Notes on building a city in the immortal world

Nangong Qin was sitting in the quiet room.

The quiet room is the core of the cultivator's cave.

This is where the monks usually meditate, and it is also here for the retreat in units of one hundred years. The choice and layout of the quiet room are directly related to the efficiency of cultivation, so no monk will take it lightly.

They usually choose the place with the strongest and most hidden spiritual energy in the cave as the quiet room, and even specify the position of meditation to a certain point, and set up seven or eight defensive magic circles outside according to their financial resources and cultivation level. No one is allowed to come close except for the couple of monks.

Therefore, although Zhenyan was very curious about the "ancestral room", he had never been close to this quiet room after learning the basic common sense of the cultivation world.

This is a very wise decision.

It's not that Nangong Qin doesn't allow it, but that except for Nangong Qin, no one else can get close.

In fact, it is not so much a room as it is a huge pool.

——That’s right, this room is actually the crater of this volcano, but what surges in the crater is a piece of azure green, pure in color and without impurities, it looks like a huge swimming pool at first glance.

But it would be a mistake to think that this is an ordinary pool.

This blue color is certainly not magma, but it is not water, or even liquid, but an indescribably high concentration of energy.

Of course, there is no concept of "energy" in the world of cultivating immortals.

But there is no other noun to call it.

What can only be barely observed is that this energy body conforms to the three-state change of matter, and its "gas state" is static electricity.

Hundreds of thousands of volts.

The one that lasts!

Shengyu's stupid bird once barged in recklessly, and it didn't even touch the blue patch before it was turned into a half-cooked roasted bird by the static electricity above.

Afterwards, Heihu had to place dozens of layers of restrictions outside Nangongqin's room.

These prohibitions are reversed.

It's not to protect Nangong Qin, but to protect the idiot who wants to break into that room, such as the silly bird with only three seconds of memory.

Of course Nangongqin himself is not afraid of these energy bodies.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on this piece of cyan, and the aura that was almost visible to the naked eye was flowing around him. Occasionally, cyan lightning burst out, and the wet and straight long black hair hung down from his shoulders, scattered like a silk fan Generally spread out, forming a corresponding clear reflection in the cyan color below the body.

However, Nangong Qin in the reflection could clearly see the golden-red liquid wrapped around him, and the golden-red liquid was not attached to him, but flowed from the invisible wound on his chest.

This wound is the injury suffered when stripping the "inner demon".

"It's really troublesome!" Nangong Qin said softly.

He closed his eyes and circulated the spiritual power in his body.

And with the flow of his spiritual power, the blue arc light around him became more and more dense.

These arcs collided with the golden-red liquid on his body, making a "hissing" sound, and burning more dazzlingly, so that Nangong Qin's whole body seemed to be in a state of burning.

As a product of combustion, blue crystals and red crystals scattered around Nangong Qin, becoming part of the huge energy body under him.

But when Nangong Qin's luck was completed and the cyan arc light disappeared completely, the golden-red liquid on his body became more, and the whole person returned to the state just taken out of the water.

This is the most troublesome part of refining Yang Lingshui.

If it is the usual Nangong Qin, with his Mahayana body, even if it is stained with Yang Lingshui, he can clean it up, but the problem is that he killed his inner demons before Yang Lingshui, and suffered a serious injury. Internal injuries!

So when he splashed the Yangling water, the liquid eroded his wounds, clouded his spiritual veins, and even used his spiritual power to convert it. The more he used the power, the faster the Yangling water would regenerate.

Of course, even at this point, there is no way out.

As Nangongqin and Zhenyan said, as long as it is refined, it will be fine.

Ordinary monks may have to retreat for hundreds of years, but Nangong Qin can refine it as long as he retreats for three to five years.

But this one goes back to the old question.

Nangong Qin was really worried about Zhenyan, going to retreat for so long...

No, it's not "worried". Although they have only been together for a few months, Nangong Qin can also see that Nangong Zhenyan is actually very capable of taking care of himself. Even without his "ancestor", he can still live well.

It was him, Nangong Qin, who was interested in Nangong Zhenyan.

This is a rare occurrence.

Nangong Qin is rarely interested in anything.

In fact, before he cultivated to immortality, he didn't think that there was anything delicious, any clothes that looked good, no matter how gorgeous jewelry was just a stone, no matter how beautiful a woman was just a lump of fat, there was nothing interesting in this world.

Therefore, before building the foundation, Nangong Qin's greatest pleasure was sleeping.

However, he had a headache after sleeping for a long time, so his greatest pleasure after building his foundation was changed to cultivation.

How good it is to practice!

Ten years pass when the eyes are closed, and decades pass when the eyes are opened, and then the Mahayana period begins when the eyes are opened and closed.

The stage of the Mahayana period is actually almost equivalent to that of a true immortal. He already has the same lifespan as the heaven and the earth. He can soar up after waiting for the final test of the tribulation. Nangongqin suddenly panicked:

Wait a moment!I originally only wanted to live a boring life for decades, but now I want to live in such a boring way forever until the end of the world? !

And it's the kind of work that doesn't require sleeping or practicing...

Every time Nangongqin thought about this question, she felt that she might as well be killed by Jieyun.

It's a pity that with his current state, that Jieyun might be nourishing him.

"...Fortunately, there is something to say."

Nangong Qin simply gave up thinking and sighed.

Nangong Qin wiped her face vigorously, wiped off the liquid that obstructed her vision, dragged her long hair that was heavy like a mop, and walked out of the room.

Every time he took a step, his body shrank a little.

When Nangongqin left the quiet room, he had shrunk to the size of a ten-year-old child.

The kind that just came out of the well.

The place where Nangong Qin walked was wet and glistening like a big slug passing by.

Fortunately, he is the owner of the cave, and no one dares to speak of him.

In fact, no one will talk about him.

Today's cave is very quiet, there is no noise from Shengyu, and there is no sound of Zhenyan studying food. I don't know if it is because of his shrinking body, but Nangongqin suddenly feels that his cave is surprisingly big.

"Did Yan'er go out?" Nangong Qin asked.

"You said you want to retreat, but he ran out the day before yesterday and hasn't come back yet." Frost Centipede replied.

His voice came from Nangong Qin's shadow, but the main body did not appear.

This centipede actually likes to complain and gossip like Shengyu, although the direction is different: "And he went out this time, and pierced the sky! How did you make such a terrible magic weapon for him?!"

"Yan'er said that he wants to have the magic weapon with the strongest attack power of mine. I reckon that the power is about the same." Nangong Qin replied.

He also went out to take a look at the sky.

"Weak! Sure enough, I shouldn't use the old keel in the warehouse for I don't know how many years, the spiritual power is almost gone! It's a pity that there are fewer and fewer dragons in the East China Sea above the eighth level... Those guys How did you practice!"

They managed to cultivate to the eighth level, not for the purpose of being used as magic weapon materials!

Frost Centipede couldn't help complaining: "I mean, you spoil him too much!"

"Isn't the ancestors supposed to do this?"

"I think you seem to have misunderstood the identity of 'ancestor', and... are you really doing these things out of your identity as an ancestor?"

"What else could it be?"

"If your descendant changed someone else, would you still be willing to do so many things for him?"

"? There is no 'if', because the blood relationship cannot be changed," Nangong Qin said strangely, he thought why the bug he raised always said some boring words: "So Yan'er and I are destined."

"Hiss, there is no problem with this in theory, how weird it sounds..."

The Frost Centipede hissed.

Nangongqin didn't pay attention to it anymore, because he had already sensed that the breath of his family's words had entered the range of his spiritual perception (and there was a big pile of Shengyu by the way).

Nangongqin walked towards the door quickly, and soon saw Shengyu's red figure appearing in his sight.

"We're back~↑↓↓↓"

Shengyu's cheerful voice fell into a landslide after seeing Nangongqin.

Based on the little experience in the bird's head, it felt that it might be unlucky, after all, the hole in the sky was still hanging brightly!

Nangong Zhenyan smiled.

"Grandpa, I'm back!"

He jumped off Shengyu and hugged Nangongqin directly.

During this time, Nangongqin has gotten used to Zhenyan's hug.

In this hug, the liquid on Nangong Qin's body instantly receded, and the discomfort of soaking in hot water while wearing heavy clothes disappeared, and she returned to her usual dryness and comfort.

And Zhenyan always smelled delicious.

——It's strange to say that Nangong Qin doesn't like to eat. For him, the difference between sugar and salt is not very big, but the taste of this kind of food appears on Zhenyan's body, and it seems to become attractive .

For example, today, Zhenyan smells a bit sugary and cold, and even a little familiar, like the food called ice cream that Zhenyan made a few days ago.

Nangong Qin couldn't help but took a deep breath.

[Ice Attribute Immortal Art +999]

Zhenyan heard the system sound in a daze.

Recently, he wondered if there was something wrong with the system. Even though he was not feeding anyone, it would suddenly sound.

"Have you gone to the Dao of Reincarnation?" At this time, Nangong Qin asked.

He suddenly noticed the origin of Zhenyan's cold smell.

Nangong Qin didn't blame Zhenyan for piercing the sky, but she was not happy that the other party went to a dangerous place: "Don't go to that place in the future, it is too yin and bad for your health!"

With that said, he patted Zhenyan's body, and then patted him with two purification spells.

"It was an accident, and I found a super strange thing there—" Zhenyan said happily.

He wanted to show Nangong Qin the storage bag, but after thinking about it, he stopped again.

"Let's have dinner first!" Zhenyan said with a smile.

Zhenyan is very obsessed with the matter of "dinner", as if as long as she does this, she is a family member.

For dinner, he can put everything down first.

Nangongqin doesn't dislike this, after all, he and Zhenyan are indeed "family members".

"Okay, let's have dinner." He smiled.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who cast [Land Mine]: One who is anxious to return home;

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