Family cultivation: I will create a family of sword immortals

Armadillo, Huangtai Mountain.

Ming Jianqing, who was dressed in an Armadyougon robe, slowly walked up to the high platform at the top of Huangtai Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, all the Armadyou people knelt down and worshiped to welcome the king's sacrifice to God.

Ming Jianzhong is of medium stature, not too tall, only a little over six feet, but his noble appearance, according to some romance novels in the Xia Kingdom, is definitely a born emperor.

Of course, what he has accomplished is worthy of being an emperor.

Now, he has acquired two-thirds of the entire territory of Huaiyou, and he has implemented benevolent policies and distributed all the plundered resources to the people, allowing them to survive the five-year disaster.

After the Wuwang Tribulation, the armadillo faction was full of vitality.

Ming Jianzhong walked onto the high platform with steady steps.

On the high platform, the altar has already been enshrined, and several portraits have been hung up. In the center is a vague image of an old man. It is said that this is the appearance of God in the Armadillo Realm.

"The King of Jiuli was cruel and unkind, slaughtering various tribes to show his power. I was originally just a small king of a tribe. I couldn't bear to see him poisoning the people, so he raised an army to rebel. It took two years to finally suppress the rebellion, and then led the tribes. tribe, go north to the Xia Kingdom, bring back food and grass for the tribes, and resist natural disasters..."

"The natural disaster has passed. I have established the Minghuang Royal Court to rule two-thirds of the land of Armadillo. Now I am willing to sacrifice myself to God in order to repay God's kindness and bless me, Minghuang, with good weather..."

"Now I establish Ming Jianfu (fu) as the new king to carry on my ambition. All future generations must not forget the oath made today. If you fail, I will thank you!"

Ming Jianzhong's high-pitched voice spread throughout the surrounding area for more than ten miles. The voice continued to echo in the sky, like praying to heaven.

As he finished speaking, he placed three golden incense sticks on the cauldron, then slowly flew up, closed his eyes, and opened his arms as if to embrace the sky.

In an instant, a bolt of blue thunder suddenly fell and struck Ming Jianzhong's body.

The next moment, a green four-legged luck dragon appeared between heaven and earth, following the blue thunder, it flew to the sky until it submerged into the sky.

"Your Majesty~"

From below to the high school, countless people made mournful sounds, feeling sad about his death.

In any case, the benevolent policies brought by Ming Jianzhong are indeed real. In recent years, they have not only quelled the war, but also saved all people from famine.

Kou Wushuang, who was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, slowly flew to the sky and said to the people below: "The king has completed his merits and virtues. He can transform into a dragon and ascend to the sky to see the Lord of the sky. All living beings will practice well and one day they will also have perfect merits and virtues and ascend to the sky." , today is the time when the king ascends, and it is also the time when the new king ascends the throne, welcome the new king!"

It is a long-standing tradition of the Armadillos that every king who creates a royal court has the opportunity to ascend to the heavens as a sacrifice.

In exchange for the long-lasting kingdom of his own royal court, the same was true for the founder of the Jiuli Royal Court. Every time the king experienced countless calamities, he also died soon after. It seems that in this world of armadillos, there is real merit. One thing to say.

There are even Armadillo people who claim that they are the orthodox people in the world and can communicate with God, while the emperor of Great Xia is just a person who deceives the world and steals his reputation. Even though he is sitting in the richest place in the world, there are countless people who disobey God and risk their lives. Monks are not protected by God at all.

But these are more of internal resentments within Armadillo. After all, Daxia's strength is still obvious to all.

Ming Jianfu, who looked immature, walked up the steps, but instead of walking onto the high platform, he stopped at the last three steps, and then turned around to face the people who were bowing their heads below.

"Mingjianfu will never forget the wishes of the late king, treat all living beings kindly, and offer sacrifices to heaven. If there is any failure, I will express my gratitude to Cangming!"

It seemed that God really heard his vow. There was a buzz in the sky, and countless spiritual cranes fell from the sky and flew low around him.

The people of Armadyou all called the miracle one after another.

Kou Wushuang on the side showed an imperceptible smile.

"They are all stupid people."

……

In Cangwu Mountain, Kou Wushuang had already left the ceremony, holding a gold brick in his hand and standing respectfully at the entrance of the cave.

"Reporting to our ancestors, we have brought back the Immortal Gold of Merit and Destiny, and sacrificed our luck. Please accept it."

As his words fell, the old man in Cangwu Mountain finally walked out of the cave.

He first waved his hand to take the gold bricks condensed from the power of merit from Kou Wushuang's hand, then reached out his hand and pulled off a green dragon of luck from the sky. The old man swallowed the dragon of luck alive. After a moment, He actually looks a little younger.

"You did quite well this time. This magic method is taught to you. Prepare to try to break through the Nascent Soul." From the old man's sleeve, a roll of green cloth flew out, with golden words floating on it, like tadpoles. Swimming is generally very miraculous.

"Thank you, ancestor, for the gift." Kou Wushuang quickly knelt down and worshiped.

This is the immortal method that he has been waiting for for a long time. The ancient legal tradition disappeared completely due to an accident three thousand years ago. This old ancestor survived from that era and has the inheritance of the ancient immortal method. He can There is no need to practice the traditional method of cutting leeks.

Kou Wushuang is not one of those old monks from a large sect. He cannot cultivate leeks and then harvest them, so he naturally joins the old man's sect. Although he is not a successor, there is still a secret method passed down from generation to generation.

Having worked diligently under him for many years can be regarded as a reward.

"It's just that the luck of the Yushan tribe cannot be harvested, otherwise we can get the golden dragon of luck." Kou Wushuang looked very regretful.

The old man said: "The reason why Li Yang died was because he was burdened with good luck before, and finally developed the power of incense. That good luck can no longer be taken back."

"The power of incense? Could it be that Li Yang is not dead yet?" Kou Wushuang asked in surprise.

The old man shook his head and said: "The passage between the underworld and the Yang world has been cut off. The soul of a person after death can only be classified into the six realms of reincarnation and cannot stay in the world. Even if there is incense, it will not help. But let him have a good pregnancy in the next life. , if in ancient times, there might be a ghost cultivator or a human god of incense and fire, but both paths are just small paths, the ladder to heaven is cut off, and the underworld is hidden from the world..."

The old man's eyes seemed to be reminiscing.

"Ladder to heaven... Hades..." Two unfamiliar words were muttered in Kou Wushuang's mouth. He didn't know what happened thousands of years ago and could only guess from the occasional words.

The old man who calls himself Cang Tian Lao Tao stretched out his hand to seal the secret.

"I never thought there was a little loach. It was considered a supplement, so I accepted it..." Cangtian said in surprise, and then he crossed thousands of miles in the blink of an eye and reached the sky above Yushan, reaching down to grab it.

Yu Shanyan, who was in the main tent instructing his subordinates, suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart, and his breathing immediately became rapid. After struggling for a moment, he lost his breath.

And in the hands of Cang Tian Dao, a weak destiny was also swallowed into his belly.

He looked up to the north and saw this bright streak of luck.

"Interesting, there is still the fate of the human emperor now, but those old guys in the Central Plains won't tolerate it, I'm afraid it will cause another "dragon-slaying" drama."

The old man looked across the mountains and saw the looming imperial aura on Taoxi Mountain.

Kou Wushuang, who was on the Cangwu Mountain, opened the secret method to create the Nascent Soul in anticipation, and his face turned pale. There were clearly only four words in the secret method.

"Kill people and refine their souls."