Cultivation Superstar [Rebirth]

"Luo Lingxiu! You, you, you don't want to die?!"

"Fate?" Luo Lingxiu raised his eyes and glanced at the brothers in front of him who had not even had time to suppress the cruel smile on their faces, and sat still.

Not long ago, it was these good fellow disciples who broke into his cave when he was retreating and attacking the Nascent Soul, killing people and seizing the treasure without saying a word, but now they say that he wants to die.

If there was such a thing as emotion, Luo Lingxiu would have laughed when he heard them confound right and wrong like this.

It's a pity that he didn't. From the moment he stepped into the fairyland, he cultivated the way of ruthlessness, no heart, no heart, no desire, and all thoughts are silent.

So when they came to fight, he was just fighting.

Even at this moment when the golden elixir was about to melt and the phantom of the Nascent Soul had already been formed, there was only one way to lose the retrograde true qi challenge, and Luo Lingxiu couldn't feel that it was unfair.

Since he was walking on the road of cultivating immortals, life and death were normal things, not to mention that he had no intention of doing so.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he was too ignorant of the human heart after all. What these senior brothers wanted was not just killing people to seize treasures.

When they triumphantly said that his master had also fallen because of him, Luo Lingxiu closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, a small golden sword that was as long as one finger and wide and wide emerged from between his brows.

Under the shimmering golden light, the group of people seemed to see an imperceptible emotion on Luo Lingxiu's face that had never moved.

"How, how is it possible? Brother, didn't we destroy all of his spiritual roots! Even the spiritual power was absorbed by us, where did he get the spiritual energy to activate the Falling Sun and Burning City Art?!"

Looking at their distorted expressions of panic, Luo Lingxiu was as cold as ever, "I still have a life."

"You surnamed Luo, don't be ashamed. Our senior brothers have given you a chance to be reincarnated. If you have the chance, you can continue to cultivate immortals in the next life. If you use this trick, you will be out of your wits. You should think clearly!"

The little golden sword floated up into the air, its brilliance flourishing, and Luo Lingxiu remained motionless like a mountain.

"Damn it, the entire Wenxin Peak will be reduced to ashes once the Falling Sun and Burning City Jue is released, let's go!"

Several rays of light flashed, and flying swords and spirit treasures of various colors flew out of Wuxin Cave Mansion on Wenxin Peak carrying four or five figures, leaving behind afterimages.

However, very soon, intense rays of light, like the nine-day eclipse, penetrated from the cave, surrounded the entire Wenxin Peak, and then slowly spilled out.

The speed seemed so slow, without any threat at all, but it just caught up with those figures silently.

Before they could even scream, the few people who escaped were all melted in the golden light.

In the very center of the light, Luo Lingxiu silently closed his eyes, his flesh and blood passed away like sand, turning into a hole of flying dust.

As those few people said, his soul will be scattered, and he will never have an afterlife.

It's just that the afterlife is meaningless to him.

"...Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip..."

sound?Why is there a sound?Luo Lingxiu opened his eyes, and saw a strange white world.

His body doesn't look like his own, and it shouldn't be his own. He knows that he is dead, but he doesn't know that the so-called soul is scattered, so there is another world.

Sure enough, the immortal way is vague and unfathomable. Even if one has obtained the golden elixir, he is just an ordinary person who cannot see the true face of the vast immortal way.

He failed to attack the Nascent Soul, the spiritual energy in his body was sucked away, all the spiritual roots were abolished by those people, and all the flesh and blood of the meridians were turned into powder by himself. It seems that it should not be easy for him to stay in this strange place.

Without the slightest curiosity, Luo Lingxiu calmly accepted the new world after his soul was gone, and began to observe the surrounding environment.

Only then did he realize that there was another person nearby, a man dressed in a strange way—a man who looked at him even more strangely.

Seeing that the person on the hospital bed woke up, Li Yan sneered impatiently, walked over and looked down at him condescendingly, and said disdainfully, "I've never seen a person as stupid as you."

He stretched out one hand and pinched Luo Lingxiu's chin reluctantly, looked at Luo Lingxiu's face over and over again, then let it go as if he had touched something dirty, and took it from the bedside table. He took out two napkins and wiped his hands carefully.

"Tsk tsk, it's a pity that such a beautiful face grows on your body, pig brain."

While talking, Li Yan took a few newspapers and magazines, threw them on Luo Lingxiu's face, patted him and said, "Here, keep your eyes open to see enough. I said Luo Lingxiu, Luo Lingxiu, You should cherish the only headline in your life."

Although the low-level artist on this hospital bed can't pose any threat to him at all, and there is no need for him, a popular superstar, to come here to mock others, but when he thinks about who this person ran up to on the red carpet that day and caused trouble, he can't help it. Yan was furious.

It's a pity that no one appreciates his excellent singing and writing. It's probably because the kid just woke up and was still a little numb, so he didn't respond to what he did.

Li Yan felt very sorry for not being able to see the shy and angry expression on Luo Lingxiu's handsome face.

But it's just a pity, he was very busy and didn't waste his time here with this little artist who can only make headlines once in his life.

He bent down and approached Luo Lingxiu, "I'm leaving, you can appreciate it slowly, if you can't read enough, ask the nurse to help you cut out the whole page and paste it on the wall to save effort."

At this moment, Luo Lingxiu on the hospital bed suddenly slowly raised a hand, as if wanting to touch him, and touched his neck.

Li Yan suddenly had goose bumps all over his body, but before he could swear, Luo Lingxiu's hand had already touched his neck feebly, and he fell back on the hospital bed, only looking at him without blinking.

"Why, you can't hold his thigh, and you still want to seduce me to make headlines again? Luo Lingxiu, give up, you trash, this chance in this life to appear on the same page as me is already in your previous life It's a blessing to be repaired."

He said with a look of contempt and hurried out.

As the door was closed with a "bang", the originally cold pages of the magazine thrown beside Luo Lingxiu's face had already been stained with warmth by him.

The man who was chattering in his ear was very similar to the senior brother who took the lead in murdering him in his previous life. At first glance, he looked like an enemy who had been revived.

At that moment just now, Luo Lingxiu didn't want to seduce him as Li Yan thought, but just wanted to strangle him to death.

It's a pity that the arm has no strength, and the movement of pinching the neck has turned into an ambiguous and weak touch.

As expected, his body was severely damaged, and the Falling Sun and Burning City Jue, as an unworldly secret technique of destroying heaven and earth, had the same tyrannical backlash against his body.

What's more, at that time, he had already been tortured by his seniors to become a cripple, and he didn't have any spiritual power to use. For that trick, Luo Lingxiu used the last drop of vitality in his body as the price.

Even so, the power of the Falling Sun and Burning City Jue used at that time was already far less than what he should have been.

This body is useless, but I don't know if there is a way to cultivate immortality here, and what method is used.

Luo Lingxiu closed his eyes, intending to check the current condition of his body first, but he was not at all interested in the strange words of the strange man just now.

After this investigation, Luo Lingxiu frowned slightly.

The body that was supposed to be like a dry well actually had a trace of aura left in it, although it was so weak that it was almost nonexistent, the meaning was indeed completely different.

Without hesitation, he mobilized that trace of spiritual power to travel the meridians all over his body, and was even more surprised to find that his meridians that should have been smashed into powder were safe and sound!

Luo Lingxiu sank his spiritual power into his lower dantian, and looked inside his dantian, nothing.

Although the meridians are intact, there is no golden elixir in the dantian.

Naturally, at that time, his original golden core had already begun to melt upward and gather into a phantom of the Nascent Soul, but it was a failure.

Naturally, Nascent Soul does not exist, and this can be felt without looking inside.

But Luo Lingxiu was surprised to find that the spiritual root that those people forcibly removed him was still intact!

Luo Lingxiu's aptitude is not too bad, but he is not a genius either. The aptitude of water and wood dual spiritual roots, but because of the relationship between the cultivation way, it is enough.

Now that the spirit root is intact, he can continue his immortal journey.

Ordinary people would have been extremely excited when they had such an adventure, but Luo Lingxiu was calm.

After confirming that his spiritual root was intact, he tried to absorb the spiritual energy swimming between the heaven and the earth, and immediately found that the spiritual energy here was so thin that it was almost nonexistent.

Only then did he have the time to tear away the stack of exercises and cheats that the man threw on his face. The text on it was large and small, and it was accompanied by pictures. The colors were extremely bright.

The characters on it were not in the fonts he was familiar with in his previous life, but the strange thing was that when he saw those characters, he immediately recognized and understood them in his mind, as if he knew them in the first place.

But compared to the recovery of the abolished spiritual root, these are just small sections. Now that I know it, Luo Lingxiu will read on.

The man had obviously read it before throwing it over, and the text and pictures on all newspapers and magazines were similar.

There are many people in the photo, but the protagonist is very prominent. On the red carpet, two men are standing, and one man is kneeling on the ground, crying and hugging one of the men's thighs.

One of the standing men, Luo Lingxiu, immediately recognized the man who had talked a lot in the room just now, and he was more familiar with the man who was kneeling and crying and hugging someone's thigh.

That face was clearly his own, no, it should be said that it was a man who looked very similar to him.

Luo Lingxiu knew that he would not have such a vivid expression on his face.

And the man whose thigh was hugged by "him" was very strange and had never been seen before.

Almost every newspaper and magazine has pictures with the same content and most angles, and the titles are surprisingly consistent.

"Ugly showing off and hugging thighs, third-tier artists kneel on the red carpet and beg for unspoken rules"