"Immortals?"

Xiao Qi Hao looked yearning and nodded: "I heard the village doctor uncle say that immortals can fly to the sky and move mountains and reclaim the sea. That year, a fire broke out in the mountain, which was extinguished by the immortals with their mana. It's just that the village doctor said that mortals are not qualified to become immortals. ”

The old man smiled lovingly and asked, "Xiao Hao, do you want to become an immortal?" ”

"Yes."

Xiao Qi Hao replied without thinking, and then his face was lonely: "But mortals can't cultivate immortals." The village doctor said that whenever an immortal comes into the world, there will be an omen of birth. On the day when the immortal was born, the crane gave a gift, or the light shone brightly. If there is no vision, then the life can only be mortal. The village doctor said that a few decades ago, an immortal in the next village came to the world, and colorless auspicious clouds appeared, and the birds celebrated. ”

After speaking, Xiao Qi Hao opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but finally closed his mouth.

This is true, if a spirit child comes into the world, there will be a vision. There will also be powerful immortal perceptions coming to greet them to cultivate immortals. However, it is not impossible for mortals like us to cultivate. The old man sighed.

"Grandpa, what did you say? Can mortals also cultivate immortals? ”

Xiao Qi Hao was stunned, and even stopped with the work in his hand.

"Yes, it's just that mortals cultivating immortals is a move against the sky, and they have to go through nine deaths and many tribulations."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then straightened up and said, "Xiao Hao, if there is such an opportunity, are you willing to cultivate immortals?" ”

"Cultivating immortals? Good luck? ”

Xiao Qi Hao was stunned for a moment, and then nodded heavily: "Even if it's nine deaths, I'll try." ”

"Xiao Hao, aren't you afraid?" The old man looked at Xiao Hao distressedly.

"Don't be afraid, if Xiao Hao becomes a fairy, grandpa won't have to starve and be cold, and there will be white flour buns to eat every day."

Xiao Qi Hao grinned, very yearning.

The old man was stunned for a moment, and a cloudy old tear crossed the corner of his eye.

"Okay, good, Xiaohao, grandpa believes you can do it. Then grandpa will tell you that the so-called spirit child is to have a spiritual bone in his body, which can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to practice. Mortals do not have spiritual bones, but there is a fruit in heaven and earth, called the human spiritual fruit. ”

"Where can I find the Human Spirit Fruit?" Xiao Qi Hao couldn't wait to ask.

The old man shook his head: "It is said that the human spirit fruit is deep in the mountains, but only those who are destined can get it. As long as mortals eat the human spirit fruit, they can cut the bones and wash the marrow and embark on the path of cultivation. ”

"Deep in the mountains?"

Qi Hao looked at the mountain outside the window, and secretly made up his mind in his heart.

He has never been to the depths of the mountains, but it is said that there are gods in the depths of the mountains.

"Xiao Hao, our Qi family ancestors have been mortals for generations. Your father has some spiritual roots, but he died early. Your second and third uncles are all honest people, and they have never walked out of this mountain in their lives. Grandpa hopes that you can become an immortal and live a wonderful life. The old man lovingly touched Qi Hao's head.

"Grandpa, don't worry, Xiao Hao will." Qi Hao nodded heavily.

This night, Qi Hao slept sweetly.

The fire in the charcoal basin has been shining, and it is dueling with the cold wind...

Early in the morning, Qi Hao packed up his tools, stepped on the heavy snow with his legs, and went up the mountain. He promised his aunt that he would catch pheasants and go back.

In winter, the mountains are bare everywhere, and there are fewer prey on the mountain, but there is also less snake and insect poison.

The snow on the mountain is deep, but it is difficult for Qi Hao.

Although he was only twelve years old, he could not be more familiar with this mountain.

It only took two hours for Qi Hao to come to the top of the mountain.

He paused for a moment, and then walked towards the sunny leeward slope.

Years of hunting experience have taught him that prey generally choose this kind of place for their nests so that they will not freeze to death.

Such heavy snow is also convenient.

Once the pheasant falls into the snow pit, it is difficult to fly out and can only sit and wait for death.

Therefore, Qi Hao's goal is very clear, he just needs to keep looking, as long as he finds pheasants.

This morning, Qi Hao was running non-stop, and his footprints were covered in the snow.

When you are thirsty, you grab a handful of snow from the snow and eat it.

When you're tired, just take a break in the snow pit.

It's just that there is no living creature on this mountain, and after being busy for so long, nothing has been found.

"I've promised my aunt, so I can't go home empty-handed."

Qi Hao gritted his teeth and looked at the depths of the mountain, his gaze becoming more and more determined.

And at this moment, a voice, like thunder, exploded in his little mind.

"Supreme, the old slave goes!"

Qi Hao suddenly felt that his brain was foggy, and the scene in front of him became illusory.

A golden figure the size of a mountain, standing above the clouds on the top of the mountain, was slowly falling at the moment.

The voice came from the mouth of this golden beast.

"Let's go!"

Another voice, coming from farther away, without joy or sorrow.

Qi Hao followed the sound and looked, in the clouds and mist, there was a huge palace a hundred zhang high, and a person was sitting in the palace, looking down on the heavens and the earth.

The figure seemed to feel Qi Hao's gaze, looked over, and let out a soft sigh.

Looking at each other, Qi Hao only felt that he was choked by his throat and couldn't breathe.

He instinctively wanted to bow down, but his body wouldn't listen.

Fortunately, it was only for a moment, and the man looked away.

"Younger generation Qinghe, send the extremely bitter beast respect."

"The younger generation is too born, send off the extremely bitter beast venerable, and the beast venerable will go all the way."

"Extremely bitter, let's go!"

... ...

Several more voices came from all directions, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

The person who hears the voice either lives in the palace or hides on the shore of Daze.

The only thing in common is that no matter how hard Qi Hao tries, he can't see the true face of these people, only an illusion.

"Extremely bitter, for the heaven and earth war for thousands of years, the merits are immeasurable, when imprinted between the mountains and rivers, forever."

"Today falls, the heaven and the earth mourn together, and the blood and rain fall for three days to mourn."

"Death is not the end, it is also the beginning. Scatter the power of the Venerable of Extreme Suffering, and give gifts to all living beings. ”

The man in the Heavenly Palace fell with a palm, and the huge figure suddenly exploded, turning into countless fragments and flying in all directions.

"Little one, since you have this fate, I'll give you some."

I saw the people of the Heavenly Palace, with a wave of his palm, a huge golden flesh and blood came straight towards Qi Hao and flew into his body.

In the next second, Qi Hao fell into the snow and passed out.

When he woke up again, it was already dark.

"Looks like I'm dreaming, why did I sleep here?"

Qi Hao shook his head and was about to get up.

But in the next second, he was stunned.

He couldn't see what was going on inside his body, but he could sense that the golden object, in a strange state, was attached to his spine, wrapping the whole spine in the middle.

"Does it really exist? What is this? Qi Hao exclaimed.

Only then did he realize that it was not a dream.

"That's a godsend!"

A voice came from Qi Hao's ears.