Rely on face to eat [Quick Transmigration]

5-02

There are seven stages of practice in this world, which are Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, Huashen, Mahayana, and ascension.

Practicing qi is to introduce qi into the body. Not everyone in this world can cultivate immortals, they must have the root of wisdom, and introducing qi into the body is the threshold for selecting practitioners.

But only being able to draw qi into the body is not considered a practitioner. When a practitioner can form alchemy, that is, enter the golden elixir stage, he is considered a real practitioner. After the golden elixir stage, there is an essential difference between a practitioner and an ordinary person. It can maintain an immortal appearance. If you devote yourself to practice and don't fall into your original heart, it is not difficult to live for 800 years.

When a practitioner breaks through the peak of the Mahayana realm and survives the nine-fold Haotian thunder calamity, there is hope to advance to the Ascension Realm.A person who ascends to the realm can be called a half-immortal.

The so-called half-immortal is not an immortal after all.

If a half-immortal wants to become a fairy, he must refine it into a divine body, but no one knows how to refine it into a divine body.

Because for thousands of years, no one in this world has attained Taoism and immortality.

Practicing one way is a great test of the practitioner's endurance, perseverance, and purity of heart. If the heart of the Tao is dusty, it is naturally impossible to pursue the Tao. Now the method of cultivating immortals is cut off. It is rumored that this continent has been abandoned by the Tao. If you stagnate, you will inevitably be frustrated and discouraged, forget your original intentions, and eventually become a demon.

In today's world, the demon world and the practice world go hand in hand, but the practice world is at a disadvantage.

***

Shen Mian squatted by the edge of the stream, watching a fish swim by in the pool, secretly swallowed.

Originally, a cultivator would not be hungry, but now that his Yuandan is broken, his practice is completely ruined, and he is seriously injured, he is naturally not a cultivator, but just an ordinary human being.

Although he was hungry, he couldn't go into the water to catch fish.Shen Mian dragged her sick body all the way here from Yuanwu Mountain where the Haoxuan Immortal Sect was located, and she had already exhausted her strength, and if she dared to move, the wound would probably open.

The system unexpectedly asked involuntarily: [Do you want to start the live broadcast? 】

Shen Mian chuckled, and said sarcastically, "Okay, let's start the live broadcast, let the audience see what kind of downcast their little cute anchor is now, just to help me attract a wave of fans."

Apparently, the system doesn't understand human humor, let alone any irony. After a short pause, it selects "Confirm".

Three seconds later, a close-up of Shen Mian's face covered in mud and blood appeared on the live broadcast screen.

——? ? ?

——Entered the wrong live broadcast room?

——The anchor has changed?

——This is not my baby QAQ

——When did you adopt Shamat’s style?

——Is this blood serious? ?

——Is that ragged little beggar squatting by the stream my sweetheart? ... loved

Shen Mian: "..."

This cruel and unreasonable world.

"As you can see, the anchor has turned into a beggar, really don't think about taking care of him~" Shen Mian scooped up a handful of clean water to wash his face, the stream mixed with mud and sand, and blood slid down his cheeks, making his whole body in a mess.

He didn't care, he still cleaned the dirt on his face, his sleeves were half rolled up, his jade lotus-like wrists were as white as snow, he narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, he was lazy and bewitching, so that people couldn't bear to move open your eyes.

The painting style of the live broadcast room finally returned to normal:

——Beep! !welcome back~~~~

——Baby misses you to death! ! =33333=

——One day without seeing each other is like three autumns~

——55555 likes Mian'er in ancient costumes the most, she's super immortal~

——This world has only just begun, right? Why did you get seriously injured? My heart aches qwq

——I have to say, my treasure looks great in beggar clothes~

——Crazy Kiss Kiss Kiss~~~

Shen Mian smiled and said, "You said just now that you didn't know me."

--Who said that? ?

——Which scoundrel, I'll beat him up for you!

——As a qualified viewer, the anchor will recognize it even if it turns into ashes!

"..."

Shen Mian finally gave up struggling, after all, he only has one mouth, and he can't speak to millions of people.

Shen Mian stood up, but suddenly felt dizzy, her head was dizzy, as if she was about to pass out.He had shed a lot of blood before, and although he had survived until now with strong willpower, he couldn't hold on after all.

He swayed slightly and fell into the stream.

This creek is not deep, it can even be said to be very shallow, but the water flow is a bit fast, Shenmian flows down along the stream, and at the end of the stream is a waterfall formed by the convergence of many streams.

His white clothes were originally soaked in blood, but now he was washed by the current, and the stream was full of terrifying blood.The previous wound also started to open.

Shen Mian let out a "hiss" in pain, at this moment he really couldn't think of any props to save himself.

If he thought about it carefully, he would have figured it out, but his head was so dazed that he couldn't think of anything. He just instinctively hoped that others would help him.

If he is the Son of Destiny, he will encounter great opportunities at this time, such as worshiping a powerful master, or getting a god-defying artifact, no matter how bad it is, it would be a blessing to be rescued by a beauty.

But he is a cannon fodder, so naturally he will not have such luck.

But he shouldn't die, because the plot still needs him.

Shen Mian suddenly realized that maybe he shouldn't have changed his fate against the sky and escaped from the hands of the demons.There is an elite post on the forum that mentioned that the so-called high-level plane, the luck value of the child of destiny will be as high as the SSS level, and the plot also has a strong self-healing ability. end.

The waterfall was right in front of him, but the distance was only two or three meters away. Now his foundation had been crippled, and he was no different from an ordinary person. If he fell from a waterfall tens of meters high, his body would be smashed to pieces.

At this moment, more than a dozen purple crows flew across the sky, leaned over and rushed, picked up Shen Mian from the stream, and then rushed into the sky.

Shen Mian originally thought that this little life was about to be explained here, but she didn't want to have a turning point.

Before he had time to be happy, he discovered that these purple crows didn't intend to save him, but wanted his blood. Several sharp beaks poked at his wound, completely tearing away his sword wound washed away by the stream. Cracked, blood gushed out from the wound, and the pain was so painful that she fell into a deep sleep and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Okay... just treat it as a reward for saving lives..."

In fact, he didn't dare to act rashly, if he fell from a high altitude, he might not escape death.

Unexpectedly, those purple crows stopped making trouble after eating his blood, and their purple-black feathers faintly gleamed with red blood, as if they had completed some kind of ritual.

Shen Mian stretched out her hand to stroke the feathers of a purple crow, the little thing was willing to let him touch it obediently, completely without the previous ferocity.

Shen Mian was silent, pointed to a forest in the distance, and said, "Go there."

The purple crows let out a "beep--" and sent him to the forest in a blink of an eye at an extremely fast speed. They still hovered in the sky above and did not leave.

Shen Mian couldn't help being surprised, could these purple crows recognize their master?Or is there something special about his blood?

Picking up a piece of dry firewood from the ground, he waved it at the purple crows. Those little things seemed to be psychic, and they went around to collect firewood for him, and found a pile in a blink of an eye.

Shen Mian set up a bonfire to dry his coat for the time being.Just very hungry.

He looked up at the birds with sincere eyes, wondering if they would let him eat them.Perhaps his gaze was too hot and eager, the purple crows flapped their wings and disappeared in an instant.

"..."

Probably not, Shen Mian thought.

He lowered his head to check the wound, the bleeding had stopped, and he thought that it was not easy to survive today.

He only thought that he survived and got a dozen servants of spirit birds, he couldn't help but he didn't know that these purple crows were not his servants, their masters were other people.

The next day, the purple crows came to see him and dropped many fruits.

Shen Mian gnawed on the wild fruit, looked at the birds in the sky, and still felt that the meat was delicious, so the purple crows flew away again.

On the third day, Shen Mian recovered from his injuries, and he began to think about the missions of this world. To do missions, he must first survive. If he wants to survive, he must have the ability to protect himself.

Yuan Dan is completely destroyed, so it is impossible to carry out normal cultivation, but if it is cultivating demons, it seems that there are no such obstacles.

And the memory of the original owner happened to record the magic skill.

Shen Jingyu had been in the Demon Realm for decades. Although he is useless, he loves beauty very much. This coincides with Shen Mian. To maintain his appearance, he must practice.At that time, his Yuan Dan was destroyed and he had no way to practice, so he practiced magic skills for more than ten years.

"Cultivating magic? It's pretty cool to think about it."

So he began to practice.

Shen Mian's mental strength is far superior to that of ordinary people, and she has a very high level of comprehension. It only took three days to enter the door.But getting started is equivalent to the stage of introducing qi into the body, which only shows that he can cultivate demons, but does not increase his strength.

Cultivation of demons is different from cultivation. Cultivation is to return the aura of heaven and earth to Yuan Dan, that is to store the aura of heaven and earth in the body, and then integrate it and use it.And cultivating demons, not cultivating Yuan Dan, only forging the body to the most powerful state. The highest state of cultivating demons is to live the same life as the sun and the moon, and nothing in the world can destroy its body.

A breeze blew by, and the bonfire swayed slightly.The young man beside the fire was meditating with his eyes closed. The firelight reflected on his cheeks, which were as white as jade and extremely beautiful.

A flock of purple crows flew by, not dozens of them, but tens of thousands of them, followed by a palpitating cold, as if a warm spring had turned into a cold winter in an instant, making one's teeth chatter.

Shen Mian had just entered the territory, so she didn't notice it for a while.

When he began to feel the cold, his body was almost frozen. He raised his eyes and saw a group of purple crows covering the sky, and he also saw a boy. The rune of the clothes is a cluster of embroidered gold patterns on the other side.

Although he was just a young boy, there was no doubt that he was a very majestic boy with a delicately carved face, but he couldn't see any trace of innocence and innocence that belonged to children.

He looked at Shen Mian as if he was looking at a dead object.

Shen Mian asked, "Who are you?"

The boy's majestic and stern face didn't make any waves, and he said lightly: "You are still useful to this deity."

Shen Mian was stunned, he actually understood the boy's words - you are rude to me, I should have killed you, but you are useful to me, so I will spare your life for the time being.

Shen Mian seriously considered the strength of the enemy and the enemy, and finally decided to endure this tone.He said: "I don't know what use I am to Your Excellency?"

The boy looked at him and frowned slightly: "I want your blood."

Judging from his demeanor, the blood that seems to be sleeping is something that makes him very disgusted and unwilling.

Shen Mian also felt disgusted and reluctant.If blood is given to someone else, can he still live?Even if he is the Heavenly King Lao Tzu, it is not as important as his own life.

Shen Mian was silent for a moment, and said, "I don't think I can help you with this."

"The deity is not asking for your opinion."

As soon as the boy waved his hand, there was a sudden gust of cold wind, and the whole forest began to freeze. Shen Mian's whole body was almost frozen. Slumped to the ground.

Before he had time to escape, his wrist was grabbed by a tender little hand.

This child is really not like a child, whether it is his demeanor or his terrifying strength, Shen Mian has no power to resist.

"What do you want to do?"

"Take blood."

Suddenly the fingertips hurt, as if they were cut by something, Shen Mian looked up, but saw the boy sucking his index finger with a straight face, unwillingly.

"..."

"..."

The author has something to say: Some of the practice settings are privately set by the author, so there is no need to be more serious~吃嘿=3=