On how to avoid being cannon fodder

When the Ascetics Conference held every 49 years in Jiuyun Kingdom, it was five thousand miles south of Jiuyun Kingdom, in the Tiandu Mountains.

The man covered in black robe walked straight towards a cliff, and within two flashes he came to the rocky and muddy mountain wall.He didn't stop, he raised his foot and hit the mountain wall directly, but a surprising thing happened, the man in black didn't hit anything, instead he sank into it as if he had plunged into a pool of water.

The rocks and soil on the cliff remained unchanged as if unreal, as if the man in black had never appeared.But after a while, a mountain wind swept in, and the cliff seemed to become real again. The dust of the soil was blown up by the wind, and a few gravels were blown off the mud layer by the wind, and fell to the ground. There was a slight knocking sound.

After the man in black robe entered the cliff, the light and shadow in front of his eyes changed instantly, and there was a magnificent palace in front of his eyes.The ground carved from white jade is covered with intricate and gorgeous patterns, and the towering flower-carved stone pillars are inlaid with fine threads made of star gold to inlay magnificent dragon patterns.Looking from a distance, the palace is resplendent and resplendent, with elegance and luxury perfectly integrated. The fairyland-like natural mountains and rivers surround the palace, which adds a bit of etherealness to this extremely gorgeous palace.The man in black glanced over the golden pattern on the stone pillar, and snorted disdainfully.

"Haha, Master Mingdu, what do you think about our Baoheng Pavilion's Wufang Sumeru Realm?"

The loud voice came from the palace, it didn't seem deafening, but it made it easy for people to hear every syllable.This mana control can be said to be extreme, but the black-robed suzerain Mingdu is not moved at all.He raised his head slightly, revealing half of his pale chin from the shadow of his hood, a hoarse and chilly voice sounded, very soft, but it also spread far away like a loud voice: "Violence."

Hong Liang's voice was not troubled, and he smiled again, and a door appeared in front of the black robed man in an instant.Sect Master Mingdu immediately stepped out and directly entered the portal.Inside the door is a spacious lobby, in which six people are already sitting on the seats, and only one seat is still vacant.Sect Master Mingdu glanced at everyone, and his figure instantly transformed into a ghostly shadow, which flashed past, and appeared on the vacant seat in the next moment.

Among the six people who were in the room before, a man with an enchanting appearance and long hair hanging loose covered his lips and smiled lightly: "Sect Master Mingdu is so arrogant, he actually asked the six of us to wait for you together."

He spoke lightly, with a hint of sarcasm or ridicule in his voice, which made people feel extremely weird.Sect Master Mingdu didn't say much, and responded with a low hum.At this time, a middle-aged man with a simple long knife on his back said: "Let's not gossip, it's better to get straight to the point."

A kind-faced fat man glanced at the impatient big man with a smile, and echoed: "Luohe Dao Zun is right, the extermination of Jiuyun Kingdom is imminent, let's talk about the old days after we are done." .” He is the owner of the loud voice before, and also the controller of the small world here.

"Hey, who can continue with this group of perverts from the Blood Refining Sect." A woman in a fancy dress sneered.

On the other side, at the farthest distance from the woman, a young man with a pale and handsome face and a pair of coquettish blood eyes glanced at the woman coldly: "You Jiuyou Tianmen butchers, what right do you have to call us Blood Refining Sect?"

Seeing the eyebrows of the woman in fine clothes stand upright, the two parties were about to quarrel, the fat man hurriedly persuaded: "You two should stop arguing, this is a rare joint action of our seven families."

The woman in Chinese clothes frowned and glanced at the fat man, but didn't speak any more.

The chubby man then smiled and said: "Let's get down to business. We have reached a preliminary consensus through the communication of the jade talisman before. Jiuyun Kingdom's research on 'technology' has deviated from the side that is beneficial to practitioners, but the Jiuyun Kingdom's gang has fallen into evil ways. The cultivators did not intend to stop it, but let it go and even enjoyed it. This has already had a very bad impact on our neighboring countries of Jiuyun Kingdom, and we must unite to stop this from happening."

"Those foolish monks in Jiuyun Kingdom don't understand what will happen if ignorant mortals control such a powerful force." But it is involuntarily convincing.

The woman in the fancy dress sneered, but she didn't speak, but there was a look of sarcasm in her eyes, and she didn't know who she was aiming at.

The slightly chubby man smiled kindly and continued: "So, we have only one purpose for this alliance of the top forces of the seven Xiahong Continents - to strangle the dangers left by the Taoists of Lingqi after the last big war of cultivators. Orthodoxy."

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At the beginning of February 3702 in the Jiuyun National Calendar, in the heavy snowfall, a wounded young man stumbled and collapsed in the corner of the attic.His blood gushed out from the penetrating wound on his chest and abdomen, soaking through the white snow, adding a bit of chill to this simple and elegant scene.The young man struggled to stand up again, but the severe injury made him lose the last bit of strength, and his eyes turned black again and again.

There was a soft knock from the door panel of the attic, and a young man in snow fox fur walked out slowly with a lantern in his hand.He seemed to have known for a long time that there was a person in the corner of the attic, and stepped on the thick snow and walked straight towards that person.The young man reluctantly raised his head to look up, only to see the face of the man holding the lantern was blurred in the wind and snow, the silvery moonlight shone on his long black hair, and the moment it caught his eyes, people had the illusion of seeing the Moon Fairy illusion.

The man leaned over slightly, lowered the lantern a bit, and seemed to say something, but the young man couldn't hear clearly at this time, the whistling wind and the humming in his ears were mixed together, he tried his best not to faint, But eventually lost consciousness.

When he regained consciousness again, he opened his eyes and found that he was on a warm bed.A faint medicinal fragrance filled the room, and the bed curtain made of skein hung down. He couldn't see the scene outside, but he could see the elegant flowing cloud pattern on the wooden pillars of the bed frame.The young man supported his body to do it, and immediately realized that his injury had been treated, and the torn Taoist robe on his body was also replaced, and he was wearing a plain white inner garment.

His eyes flashed, and he recalled the man who appeared in front of him before he passed out.

At this moment, there was a slight knock on the door not far away.He immediately became alert, slightly adjusted a posture suitable for facing the enemy, and stared closely at the direction from which the sound came.The sound of light but very regular footsteps gradually approached, and after a while, a slender and white hand lifted the bed curtain, and the next moment, a strong smell of medicine came from the gap.He looked up, and saw that the person who came was a man who looked about 30 years old, with a handsome and gentle appearance, dark brown pupils as warm and moist as jade, with a noble temperament and an air of immortality.

The man saw that he was awake, smiled slightly, and said warmly: "It seems that you are fine. Here is a bowl of wound medicine, you can drink it while it is hot."

He subconsciously stretched out his hand to take it, but was surprised to find that restrained spiritual power fluctuations came from the medicine in the bowl.He was slightly stunned, because he hadn't noticed any cultivation in this man before, but this level of elixir was by no means something that a mortal could possess.Holding the medicine bowl, he was a little embarrassed: "You saved me?"

The man nodded and said with a smile: "You were seriously injured, and luckily you survived now."

"Senior, what is your cultivation level?" He asked cautiously.He is already a monk in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, and he knows how badly he has been injured, and the price to save his life is not something that ordinary Nascent Soul Stages are willing to give casually.But this man doesn't look like a monk... Could it be the ancestor of the soul of the world?

The man was slightly stunned when he heard the words, and a wry smile appeared on his lips: "Don't call me senior, I'm just an ordinary person now."

He was a little overwhelmed.

"I was robbed a few years ago, and my hundred-year-old cultivation base was exhausted. It is also fate to meet you now." The man said with a smile, "Sometimes I think, if only I met someone who could save me, it's a pity... "

Seeing his more restrained gaze, the man sighed softly: "It's okay, I just don't want you to end up like me. I had some savings a few years ago, but I don't need them now, so I'll give it to you."

He looked at the man speechlessly, and for some reason heard the deep sadness in the man's plain tone. After thinking for a while, he clasped his fists and said, "Xia Yang Yi, thank you before...thank you for saving your life." Well. I don't know how you call it?"

The man smiled and said, "Up to you."

For the next three years, he lived in this remote town.He didn't offer to leave, and the man didn't drive him away.He also asked the man's name many times, but the man just avoided answering each time.This peaceful time almost made him forget the betrayal and pain he had encountered before, as if everything he had experienced was as indifferent as an illusion, only these three years were vivid and real.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and it is winter again in a blink of an eye.The handsome and handsome man back then looked a little sick now, but his appearance sitting in the courtyard watching the snow was still as charming as a moon fairy.Yang Yi poured him a cup of hot tea, watching the man's light-colored lips turn red from the hot water, his heart skipped a beat.

"Yang Yi."

He heard the man calling his name, and immediately looked back at him.The man's dark brown eyes stared at him quietly, reflecting the world, mountains and rivers in those eyes, but they seemed to be only looking at him.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Yang Yi felt as if his heart had been pricked by a needle, and asked awkwardly: "You... want me to go?"

The man was silent for a moment and looked away.Yang Yi felt bitter in his mouth, and his chest was almost oppressed, he was about to get up and leave, when he heard the man say again: "You, do you know how high the sky is?"

He was stunned, and subconsciously said the well-known answer: "The sky is ninety thousand miles high."

"How did you know?"

"The extreme of the sky is [-] miles."

The man chuckled a few times and sighed, "Have you ever seen it?"

Yang Yi was speechless.The Nascent Soul is respected by the heavens and the earth, and he rides the wind to travel thousands of miles, but there is a strong wind in the void, so he can't reach the altitude of [-] miles.He said: "We will probably see you in the Yuanshen period."

Snow fell in the courtyard, and the cold moonlight cast a hazy light on the man's handsome profile like gauze. Yang Yi heard him say in a light voice, "But, I haven't seen it before."

Yang Yi's eyes widened in shock.The man's voice was as calm as ever, and he looked up at the sky: "I used to want to see the rumored 'extreme sky', but unfortunately, on the day I crossed the catastrophe and transformed into a god, the sect changed, and I never finished it again." The hope of this wish."

Hearing this, Yang Yi's breath was stagnant, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "You are the True Monarch Chasing Clouds!"

The man shook his head and smiled: "It wasn't the case eight years ago."

Zhenjun Zhuyun, the top genius of Tiangang Sect, the holy land of Jiuyun Kingdom.He broke through to the primordial spirit realm when he was only a little over a hundred years old, but it is a pity that in the vision of heaven and earth where he became the primordial spirit, Tianyin Sword Sect, the opponent of Tiangangmen, teamed up with Mingduzong and Hague Tiange to attack , the three veteran souls of Tiangang Sect fell, and the new soul Zhuyun was seriously injured, and his whereabouts are unknown.Once the Tiangang Sect was destroyed, the vitality of the three attacking families was also greatly damaged. Among them, the Tiange in The Hague was taken advantage of and destroyed two years ago.

Now that eight years have passed, I don't think that the True Monarch Zhuyun is still alive, but his cultivation base has been exhausted, and he has become an ordinary person.Yang Yi felt uncomfortable, and he heard himself say, "I'll take you to see it."

The man smiled slightly: "No need, my ordinary body can no longer withstand the pressure of the void. Besides, my crippled body won't last a few years."

Yang Yi couldn't stand it anymore, he promised repeatedly that he would find a way, and the next day he bid farewell to Zhenjun Zhuyun to seek a breakthrough.

This journey lasted for ten years, Yang Yi searched all kinds of dangerous places, but he was still unable to break through.Zhuyun's sentence "It won't last for a few years" is like thousands of needles pricking his heart every moment, making him more irritable every day.In the sixth year after leaving, when he secretly went back to watch Zhuyun, the man became weaker and weaker and could no longer calm down.

Walking on the bustling streets of Jiuyun Kingdom, Yang Yi felt that he was walking in a sea of ​​flames in purgatory, and his anxious emotions engulfed him, making it difficult for him to breathe.The promise to Zhuyun was like a mountain pressing on his chest, and he didn't dare to see him. This painful feeling was incomparable even when he was stabbed in the chest by a brother of the same school.

"Look, this is the mechanism bird I made!"

The exclamation of children on the street caught his attention.I saw a small bird carved from wood fluttering its wings and flying in the air, but the children chasing after it were all uncultivated.The light in his eyes became more and more intense as he stood still.

It is not only monks who can fly high into the sky, but also mortal beasts and birds; they cannot resist the wind, but they can with the help of magic weapons; it is difficult for him to break through to the primordial spirit state in a short time, but he can use other means to reduce this requirement!

He began to delve into refining weapons, blacksmithing, and talisman arrays...but the research progress was still slow.He began to quietly spread a lie to the outside world - the sky is ninety thousand miles high, this is the extreme of the sky.Mortals are hard to break, but those who break this limit are gods.

In the following years, more and more mortals and even monks were attracted by this lie. They went to Jiuyun Kingdom and gathered beside Yang Yi.Finally, in the tenth year, the "Peng" that can take people to high altitudes was created.He returned to Zhuyun Zhenjun's attic full of joy, but what he saw was... a ruin.

Just seven days before "Peng" appeared in the world, a war broke out between the top two top powers in Xiahong Continent. The flames of war spread to Nine Clouds, and the city where Zhuyun was located was also razed to the ground.

He couldn't describe his mood at that moment.

In the 3728th year of the Nine Clouds National Calendar, the Tiangang Sect, which had already been exterminated, was born out of nowhere. It controlled a large number of extremely wonderful and powerful artifacts that could even be used by mortals to shock the heavens, and ended the war of cultivators that swept across the entire continent.Jiuyun Kingdom became Xia Hongguo's number one powerful country, and Tiangangmen became Xia Hong's number one Holy Land force.However, Jiuyun Kingdom did not carry out the centralized rule of cultivators like other overlord forces in the past. Instead, it delegated a large amount of power to a large number of mortals, and the technology to create powerful artifacts that can be used by mortals—technology, began to spread. Nine Clouds is flourishing.

Yang Yi, the newly born leader of the Tiangangmen sect, is obsessed with exploring high altitudes, and everyone speculates that he wants to break through the [-]-kilometer limit of the sky and become a "god". Only he himself knows the truth.

At the beginning of February 3732 in the Jiuyun National Calendar, in the heavy snow, Yang Yi took the spaceship "Chasing Clouds" to challenge the 2-mile sky.

"Spaceship data is good."

"At an altitude of 8 miles, the ascent speed of the spacecraft has slowed down. It is recommended to turn on the propulsion device."

"The propulsion device has been turned on, and the spacecraft continues to ascend."

"The altitude is eighty-five thousand miles."

"The altitude is eighty-nine thousand miles."

"Height... [-] miles!" The people in the monitoring room were agitated and stared at the communicator with bated breath, hoping to pay homage to Yang Yi as soon as possible.

And on "Chasing Clouds", Yang Yi was holding a jade box containing a handful of dust, and stared blankly at the number on the altitude detector that had exceeded [-] miles and was still rising slowly.He turned his head and looked out the window. The chaotic void was pitch black, and the Xia Hong Continent and the ocean, which had turned into a blue-green canvas under his feet, were boundless, as if they had merged with the end of the void.

The sky is high... more than [-] miles.

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Under Han Yanghao's intervention, the Cultivator Conference ended without any disturbance.

Ji Wenyuan was finally able to get out of that insane barrier, and as a result, two long-awaited teenagers pounced on him.

"Brother, I won the top three!" Xue Tianhai said with sparkling eyes, but then he said angrily, "I don't know which tendon is wrong with that Jing Yan, such a good root still needs to get the Lingsu Pill!"

Xue Tianheng curled his lips and said, "Even if he doesn't take it, it won't be your turn. You are No.3."

Xue Tianhai immediately retorted: "That's much better than being dismissed in the first round! Brother, don't worry, even if there is no Lingsu Pill, I will find other good things for you to improve your spirit root!"

Xue Tianheng beside him didn't bother to talk back anymore, and immediately nodded his head to show his determination.Ji Wenyuan was helpless, and was about to say something, when suddenly he stretched out a hand, and the jade box in his hand was very familiar to everyone.Everyone looked up together, and saw that the person who came was a stern young man, dressed in a moon-white robe, with an air of dust—it was Jindan Dabi No. 1 Jingyan.

Xue Tianheng realized that he could no longer detect Jing Yan's aura realm, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded: "You... have broken through to Nascent Soul?"

Jing Yan nodded earnestly, then looked straight at Ji Wenyuan, his usually expressionless face could make people see a trace of nervousness at this moment: "This is for you."

Everyone looked at the box in his hand, and they were all stunned.No wonder that box looks familiar, isn't it the jade box that contains the "Ling Plastic Pill" rewarded by the Jindan Grand Competition!It seems that even the seal to prevent the spiritual power from escaping is still intact. This guy...does he want to give this extremely precious spirit plastic pill to Xue Tianze?