MTL - Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price-Chapter 637 If Ren Qing loses, he loses everything

  Chapter 637 If Ren Qing loses, he loses everything

  After Sandaozu reshaped the world, he built a complete ecology in a short period of time, and various towns seemed to appear out of thin air.

  Daomen firmly controls 80% of the population, but there is less exploration of the ocean, which gives Buddhism an opportunity.

  The islands are distributed in the ocean, and the sea people were originally inhabited on them, but after the intervention of Buddhism, the population began to increase dramatically.

  The Jail Hall soon discovered the base of Buddhism, but they remained calm.

  Under the gaze of the gods, the islands approached each other to form land, and a palace of flesh and blood grew abruptly in the soil, and then a large number of monks emerged from the palace.

  Zhou Zuosan is well aware of the usual methods of Buddhism, he does not know how many souls he has collected, and he can easily create hundreds of millions of creatures.

  Since Buddhism dared to reveal itself, it means that the Supreme Demon has already shown signs of coming.

  In the next hundred years, monks built temples spontaneously, and built civilization in full accordance with the pre-disaster style, with statues of Buddha everywhere.

  Zhou Zuosan had a vague guess.

   It seems that the Great Demon Heaven created by the Supreme Demon Heaven does exist, and the monks should all come from the upper realm.

  Since this is the case, San Daozu must have had a similar small world. The hundreds of millions of people who appeared after the disaster cannot be fabricated out of thin air.

   "The Kitchen God..."

  Zhou Zuosan called the Kitchen God, and said solemnly: "The Kitchen God, help me find the past history and see if there is any connection with the documents recorded by the outside world."

   "Remember, don't let others know."

  Xiaoyan remained silent, although he had doubts in his heart, he still went to do it honestly.

  One is the civilization before the advent of the Three Dao Patriarchs, and the other is the civilization after the reshaping of the world. How could there be any connection?

  Zhou Zuosan's eyes were in a trance, but then he became firm again, and continued to pay attention to the movement of Buddhism with the eyeliner of the outside world.

  The food on the island is scarce, and the monks are starved to death.

  However, the rest of the monks transported the corpse into the palace room, and a new monk was born after a while, forming a cycle like ouroboros.

   It can be clearly seen that although the body is constantly changing, the soul is still the same.

  In the Daxiong Palace, there is an ancient lamp-burning Buddha made up of fragmentary bones, and more than a dozen old monks of high morals and respected kneel down under the seat.

  They are one of the few who can get food without having to repeat the pain of life and death.

  Headed by the contemporary host "Hui Kong" and the previous host "Ning Yi".

   The two of them should have just descended to earth not long ago, and the skin was still clinging to viscous liquid, exuding an indescribable stench.

  Hui Kong's expression was very calm, and he recited the scriptures over and over again, but the old monk Ning Yi seemed restless.

  Ning Yi, an old monk, wanted to interrupt several times, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong when facing the statue of the burning lamp.

  At this time, the island shook.

  The sea level rose suddenly, several huge corpses surfaced, and the scorching light emitted turned the night into day.

  The appearance of the corpse is the same as that of the Eighteen Arhats, except that it is covered with wounds, attracting countless sea fish to peck at the flesh and bones.

  The monk was a little unbelievable, and recited the jerky and difficult scriptures with ecstasy on his face.

  They descended from the Great Demon World, naturally to revive the Buddha, but they did not expect that only a hundred years later, the Buddha had already shown signs of recovery.

   All the monks seem to be able to see the picture of the Ten Thousand Buddhas' court, and the heyday of Buddhism is finally coming.

  The strong Buddha Qi emanated from their bodies, and then merged into the Buddha corpse.

   "Hui Kong..."

   "Too fast, really too fast."

   Ning Yi, an old monk, couldn't help muttering.

  His eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't stop shaking, obviously because of the corpses of the Eighteen Arhats floating on the sea.

  Hui Kong also had concerns, but he was afraid that the old monk Ning Yi would say something irrelevant, so he waved his hand to signal the monk to take the latter to the meditation room.

  He stared at the sea, and the injuries of the Buddha corpse gradually healed.

  Huikong pondered for a long time, and then did something unexpected. He even sent thousands of monks to the Taoist town to investigate the situation at the moment when the Buddha's corpse was recovering.

  He was awakened by old monk Ning Yi, and suddenly realized that it was unusual.

   Huikong and other monks came in advance to revive the Buddha's corpse and pave the way for the coming of the Supreme Demon.

  They only need to proclaim the name of the ancient Buddha who burns the lamp, and they can attract the Buddha's energy from the Great Demon Heaven. The recovery of the Buddha's corpse is only a matter of time.

  But according to Hui Kong's estimation, the eighteen arhats need at least five hundred years of brewing.

  But how long has passed now, the belief in Buddhism has not spread at all, why the Buddha has shown signs of recovery.

  Hui Kong always felt that there seemed to be an invisible hand behind the incident.

   Within a few months, information about Daomen towns was placed in front of him, but most of the towns still maintained the status quo.

  Not to mention the ancient lamp-burning Buddha, the people don't even understand the concept of Buddhism.

   As everyone knows, it was Zhou Zuosan who used a method of stealing beams and replacing pillars to replace the statues of the three ancestors in various Taoist temples with ancient Buddhas burning lamps.

  The appearance of the statue of the Three Daozu seems to have remained unchanged, but in fact it is hollow inside. I do not know when there will be more statues of ancient Buddhas burning lamps.

  Under the interference of the Jail Hall, the balance between Taoism and Buddhism has gradually tilted, and the Eighteen Arhats are expected to show up in fifty years.

   Zhou Zuosan waited and watched the changes.

  The world in the stomach has the advantage of ten times the speed of time flow, the speed of strength expansion is extremely fast, and the level of refining equipment is constantly rising.

  However, the situation is not going smoothly. In the last few hundred years, the Heavenly Dao Tree has been in an unstable state many times.

  When the tree of heaven trembles, natural disasters and man-made disasters will occur in the Three Realms.

  The Jail Hall can only calm down as much as possible, and at the same time look for Ren Qing's body from the outside world.

  Promotion to the Heavenly Dao cannot tolerate accidents. If Ren Qing encounters danger from the outside world, it may lead to the failure of breaking through the bottleneck.

  Ren Qing himself can realize that there are undercurrents surging in the outside world.

   But he has reached the most critical moment in his practice of Heavenly Daosheng, and he has no energy to distract himself from communicating with the Jail Hall.

  Ren Qing's self-promotion to the Dao of Heaven requires far more risks than he imagined.

   A little carelessness is a madness.

  His previous promotion to the realm almost all relied on information flow, and there was no risk of failure at all, which led to obvious mood swings.

  Ren Qing still can't stop, now is the eve of the arrival of the Supreme Demon, if he interrupts the breakthrough rashly, it will take at least a thousand years to recuperate.

  Opportunities are fleeting.

  Ren Qing was a little worried that the Jail Hall would not be able to survive the disaster brought by the Supreme Demon, but now he had no other choice, even if he had a narrow escape, he had to go all out to advance to the Dao of Heaven.

  Ren Qing walked towards the end of the corpse step by step.

  The patterns of heaven all over the body and soul become more and more complicated, entangled with each other, making the flesh and bones gradually merge with the three souls and seven souls.

  No accident, when the body and soul are reunited, he will set foot on the consummation of the corpse.

   "Hiss..."

  Ren Qing gasped, the process of body-soul fusion was not easy, accompanied by severe pain far beyond the tolerance range.

  The torment of body and soul is okay, he can always survive it with his willpower.

  But Ren Qing was caught off guard by the shadowy inner demons, and all the things he was nostalgic for once turned into loopholes in his mood.

  Ren Qing seemed to be walking on the tip of a knife, with traces of blood oozing from the soles of his feet.

  Suddenly, he heard the prompt of the information flow in his ear, which was inducing himself to call out the familiar panel, maybe there is a shortcut to promote the way of heaven that can be used.

  Ren Qing's nails pierced her palm, and her breathing became heavy.

  He understands that even if he calls out the information flow by luck, it will lead to a complete failure of the promotion, and he will end up with a dead soul.

  Ren Qing felt powerless.

   Promotion lasts for hundreds of years, can it really last for so long?

   Or in other words, is it doomed to be unable to escape the prison of information flow on the day he spends his life yuan to master the Wumu method?

   "I'm so aggrieved, I'd rather die!"

  Ren Qing squeezed out a word between his teeth, his eyes became clear.

   Immediately, the body began to collapse without warning, the skin was covered with spider web-like cracks, and nail-sized skin fragments fell off.

  The skin fragments turned into smoke and disappeared into the air.

  Ren Qing's soul collapsed at the same time. Even though the three souls and seven souls have been tempered, they still seem vulnerable.

   It was as if an inexplicable force erased him from the world, and even the Tiandao Tree with the world in his stomach shook, the branches and leaves showed signs of withering and yellowing, and the roots were even more sluggish.

  The fairy **** stared at the Tiandao tree, and the branches showed the withering of autumn.

  They all knew what this meant, and there was an unspeakable panic in their hearts, and they all stood there at a loss.

  After Zhou Zuosan noticed the vision of the Heavenly Dao Tree, sparks overflowed in his head.

  The external magic weapon couldn't withstand the sudden increase in thinking speed, and died prematurely, causing part of the brain tissue to be exposed.

  The refiner let out a horrified exclamation.

  They hurriedly repaired the magic weapon, and a large amount of resources were sent to Yichongtian.

  Zhou Zuosan couldn't help showing helplessness. Even if he couldn't see the situation in the Three Realms, he could still guess how panicked the various forces were.

   "Internal and external troubles."

  He sighed deeply, turned his head with difficulty, and looked at the disciples of the craftsman regardless of the blood flowing from his five sense organs.

   "Qiu Cheng, notify Dameng Daoist to ask Mengcheng to provide resources, and the Heavenly Court will allocate three thousand incense and fire immortals to assist in refining weapons."

  Zhou Zuosan said firmly: "Perform the third stage of brain transformation."

   "Yes, this..."

  Eldest disciple Qiu Cheng rubbed his white hair vigorously with both hands, pacing around not knowing what to do.

  The transformation in the third stage is too crazy. Zhou Zuosan's soul should be used as materials, and all resources should be used as firewood to support thinking.

  Regardless of success or failure, what greeted Zhou Zuosan is likely to be a ghost.

   "Quick, there's no time."

   "Okay, Master."

  Qiu Cheng had no choice but to agree. If the world in his stomach were to be destroyed, all the craftsmen present would not be able to bear this responsibility.

   Dameng Daoist will naturally not refuse, and even directly moved Dream City to the first layer, so as not to waste the time of transporting resources.

   Several Da Luo Jinxians are extremely busy, not only to appease the Heavenly Court, but also to suppress the increasingly frequent natural disasters in the Three Realms.

  The third stage of brain transformation began non-stop.

  Zhou Zuosan closed his eyes, consciously recalling the soul of the deep dream,

  At this moment, Qiu Chengcai discovered that Zhou Zuosan's soul had been alienated, which was the drawback of being in a deep dream for a long time.

  However, with the suppression of the elixir, the alienation of the soul quickly faded away.

   It only treats the symptoms but not the root cause, because of the third stage of brain transformation, Zhou Zuosan's soul will be thrown into a deeper dream.

  Qiu Cheng refined the container of the soul, and soon there was a rough prototype.

  It was a blue-white crystal, exuding a faint soul aura, and it also had a soul brand that belonged to Zhou Zuosan.

  They skillfully carried out more detailed refining, and Qiu Cheng was responsible for drawing the moon pattern, so as to increase the resistance of the magic weapon to alienation as much as possible.

  When the magic weapon was completed, Zhou Zuosan did not hesitate to throw himself into it.

  Qiu Cheng repeatedly confirmed that it was correct, and then began to modify the attached brain. During this period, dozens of refiners did not see any communication.

  They have already had a tacit understanding, and they firmly believe in Zhou Zuosan's instructions.

  The third stage made Zhou Zuosan's head a few more circles, and accompanied by the high temperature of hundreds of degrees, white smoke came out of the pores.

   But the buff obtained by Zhou Zuo San is even more terrifying.

  What does the time difference of tens of millions of times between soul and consciousness represent?

  Even if Zhou Zuosan's concentration has to endure the erosion of his soul, his thinking speed is still unmatched by an immortal, and he can easily deduce countless possibilities of things.

  In a sense, Zhou Zuosan already has the ability to predict the future.

   Dameng Daoist appeared in Yichongtian. As soon as he entered the palace, he felt scorching heat rushing towards his face. The temperature distorted the air.

  A craftsman must wear vestments in order to survive in such a harsh environment.

   Dameng Daoist stared at the head of Zhou Zuosan who was about to break through 100 meters, releasing bursts of light and shadow to ease the pain of the latter's consciousness.

   "Is it necessary, little Saner?"

"have."

  Zhou Zuosan replied gravely.

  His gaze was extremely scary, like a red-eyed gambler at a gambling table, the temperature of the smoke and dust that spewed out was as high as three or four hundred.

   "We can't lose, Ren Qing can't lose, we must win, we must win."

   Dameng Daoist was silent, and there was another figure of Song Zongwu in the palace, followed by Li Yaoyang, Tian Daozi, Kitchen God, Yuelao...

  More than a dozen Da Luo Jinxians representing the world in the stomach, took time to come to Zhou Zuosan's place.

  They are obviously also paying attention to Zhou Zuosan's situation. After all, the Heavenly Dao Tree is withered, and Zhou Zuosan might fall into madness.

  Unexpectedly, Zhou Zuosan's consciousness is indeed extremely clear, and his paranoid words feel like fear of the future.

  The ghoul used Yin Qi to dissipate heat, and said, "What's the matter?"

  Zhou Zuosan and the Kitchen God looked at each other, and the Kitchen God said solemnly: "There is no problem with their cognition, the Three Dao Patriarchs are not extraterrestrial demons."

   "Twenty thousand years ago, the extraterrestrial demons corrupted the world, the three ancestors escaped, and we..."

   "The outcasts."

  Zhou Zuosan muttered "I can't lose", and in the hearts of all the immortals in the Jail Hall, it was as if a huge boulder was thrown down.

  Some monks held their breath, their bodies and souls lost control again.

  They have been in the outside world for thousands of years, and they have been in denial of themselves all the time, because they found that there is no problem with the cognition of the outside people, and it is themselves who have the problem.

  Sun Moon Immortal hurriedly acted to help them suppress their obsession.

   "What Zhou Zuosan said is only a conjecture that fits the current situation. I have to ask Ren Qing about the truth."

   Dameng Daoist released a light and shadow to freeze the immortal in the prison hall, and then continued: "But we really have no capital to lose."

   "If Ren Qing loses, he will lose the whole game."

  (end of this chapter)