webnovelvip Chapter 1 001 Become a Great Beauty Immortal
Chapter 1 001 Become a Great Beauty Immortal
"This demon, Peng Yi, is really powerful. It's simply too shameless to use such a technique that kills everyone."
"No, it's also fortunate that the immortal master has a high level of cultivation, so he was not killed by this devil, otherwise my loss in the immortal world will be heavy."
"Although the Immortal Venerable is still alive, he has been in a coma for more than a month. He has been fed this elixir all over, but it has no effect. I don't know when he will wake up."
The buzzing sound in his ears made Peng Yi feel headaches, and the pain he felt after a heavy blow came from his chest, like a mouthful of blood clogged in his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
In particular, the buzzing voice was talking about someone else, but the cold fairy he hated the most, making him even more irritated.
Who is so bold, dare to discuss this person in his Miexin Palace, are you tired of work?
Peng Yi's eyelids seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and his whole body was extremely sore and limp, as if every bone had been broken.
This defiant Xianzun really has some skills.
"It's time for today's visit, and I would like to ask all the immortal families to leave first, so that the immortal can have a good rest."
The sound of hurriedly leaving footsteps gradually faded away, and the ears finally became quiet again. After the annoying voice disappeared, Peng Yi didn't feel so much pain in his head.
Although he couldn't open his eyes, his consciousness has gradually recovered.
Unexpectedly, they all had the idea of dying together, and they still survived. It seems that they are destined to be a disaster for thousands of years!
Thinking of this, Peng Yi began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body to repair his injured body.
His body has always been strong, and it shouldn't be very difficult to recover.
Without this impeding immortal, wouldn't it be easy for him to take his apprentices and grandchildren from the demon world to attack the fairy world after he healed his wounds.
Just thinking about it, Peng Yi felt that his injured body could recover immediately.
Then...he froze.
Because the almost icy and bone-piercing spiritual power flowing in his body was not his at all.
How is this going?
Peng Yi mobilized his spiritual energy again.
Although these spiritual powers are cold, they are extremely comfortable when traveling through the meridians, and even the suppressed pain in the chest is relieved a little.
In desperation, he could only allow these unfamiliar spiritual powers to wander through his body over and over again.
Until three days later, Peng Yi opened his eyes.
For the past three days, the surroundings have been unusually quiet. Except for occasional footsteps passing by, he has not heard any conversations, but his intuition tells him that this is not his Miexin Temple, so what exactly is this place?
The moment I opened my eyes, I saw pure white gauze.
These white gauzes are as light as thin wings, and they are very expensive at first glance, and there is still a little spiritual energy in the white gauze.
Peng Yi suddenly sat up straight, but because the movement was too big, it affected the chest injury.
He tore off the collar and found a scar on his chest with deep bone visible. Although the scab had formed, it was still very painful.
This scar looks even more familiar, it is basically the trace left by his natal sword "Mie Xin".
What's going on here?
Peng Yi clutched his chest, lifted the white gauze and got out of bed.
The sight in front of him made him stop.
Surrounded by ice flower sculptures, they were so white that he felt a little dazzling.
He looked around and finally saw a bronze mirror in a corner.
Peng Yi stretched out his hand and summoned the bronze mirror from the air, and then saw the person he hated the most in this mirror.
The face in front of him could be described as flawless.
The skin is crystal clear like snow, and the eyes are cold and moving. A blink of an eye, and a look back can bring out all kinds of amorous feelings.
However, this face is expressionless all the year round, and the corners of the lips never hang into a smile. It looks like everyone is aloof, as if everything in this world is dust and ants, and no one can be like his eyes and his heart.
Peng Yi held the bronze mirror tightly with his hand, and with just a little force, the mirror fell apart.
The sound of the mirror falling to the ground alarmed the maid guarding the door, she hurriedly opened the door, and said pleasantly, "Xianzun, it's great that you finally woke up."
The maid turned around and ran away, as if she was looking for someone, leaving Peng Yi alone by the bed without saying a word.
"Immortal Venerable? Is it like this?"
Peng Yi lowered his head and saw his face again through the broken bronze mirror.
He turned into the Jiuzhongtian, the person he hated the most.
Just when Peng Yi was in a daze, thinking about the cause and effect, the sound of footsteps came hurriedly, accompanied by the sound of urgent calls: "You are finally awake."
"Great, you can rest assured now."
"Who is the immortal, I will say that the devil is not the opponent of the immortal!"
"However, don't be careless. I heard that the devil has never died, and he is still in a coma."
Hearing that his body was safe and sound, Peng Yi secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but when he looked up, he felt a strange sense of joy when he saw these faces.
When these people saw him on weekdays, none of them were filled with righteous indignation, full of hatred, and clamored to get rid of him as a big devil, but at this moment, they all looked worried, wishing to replace him with their own bodies.
It's really turning the tide!
How interesting it would be to let these people know that the person in this body is not the immortal they are thinking of, but the devil they most want to get rid of.
It's all here, if I don't leave anything on the Nine Heavens, I'm too sorry for my sacrifice.
Thinking of this, Peng Yi thought about the appearance of this person on weekdays, and said softly: "Let's go out first, I'm tired."
The Immortal Venerable had always been so reticent when he spoke, and everyone had no doubts at all. After repeatedly expressing his words to let him have a good rest, a group of people filed out again, and all of them disappeared, leaving only the maid who served on weekdays.
This maid looks quite agile, with almond eyes and pink lips, she looks very comfortable.
Peng Yi saw that this woman felt agitated from the bottom of her heart for some reason, and said coldly, "You go out too."
The maid was stunned for a moment, and without asking anything, she backed out.
It wasn't until he was the only one left in this huge bedroom that Peng Yi stood up clutching his chest.
The wound on his chest was so severe that he was covered in cold sweat when he stood up.
He couldn't help muttering to himself: "If I knew today, why should I be more merciful?"
This is probably the so-called self-inflicted.
But fortunately, I have suffered many injuries since I was a child, and the pain is still tolerable.
Peng Yi looked around slowly.
This man's house is just like others', it's all snow-white, with almost no visible color.
There was a cold, unpopular feeling, not at all like his own bedroom.
It's more appropriate to say it's a study than a bedroom.
Because apart from this bed, the surrounding walls are full of bookshelves filled with books.
The most troublesome thing for Peng Yi is reading, and he has always been amazingly talented. He never forgets many things, and he will never repeat the things he has read once, so he has thrown away many books.
"If I throw away all these books, I wonder if there will be any change in that person's expression?"
Thinking of this, Peng Yi took out a book from the nearest shelf, opened it, and scanned it hastily, but a strange feeling came to his heart.
"Why is it so familiar?"
He must have read the contents of this book somewhere, but he couldn't remember it at all.
When he can't think of it, he is always reluctant to think about it.
Peng Yi threw the book back to the shelf, and walked to the desk again.
"Is he a neat freak?"
The things on the desk are arranged neatly, all the books are facing the same direction, and even the position of the nib is exactly the same.
Peng Yi swept across the table viciously, messing up all the things that had been placed, staggering to and fro.
"That's my style."
After destroying the table, he walked around the room along the bookshelves.
It's okay for this person to be boring, and the bedroom is also so boring, there is nothing new, except for books, which are still books.
The piano on the window sill also looks a little different.
After familiarizing himself with the surrounding environment, he returned to the bed and sat down.
Pulling open the skirt, the wound on the chest really opened, and blood began to flow out from the scab.
Peng Yi couldn't help swearing a dirty word.
His Miexin Sword is not an ordinary spiritual weapon, it hurts the flesh first, it is a top-grade magic sword.
Once stabbed by this sword, although the surface of the wound has healed with scabs, the flesh under the skin is difficult to heal because of the demonic energy on the sword.
The scabbed wound will open at any time.
The only way to heal this wound is to reopen the scabbed wound, shave off all the surrounding flesh, and let him grow again, so that it can slowly heal.
Otherwise, it will not be cured at all. After a long time, this demonic energy will spread, devouring the surrounding flesh, and suffering from flesh pain every day.
This was originally something he gave to this hated immortal, but now it's all over, and it's all retribution on him.
Peng Yi couldn't help muttering: "Why am I so vicious, I changed to a more ordinary spirit sword back then, and now I wouldn't be so unlucky."
While muttering so much in his mouth, his hands didn't delay at all.
He flicked his wrist, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.
This dagger is only the size of a palm, but the blade is sharp and sharp, and it cuts iron like mud. It is a rare and good dagger.
Peng Yi closed his eyes, opened his hand again, and the tip of the knife stabbed into his body without hesitation.
He still doesn't know how long he will stay in this body, and he doesn't know if he can return to his original state. If he doesn't remove this piece of meat right now, he will only suffer.
Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, and you will find trouble after the pain is over.
He will never suffer this crime in vain, since he has already come to the Nine Heavens and become this supreme immortal, if he doesn't do anything, he will be too sorry for his title of devil.
Cold sweat was already breaking out on Peng Yi's forehead, and the feeling of cutting the skin and flesh with the knife directly on his body was indeed painful, but he just frowned slightly and didn't say a word.
Fresh blood dripped on the bed sheets, dyeing the snow-white sheets red little by little, leaving a dazzling splendor in this plain white bedroom.
So, the devil who woke up and hadn't had a wife yet fell into a coma again after cutting the flesh.
Before he fell into a coma, he swore to himself that he would definitely turn the Nine Heavens upside down.
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