Titled 200 million years

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Xia found the village and headed straight for the shore.

On the way, I saw a strange-looking fish on the bottom of the sea. It clearly has the body of a fish but the wings of a bird, and the sound is like the singing of a mandarin duck.

This fish is called Pan (luo reads the third tone) fish, and it is a strange beast.

"It's no wonder that the 100,000 mountains now become a vast ocean, not without reason."

Xia Xun thought in his heart.

It is rumored that wherever the beasts of whitefish appear, they will cause floods, and what he just saw in the sea is not as simple as one or two whitefish, but a large group of densely packed, calling out. Circling in the depths of the sea, the ordinary fish that frightened them all hid in the underwater cave and did not dare to come out.

After going ashore, Xia Xun first took off her wet clothes and dried them on a big rock by the sea.

Then bare ass walked into a forest not far away.

He has been trapped in that small world for too long, only knowing that a thousand years have passed, but not knowing the specific time.

In other words, he is now out of touch with the world. The most urgent thing is to find a village or town, find out some news, and then make the next plan and arrangement.

Now the 100,000 mountains have become a vast ocean, and his current location was originally a high mountain, but now it has become an isolated island in the sea.

Although his water is very good, swimming is exhausting after all.

The best way to leave this isolated island and go to a human town is by boating.

It is not a big problem if there is no ready-made ship. He walked into a dense forest on an isolated island with a long sword, and started looking for a target.

Stopping in front of a thick, two-meter-diameter tree, Xia Xun nodded in satisfaction.

"You are the one."

Xia Xun took off the long sword behind her back and held it in her hand.

Luck, concentration.

The next moment, Xia Xun's raised hands drew an elegant arc and waved towards the tall and tall camphor tree in front of him. There was a soft "chat" in the auricle, and the tree body shook slightly, but no change was seen. Soon afterwards, the sturdy tree fell in a gentle sea breeze.

"So weak."

After swinging this sword, Xia Xun dodged and hid aside, looking at the dust aroused when the camphor tree fell to the ground, a self-deprecating smile crossed the corner of his mouth.

His sword was named Wan Jian Guizong!

Returning Ten Thousand Swords to the Sect is a supreme cheat book dreamed of by those without mathematics swords. Its strongest trick is the returning of ten thousand swords to the sect, which is a very high level of swordsmanship.

After Xia Xun became a 10,000 sword and returned to the sect, once he used tens of thousands of divine swords to shoot out like worshiping a god, the fierce sword strength emerged from the body, his body turned into a blue smoke, and the strength was diffused. , Countless sharp swords flew like a storm, flying all over the sky, sword power like a net, invincible power.

Xia Xun still remembered that scene, which was a spectacle.

But now.

After using this kendo mastery, it was only to cut down trees, and there was no spectacle.

Dispelling the loss in her heart, Xia Xun held a long sword in her hand and jumped onto the fallen centennial camphor tree.

A dazzling sword light drifted by, and the camphor tree became a canoe, and Xia Xun's leftovers were made into a paddle.

Although his magic skills were sealed by the descendants of Nuwa, fortunately, he was still an immortal, with great power.

Otherwise, pushing the canoe from the forest to the beach would make him desperate.

At this time, it was almost noon, the sun in the sky was hanging high above the head, and the white-flowered sunlight was constantly shaking on the ground.

Feeling the surrounding temperature, Xia Xun estimated that it was summer.

The clothes drying on the stone were also dry, so he quickly put them on.

Fortunately, this is an isolated island, otherwise he would really not dare to dangle so naked.

After Xia Xun put on his clothes, he pushed the canoe into the sea, then jumped in, holding the oars in both hands, and rowed towards the far east.

Originally, the nearest town to the village was Qingshan Town, but Qingshan Town was only fifty miles away from the village, and it must have been submerged by the sea.

Xia Xun vaguely remembered her mother-in-law telling him that there was a huge city thirty miles north of Qingshan Town, named Gusu City, which was extremely prosperous.

And the destination of his trip,

This is Gusu City...

(Ps: cold complaints,

When someone tells you "just want to make money".

It is basically certain that he has nothing to do with love except for money.

People now see everything at a young age)

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Xia Xun paddled from day to night. Fortunately, the sea was flowing eastward. He was not sailing against the current, but it didn't take much effort.

The night is vast, and the world is surprisingly quiet.

Just on the sea level not far from the ship, a large swath of fluorescence appeared.

At first, Xia Xun was based on the strange phenomenon, until he got closer, he discovered that the moonfish were getting more and more, and the fluorescence that had just happened was caused by the parasites on the moonfish.

The dorsal fin of the moonfish is particularly high. From a distance, it looks like a rising moon. The name is indeed beautiful, but it looks strangely ugly.

Xia Xun moved closer and saw this group of moonfish lying on the surface of the sea, dying.It turned out to be covered by a large fishing net, and if he can no longer escape, he will die immediately.

Xia Xun drew the long sword behind her back and swiped it lightly. He tore a big hole in the fishing net, and these moonfish quickly escaped from this hole.

Seeing this group of fishes were saved, Xia Xun felt no waves in her heart.

He didn't say that he was happy because he saved a few lives.

He knew in his heart that the fishing nets were cast by fishermen, who lived by going out to fish.

If they cannot catch fish, their livelihoods will be difficult to sustain.

For example, the net of moonfish just now can sell a dozen copper plates, which is enough for ordinary people to spend a day.

Is the life of the fish important, or the income of the fishermen is more important.

It is the same from the root of everything.

As for the fishermen's losses, he will naturally make up for them when he gets to the shore.

After all, he has a bag of gold coins.

When you enter my eyes, like a flower reflected in the water, it is not a flower, the color is empty, and everything is red.

He figured out these truths very early.

Therefore, the age of the end of the earth has lost the environment of becoming immortal, he is the only one who walks against the sky and becomes immortal in the red dust.

There are three thousand disciples under Kongqiu, the first master of Dacheng Zhiwen Xuanwang, among whom seventy-two sages, among them, Xia Xun has the highest understanding and is highly regarded by the saints.

The most important thing in the path of cultivation is the word "enlightenment".

If you don't understand, thousands of miles are in vain, if you understand, you will find Lingshan at your feet.

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There are fishing nets here, which means that it is not far from a place with humans.

Xia Xun's heart also settled slightly.

He doesn't have a modern technology like a compass, and he can distinguish things from the sun during the day, and he becomes blind at night.

Thinking that there shouldn't be much distance from the inhabited shore, Xia Xun let the ship drift freely with the sea.

But he closed his eyes and meditated into concentration.

As the mother-in-law said, the outside world is very chaotic, and if he does not have the ability to protect himself, he is easily in danger.

Now his magical cultivation base has been sealed, and his only reliance is the body of an immortal.

To put it nicely is to be immortal.

The uglier point is Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death.

Although Xia Xun said that he didn't have the same face as other gods, he didn't like the feeling of being bullied and beaten.

People don't deceive me, I don't deceive others.

If anyone deceives me, I will give it back a hundred times, and I will not discuss it.

This is his way of doing things.

This world can also cultivate magical powers, but there may be some conflicts with his original system. Xia Xun is not clear about the specifics, because he has not been to understand.

Now he is alone in his family, and no one comes to lead him to the beginning.

But the problem is not big, he can still practice internal strength.

Before he became an immortal, he walked in the mundane world, gathered the strengths of a hundred schools of martial arts, and became the world's number one martial artist.

And those martial arts skills do not need magic to activate, as long as there is true energy in the body.

Internal strength refers to the way to cultivate true energy and open up the meridians.

Zhen Qi is the energy that is a mixture of innate and acquired qi.

Internal force refers to the Qi Jin formed by Zhen Qi.

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The strongest inner gong mental method should be the Yi Jin Jing. This thing can be said to be the ultimate meaning of martial arts in the world. Practicing this gong can make the human body’s spirit, body, and qi combine thoroughly, and make the five internal organs, six fu The second meridian and the whole body are fully regulated, which has the magical effect of balancing yin and yang.

Xia Xun thought for a while, and the Yi Jin Jing was indeed very strong.

So he chose Nine Suns Magical Art.

Learning the Nine Suns Divine Art is almost equivalent to generating semi-permanent motion machines in the body.

In those days when Zhang Wuji had only a very basic Wudang Kungfu, after a few years of self-study, he was actually worthy of a hundred years of cultivation by a genius like Zhang Sanfeng, which is enough to show the strength of this Kungfu.

Xia Xun and Zhang Sanfeng are best friends. When he was a pupil in Taoist temple when he was fifteen or sixteen, Xia Xun once gave him some advice.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Sanfeng had a very good understanding. Just because of Xia Xun's words, he realized the martial arts such as Taijiquan and became a master of Taoism.

On Zhang Sanfeng's centenary birthday, Xia Xun came to congratulate him, and met Zhang Wuji.

Then the two discussed each other.

The battle soon ended.

Zhang Wuji failed under Xia Xun's hands without even stepping down.

Of course, the defeat was not injustice at all.

Zhang Wuji's martial arts cultivation base was only a few decades old, and Xia Xun had already lived out the fourteenth at that time, and his martial arts cultivation base could be regarded as the best in ancient and modern times.

At that time, Xia Xun taught Zhang Wuji a long-lost martial arts skill, and Zhang Wuji, in return, copied the Nine Sun Magic Skills and gave it to Xia Xun for viewing.

Xia Xun still remembers this divine technique, so he began to practice.

A breeze blew by.

One second passed.

A fish jumped out of the water.

One second passed again.

A wave hit the ship, causing it to sway slightly.

One second passed again.

A total of three seconds have passed.

"It's done!"