I am Goldfinger [Xiu Xian]

On the Jiucang Continent, on a certain unnamed island in the middle of the West Sea, there is a towering mountain that seems to connect the sky and the earth. The name of this mountain is Qingya.Qingya Mountain is one of the three famous mountains in the Jiucang Continent. It is covered with white mist all year round. It is rumored that there are mirages living on it, so countless cultivators can't find it, and they are even trapped in the mirage. It took decades to come out. .

But at this time, a strange scene appeared on this famous fairy mountain.

A blood-red cold moon hangs alone in the middle of the night in the sky, and the white mist that lingers on the top of Qingya Mountain becomes thinner and thinner, faintly revealing large areas of exotic flowers, plants, and rare animals on the mountain.

The moon is becoming more and more red, as if it has been splashed with blood, it is so red that it oozes.The gloomy moon is like a blood-red eye in the dark sky, looking coldly at the white-clothed figure on the top of Qingya Mountain, as if mocking his wishful thinking.

No matter how towering Qingya Mountain reached into the clouds, it was still a head shorter than the sky, and no matter how powerful that man was, he still failed to break through the world of mortals and was oppressed by the Dao.

If you want to fight against the heavens, you can only end up dead.

A coercion from the vastness and wildness swept from the red moon, and the air around the figure in white was squeezed into a steel plate. Even if he couldn't move freely, how could he deal with the next Nine Heavens Thunder?

Ji Mingyuan's face was dark, and his eyes were serious.

Today is the night of the eclipse of the moon, and the law of heaven is a hundred times better than usual.If he practiced kung fu, he would be able to get twice the result with half the effort, but he has ushered in his own time of crossing the catastrophe - therefore, his lightning catastrophe will also be a hundred times that of ordinary monks crossing the catastrophe.

Judging by this posture, he will not stop until he kills himself.

Come on then!

Ji Mingyuan's eyes were firm and persistent, burning with fierce fighting spirit.

He has been brought into the world of cultivating immortals by his master since he can remember. His spiritual roots are excellent, and he has mutated wind and thunder dual spiritual roots.The emergence of a mutated spiritual root in an ordinary disciple is already a good seed from heaven, but his appearance completely broke people's cognition and became the first mutated double spiritual root in the Nine Cang Continent!

He lived up to expectations. He established the foundation at the age of ten, formed the alchemy at the age of 20, conceived the baby at the age of [-], and became the Mahayana at the age of [-]. Now, he is only two months away from being a thousand years old.

He is the proud son of heaven in the Nine Cang Continent. For him, the journey of cultivation is a road that leads straight to the end.Ji Mingyuan never believed that he would die on the last step leading to the fairy gate.

no way!

Ji Mingyuan let out an angry roar, raised his head to the sky and screamed, his white clothes fluttered, his black hair was windless, and he slashed his sword towards the blood moon in the sky.

Blood Moon seemed to be irritated by him, the surrounding night rolled into huge eyes, and a golden thunderbolt as thick as a baby's arm fell from it, heading straight to the top of Ji Mingyuan's head.

Ji Mingyuan smiled arrogantly, and dodged sideways, and the nine-foot Tianmang sword in his hand came out horizontally, which was as good as Lei Dou that day.

The blood moon was relentless, and dozens of golden thunderbolts slashed down. Ji Mingyuan was also unyielding, his body was covered with a layer of bluish-purple flames. Although he could not drive away the golden thunderbolts, at least he could at least knock out the sky thunders. Physical damage is halved.

This violet flame is the product of his fusion of his mutated Wind Spirit Root and Thunder Spirit Root, and several silver-white electric arcs can be vaguely seen jumping and flickering inside.

Thunder came one after another, one thicker than the other, and smashed towards Ji Mingyuan with a destructive momentum.Looking from a distance, you can see the overwhelming golden color on the top of Qingya Mountain, but the blue-purple figure in white clothes is like a solitary boat in the sea, swaying, as if it will be overturned in the next second.

Another thunderstorm as thick as a water tank hit him, and the blue-purple flames on his body were so thin that they almost disappeared.Ji Mingyuan's white clothes were already in dilapidated condition, and the peerless demeanor of Master Mingyuan, the great power in the Nine Cang Cultivation Realm, was completely changed. His body was bloody and bloody, white bones mixed with internal organs spewed out from his mouth, and there was still a faint smell of burning. .

This situation is not far from the military solution.

Ji Mingyuan desperately suppressed the little zhenqi he had left, stuck to the Nascent Soul, and tried his best to keep his physical body intact.Because he knows that if the physical body is scattered, no matter how powerful the Nascent Soul is, it is impossible to escape the attack of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder.

An ant can still be so rampant under the law of heaven, the blood moon is angry, the sky tumbling again, all the thunder eyes merge together, and finally there is only one huge eye left in the sky, looking cruelly at Ji Mingyuan.

Ji Mingyuan's face was ashen, and he was in a trance for a while.

"The road of cultivating immortals has always been to compete with heaven and earth for longevity, and to fight for opportunities with heroes. Although it is said that there are three thousand ways, there is not necessarily one person in hundreds of millions who can become an immortal. If you win, you will live the same life as the sky , lose, the body dies and the path disappears. The outcome is the same, and there is no one else to blame."

In a trance, I went back to that day again.The elegant man in a green robe took his hand and stepped up the white jade steps step by step. After walking the three thousand steps of washing the heart, he abandoned the ordinary heart and walked towards the road of Taoism.

But time flies, Master's eyebrows and eyes have not been seen for hundreds of years.

Resent it?

Abandoning the seven emotions and six desires will result in no joy, and a thousand years will pass by, but a life of poverty.

hate it?

Concentrating on cultivating the Tao every day without slack in the slightest, he eventually became a hero of his generation, but he ended up dying.

boom--! ! !

Ji Mingyuan slowly closed his eyes, but finally couldn't find the answer, but his mind was blank.

The golden thunder and lightning came to the human world with the ultimate light that can burn people's eyes. As a result, Qingya Mountain, one of the three rumored fairy mountains in the Jiucang Continent, was cut off by a small half of the mountain, and the rocks rolled down, and the dust was flying. The white figure disappeared without a sound.

Three years later, a boat-shaped magical weapon that went out to sea to hunt accidentally passed by this unnamed island that had survived the catastrophe.

Among them, an old monk at the golden core stage with the highest cultivation level wanted to go up to check it out, but halfway, he was suppressed by the remaining fragments of the law of heaven and returned, fell on the boat, and spit out a mouthful of bright red heart blood .

"Master!" A young man in his 20s next to him was inexplicably horrified, and he stepped forward to help the old monk with a face like gold paper, and looked at the ancient fairy mountain with a look of fear in his eyes.

"Detour! Detour quickly! This must be the place where someone can overcome the catastrophe! The laws of heaven hidden in it are definitely not something we low-cultivation can resist!" The old man sternly ignored the blood in his heart shouted at the young man.

The boat sailed slowly away from the island. On the bow, the old man who vomited blood was still looking at the Qingya Fairy Mountain that was slowly disappearing on the horizon.

"Master, tell me, which mighty place to cross the catastrophe will be there?" The young man walked behind him and couldn't help asking curiously.

The old man said with a complex expression: "Who else can have this level of cultivation after counting the entire Nine Cang Continent?"

The young man thought for a while, and suddenly a person popped up in his mind, he couldn't help but gasp, unbelievable: "Could it be the real Mingyuan!?"

The old man nodded lightly, "There are rumors in the world of cultivating immortals that the higher the level of cultivation, the more severe the level of thunder calamity. I have seen the traces of thunder calamity on the mountain for several years, but Yu Wei is still so domineering and can have such power. In comparison, it should be the Master Mingyuan."

"Master, did you explain that Master Yuan survived the thunder disaster?"

"If it's an ordinary monk in the late stage of Mahayana, [-] out of [-] is not enough. But if it's Mingyuan Daoist... maybe there are three chances!"

"Three points?" The young man exclaimed, "So little?!"

The old man was angrily laughed at by him, "You eat jelly beans as an immortal, how many do you want? Throughout the ages, there are countless heroes in the late Mahayana period, but how many of them truly became immortals? Not to mention how many of them abandoned their bodies and cultivated The ghosts of the two lifetimes have cultivated."

The young man was sad, "Cultivating immortals is really cruel."

"That's the way it is. If you succeed, you will live the same life as the sky. If you lose, you will die. The outcome is the same, and you can't blame others."