The Mighty Female Immortal

A rare earthquake that has never been seen in history has erupted on the Gobi Desert. The result of the earthquake was the emergence of one of the largest and deepest cracks in the world.

Six months later, an expedition of multinationals explored the depths of the crack. But a sudden explosion of ground fire burned most of the explorers, and the rest of the people lost contact in a panic.

At the moment when the fire broke out, Xu Ziyan did not know who was pushed into a cave. Inside the cave was a steep landslide. Xu Ziyan rolled down and slid down. I didn't know how long it had slipped. In the end, she had lost consciousness.

The vaguely crying sounds awakened Xu Ziyan, and his eyelids could not be opened. There was a woman crying in the ear, and a man’s sad sigh.

Xu Ziyan’s head hurts, and she thought back to what happened. She remembered that she had been rolling down from the cave, and finally she lost consciousness. When I regain consciousness, I seem to be lying on a square. In front of myself is a tall statue of a woman. Then the eyes of the woman’s statue suddenly shine, shining on oneself, in their own consciousness. Suddenly there was more "inheritance" and then I fainted.

So where are you now? Who is the crying woman and the sighing man?

Xu Ziyan wanted to open his eyes, but he didn't have a bit of strength. After brewing for a long time, he slightly opened his eyelids. The room was very dim, I couldn't see anything, but I saw a middle-aged woman sitting in front of herself in a vague way, crying with her head down.

"Oh," he said, Xu Ziyan felt the door open. Then a group of shadows flashed in, then an old voice:

"Xu Guang, now the purple smoke is dead. According to the rules of the tribe, the three acres of land allocated to the purple smoke will be handed over to the family tomorrow."

The man who sighed just said in a low voice: "I will do it according to the village head!"

"唉~"

The old voice sighed and shook his head and turned away from the room.

"Ziyan? Is it surnamed? And I have a name? Is it me?"

Xu Ziyan’s mind suddenly burst into some memory fragments, which is a memory that is not his own. After reading those memories, Xu Ziyan knew that he had passed through and passed through a 15-year-old girl.

This continent is different from the world from which it came from, and it is a world of truth. This girl who is possessed by herself is also called Xu Ziyan. Xu is a super family on the mainland. However, the super family naturally has the sorrow of the super family. Xu Ziyan's parents are those who cannot cultivate, and their natural status is very low. They can only live in a very remote village far from the family center. After arriving at such a village, it was basically abandoned by the family. It is the descendants who have a person who can cultivate, and no one cares. No one knows, who cares about the descendants of mortals who have no spiritual roots?

In the memory, when the purple smoke crossed the bridge, he was shocked by a big yellow dog and fell into the water. When I was rescued, I was already dead. I didn’t expect it to be attached to my soul. After a while, Xu Ziyan has recovered some strength and slowly opened his eyes. Turning his neck slightly, he saw the middle-aged woman crying in front of the bed and the middle-aged man sitting in a chair not far away.

Xu Ziyan turned his head and drove the dilapidated bed underneath. The bedboard screamed and stunned the crying middle-aged woman. The middle-aged woman looked at Xu Ziyan, her body was a stiff, and after a long while, she whispered:

"Smoke?"

Xu Ziyan’s heart was awkward. She didn’t know how to call the person in front of her eyes. She had to lick her mouth and show a smile.

"Smoke!"

The middle-aged woman suddenly rushed to the body of Xu Ziyan, holding Xu Ziyan tightly and bursting into tears. This crying, crying dark and dark, tearing heart. Also crying, the purple smoke is full of bitterness, and the whole heart is broken. When the past life was on earth, Xu Ziyan was an orphan and had never experienced the love of his parents. Now the woman in front of her eyes is so crying that she feels the other person's love from the bottom of her heart, and her eyes can't help but get wet.

"Smoke!"

The man didn't know when he was standing in front of the bed, and he couldn't help but tremble with tears on his face.

Xu Ziyan was so sad that both of them cried, just want to open their mouth and comfort a few words. It was a very weak body, and both eyes turned and fainted.

When I woke up again, I was fed and drank a bowl of porridge, and I fainted in confusion. Woke up again, the sky is already bright.

The room was quiet, thinking that Xu Ziyan’s mother-in-law had gone to work. Xu Ziyan struggled to get out of bed and felt that the body had recovered a lot. Looking up and looking around, my heart is bitter. There is nothing in the house, only a broken bed, it is very poor at first glance. Holding hope, Xu Ziyan pushed the door open and went out to look at the opposite room, the same empty space. At this time, Xu Ziyan only had four words left in his heart: one was poor.

"Oh," the door was opened. The middle-aged couple came in and saw Xu Ziyan standing on the ground, hurriedly threw down the things in his hand and stepped forward. The mother-in-law of the purple smoke is a smack of Xu Ziyan in her arms, saying in a tone of voice:

"Smoke, your illness is still not good, what to do next? Hurry up and lie down."

Feeling that there has never been care, Xu Ziyan has a hot heart and whispers: "Mother, I am fine!"

"Smoke, you are in the cold, you have to rest, don't squat again."

Xu Ziyan’s father also helped Xu Ziyan’s shoulders. Xu Ziyan felt warm and gently bowed his head:

"Yeah."

As the days passed, Xu Ziyan’s body had already fully recovered. Helping parents do something on weekdays, then shutting themselves up in the house to practice.

Can Xu Ziyan cultivate? The answer is yes. In addition to the memory of Xu Ziyan and Xu Ziyan, Xu Ziyan’s consciousness has another memory, that is, the inheritance of Xu Ziyan in another space, the Gobi crack in the earth. In the inheritance, Xu Ziyan knew that it was a legacy of a sect called “Dan Fuzong”. In addition to a set of exercises called "water hail", the rest are the methods of alchemy and typography.

The spirit of Xu Ziyan is not lacking. The spiritual strength of the two worlds allows Xu Ziyan to quickly enter the cultivation. What makes Xu Ziyan feel fortunate is that she is able to cultivate "water hail".

What is certain is that Xu Ziyan has a spiritual root and is still a spiritual root. Otherwise, she will not be able to cultivate the water system of the "water hail". What makes Xu Ziyan more pleasant is that his own spiritual root seems to be not low grade, because she found that her cultivation is very fast.

For three months, she had already ventilated her body and reached the first level of the refining period.

On this day, Wang Po from the village came to the house and locked up with her mother in the house and did not know what to say. After the mother-in-law left, the mother came to Xu Ziyan’s room and held her hand with a calm face:

"Smoke, the village chief asked Wang Po to kiss, want you to marry the second son of the village chief."

Xu Ziyan’s heart was shocked. He looked up at the mother in front of him and looked at his father standing at the door. His heart was a sorrow. She knows what kind of person the second son of the village chief is. It is a mentally retarded youth who is almost a fool.

"Do I have to marry a fool and live a lifetime in this broken village? No! I am not willing!"

Thinking of this, Xu Ziyan’s eyes became firm and he said softly to his parents: “Hey, mother, I don’t want to marry!”

"唉~~"

Xu sighed softly, and Xu Guang’s look was also stunned. How are the couples willing to marry their sweethearts to a fool? But as a person living at the bottom of society, they can then resist their own destiny! Looking at the look of his parents, Xu Ziyan suddenly felt a move, remembering that he was the root of the spirit, and now it is the first layer of the refining period. On this comprehension continent, it can be based on strength. The people in this village where they live are all abandoned by the family. Those who can't cultivate, the village head is just the repair of the eighth layer of the day after tomorrow. Should I tell my parents that I have a spiritual root and then leave the village with my parents?

However, Xu Ziyan suddenly moved in the heart. She came to the world and suddenly had a pair of parents. Although they touched their own love, they did not accept each other in the depths of Xu Ziyan. She was thinking, it is better to borrow this time and try to find out what the parents in this world really love. So Xu Ziyan stood firm and said softly:

"Hey, mother! I am not married!"

The room was silent and the atmosphere was very depressed. As if the air had become stagnant, it was so overwhelming. Finally, Xu whispered softly:

"She said, look?"

"Hey! Since the smoke is not willing, then don't marry! But we may not be able to live in the village afterwards."

"Does the village chief dare to drive us out of the family?" Xu said in surprise.

Xu Guang looked bitter and looked dim. "I am afraid it is not just to drive out the family. You look at the things that were originally next door."

"Can he still kill us for this?" Xu has already begun to tremble.

"Hey! People like us who can't contribute to the family don't have the value of living. The village head is the sky here. He wants to be like this. Whoever dares to say nothing here. Ok, pack it right away. Today, we will escape the village."

"But, will the village chief let us escape?" Xu asked with concern.

"Let's wait until midnight to escape. As for whether or not we can escape, let's look at the fate?"

After that, Xu Guang took Xu’s room and left Xu Ziyan’s room to collect things. Xu Ziyan looked at the two old people’s suddenly stunned backs, and they felt moved in their hearts. They have completely accepted the mother of this world, but they are just in the heart. The future is also full of fear.