In the bright Buddha hall.
One person stood silently with one hand behind him, his face as resolute as a carved stone statue.
In front of his eyes, the wood carving shattered, and a drop of blood was suspended, dripping and spinning.
This drop of red and dazzling blood, the blood is constantly spinning and jumping, containing vitality.
Buddha Gate Cloud: One flower and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi.
If you look closely, this blood is extremely extraordinary, a drop of blood, a universe, it seems to be as complex as a nebula, and it contains extremely powerful and powerful.
This is the Fuxi blood cultivated by the Demon Emperor Feng.
Swallowing this drop of blood, Chu Wangxian's body will be reborn and transformed into a half-human, half-snake pseudo-Fuxi.
"Whose blood is this?"
"Your father, Shakyamuni, is only two thousand five hundred years old, and this drop of blood is the blood of the primeval immortals 10,000 years ago.
If you swallow this blood, you can get the power of the ancient immortals, but if you have it, you must give it, you can think about it. ” In the dark, there was the voice of Dundun, which seemed to come from the distant sky.
The wind is so majestic and majestic that the echo vibrates and is irrefutable.
"You've figured it out!"
Chu Wangxian resolutely opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
A stream of heat poured into the body, like a drop of ink quickly staining the entire basin of water black.
His own blood fused with foreign blood, and the pain of corrosion spread throughout his body.
A knife cut through the bone marrow, and the pain of a thousand knives quickly hit the whole body.
"Those who abandon their wives and children, one day I will destroy the Buddha that you value the most."
Chu Wangxian roared, his eyes were extremely hideous, like a fierce beast.
He was cursing the Buddha.
This was the extreme pain of mutation, but after Chu Wangxian persevered for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes.
Whew!
Chu Wangxian let out a long breath and withdrew from his consciousness.
"This Rahula's hatred for his father Shakyamuni is really as deep as the abyss."
Chu Wangxian sighed faintly, Sakyamuni's family was really a tragedy.
The wife cheated on the Buddha with hatred and was locked up, and the son couldn't stay by his side and was exiled to the border, which caused a rebellious heart, and the whole wife was separated.
What these Buddhist disciples must not tell you is in front of you.
Even if you sit on the top of Mount Meru, it is really worth it to become a Buddha.
"I'm not alone!"
Chu Wangxian shook his head silently, he and Sakyamuni were also half a catty, and he was also a rebel, and Fuxi, Nuwa, and Dijun were also rebellious.
The first position is not easy to sit on, whether it is the Emperor of Heaven or the Buddha, you must pay a heavy price to sit on.
Don't look at the Taishang Laojun calling for wind and rain now, but he must also be exhausted, dealing with all kinds of open guns and hidden arrows, and if he is not careful, he will be overturned.
Chu Wangxian's heart is desolate!
Everyone longs for this position, but they are scared every day when they sit on it, which is really fate!
Chu Wangxian's consciousness returned to his eyes again.
The painful process of mutating after swallowing Fuxi's blood was an extremely long process, even decades of dormancy, and he had no interest in going through a near-death ordeal.
Moreover, Rahula's hatred for Shakyamuni was too strong, and strong feelings would corrode and even affect his judgment.
If he continued to stay in Rahula's dream, Chu Wangxian estimated that his hatred for Buddhism would be engraved into his bone marrow.
After weighing the pros and cons, Chu Wangxian chose to stop in time!
He entered Rahula's memory consciousness in order to obtain clues to become stronger, not to substitute into it, and was affected by Rahula's emotions, and he must not be powdered upside down.
Otherwise, wouldn't it be like picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons?
"But it's not for nothing!"
Chu Wangxian's face was delighted, he pointed a little at the lower waist of Rahuluo, and at the junction of the abdomen and the snake's tail, a drop of blood was taken out by Chu Wangxian.
"Luckily, Rahula hasn't completely devoured this drop of Fuxi's blood."
Spit!
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Chu Wangxian exhaled another breath of cold air, freezing Rahuluo's body.
After all, this is the son-in-law of the Buddha, and it is of great use.
It should be possible to make a deal with Shakyamuni, and there is a way that tiger poison does not eat children.
Chu Wangxian didn't believe that Shakyamuni was really empty, and his state of mind was empty, otherwise how could he anger his wife and exile his son.
Chu Wangxian was holding the blood of Fuxi in his hand, his face was calm, and he was scheming.
His Nine Broken Golden Pill is the best Golden Pill among the lost best, if you want to become an immortal, the difficulty and energy required are not nine times, but nine hundred and eighty-one times.
This Fuxi blood is naturally of great use.
The good thing is that this drop of blood contains majestic energy, which can help him become an immortal, but the disadvantage is that he is likely to end up with the same fate as Rahulla, his body is mutated, half human and half snake, and even his consciousness can be erased and become a mistake.
Good medicine is bitter, poison is sweet.
How to choose, choose in him.
Whether it is strength or reason.
"Wow!"
Chu Wangxian smiled lightly and stretched out his left hand, spitting out his mouth.
There was also a blood that fell on his left hand, this was the essence blood of Taishang Laojun, which he obtained from Jiuzhi Mountain in the Nether Realm this time.
I haven't refined this drop of essence blood before, because I have the same concerns.
Taishang Laojun is too strong, forcibly swallowing his essence and blood, once he confronts Taishang Laojun one day, it is like tying a bomb to his body.
Chu Wangxian didn't want to resonate with Taishang Laojun's body, and even left a flaw for Taishang Laojun.
With such shrewdness, how could he have made such a mistake.
"Two drops of essence blood are just right, use you to grind away the dangerous parts of each other, and then devour them."
Chu Wang's immortal heart is like a mirror.
He understands the truth that the snipe and the clam compete for the profit of the fisherman. …… Beyond the Yan Fu Tree.
Li Xuanjing silently closed his eyes and waited, when suddenly a mobile phone rang, waking him up.
On the screen of the live broadcast, Chu Wangxian stood like a mountain, showing the image of an immortal, which made people fascinated.
Is it done?
Li Xuanjing thought in his heart, staring at the screen, he remembered that Chu Wangxian had said that he was going to broadcast the cultivation of immortals live, and Chu Wangxian had already started the live broadcast.
After a while!
In the world, countless aspiring immortal cultivators are holding their mobile phones, looking at the people who are called immortals on the screen, they are watching with bated breath, pricking up their ears and not wanting to let go of a word.
Like the most fanatical fan, revealing crazy eyes.
Because in this live broadcast, Chu Wangxian told everyone that he would broadcast the process of becoming an immortal live.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what is an immortal?"
On the screen, Chu Wangxian carried it with one hand, stood still and opened his mouth to throw questions.
The barrage in the live broadcast room was flying.
The otherworldly monks of Kunlun Immortal Gate, Tianyan Immortal Gate, Pure Yang Sword Immortal Gate, and Qionghua Immortal Gate watched this live broadcast together with people from all over the world who were even just mortals.
No one could have guessed the impact this live broadcast would have on the world.
Because it is the first time in history that the process of becoming an immortal has been analyzed in front of everyone.
In front of the screen, Chu Wangxian's image deepened and became unfathomable.
"Some people say that immortality is for immortals, some people say that transcendent dust is immortals, some people say that they are immortals only when they practice refining qi and cultivating Jindan, and some people are immortals after surviving thunder tribulations......"
Chu Wangxian paused, and finally said the answer: "Mortals become immortals, just like breaking a cocoon and turning into a butterfly, mortals are like silkworms, immortals are like butterflies, and the process of becoming immortals is a cocoon."
"The so-called thunderstorm is only the final appearance, the final result.
What is the process, you cut open the cocoon, you can neither see the silkworm nor the butterfly, only see a lump of liquid, this is the process of mortals becoming immortals.
The skin hasn't changed, but the inside has changed. ”