"Aren't we all cultivators like this?" Zi Ling said with a frown.
"That's why there are very few people who can advance to the late stage of Da Luo. Apart from the difficulty of cultivation, the inability to cut out good corpses is also an important reason." Han Li said with his hands spread out.
"Then what should I do?" Zi Ling also realized the seriousness of the problem, her pretty face was serious.
"I have reached the peak of the middle stage of Da Luo in both my cultivation level and law cultivation. It is meaningless to continue to retreat. I should go out and walk around, and maybe I can make a breakthrough." Han Li pondered for a while and said.
"I once heard Senior Xie say that sometimes the bottleneck of high-level immortals is not the cultivation or the law itself, but the state of mind, the state of mind that comprehends the true essence of the world... Speaking of which, I have never been to the real fairyland. , Even in Demon Realm, I have been running around for various things... Brother Han, please show me this place." A gleam of joy flashed in Zi Ling's eyes, and she smiled.
"The Real Immortal Realm has a vast territory, far surpassing the Demon Realm. There are many strange places, and you will definitely not be disappointed. Speaking of which, I have only focused on cultivation these years, and I have never really visited the True Immortal Realm. Take this opportunity to look around." Han Li Affected by Zi Ling's emotions, the depression in his heart dissipated.
He waved his hand to grab Ziling, and flew out of the Huazhi space.
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The Northern Sun Immortal Realm is a small fairyland on the border of the True Immortal Realm. The vitality of the heaven and earth is not very strong. It is only famous for the incomparably gorgeous aurora phenomenon that often appears in the sky of the fairyland.
Of course, this title is only for immortals above the Taiyi Realm. Those whose cultivation base is below the Golden Immortal Realm may not necessarily leave the fairyland they were born in throughout their entire lives. You may not have left all the continents, let alone wandering in the various fairylands as you like.
In fact, the vast majority of high-level monks, except for a very small number, rarely give up retreating and penance to travel around. After all, even if they become high-level immortals, they will never give up any opportunity to continue to improve their cultivation.
In the extreme north of the Northern Day Immortal Territory, on a continent that is frozen all year round, there is a Tianpu mountain range, the peak of which is covered with snow and towers into the clouds.
After the ice and snow melted, the water gathered into waterfalls, and because of the peculiar shape of the mountains, thousands of waterfalls, large and small, were formed, which was extremely spectacular.
Whenever the aurora appears, the waterfall reflects the aurora in the sky, and the entire mountain range will be enveloped in an extremely dreamy beauty, which makes people intoxicated.
At this time, on the top of the mountain, a man and a woman stood side by side. It was Han Li and Zi Ling who had changed their appearance, admiring the dreamlike beauty around them.
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The Tianchao Lake in Yuhu Fairyland is rich in high-grade Lingyu. The lake is full of fog all year round, and the fog will change with the seasons. Sometimes it is white, sometimes purple, and sometimes pink.
This kind of changing mist, coupled with the high-grade spirit jade, made the lake of Tianchao famous far and wide.
A flat boat sailed gently across the lake, and Han Li and Zi Ling were rowing on the lake, with calm expressions, playing chess on the ground.
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The Firebird Mountains in the Tianhuo Immortal Territory got their name because many peaks resemble flying birds.
The underground magma here is tumbling, and ground fires often erupt from the tops of these flying bird peaks. It looks like countless huge flying birds spit out heavenly flames.
On an extinct volcano, Han Li and Zi Ling stood shoulder to shoulder, admiring the spectacle of the eruption of thousands of fires.
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The mysterious green mud swamp in Liulan Immortal Territory, the red sun ocean in Canghai Immortal Territory, the stormy mountains in Xuanfeng Immortal Territory...
Han Li and Zi Ling searched for these strange fairylands in the real fairyland one by one.
With Han Li's current cultivation base, his escape speed is extremely fast, and it doesn't take long to cross a fairyland.
In just over two hundred years, the two traveled through twenty or thirty fairylands, and saw countless strange beauties and exotic customs.
But the Realm of Immortals is too big, the place they walked, compared to the entire Realm of Immortals, is still just a corner of Danwan.
Because they were afraid of the power of the Heavenly Court and the Temple of Reincarnation, the two went to small and medium-sized fairylands, and they kept changing their appearances. They traveled smoothly and were not recognized by anyone.
In the west of Flying Wings Immortal Territory, there is a continuous mountain range, and a kind of blood-colored bamboo grows on the mountain range. Looking from a high altitude, the whole mountain range is extremely spectacular.
Every time the wind blows, the blood bamboo forest moves with the wind, and the sound of rushing is like rolling waves, so it has the reputation of bamboo sea and is quite famous.
On the top floor of a three-story restaurant in Yushan City, a small town near the Blood Bamboo Mountains, Han Li and Zi Ling were sitting by the window.
What they drank was a kind of bright red wine, exuding a strange fragrance of bamboo leaves, which was brewed from the roots of blood bamboo.
"Blood Bamboo Sea really lives up to its reputation, and although this blood bamboo wine is ordinary wine, it tastes very good, it's really worth the trip." Zi Ling picked up the wine glass and took a sip of the wine, with a slightly intoxicated look on his face.
Han Li drank the fine wine in his glass and nodded slightly.
His appreciation of fine wines can be called a master. Although this blood bamboo wine is a common thing, the taste of the wine gives people a vicissitudes of life, which is quite rare.
Han Li put down his wine glass and looked down.
The city is bustling with pedestrians.
In the 200,000 years in Huazhi's space, while he was comprehending the good corpse, he was also advancing rapidly in the last two levels of the alchemy.
Now that he has completed the sixth level of alchemy, his spiritual consciousness has made great progress again.
At this moment, Han Li didn't start his spiritual investigation, and he had a panoramic view of everything in Yushan City.
Yushan City is an ordinary city, where people from various religions and streams gather, officials, scholars, merchants, warriors, farmers, and many beggars.
All kinds of voices are filled with countless complex emotions, such as joy, anger, sorrow, sadness, as well as attachment, greed, hatred, etc., rushing towards my face.
Han Li suddenly sighed softly, poured out a glass of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
"What's wrong?" Zi Ling looked over.
"It's nothing, I'm just a little bit moved by the various states of the world, whether it's ordinary people or monks like me, they can't help being involved, and no one can escape." Han Li said lightly.
"Although we immortals have a long lifespan and are almost immortal, we can't get rid of grievances and entanglements in the world." Zi Ling also put down his wine glass and sighed.
Han Li looked into the distance and remained silent.
"Brother Han, do you feel that the good corpse still hasn't entered the country?" Zi Ling asked.
Han Li shook his head silently, with a layer of worry appearing between his brows.
"You have been with me for more than 200 years, and you have traveled to many places. I am very satisfied. How about starting from tomorrow, you should concentrate on retreat. Maybe you can gain something from the insights of these years." Zi Ling silently After a while, he said softly.
"The matter of beheading the corpse is different from other cultivations. It does not take time to endure. Otherwise, how could so many people stop here in the real fairy world. I have a feeling that the key to advancing to the later stage of Da Luo is in this world. In the meantime, let's walk around and take chances." Han Li shook his head and said so.
A smile appeared on Zi Ling's face upon hearing this, and he nodded.
Han Li picked up the jug and filled the two's glasses, and drank a glass.
"...The old fairy Lingyun sacrificed a flying sword, the white light was ten thousand feet long, covered by the light of the sun and the moon, the evil dragon was frightened out of his wits immediately, and turned to run away, but there was no way to escape. In a flash, one of the evil dragon's front paws was cut off, and the bright red dragon blood poured down, instantly dyeing the pool red." A voice came, but it was an old man in the restaurant who was telling a story, talking about a The story of the sword fairy eliminating harm for the people.
Feiyi Xianyu attaches great importance to the difference between immortals and mortals, and it is strictly forbidden for those who cultivate immortals to appear in the mortal world. Therefore, for ordinary people, immortals are ethereal and mysterious, and they are the best talking points.
This old eloquence is good, the story is also wonderful, and there are many drinkers around.
Hearing this, the drinkers nearby all groaned, staring at the old storyteller intently, waiting for the next sentence.
The old storyteller didn't speak immediately, the old god coughed dryly, picked up the teacup, and took a sip of tea.
At the same time, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl in Tsing Yi stepped out gracefully beside him, holding a copper plate, and saluted everyone with a smile on her face.
This is asking for money, the storyteller is really good, and this girl is pretty and lovely, many drinkers naturally donate money generously, throwing coins on the tray, the storyteller smiled and greeted the guests with fists.
Han Li smiled slightly when he saw this scene.
He has lived in a mountain village since he was a child, and he has no chance to hear such storytelling. At most, he listens to people in the village who can go out and talk about the outside world.
At that time, I was similar to these drinkers, full of longing for the unknown world and those bizarre things that were passed down as myths by the common people.
The girl in Tsing Yi bowed her head to pick up the money. This girl was fair-skinned, but now she showed a fair and tender neck, which complemented her appearance. A few rogue guests laughed loudly, saying that the girl is good-looking and so on.
The girl in Tsing Yi had a very thin skin, and her face flushed immediately, but she didn't stop picking up money, but kept covering her cheeks with a copper plate, this half-covered and shy look made the rascals even more coveted.
The girl seemed to feel that the eyes of several people were not looking well, so she hurriedly picked up the money and withdrew it.
One of the rascals, a young man with luxurious clothes and a wretched appearance, suddenly gave a strange laugh when the girl walked by, and reached out to grab the girl's wrist.
The girl in Tsing Yi immediately screamed "Ah".
The young man in Chinese clothes was hiccupping with wine and songs, as if he had been drunk, he reached out and touched the girl's chin, and said with a smile: "Little lady is so beautiful, where are you from, don't tell stories here, brother Take you to eat good food... "
The girl in Tsing Yi panicked and cried out for help.
The old storyteller panicked and rushed over to save the girl, but was pushed away by the young man in Chinese clothes.
The young man seemed to be armed with martial arts, and his hands were not weak. The old man smashed through a railing, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed.
"Grandpa!" The girl in Tsing Yi cried, struggling hard, but she couldn't break free at all.
Other drinkers upstairs saw the commotion, and some timid people left the table.
Han Li frowned slightly, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, but he still sat where he was and didn't move.
This kind of thing of molesting a good family is commonplace in the ordinary world, it happens almost every moment, it is not a big deal, but the fact that everyone listened to the book before made him feel a little touched.