I Cultivate Immortality With Scientific Thinking

Bang!

Terrifying mushroom clouds rose into the sky, the surging clouds were filled with frightening blood color, and the sound beyond the limit of what life could bear turned the world into deathly silence... Everything was like a scene like the end of the world.

When all the strange phenomena disappeared again, the earth had completely turned into magma, and it erupted from time to time. The lava all over the sky fell like fire and rain, and there was a scene like a natural disaster everywhere.

This place has been completely transformed into a dead land. Unless someone with the power to move mountains and fill it with melt, suppress the earth veins, and repair it with various treasures of heaven and earth, it will not be able to return to its original state for thousands or even tens of thousands of years.

After noticing that there was an obvious abnormality in the trap, the old monster Tianhe did not say that he was taking his opponent seriously and underestimated him, but he did not hesitate to use the floating spiritual island to fire another shot.

Since the other party wants to fight a tough battle with them, why are they still hesitating?

Naturally, it’s the spirit ships, cannons, formations... serve them however you can!

Could it be that he was stupid enough to take the lead and rush in?

However, what was beyond the expectations of the cultivators present was that after the natural disaster-like scene in front of them stabilized slightly, in the core area of ​​dense black mist and distortion by high temperature, the martial arts island still stood there, although it was missing about One-fifth of the area, but the remaining strip appears to have no unnecessary variation.

"It's really interesting that these little evil cultivators actually came up with this thing."

When Old Monster Tianhe saw this, he couldn't help but sneer, and without hesitation ordered another shot, until the opponent was completely destroyed.

But at this moment, Yun Zhongjun, who was responsible for contacting Shenxiaogang Dharma, showed a trace of embarrassment on his face, and said silently through his spiritual voice:

"Lord Tianhe, we can't continue to attack like this regardless of the cost. Let's not talk about whether the floating spirit island can bear such a short time and high load of attacks. This area alone can no longer bear another Tianhe attack. A blow."

"If it happens again, the power of the meteor strike will directly penetrate the earth's veins and touch the heart of the abyss. At that time, it will cause the center of the earth to erupt and turn tens of thousands of miles of sea area into an erupting volcano, which will have a terrifying chain effect. Not to mention that the tens of thousands of miles, or even hundreds of thousands or millions of miles, will collapse. The cost will be spread to dozens of immortal realms and hundreds of spiritual islands... The alliance cannot afford it. The price!”

"As long as we can kill the enemy, all the costs will be worth it!" Old Monster Tianhe remained unmoved at all, "You are just so hesitant, hesitant and unwilling to give up anything, but in the end, you lost everything. "

"On the battlefield, there is no such thing as pity or price. As long as you can kill the opponent and survive, you can accept any price!"

"this……"

Yun Zhongjun couldn't help but be speechless for a moment.

The old monster from Tianhe is stationed at Wolong Customs, the front line between the East China Sea Immortal Alliance and the Dragon Palace, all year round. He is the most responsible being in the war between the East China Sea Immortal Alliance and the Dragon Palace.

Years of experience in wars have made him develop a habitual thinking, that is, no matter how big or small the war, the main focus is to destroy the enemy, without any consideration of the price paid.

If it is placed on the frontline battlefield, there is nothing wrong with doing so, but if it is fought on one's own territory...

Yun Zhongjun pondered for a moment and then said:

"Your Majesty, even if we don't care about the cost, are you falling into the enemy's conspiracy by doing this?"

"Huh?" Old Monster Tianhe frowned and quickly responded, "You mean that the other party is absorbing our attacks to achieve some unknown purpose?"

During the long years of fighting between Wolong Customs and the endless tide of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, he had seen a very special sea monster that could continuously grow stronger by absorbing the magical powers of monks.

Spiritual energy in this world is the foundation of extraordinary things. Even the magical powers used for attacks are essentially transformed from spiritual energy. The moment the power is dissipated, it will turn into spiritual energy and return to the world. This strange sea monster plunders through this process. The aura in their hands completes their own evolution.

If we really follow what Yun Zhongjun said, then this matter is not impossible. After all, those little devils in the Ten Paths of Hell are not bad in their skills and wisdom, but now they are fighting against them head-on as if they have lost their minds. Perhaps it is for Steal the aura from them.

After all, the spiritual energy in the entire East China Sea has been controlled, and the low-level, middle-level, and high-level spiritual veins have been restricted layer by layer. The Ten Paths of Hell itself has not been able to obtain a complete low-level spiritual vein at all, but through gray transactions This was only possible by constantly plundering the spiritual stones from various islands.

The consumption of each strike of Tianyun is equivalent to the throughput of a complete Wolong spiritual vein for one year. Such a massive amount of spiritual energy is enough for a monk to go from refining Qi to impacting God. If it is really as he expected...

"What you said is not unreasonable. This matter must be guarded against." Old Monster Tianhe's expression changed, "But how did these little bastards from the Ten Paths of Hell create this island, something that can withstand the blow of the Death Kill Transformation God? It’s simply not something they can get…”

As soon as he thought this, the old monster Tianhe secretly sent a spiritual thought to the floating island, and then looked at the monks in the field:

"Except for Xingxiao and other injured monks, everyone followed me to the island. I want to see what kind of gifts these ten realms of hell have left for us?!"

"yes!"

Afterwards, the auras all over the sky headed towards the Martial Arts Island like thousands of birds returning to their nests, but the latter was like a giant mouth of the abyss, swallowing up all the monks who entered, silently...

The old monster Tianhe's expression changed when he saw this, but he did not hesitate at all and stepped into it with the other two gods.

They have stood out from billions of people and come to where they are today. They have gone through all kinds of dangers. How many people can do anything to them? Today is no exception.

As for Lin Chen and others, after looking at each other, they turned into streams of light and flew out, looking for a place to heal their wounds to deal with the next unexpected events.

Just after all the cultivators left, outside the martial arts spirit island, in the high temperature and distorted environment like hell, an unknown existence with only a piece of light and shadow suddenly appeared here.

This figure is very unique. The whole body is not made of flesh and blood, but is composed of light and shadow. Countless light spots appear around him, and waves of prayers are heard.

This is the power of incense, but most of the cultivators on the incense spirit island have all died in the battle just now, and the figure that appeared here is obviously not expected by the immortal alliance cultivators.

"Opportunity..."

The figure spoke at this moment, and the flowing light around him moved, like water waves, rippling layers of waves.

Then, he slowly took out an illusory spiritual map from his body.

Suddenly, the light that seemed real and illusory filled the entire underground city, and countless scenes that were difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion appeared in it, including the East China Sea, the Middle Earth, the Earth Abyss, the Nine Netherworlds... until the top layer, the heavenly court where the ancient gods of the ancient times of heaven and earth lived.

All races came to pay homage, and the gods stood together. The Nine Netherworld City was in charge of heaven and earth... Countless scenes flashed in it, until it reached the highest position - a being stood there leisurely.

He seemed to be wrapped in a layer of colorful light at any time, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only a pair of purple eyes showed, with a feeling of being high above and overlooking all living beings.

Heaven and earth are not kind, and they treat all things as straw dogs!

This is the incarnation of the ancient times of heaven and earth - the Emperor of Heaven!

Before the bloody battle among all races in this world, it was he who was in charge of the Nine Netherworlds of Heaven, the four seas of the wilderness, the endless abyss of the earth... He established all the order and stabilized the existence of all races in the world.

Although the essence of the bloody battle among all races is that the development and expansion of their own races can no longer get enough resources to meet their needs, the disappearance of this emperor is the real fuse of this war.

It is because he has lost his traces in the ancient times that the ancient races, who have been eager to move, have opened the curtain of the bloody battle.

The spiritual map showing this strange scene is the supreme magic weapon of the Incense Spirit Island - the Immortal Position Map!

Its purpose is to simulate a trace of the great power of the ancient gods to rule the world through the power of faith, and even take the condensed illusory position of the gods into oneself, so as to steal the wonders of the gods, and even the laws of the world related to it.

And this road is called the Immortal Road, the road to becoming a saint through faith!

"There is gain only if there is sacrifice..."

The light and shadow of the incense looked at the Immortal Position Map in his hand, and the flickering and fluctuating figure revealed his inner restlessness.

This item is not only his life magic weapon, but also refined into the sixth-level spiritual item, the fetal membrane of heaven and earth, which he obtained from the outside world in the past. Only then did he survive when he failed to break through the transformation of the spirit in one fell swoop.

If this item is truly integrated into this island, the interrupted spiritual transformation will continue. Even if he can barely maintain himself with the help of tens of thousands of years of faith, it will eventually disappear.

However, it is still the same saying that there is gain only when there is sacrifice. Her current state can't be maintained for long. If she can't force herself to survive the spiritual transformation through alternative methods, achieve the transformation of the spirit, be washed away by faith, and become a real magic weapon spirit, it will be a matter of time...

With this thought, he no longer hesitated, and his hand loosened, and the map of the immortal position fell into the island.

The next moment, an inexplicable change came from the island. The martial arts spirit island, which was clearly in this world, had an inexplicable gap with the outside world at this moment.

Just like Lin Chen's previous life, more than a billion years ago, in the warm sea of ​​the cradle of life, the birth of cell membrane separated the external and internal organs, and since then opened a new chapter of life, this island at this moment, the internal and external, can have different distinctions.

The moment the immortal position map disappeared, this light and shadow also silently turned into scattered light spots, like summer fireflies landing on this island, disappearing without a trace.

And not long after he entered, another figure appeared here, and his whole person was shrouded in a group of memory confusion. Any cultivator who saw this existence would subconsciously ignore his figure.

"This spiritual island... seems to have been affected by the power of the Tianzun level? No, no, if this is true, there must be more than this movement in front of us... It seems to be a means of evolving martial arts?"

The figure that appeared here is naturally Lin Chen.

He created an external incarnation, and simulated the means of forgetting the demon lord to reduce his presence, and left Xingyu Zhenjun silently and came here.

As for the light and shadow that just appeared, he was not surprised.

During the three months he spent on Xianghuo Lingdao, did he really think that he was in seclusion there, oblivious to the outside world, and only resisted after the disaster?

Knowing that something was wrong, he did not go to investigate the information, nor did he make a decisive decision to leave immediately, but instead turned a blind eye to it, or found a reason to stay a few more days, thinking that he could escape. Isn't that stupid?

Using any means to obtain local intelligence at any cost, and sorting out useful information for oneself, and then deciding whether to go or stay, that is what a smart person should do.

So he took advantage of the three-month period to silently invade and refine the high-level monks on the Xianghuo Ling Island. Not to mention the existence of this old ancestor who was lurking in the dark, even their collusion with the Ten Paths of Hell was clear.

"Anyway, I have roughly figured out the plan of the Ten Paths of Hell. Whether the other party chooses to create a cave or upgrade himself in the end, this is my chance..."

Lin Chen's expression moved, and the whole person walked towards the island, his body was hidden in it little by little.

When he walked into the island completely, his expression was suddenly dazed, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the surroundings had changed.

Gloomy and chaotic clouds covered the sky, covering everything in sight. Under the sky, there were scattered old houses. The styles of those houses were different from those of the real islands in the East China Sea. They had black sloping or pointed roofs, mottled and faded exterior walls, and there was always a strange picture painted on one wall: flowers that were so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

This seemed to be a small town.

The town was quiet and deserted, as if it had been abandoned for a hundred years. Neat iron-black street lamps were arranged on both sides of the road. Between the lamp posts and the stone road, weeds and vines were entangled.

Lin Chen looked up into the distance, but he could not see the scene outside the town. He only saw the hazy fog rolling at the end of his sight. The fog seemed to form a wall, isolating the entire town inside.

He glanced around, but did not immediately consider the current environment. Instead, he raised his hand, and one by one, one by one... countless flower seeds flew out of his hand, and with the wind from nowhere, they blew into the land, into the town, and into the fog.

These flower seeds fell in every corner, absorbed all nutrients, and grew into red and swaying flowers.

These flowers emit a very faint red light, like a signpost in the endless darkness, guiding an unknown direction.

At the same time, the shallow dream, where the virtual and the real exchange.

Originally, it was the reflection of the Wudao Spirit Island in the dream, but at this moment, it was shrouded by a country full of night and starlight.

In that mysterious country, its owner had awakened at some point and walked on the grass full of night-scented flowers, and in front of him, a door that was looming but constantly solidifying appeared at this moment.

This is the boundary between reality and illusion, this is the door to the real world...