Chapter 456 Traveling into the ancient times, three fools seek immortality
In the empty hall.
"Owner!"
The huge face looked at the fake Cangtian Baquan with respect, "These are all the landmarks I have collected and stored over the years."
Along with his sincere words, dense and almost endless hazy light clusters floated in all directions at some unknown time.
That's right, these small clusters that bloom with faint fragments of light like stars are all landmarks of space and time.
If we were to count their number, it would even be far more than all the atoms in the observable universe.
The total number of these landmarks is exactly one Gurgor.
"Very good. It's done in one step, which saved me a lot of effort."
The fake Cangtian Baquan smiled with satisfaction and collected all the landmarks with a wave of his hand.
After that, he turned around and said to the huge face hanging respectfully in the hall: "From now on, work normally, live normally, and engage in corruption. If I need you, I will naturally come to you."
"Yes!" Kakimi responded respectfully.
Buzz——
The void shook, and the fake Cangtian Ba Fist was instantly swallowed up by a gray vortex and disappeared into the hall.
The next moment, he returned to the non-static three-dimensional universe where Mu Cang was located through the real number channel.
"Hmm~"
Mu Cang casually took the immeasurable light cluster respectfully handed over by the fake Cangtian Hegemony Fist and said leisurely, "With this, the plan to harvest the rules of the realms can begin."
As his will turned, a divine projection numbering in number of Gugors immediately shot out from his huge body as majestic as the vast universe, disappearing into the masses that flashed out at the same moment.
In the gray vortex.
These are all equipped with [Immortal Soul] and [Infinite Vitality] as standard, and each carries a different system of divine projection. They will all reach every corner of the six-dimensional space under the transmission of real number channels, and then escape into that high place.
In the fantasy realm, through the tributaries of Manhai, you can go to other remote and unknown clusters.
Under the invisible barrier of infinite distance and the disconnection of cause and effect among clusters, even the ontology can only think at the same frequency as these projected thoughts, cognitions, and memories.
As for interference in other aspects, not much can be done.
However, with Mu Cang's character and potential, coupled with the various 'gold fingers' that the infinite projections are equipped with, it is very simple to make a success among the various groups.
However, Mu Cang also knows that harvesting the rules of clusters from all parties will not be achieved overnight, and will definitely take a long time.
But what he lacks most is patience.
No matter if it is ten thousand years, one hundred million years or more, Mu Cang will wait silently.
During this period, due to the existence of the seven immortal powerful men of the Xian clan and the threats of many Xian ancestors, Mu Cang, who has always been extremely cautious, will never show his true body in the six-dimensional space.
In short, from now on, he will enter a period of real dormancy.
"Take your time, take your time. After you become Yu Zun, the Xian clan will become dry bones under my feet."
As his thoughts raced, Mu Cang's huge and boundless body suddenly collapsed.
Boom boom boom boom——
Amidst the huge earthquakes in the world, his huge figure, which was as far as the ocean, instantly shrunk into a hazy dot that was even smaller than the Planck scale and could not be said to be multiplied, and suddenly flew into
He reached the depths of the spiritual soul of the fake Cangtian Baquan that stood respectfully around him.
…
The night was pitch black, as if the sky had been torn apart.
In the endless haze, heavy rain poured down and thunder roared.
It was during this rainy season that two peasants, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, carried a thin corpse, wading through the muddy water deeper and deeper into the rain curtain, and walked deeper into the rain curtain.
Maybe they were tired after carrying it for a long time, and one of them couldn't help but muttered and complained: "It's raining so hard, why don't we wait until the rain stops before we carry it again?"
After another person heard this, he immediately frowned and scolded: "Don't say too much. This man died of cold and hunger. He has no relatives and no money. If he is not sent to a mass grave as soon as possible, he will be left in the town."
There will definitely be a corpse transformation.”
As soon as they heard the word 'corpse transformation', the person who complained before immediately shuddered and did not dare to say a word.
After walking like this for half a stick of incense, the rain gradually subsided and the thunder gradually subsided. Finally, the two of them stepped on the muddy ground and carried the corpse to the mass grave.
Under night.
The mass graves are overgrown with weeds and the tombstones are skewed, making them look desolate.
Huhu——
The cold, damp wind moved among the wild tombs, blowing clumps of waist-deep black and gray weeds and bringing with it the fishy smell of rotting leaves and earth.
The jagged and strange trees around were also swaying in the wind and rain, making rustling sounds, as if the souls of the deceased were whispering.
The two men were very tired after carrying the corpse, so they ignored the gloomy and coldness of the mass grave. Their eyes swept around, and when they found an unknown shallow pit, they threw the corpse into it with force, and then took the shovel from their backs.
, began to shovel the earth silently and bury the body.
Click!!
A bolt of thunder flashed past, illuminating half of the grave.
Under the light of lightning, in a shallow pit only a foot deep, a corpse wearing old homespun clothes was seen. Although the face and neck were all blue, white, purple and bloodless, it could be seen that his appearance was very honest and honest.
He looks like a bad person, and he is only about twenty-three or four years old, so he is in a good year.
It's just that for some unknown reason, this man died suddenly at a young age and was randomly buried in this mass grave by civilians on a rainy night. It's so sad.
After half a stick of incense, the night rain finally stopped, and the mud pit was completely filled up, turning it into a small dirt bag.
After the two peasants took two breaths tiredly, they each carefully took out three sticks of incense from their arms.
Taking out the fire stick and lighting it, the two men bent down and inserted three sticks of incense into the wet mud on the outer edge of the earthen bag.
"God bless~"
The two of them clasped their hands and muttered to the dirt bag, "Chen Sanyu, Chen Sanyu, you have been crazy and depressed for half your life, it is a great blessing to have a place to bury you when you die.
In your next life, you should join a wealthy family, or else you should be a pig, dog, cow, or sheep, and don't want to be a poor commoner and come to this world to suffer."
After finishing chanting, the two turned around and left, quickly stepping into the howling wind.
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Two more hours passed.
The sun shines everywhere in the sky, but the dawn is approaching.
At this time, an invisible stream of light suddenly appeared in the sky.
At the same moment that this stream of light appeared, it suddenly fell through the air and went straight into the small solitary grave below.
Buzz——
Suddenly, the dead body in the lonely grave began to tremble violently.
Immediately afterwards, amidst the sounds of earth turning, the body slowly crawled out of the grave.
"hiss--"
After the corpse came out of the grave, it lay on its back and took a deep breath of air.
With the inhalation of this breath, the rich death aura lingering around his body suddenly dissipated.
The purple spots on the skin on his face, neck, hands, and ankles miraculously became lighter and lighter until they disappeared.
After absorbing enough of the vast vitality between heaven and earth, this dead body...
No, this living man who had been reincarnated from the dead suddenly opened his eyes, exhaled an arrow of turbid black and purple death energy, and shot it a hundred feet away, breaking a slender willow tree in half.
boom!
Boom boom boom——
Glancing at the broken tree that fell to the ground a hundred feet away, Mu Cang (projection), who had purged all the dead energy from his body, silently sensed the various conditions of this body:
"Severe malnutrition, it is estimated that he has not consumed any food or water in half a month, there are traces of martial arts practice, and there is a little active energy in the body.
However, due to excessive hunger and lack of water, the bones and muscles throughout the body have atrophied and even become necrotic, and the active energy has also fallen into an extremely dead state.
There are also various serious diseases in the heart, lungs, liver, spleen and other internal organs.
Hey, what supported him to live without food and water for so long was an obsession? This obsession even penetrated into the bone marrow and blood.
The content of my obsession is... I want to become an immortal!"
Click——
A bolt of thunder flashed across the sky.
"The obsession of a mere mortal can actually distort material reality and create vitality in the body out of thin air to support physical functions. Although the effect is very slight, it is still remarkable."
Under the cover of night, Mu Cang chuckled, "Interesting, it seems that this ancient cluster is more idealistic."
In fact, there is some trivial information about this cluster in the memory of Cangtian Baquan.
For example, the most basic building blocks of everything in its endless time and space are not so-called elementary particles, nor atoms and molecules.
It is nothing more than reality, size, weight... [Vitality].
Endless things, endless creatures, and the boundless heaven and earth are all transformed by the immeasurable vitality that contains nearly countless attributes such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, sun, moon, etc.
"This body is almost dying and it's time to recover."
After sensing the condition of this body, Mu Cang immediately unfolded the [Immortal Soul] and [Infinite Vitality] contained in his divine projection without any reservation.
Wow——
Suddenly, a surge of vitality surged out from everywhere inside his body like an explosion.
Gulu gulu gulu——
So amidst the bursts of blood flow and muscle expansion, all the negative conditions of Mu Cang's (projection) new body disappeared in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, the broken souls gathered in the necrotic head of the body slowly recovered from scratch.
But this soul and mind have been completely covered and replaced by Mu Cang (projection).
After doing this, he began to collect and read the remaining memories of this body.
In memory, this body was originally named [Chen Sanyu], and he was from Chenjia Village near Heitu Town in the Wei Dynasty.
His parents died of a sudden illness when he was young.
In order to survive, he had to graze cattle for the landlord in exchange for food, which he ate at the landlord's house.
When he was twelve years old, the landowner's wife thought he ate too much, so she found an excuse to drive him out of the house.
At this point, Chen Sanyu was living around Heitu Town, relying on doing odd jobs and collecting firewood in the mountains to make ends meet.
It was during that year that he was unexpectedly attacked by a bear while cutting firewood in the mountains.
At that critical moment of life and death, an old man with a sword came down to earth, slew the beast with his sword, and rescued it from the bear's mouth.
At that moment, Chen Sanyu was so shocked by the old man that he repeatedly shouted, "God, please accept me as your disciple" and wanted to kneel down and kowtow.
But the old man didn't say a word. He just flicked his sleeves and let him control the wind, clouds and fog, and then flew hundreds of miles away.
Obviously, the immortal old man had no intention of accepting a disciple.
But Chen Sanyu did not give up.
He wanted to become a disciple of the old man and become an immortal who also wielded a sword and flew into the sky.
Yes, who, after witnessing the immortals in their youth, doesn’t want to become a disciple and become an immortal with a sword to enter the underworld?
So that year, Chen Sanyu stopped doing odd jobs and chopping firewood, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of "finding gods and apprentices".
He even risked his life and went to the depths of more than one mountain around Black Earth Town more than ten times in a row, just to meet the immortal old man again.
Finally, when I entered the mountain for the sixteenth time and was attacked by wild beasts again, the old god came.
After slaying the beast with a wave of his hand, the old man did not make any sly remarks to Chen Sanyu this time. He bluntly said that he was mediocre in wisdom, weak in spirit and had no spiritual roots. He was a stubborn stone that could not be carved and could not enter the door of cultivation at all.
After saying that, the old man disappeared out of thin air and left a message to Chen Sanyu, asking him not to go into the mountain to look for him again, and he would not save Chen Sanyu again.
But Chen Sanyu still did not accept his fate.
He firmly believes that there must be a way to make him an immortal in this mortal world.
So from the age of thirteen, Chen Sanyu seemed to be possessed by a demon and put all his thoughts and energy on searching for immortals.
He left Black Earth Town and stumbled all the way to the world.
For ten whole years, Chen Sanyu's footprints were left in every town and countryside of the Wei Dynasty, famous mountains and rivers, remote historical sites, and deserts and wild forests.
He has been deceived, beaten, sold, rescued, and hunted.
Even among the martial arts circles of the Great Wei Dynasty, Chen Sanyu was somewhat famous.
Of course, it's a crazy name.
But in the end, Chen Sanyu, who went round and round and returned to Heitu Town, had not only learned the "Tiger Shape Boxing Technique" from a small martial arts school at the beginning, but also had a crazy reputation spread in many places and areas. In the past ten years,
There is nothing more to gain.
In the last month of his life, Chen Sanyu, who suffered from many serious illnesses due to too much wasted time and too much work, still did not give up his search for immortality.
But, he no longer had the strength to do anything.
In this way, Chen Sanyu, full of regrets, eventually starved to death in the deserted and abandoned temple at the corner of Heitu Town.
"To sum up, even if you are not qualified, you will also be unlucky."
Mu Cang mobilized the meager active energy in his body and slowly raised his hand, "This energy should be called... zhenqi."
Roar!
A rumbling tiger's roar suddenly appeared in his palm, roaring through the layers of damp and cold air in front of him.
"No, Chen Sanyu's qualifications are not extremely bad."
Mu Cang slowly put down his hands, "It's just... all focused on the so-called mortal martial arts."
That's right, judging from Chen Sanyu's memory, among the various sects of the so-called Wei Dynasty in this land, none of them have developed true energy. They can only develop some internal power that cannot be released externally.
But Chen Sanyu was able to practice his true energy with just a copy of "Tiger Shape Boxing" which was almost like a crop stick.
It's just a little too weak, with only ten years of skill.
This was the result of him being too obsessed and not putting any time or energy into practicing.
If Chen Sanyu had given up his obsession and devoted himself to martial arts training, he would have defeated the martial arts of the Wei Dynasty a few years ago, unified all the factions in the world, and even entered Taoism through martial arts.
However, these are no different to Mu Cang.
In his opinion, there are two types of martial arts for mortals.
Type 1: No special effects, only punches, hammers, kicks, swords, and knives;
Type 2: those with special effects, which can release all kinds of red, blue, yellow and green light pollution and bombard them indiscriminately.
"They come, the security."
Mu Cang looked up at the bright sky and chuckled, "When you get to a new place, just use a new name.
From now on, my name will be... Chen Sanyu.
Well, the next step is to go to Heitu Town and look for the county chronicle to see if there is anything about cultivating immortals, demons, ghosts and the like.
There seems to be some records of these things in this body's memory, but it's just a little blurry."
After making up his mind, Mu Cang (projection)... no, it was Chen Sanyu, and activated the system specially customized for the ancient cluster - [Infinite Power].
Buzz!!!
During the physical and spiritual drama, Chen Sanyu's ten-year-old true energy suddenly surged a thousand times.
As a result, his power instantly reached the level of ten thousand years of true energy.
