Innate Enlightenment Holy Body: I ​​Create an Invincible Method in All Worlds

When Ye Qiu woke up, he found himself lying in a coffin.

A crack allowed him to see the light outside.

A suona was playing loudly outside.

The scent of incense and candles drifted in, reminding him of the memory of a feast when he was a child before he traveled through time.

But this time, he was not eating at someone else's table.

Instead, someone else was eating at his table.

Ye Qiu felt depressed.

What happened?

How come he was being eaten as soon as he traveled through time?

Isn't this going to start all over again?

Ye Qiu used all his strength to kick the coffin open, revealing large patches of light.

This sound also startled the monks in the hall.

"Ah, the ancestor is back to life!"

"Look, the coffin is moving!"

"Prepare the exorcism spell, and ask the ancestor to return to the west!"

"Ancestor, I'm sorry!"

Ye Qiu put his withered hand on the coffin board, and the next second a talisman was stuck on his forehead.

A young monk met Ye Qiu's eyes.

"Something is wrong, the ancestor is not restrained!"

The young monk was shocked.

Screamed: "The ancestor is not dead!"

"What?"

The other monks in the hall were shocked: "Call the sect master!"

"Yes!"

Swoosh --

A young monk stepped on the flying sword and left quickly.

Ye Qiu climbed out of the coffin. As far as he could see, there were more than a dozen young monks, each of whom had a weapon behind him.

Including but not limited to knives, swords, axes, hatchets, gourds.

"Various weapons, flying swords, spells, could this be a world of immortal cultivation?"

Ye Qiu muttered to himself.

He looked at himself.

Only then did he realize that he was withered, like an old tree with dry roots, without vitality, and withered.

No wonder he was called the ancestor.

At this time.

The few memories poured out of his mind.

Xianwu World.

Zhongzhou, Great Qin Dynasty, Yuxian Sect.

Chen Changan, Yuxian Sect, Master of Zhuofeng.

Age: 105.

Today is the day Chen Changan passed away, and the funeral ceremony is being held.

Ye Qiu was stunned. This time the shuttle was a little different. He actually shuttled to an old man.

"Help me out quickly, I'm not dead yet, I can still live!"

Ye Qiu said to a dozen young cultivators.

"Oh oh oh!"

"Grandmaster, please slow down!"

These young cultivators hurried forward to help.

As the saying goes, an old man in the family is like a treasure.

Although Chen Changan's cultivation talent is not enough, he has always been a good person in the sect,

especially taking care of the new disciples,

and he is very prestigious and respected among the young disciples.

These young disciples in front of them are all cultivators who have entered in the past three years, and they are usually taken care of by Chen Changan.

Upon hearing the news of his death, they all rushed to attend his funeral.

To send him off for the last time.

Chen Changan had no talent for cultivation and was a Taoist scum.

But with his keen eyesight, he entered Zhuofeng.

Zhuofeng was the worst mountain in Yuxian Sect. Its mountain heritage had not been inherited for more than 800 years and had already declined.

Of course, it was not only Zhuofeng that declined.

Yuxian Sect was almost the same.

"Grandmaster, you are not dead, so good!"

"Everyone thought they would never see you again!"

The young disciples in the hall smiled.

It was obvious that they were reluctant to see Chen Changan pass away.

"Senior Brother, Senior Brother, I'm sorry, I'm late!"

Whoosh——

Just then.

A middle-aged man wearing a high-level Taoist robe of Yuxian Sect walked in at the door.

This man was none other than the current leader of Yuxian Sect, Lu Qingyun.

He was also Chen Changan's fellow countryman.

The two joined Yuxian Sect together ninety years ago.

Unexpectedly, they met face to face ninety years later, one was young and energetic, at the peak of his powers, and the other had already entered the ground, like a dead tree.

"Brother, have you lived a second life?"

Lu Qingyun asked in surprise.

But he was a little disappointed afterwards, and his joy was in vain.

He said with an unnatural expression: "Brother, it's okay. Even if you haven't lived a second life, you have woken up!"

"Come here, bring tea to Patriarch Chen!"

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Soon a disciple brought a cup of tea.

Ye Qiu was indeed a little thirsty.

He drank it right away, his Adam's apple bulged, and his wrinkled old skin moved up and down.

This scene made Lu Qingyun's eyes flash with sadness.

In his opinion, this was just Chen Changan's last glimmer of light.

After tonight, I'm afraid I will never see my brother's smiling face again.

He couldn't help but say: "Brother, take your time, don't rush, there's still plenty of tea!"

"Almost done, it's done!"

Ye Qiu wiped his mouth with his shroud, feeling very happy.

That's it.

The original funeral ceremony became a joke in a short time.

Everyone dispersed and came back in the eveningLet's see what's going on.

Zhuofeng returned to his quiet days.

In the room.

Ye Qiu sat cross-legged, sorting out his few memories.

When people get old, most of their memories are forgotten.

Only some happy or sad memories from childhood remain deep in their minds.

As for the exercises, there is a plant breathing method, but I have never been able to get started.

This plant breathing method is Zhuofeng's core exercise.

Unfortunately, no one has been able to comprehend it for eight hundred years.

"The plant breathing method is interesting!"

Ye Qiu smiled slightly, and the old skin on his face wrinkled, making him look weird.

He's old.

It's not just the consumption of physical functions.

His concentration has also dropped to the bottom. Ye Qiu sat cross-legged, and even entering a state of concentration was very difficult.

He finally entered a state of concentration and looked inside his body.

Ye Qiu felt cold in his heart.

Although the owner of this body, Chen Changan, lived to be 105 years old.

But his realm is indeed not as good as that of a new disciple who has been in the sect for three months.

The first realm in this Xianwu world is the realm of the sea of ​​suffering.

As the saying goes, the sea of ​​suffering is boundless, and turning back is the shore.

Only by crossing the sea of ​​suffering and reaching the other side of the Tao can we break the shackles of nature and ride the wind.

Now the sea of ​​suffering in this body is desolate, like the broken annual rings of an ancient tree, without vitality.

This is the beginning.

It is indeed difficult.

Of course, Ye Qiu was not panicked, he was very calm.

He has traveled through time and space seven times, and turned into an eagle, which has happened before, so this old man is nothing.

Ye Qiu spent several hours to enter the realm of thought without self and appearance.

Then.

The key points of the "Plant Breathing Method" emerged in his mind.

Once in the martial arts world, Ye Qiu also practiced a similar method.

Of course, the "Plant Breathing Method" in the martial arts world is much easier than that in this world.

Thanks to the help of the dragon tendon grass, the spirit world can easily master the "Plant Breathing Method".

However, for Ye Qiu now.

It is very difficult.

The bitter sea is dead silent, and no plants grow. Even with the breathing method, it is difficult to change the reality.

Ye Qiu circulated the mind method over and over again.

I don't know when, I entered the state:

[My understanding is against the sky, I practice the plant breathing method, and I have some insights...]

[My understanding is against the sky, I practice the plant breathing method, and I have some insights...]

[My understanding is against the sky, I practice the plant breathing method, and I have some insights, and the bitter sea has changed! ]

At night.

In the bitter sea in Ye Qiu's body, a golden light spot quietly emerged from the withered annual rings, revealing a trace of vitality.