"It turns out that I can't cultivate immortals!"

After being reborn, Xu Ping lay on the bed for a few days before finally accepting this fact that he regretted it incomparably, the reborn body has no spiritual root, and without the spiritual root, it is impossible to cultivate immortals, which no one can change.

Xu Ping is unwilling! Reborn in a lifetime, even if it is a waste of spiritual roots, there will be a chance to turn over one day.

But God just won't give him this chance to turn over.

In fact, Xu Ping's parents are both immortal cultivators with spiritual roots, although the spiritual roots of the two people are not the best in the Xu family's immortal cultivation family, but they have both cultivated to the late stage of qi cultivation, and they are still elders in the family.

Xu Ping's brothers and sisters are also good, all of them are immortal cultivators with spiritual roots, five spiritual roots, four spiritual roots, three spiritual roots, and a third sister with two spiritual roots, who were sent to the Qingling Sect at a very young age and worshiped under a Jindan elder.

As the sixth child, he was the only one, and after being found to have no spiritual roots at the age of five, he was ruthlessly sent by his parents to a mortal village, where he was self-reliant, well-fed, and lived a hard rural life.

Ten years had passed, and only in the first year after he had been sent to the mortal village had his mother, who was an elder, visited him once, and had completely forgotten about him as a person.

After all, the immortal road is separated, and the life span of mortals is only a short hundred years, or even less than a hundred years, and they are already old and decrepit in forty or fifty years, and they may die at any time. And the immortal cultivator, even if he has the lowest inferior spiritual root, has an aura in his body, and his lifespan is about one hundred and twenty to one hundred and fifty years, and the forty or fifty-year-old immortal cultivator is still a teenager, and the road of life has just begun, and there are still hundreds of years to squander.

When Xu Ping's parents were seventy or eighty years old, they saw that they could not cultivate to the foundation building period in this life, so they had to accept the family's arrangement and began to have children and cultivate the next generation of immortal cultivators.

gave birth to five children with spiritual roots in a row, and it was not until Xu Ping was born that he stopped thinking of continuing to give birth.

From Xu Ping's eldest brother of the three spiritual roots and the eldest sister of the four spiritual roots, to the third sister of the second spiritual root, and then to the fourth sister of the fourth spiritual root and the fifth brother of the fifth spiritual root, and finally Xu Ping who has no spiritual root, it seems that one generation is not as good as the next, which makes Xu Ping's parents a little doubtful, if they give birth to a few more, will they all be like Xu Ping in the end, all of them are mortals, and there is no life to cultivate immortals.

Therefore, after sending Xu Ping to the mortal village, Xu Ping's parents no longer had children, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to family affairs and contributed to the Xu family.

And Xu Ping was ruthlessly abandoned in a mortal village, ten years have passed, and no one has come to see him again, I am afraid that his parents have long forgotten him, a child who lives in a mortal village, and they don't even know whether Xu Ping is dead or alive in the end.

Of course, Xu Ping was still alive and well, and the family who adopted him began to treat him as a treasure, and raised him until he was eight or nine years old, and finally saw that Xu Ping's parents no longer visited him, and only when Xu Ping was nine years old, did he kick him out of the house.

Poor children are in charge of the family early, in the countryside, the nine-year-old child can already take care of himself, plus there are some kind villagers who usually take care of him, Xu Ping is like a stubborn sprout, until he is fifteen or sixteen years old, like most villagers, he has learned to cultivate wasteland, fish and hunt, and can support himself.

After a few years, someone introduced a beautiful daughter-in-law, gave birth to a few healthy children, and the family was happy, and this life passed simply.

If Xu Ping hadn't been reborn, everything would have been as everyone imagined, marrying a wife and having children, and living this ordinary life.

But Xu Ping is unwilling, if he is not reborn into this world of cultivating immortals, it is estimated that he will eventually admit it, whether he becomes a rich master in the future, or studies to gain fame and fame, and becomes a famous official in history, it will not be in vain for him to relive his life.

After all, he was reborn into the world of immortals, if he was not allowed to embark on the path of cultivating immortals, how could he swallow this breath.

Why can other reborn people be reborn into the world of immortal cultivation after calling for wind and rain, even if they are counterattacking with waste wood, they can finally embark on the glorious path of cultivating immortals, but he can only be like a mortal, silently walking through this life of less than a hundred years?

"Oh my God! Are you going to play with me? ”

Xu Ping rushed out of the shelter where he was sheltered and roared a few times at the clear sky, expressing his injustice to the heavens.

After he roared, the sky seemed to change its face, and it was instantly gloomy, and dark clouds drifted by, followed by a fierce wind, and there were bursts of thunder in the distance.

"Is it going to rain?" Xu Ping didn't expect the weather to change so quickly, it was clear that it was cloudless just now, why did he suddenly change his face, and this roaring thunder, wouldn't it be that he scolded the sky twice, and the heavens wanted to punish him after he was angry, right?

At this time, countless villagers rushed out of their homes, shouting and reveling on the side of the streets and in the fields, hoping that the nectar would come as soon as possible.

Since the beginning of this spring, it has been a drought until now, there has not been a drop of rain in the sky, although there is a small river in the west of the village, the river water is barely enough for people to drink, but the seedlings in the sky and earth are about to wither, if it does not rain again, there may be no harvest this year, and finally I don't know how many families will go hungry because of this, and have to go on the road of displacement.

Xu Ping stood by his shack, enjoying the cool breeze, although like everyone else, he desperately hoped that the heavy rain would come as soon as possible, but what he was thinking about was that God was going to punish him, come on! Thunder! Come punish me!

I'm going back! Back to my original world!

Even if I want to live again, please don't play with me like this, it obviously gives people a new life, but it brings disappointment.

Soon, after the strong wind passed, the heavy rain came, Xu Ping ran to a slightly higher place, stood in the rain curtain, opened his hands, and greeted the gift of heaven.

With a "thunderclap", Xu Ping opened his eyes and saw that he was fine, and less than 100 meters away from him, several villagers standing on the edge of the ridge were struck by lightning and fell to the ground.

"The positioning error of this mine is too big!"

Xu Ping shook his head, hurriedly came down from the height, ran to the villagers who were mistakenly split by lightning, and then looked up at the sky, waiting for the thunderbolt to come again.

"Xu Ping, get out of the way, it's dangerous there!"

Some kind-hearted villagers shouted loudly, but no one dared to come out, for fear of being accidentally struck by lightning.

Xu Ping ignored everyone's shouts, and watched the thunder and lightning in the sky gather again above him.

But this time it was still not accurately positioned, and it was split directly into a large locust tree, and after the thunderbolt, the upper part of the big locust tree was split in two, and bursts of smoke came out of the broken trunk.

Several villagers who were sheltering from the rain under the trees were killed, and two were knocked to the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

"How did I forget, trees can conduct electricity!"

Xu Ping quickly ran under the tree and glanced at the two innocent villagers who were struck by lightning, their faces were dark, and their bodies were still twitching, and there was probably no hope.