Zhu Tian: Starting from the World of Zongwu

He had seen Wang Lin's "Remnant Night" magic. It was a way that belonged only to Wang Lin, and it was the most suitable and perfect magic for Wang Lin. Once the magic was released, he could fight against opponents of higher levels.

At this moment, during the period of transformation into a mortal, Song Xuan finally touched upon the immortal method that best suited his own way.

The five declines of heavenly beings are their own calamities, so why can’t they become calamities for others?

If I could understand the essence of the calamity of decline, could I trigger it at any time and use its power to fight the enemy?

Let others also experience the powerlessness of mortals?

Become a mortal, become a mortal!

It turns out that this is Huafan!

From the ordinary, I realized the details that I had neglected in the past because I was busy with spiritual practice. Not only will I, Song, become a mortal myself, but anyone who comes to cause trouble will also become a mortal with me!

Song Xuan blinked. He felt that he and Wang Lin had taken two completely different paths in their understanding of becoming a mortal.

...

The vicious old woman of the Qin family had a grand occasion.

Half a month later, Mrs. Qin came to visit him specially, saying that she was there to express her gratitude, but Song Xuan knew that she was there to see if he had been killed by the copper coin that bought his life.

After confirming that Song Xuan was still alive, the beautiful woman was overjoyed and kept expressing her gratitude.

At first Lian Xing didn't care, but later she became alert and found a reason to drive her away.

"There's not a single good person in this Qin family!"

Lian Xing slammed the door shut, "If I wasn't here, this woman would probably say something like, 'I can't repay you with anything but my body!'"

She was speechless. With the coming of the calamity of decline, her husband's appearance had been getting older and older. When he first came down the mountain, he was still in his thirties, but now he was already a middle-aged man in his forties.

But even so, her man was still targeted by someone, and she had to accept it.

At this moment, she finally understood how difficult it was for her sister back then.

Even a mortal old man's husband can be remembered by others. It is conceivable what kind of pressure his sister had to endure when he was in the prime of his life and was extremely dazzling, Young Master Song.

Lying on the bench, Song Xuan, who was silently feeling the changes in his body, opened his eyes slightly.

"You, your state of mind is still not good enough. Even if you don't have confidence in me, you should have some confidence in yourself, right?"

Song Xuan said, teasingly: "Don't you think so, beautiful sister-in-law?"

Lian Xing bit her lip lightly, took a step forward and pulled Song Xuan's arm, "Let's go inside!"

"Oh, no, it's still daytime!"

"What's wrong with daytime, sister-in-law and brother-in-law, can't we do it during the day?"

"Yes, yes, yes! If you say yes, then it definitely can be done!"

......

Spring goes and autumn comes, year after year.

In a blink of an eye, Song Xuan's small clinic has been open in Lingxi County for twelve years.

Twelve years is just a short period of seclusion for a cultivator, but for mortals, it is a very long time.

In the clinic, Song Xuan looked like an old man in his sixties or seventies, with a hunched body, a face full of wrinkles, and a head full of white hair, which seemed to tell the vicissitudes of life.

Over the past twelve years, this originally inconspicuous clinic has gradually become a famous store in Lingxi County, and the number of patients coming to see a doctor has also increased.

But unfortunately, the rules of this clinic are very strict. As soon as it gets dark, it must close and no longer accept patients. No matter who you are or what your status is, there is no way to make an exception.

There are all kinds of rumors among the neighbors about the mysterious Dr. Song and his beautiful young wife.

Some say that the two were brother-in-law and sister-in-law who eloped. In order to avoid being found by their wife, they hid in this small county town adjacent to the East China Sea and spent the rest of their lives.

The person who said this was very confident, saying that he had heard with his own ears that the lady from the Song family called Doctor Song "brother-in-law". If this was not elopement, then what was elopement?

Some people also say that when Doctor Song was young, he was a qigong practitioner who sought immortality and asked for the way. Because something went wrong in his cultivation, he retired to the mortal world. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why his medical skills were so amazing.

But some people still don't believe it, saying that if Doctor Song is so powerful, why does he age so quickly after more than ten years of practice?

Every time this happens, someone will smile mysteriously and say, if you had such a beautiful wife, you would probably age faster!

Doctor Song usually doesn't bother to pay attention to the various rumors in the community. He may even occasionally listen to them as an interesting story. He finds it quite interesting to listen to the various outrageous legends about himself in the stories.

At this time, there was a stove in the clinic, and wine was heating on the stove. Song Xuan and Lian Xing were sitting in front of the stove, drinking wine and watching the wind and snow outside the door.

"This year's snowstorm seems to be much stronger than in previous years."

Lian Xing put another piece of clothing on her husband and said softly, "Brother-in-law, it's snowing so heavily, it looks like there won't be any patients coming to visit.

Why don't we close the shop early and go to bed to relax?"

Song Xuan sighed softly, pointed at his wrinkled face, and asked in confusion: "I'm like this, why are you still so interested?"

Lian Xing teased, "No matter what you become, my husband, I will always be interested in you. Let's go, my old husband. As promised, tonight you want to be the most beautiful woman in the world, don't say no!"

Song Xuan pinched her pretty face and couldn't help but smile: "With me, there is no such thing as no.

But you have to wait a moment, your husband has to wait a moment."

"What are you waiting for?"

Song Xuan silently warmed himself by the fire and chuckled, "Waiting for someone to come and die!"

Chapter 980 In the prehistoric times, weakness is the original sin!

Lian Xing didn't know who was coming, but her husband said he wanted to wait for someone to die, so there must be someone who wanted to die.

She didn't ask too many questions, but just sat quietly beside her husband, looking at the wind and snow outside the door together.

For her, life and death are far less important than being with the man she loves.

"Susu~"

There was no one to be seen on the quiet street, only snowflakes floating in the sky, with the occasional sound of snowflakes hitting the ground.

Suddenly, Song Xuan looked up at the sky, but saw that the sky of the entire Lingxi County had dimmed at this moment, and dark clouds were spreading and gathering madly.

In the county town, some Qigong practitioners who were practicing in the city all changed their expressions. At this moment, no matter what their cultivation level was, whether it was the Divine Transformation Stage or the Mahayana Stage, their souls all trembled.

A terrifying pressure emanated from the endless clouds. The huge gap in realm made this pressure seem like the power of heaven to the Qigong practitioners in Lingxi County!

Song Xuan slowly stood up and looked calmly at Tianji in the distance. In the wind and snow, he could vaguely see a figure walking leisurely in the air.

"After more than ten years in the prehistoric times, have you finally been targeted?"

There was a hint of sneer on Song Xuan's lips, and there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

He is a person who seeks stability. To put it bluntly, he likes to stay low and develop first, and when his cultivation level reaches a certain level, he will directly crush the opponent in a favorable situation.

But just because he likes to play in a favorable situation doesn't mean he can't play in an unfavorable situation. Now that he has been targeted, there is nothing to say. Whoever causes trouble for him, he will get rid of the person who causes trouble!

It was a cold winter with wind and snow, and everything was silent. But at this moment, bursts of muffled thunder could be heard in the sky above Lingxi County.

The white misty snow was like a curtain. At this moment, the curtain seemed to be torn open by a pair of invisible giant hands. Then, a young figure appeared in Song Xuan's sight.

The man had long green hair and wore a green robe. He had a very handsome face, a handsomeness that was a little weird.

An inexplicable immortal aura flowed through this strange man. Song Xuan looked at him calmly. The immortal aura on this man made him feel very uncomfortable. There was a demonic aura in the immortal aura. This man was a demon immortal!

"In order to see you, I, the ancestor, have traveled for more than ten years!"

The strange man kept looking at Song Xuan, his brows subconsciously frowned. He didn't expect that the person his uncle had repeatedly told him to find was such a mortal old man?

He could not sense any signs of spiritual practice in Song Xuan, but the young lady next to him had some spiritual attainments, and it seemed that she was about to become an immortal.

Song Xuan smiled slightly, "What's your name, sir?"

The strange man chuckled, "You can remain so calm even after meeting the ancestor. It seems you were once a cultivator, but now you look so old. What's wrong? Has your Dao heart collapsed and your foundation been destroyed?"

He carefully scanned Lingxi County with his spiritual sense. After making sure that he did not sense any existence that could pose a threat to him, he immediately relaxed.

"I'm Green Robe. You can just call me Green Robe Ancestor! You probably already know why I'm here. Ancestors don't kill nameless people. Tell me, what's your name?"

Song Xuan raised his eyebrows, "What a coincidence! My name happens to be Wuming!"

The green-robed ancestor was stunned, as if his brain was unable to react for a moment. After a brief moment of shock, he sneered.

"A little clever, but useless!"

"Hand over your acquired spiritual treasures, and I will spare your lives!"

Song Xuan said, "Really?"

"Fake!"

The green-robed ancestor laughed wildly, raised his hand and pointed a finger. The violent demon fairy pointed with a tearing sound, as if the space was about to be torn apart, and went head-on towards Song Xuan's eyebrows.

"Even if I kill you, the treasure is mine, so why leave hidden dangers for myself?"

The strange laughter of the Green Robe Patriarch continued to ring in Song Xuan's ears, "Little fellow, today I will make you understand that in the prehistoric world, being weak without a backer is the original sin!"

Song Xuan calmly watched the demon fairy descend with a finger. When the violent demon power was approaching his body, he saw a mysterious power suddenly dissipate from between Song's eyebrows.

The Green Robe Patriarch could hardly see through that power, but the moment it appeared, it made the power of his finger seem to fall into the realm of the end of the law. With a flash of light, it dissipated directly.

The Green Robe Patriarch's expression finally changed at this moment. When he looked at Song Xuan, there was a rare hint of fear in his eyes. "Who are you?"

He already had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Is my uncle trying to trick me?

An acquired spiritual treasure, my uncle is in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea, so close to here, but he doesn’t come here himself, but instead calls me here from billions of miles away. Is there some trap here?

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I agree with what you just said."

Song Xuan had a faint smile on his face, and while speaking, he slowly raised his finger.

"In the prehistoric world, being weak is the original sin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his finger. At this moment, the void seemed to freeze for a moment. The green-robed ancestor didn't even have any reaction before his body fell uncontrollably from mid-air to the ground.

At the same time, Song Xuan's indifferent voice slowly reached his ears.

"Immortal Arts, Corruption!"

The moment this voice sounded, the Green Robe Patriarch spat out a mouthful of blood. In an instant, he felt an inexplicable power appearing in his powerful demon god body.

This power seemed to be the origin of the corrupt laws of the ancient world. The moment it entered his body, it began to explode in him.

His body, the body of a powerful demon god at the Golden Immortal level, shriveled up visibly, his flesh and blood began to dry up, cracks began to appear on his bones, and the aura of decay and failure began to sweep from his body from the inside out, wave after wave.

"What kind of evil method is this?!"

There was a hint of fear in the Green Robe Patriarch's voice. He had killed countless people in his life and had managed to survive the Lich Calamity. He was not a weakling.

But this corrupt power ignored defense and cultivation. At this moment, facing Song Xuan's evil magic that made him have no idea how to deal with it, he felt fear from the bottom of his bones!

The body was decaying, and the power of the body could no longer be activated. Instinctively, the Green Robe Patriarch began to activate all his demonic magic power, trying to expel the strange power of decay.

But at this moment, Song Xuan waved his right sleeve and pointed again.

"Immortal arts, the end of the law!"

As soon as this method was used, the immortal energy in the entire Lingxi County was instantly expelled. At the same time, the Lingxi Patriarch discovered in despair that his golden immortal-level magic power seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. No matter how he activated it, there was no response!

Chapter 981 You can call it a disaster!

The physical body could not be moved, and the magic power seemed to have evaporated into thin air. The Green Robe Patriarch, who had lived for more than 100,000 years, had never seen such a strange magic.

"This isn't some magical technique at all!"

Having lived long and seen a lot, the Green Robe Patriarch made a rough judgment in his mind in a very short time.

"You are cursing me! You are using the curse technique!"

The method of cursing has always been strange and unpredictable, and it is difficult to guard against. According to legend, the ultimate curse technique can even kill the Golden Immortal, which is extremely terrifying.

The witch clan back then was good at casting curses, and had caused huge losses to the demon clan. More than 100,000 years had passed, and the green-robed ancestor thought he had long forgotten the horror of the curse. But today, this strange scene still caused the great fear hidden deep in his heart to erupt again.

"Are you from the witch tribe?"

The sound of decay and cracking continued to be heard from the body of the Green Robe Patriarch, and dried blood seeped out uncontrollably from all over his body.

At this moment, his body was out of control and his magic power could not be activated. If he wanted to survive, he had to abandon his body and his magic power, and escape from this place with his soul.

But he didn't dare to leave his body rashly at this moment.