Yan country, Dayun Mansion, Yunmeng Mountain.

At noon, a heat wave swept through the mountains and forests, making a rustling sound by blowing the grass and trees.

Jiang Ming opened his eyes in a trance, only to feel a sharp pain all over his body.

He turned his head with difficulty, and found himself lying in a rubble, covered in coarse cloth and covered in blood.

"What happened?"

I was singing with the air conditioner, brushing the young lady with a big face, why did my mind become like this in a flash?

Suddenly, fragmentary memories flooded into my mind.

A young man also named Jiang Ming, who had just turned sixteen years old, his parents died early, his health was weak, and he made a living by going up the mountain to collect medicine......

Today on a cliff, this Jiang Ming found a rare herb, so he wanted to take the risk of picking it, but he never thought that his feet would slip, and he fell directly from a cliff more than ten meters high, his bones were broken, and his life was whimpered.

"!"

As a noble starting point reading saint, Jiang Ming instantly figured out the situation.

No more pretending, showdown, I crossed the ......

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths, calmed down, glanced at the palm of his left hand, and sure enough, he was holding a red strange grass.

Browsing through the memories of his predecessor, he learned that this is a strange world where great power is attributed to individuals, everything is inferior, only martial arts are high, and the Yan country where he is located was created by an invincible martial arts master.

It is even said that there are immortals in the world, flying into the sky!

It is suspected that he has traveled to the world of cultivating immortals......

But what does that have to do with him.

At this time, Jiang Ming was just an unlucky guy who was seriously injured and would be quacked off at any time.

"Don't you have a system to save me?"

"Simulators?"

"Navy plus dotted ......"

There was no response.

Jiang Ming was a little panicked, how to play with a serious injury at the beginning?

Suddenly.

He seemed to see inside himself.

In my mind, a speck of light floats and sinks, as if it lasts forever.

At this moment, the point of light exploded like a supernova, suddenly blooming with endless light.

The light was enveloped in infinite power, permeating every muscle and blood in his body.

All of Jiang Ming's wounds were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and all the broken bones were connected and healed in an instant.

When Jiang Ming came back to his senses, the point of light had already converged to light, like a star that would never fall, lying in Jiang Ming's mind.

At the same time, there was also a ray of information entering Jiang Ming's consciousness.

The inextinguishable source light can ensure the immortality of the host.

"Is this my golden finger?"

Jiang Ming muttered, through this wisp of information, he had already learned that this inextinguishable source light had merged with his consciousness.

Even if the body is destroyed and the soul is scattered, it can be reborn and immortal.

He tried to stand up, but he didn't feel any discomfort, and it seemed that his life was temporarily saved.

However, Jiang Ming did not get carried away: "Immortality or something, I have seen too many in the movie, all kinds of immortal unlucky people who are tied up, caged, sliced, and blood-drawn, as well as ...... who are used as sustainable rations"

He couldn't help but shudder, this golden finger is no different from Tang Seng meat, and it must not be too high-profile.

The pig's foot route of fighting bravely and being famous all over the world must not be taken.

Of course, other than that, this cheat is pretty good.

Immortality is not an invincible path, but it means infinite possibilities.

Whether it is a past life or a present life, a scientific and technological civilization or a civilization of cultivating immortals, the lifespan limit is an eternal problem that affects personal development and even the progress of civilization.

Due to the limited lifespan of scientists in the previous life, it was enough to spend decades just learning the knowledge of their predecessors, and when they finally had the resources and strength to hit a higher scientific peak, they were already in their last years and could only regret their exit.

The same is true for cultivating immortals, let you be proud of the world, peerless, and in the end it will be a piece of loess.

Who can see immortality, and which one can become an immortal?

The limited lifespan is like a black barrier that is beyond sight, locking everyone in a small well, desperately trying to jump out, but never being able to do so.

And now Jiang Ming is like a frog jumping out of a deep well, although he is very weak, but he has infinite possibilities, as long as he lives steadily, for a hundred years, a thousand years, or even tens of thousands of years, one day he will stand at the highest place in the world, sitting and watching the endless scenery.

"The premise of all this is not to be discovered by the big guy and kidnap the slices ......," Jiang Ming said to himself.

"You must hold on, you have everything in the end, what martial arts masters, mortal immortals, when you die, I can't dig the grave and hunt for treasures......"

Just when Jiang Ming let go of himself and was thinking wildly, there was a sudden sound of squirming footsteps not far away.

A middle-aged man with a medicine basket on his back and patches on his clothes appeared in front of him.

"Amin?"

The visitor was a little surprised.

Jiang Ming looked up, this person had yellow muscles and thin muscles, deep eye sockets, and a lack of qi and blood, staring at him with wandering eyes, and a firewood knife in his hand was a little dazzling.

Jiang Ming recognized him, and he was also a medicine picker under the mountain, and he only knew that he was called Huang Lao Ghost, but he didn't have much intersection on weekdays.

Each herb picker has his own route, and some rare herbs grow in secret secrets, and it is not a happy event to meet other herb pickers in the mountains......

Jiang Ming looked at him and didn't speak.

"Got injured while collecting medicine? Is it serious? ”

Old Ghost Huang said with concern, his gaze fell on Jiang Ming's hand, and a trace of fire flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Ming's heart sank, uncle, he was too excited and negligent just now.

"No, it's not serious, just rest for a while." He hurriedly replied.

Old Ghost Huang smiled hoarsely and said: "It's okay, Ah Ming, you are so lucky, you actually found a Huoyun grass, which can be sold for thirty taels of silver, enough to eat and wear for several years." ”

"I'll hurry into the mountains and see if I can try my luck." He waved his hand and continued walking.

Jiang Ming let out a sigh of relief and seemed to let down his guard.

However, at the moment when the two were about to misconnect, Old Ghost Huang's eyes suddenly revealed a fierce light.

"Little bunny, die!"

The firewood knife in his hand was raised, and it stabbed Jiang Ming in the chest.

"Fuck your uncle!" Jiang Ming's eyelids jumped.

He had expected that this guy was not well-intentioned, but he didn't expect that the other party would want to kill him directly.

The local gangs are so rude!

Without thinking, Jiang Ming took out the medicine shovel from his waist and slashed it towards Huang Laogui's neck.

The medicine shovel has been sharpened by mountains and rocks all year round, and it is sharper than ordinary blades, as long as it scratches the flesh, it will be splashed with blood.

However, Huang Lao Ghost's eyes showed disdain, the kid was still too tender, and his reaction was slow.

Puff~

The firewood knife stabbed into Jiang Ming's heart, pierced through his back, and brought up a string of blood flowers.

"Hahaha, with this Fire Cloud Grass, I will ......" Old Ghost Huang laughed with joy, and stretched out his hand to take it towards the Fire Cloud Grass.

In his opinion, Jiang Ming, who was stabbed through the heart, no longer had any power to resist.

However, in the moment when he let down his guard.

A little cold light, but it suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

Fast and ruthless!

Laugh at~

The medicine shovel slashed through the flesh, as if a knife cut through the paper, and on the neck of the old ghost Huang, a line of blood quietly emerged, and then the blood gushed out like a wave.

"You, how, cough ......" He stared at Jiang Ming in disbelief, but his throat was blocked by blood, and he couldn't say anything.

In front of him, Jiang Ming was stuck in a firewood knife, bleeding non-stop, grinning in pain, but still standing steadily.

"Since ancient times, no one has died, so why seize the day?"

Jiang Ming looked at Old Ghost Huang and spat at blood fiercely.

Under the frightened gaze of Old Ghost Huang, Jiang Ming took out a cool breath, slowly pulled out a firewood knife from his chest, aimed it at his neck, and slashed it again.

Burst~

Blood flowers were surging, and the old ghost Huang was completely dead.