"It's done! Going further, I, Tan Yi, can become a legendary monk!"

"What kind of fame, fortune, a hundred years later, just a piece of loess can be seen in my eyes?"

"I will live forever! I want to become an immortal!"

...

In the quiet room, the fragrance sways, like smoke and fog, filled with a vague and pure atmosphere.

But there was a faint sound from it, and I laughed in depression, and I was extremely crazy.

On the purple grass futon, Tan Yi, wearing a Confucian scarf, sat cross-legged on it, breathing wholeheartedly.

His expression was frenzied and distorted, and there was no trace of the elegance and indifference of a Confucian scholar.

Every time he breathed deeply, he looked enjoyable, as if he was experiencing some kind of magical transformation, floating in ecstasy, and about to ascend to this world.

But Tan Yi did not notice a wisp of white aura floating out of his forehead, and his face gradually became thinner and lost its blood color.

There was a scroll of fairy-like ethereal picture in front of him.

The river was rolling, and a hermit wearing a hat was fishing on the shore, and his back was not seen.

There are green mountains around, clouds and mist, and the world is vast, but this is the only one person, which makes him more and more transcendent and not in the mortal world.

There are six handsome inscriptions on the side, "Look at this picture and you will be able to live forever!"

Widths of white air floated over like a return bird entering the forest.

But I saw the Linjiang immortal on the scroll suddenly turn his head, but he had a cold face, which seemed to be smiling, but his eyes were so cold that there was no human emotion.

When he saw the angrily angrily coming, his pupils immediately showed a green light, drooling. He first sucked it and tasted it in a small mouthful, but finally turned into a big mouthful and swallowed it voraciously.

“Hahaha…”

Tan Yi moaned unconsciously in his throat, his body kept twitching like a dead fish hanging on a bamboo pole, his face pale, his flesh and blood shriveled at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his face was full of enjoyment.

Another half-day breathing.

Tan Yi slowly stopped his exercise, feeling refreshed and his body became much lighter. Although he was weak all over, this should be known to fasting. Now he is still a physical body. When he ascended to become an immortal in the future, he will be able to get rid of this useless human body limitation.

The already thin clothes were pressed against him, clearly highlighting his ribs and his face was as thin as a skeleton, but Tan Yi was proud and realized that his skills had improved greatly, leaving the immortality.

It's night!

He lay on his head with his hands and lie on his side on the bed in a stinging dragon.

In order to become an immortal, he practiced hard day and night, and he was really not wasted.

In a daze, I suddenly heard a cry like a villain ringing in my ears, as if a fly was crying.

"Second brother, third brother, we will be dead soon!"

"Two brothers, I can't bear to part with you!"

"The underworld has been struggling for three hundred years and finally reincarnated as a human being. I didn't expect that Tan Yi is so ignorant of life and death that our brothers also accompany him to die here!"

...

I don't know how to live or die?

In his sleep, Tan Yi suddenly woke up. When he opened his eyes, he found that the sound had long disappeared.

After he was shocked and confused, he quickly closed his eyes again and held his breath.

When my consciousness was drowsy, I heard the voice of the villain again.

This is not false!

Listening to the sound of the underworld, am I really about to become a perfect immortal?

Endless joy arose in Tan Yi's heart, but when he heard carefully what the villain said, his heart tightly grabbed.

"Brother, Tan Yi is really stupid! He is determined to seek immortality, but he has been cursed by the Eternal Life Map!"

"Yes! The three of us are transformed by his spirit. Look at us now. The original owner is almost sucked away by that trick!"

"I'm sorry for the three of us, I'll take on such an original owner!"

...

When Tan Yi was shocked and suspicious, he suddenly felt a rustling sound in his ears, as if something had crawled out.

He slowly opened his eyes and peeked, and quickly covered his mouth before he could not exclaim.

But in front of me were three little people, wearing red, green and purple clothes, but they looked exactly the same as him, each of them as thin as firewood, like skeletons, dying.

The three villains looked at each other, and the blue and purple villains immediately started to pound the ground and cried.

"Dead! We're going to die."

"The god-killing Tan Yi!"

...

The blue and purple villain cried very hard, bleeding from the corners of his eyes, sad when he heard it, and crying when he saw it.

But I heard the red villain shouting angrily, "Don't cry! We still have a glimmer of hope.

I heard that there is a strange man in the west city of Luojing. He lives in Wuyouju, which is the best way to solve people's problems and protect people's safety and safety.

If the original owner can find him, we still have a chance to survive!"

"Impossible! Tan Yi became a demon by cultivating immortals, but he didn't know that he was already a dead bone in the tomb. If he could not cultivate immortals, he would be about to become a ghost!"

"Eternal life is a curse! We are finished!"

Qing and Zi were completely disappointed, and they were crying and shouting again.

"Ah!" Tan Yi woke up from his dream late at night, covered in cold sweat.

Infinite fear arose from his heart, he hurriedly got out of bed and came to the desk.

As if he noticed Tan Yi's approaching, Lin Jiangxian on the map of the immortality turned his back to the corner of his mouth.

Someone is angry and can eat it!

Unexpectedly, Tan Yi didn't dare to look at him, his eyes evading from a demon.

He took out a bronze mirror tremblingly and put it in front of him. He screamed in shock, and then burst into tears.

A face as thin as a skeleton appeared before my eyes.

Once upon a time, Tan Yi passed the imperial examination and passed the scholarship, how energetic?

Now, he has become like this person who is not human or ghost!

Qi and blood are defeated and are in danger.

For a moment, his eyes looked at the map of Changsheng, and he had already looked frightened.

"Eternal life is a curse, eternal life is a curse..."

The fantasy of the immortal immortal was completely shattered, and Tan Yi shouted in great horror, and suddenly he woke up.

"I still have a rescue! I want to find the master of Wuyouju."

After saying that, he ran out in horror before dawn, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Wuyouju, who can tell me where Wuyouju is?"

Early the next morning, the neighbors around him got up and saw a skeleton-shaped scholar asking everyone, "Where is Wuyouju", which scared people.

It was only after I could hardly see from my clothes that this was Tan Yi Xiucai who stayed at home all day long to seek the way of practicing immortality, but he didn't know when he turned into this look of being neither human nor ghost. For a moment, everyone said that he was crazy.

But Tan Yi was determined to find Wuyouju in the little man's mouth, and went far without looking back.

The cigarettes in the house gradually dissipated.

The human body's yang energy was not absorbed, but was left aside by Tan Yi, who regarded as bait. The inhuman expression of Linjiangxian in the painting became very shocked.

Just when his face was twisted and fierce as a ghost, his expression froze the next moment, leaving only fear.

But I saw that at some point the red, green and purple little man stood in front of it, with his mouth wide open, and there was no trace of crying and sadness.

The oil paint on the faces was vivid, and the shadow puppets had green eyes, all of which were full of greed.

...

"Beauty, I miss you so much!"

"Let me hug you!"

"Come on, I'll love you!"

...

At night, a thin young man lay on the bed and fell asleep, but was not stable.

He had a sinister and obscene smile on his face, and his body in the quilt kept shaking.

A touch of pink breath spewed out from his mouth and nose, as if he was attracted by endlessly, floated to a volume under his pillow.

On the cover, a young woman was wearing thin red gauze, touching her chest with one hand and the hips with the other, raised up high, and she saw her graceful figure, which was extremely erotic. There were three words on it, "Golden scales!"

As the pink breath inhaled, the woman on the cover fluctuated her eyes, as if she had come alive, and she kept laughing, and a faint sound came out.
To be continued...