In the end of the world, I become an immortal alone.

Chapter 275 "Damn it, you're pretending!"

Wang Jixuan now has two choices.

First, show your original memory, which involves Wangxian Valley and the breathing method at the beginning of practice.

This method of memory display is continuous.

However, as long as Wang Jixuan did not translate the language of the cultivation world, they would not understand it, and the mantras and techniques would not be leaked.

Second, demonstrate a memory of practice without a basic guidance period.

Oh, no, there is a third option.

Show a memory of Mu Liang!

Wonderful.

Wang Jixuan was just about to reveal Mu Liang's childhood memories when his mind moved slightly and he looked around.

He suddenly remembered that not long ago, when he and Fu Jian were driving back to Fort No. 76 from the desert in a supply vehicle, there was a hint of confusion in Fu Jian's eyes, the only intact human organ.

The despair brought by the Pillar Saber Beast;
The pressure brought by the Saber Beast civilization;
In fact, it has never subsided.

"If we fool them like this, won't they become disillusioned with me sooner or later?"

"Since I have already claimed to be a new foreign civilization, I should also provide some evidence to give Fu Jian some new hope. It is better than Fu Jian having to deal with his affairs now."

"Ah, I can let No. 5 see if I am worth her putting a bigger stake in."

Wang Jixuan looked at Ling Tong and winked at her gently.

"Peony, activate the shielding device. This information cannot be leaked."

Peony turned off the HD video.

Fu Jian also stopped real-time data synchronization.

Wang Jixuan cleared his throat and activated the flame on the back of his hand. The psychic energy circuit he had just obtained rose in the flame.

Wang Jixuan felt something in his heart.

Now, I can project the images to them as long as I recall them.

So what are you recalling?

Let’s fulfill our promise first and show No. 5 some of his childhood memories.

A layer of gray clouds appeared above Wang Jixuan's head. The gray clouds slowly spread out, and a stretch of green hills emerged above them, as if the artistic conception of an ink painting was imprinted therein.

The picture was supposed to be shot from his perspective as the first person, but Wang Jixuan used a little bit of Buddhism to allow himself to look down on the past, thus creating a third-person perspective.

……

when--

The sound of a huge bell echoed in the mountains and forests, and a huge wine gourd slowly flew over from the sky.

On the gourd, an old Taoist in a green robe and a little boy in a brand new short shirt and trousers were sitting in front of the spout of the wine gourd, floating towards a green mountain.

A layer of transparent light wall appeared outside the green mountain, and then the light wall opened, revealing a vast expanse of strange mountains and steep ridges.

The peak is like a sword, breaking through the sky.

The boy asked in a low voice: "Master, is this Wangxian Valley?"

"Not bad," the old Taoist stroked his beard and chuckled.

"Why? There are no valleys. There are only hills."

“Hahaha,” the old Taoist smiled and shook his head, “Because our Wangxian Valley has existed for tens of thousands of years, it has long been a major sect of the righteous way. In the beginning, the founder opened a mountain gate in a valley, so it was called Wangxian Valley. There is also a major sect next door to us, and it is also doing well now. They are also called Gexian Village.”

"Oh--"

The boy looked suddenly enlightened.

The big gourd fell towards the top of a mountain. Several figures flew out in front and greeted each other with a bow.

The old Taoist took the boy to an exquisite wooden building.

This place was full of 'light walls' of formations. The old Taoist smiled kindly, shook the ring on his hand slightly, took out a cushion, and asked the boy to sit on it.

"Wang Zheng, today you have entered Wangxian Valley. From now on, you will be a cultivator and no longer an ordinary person.

"From now on, I hope you will follow the right path, set the right aspirations, cultivate yourself, and protect the people. As your teacher, I don't expect you to become a top-notch master in the world, but I only hope that you can live a long life without illness or disaster."

The old Taoist took out a dustpan and swept it left and right at the boy, in an attempt to sweep away the boy's worldly attachments.

“You can’t use your common name in a sect. I should give you a Taoist name… I need to think about it and see what kind of talent you have.

"Your senior sister will come over later to teach you how to breathe in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. This is the foundation of cultivation."

"Oh."

"Silly disciple, if you want me to tell you next time, I will obey your orders."

The little boy was quite clever, and he shouted in a crisp voice: "Disciple obeys your command!"

The picture gradually fades.

The audience watching these scenes could not understand what the little boy and the master were saying at the moment, but they could roughly understand what was happening.

——Wang Jixuan does not have the ability of No. 5, which allows people to understand directly in his heart across languages.

The scene reappears, and here there is a pretty girl, taking a boy to do the initiation ceremony.

When it came to cultivation, Wang Jixuan took the initiative to stop and explained a few words to everyone, and then showed them the memory scenes of half a year later, quickly browsing his life and growth in the mountains.

When some flying monks appear in the picture, Wang Jixuan will slow down the flow of the picture and deliberately show the monks' style.

……

Less than ten minutes passed before Wang Jixuan snapped his fingers.

"Childhood life is basically like this, it's all the same."

Number Five crossed his arms and thought carefully: "I can prove that these are your real memories, not fake, but... there is no part about taking a bath?"

Wang Jixuan cursed with a dark face: "Didn't you take a shower too?"

Number Five said leisurely: "I am a powerful spiritual practitioner, and my body is free of all dirt."

Mudan said calmly, "There is really no dirt on your body, just a bunch of scary injuries."

Number Five ignored the machine and just looked at Wang Jixuan, saying slowly:
"It doesn't matter if there's no bathing scene. You need to use your memory to prove that you were also a basic human being."

Wang Jixuan wondered, "Is this important?"

"It is extremely important," Number Five stared at Wang Jixuan, "I hope you can be honest, mysterious practitioner. This is very important."

"why?"

"I can't tell you this for now. I've already proven my sincerity, now it's your turn to prove it."

"I skipped it when I was about to release it. It's usually in some pools of water," Wang Jixuan thought.

It would be too embarrassing for him to publicly show the picture of himself taking a bath.

However, he could make public a picture of a boy from his fellow school, who was only a few years older than him, coming out of the bath.

Wang Jixuan did not use Buddhist teachings. Instead, he used his own first-person perspective to recall the memory in his heart, and then played it out in public.

Gao Huating raised her hands to cover her eyes;
Number Five frowned and looked at the boy's body structure for a few seconds, then calmly looked away, exuding the calmness of an old spiritual practitioner.

In the picture, the two boys chatted for a while, imagining their future paths of cultivation.

However, no one understood what they were saying, they just saw that they were chatting happily.

Wang Jixuan asked: "Is this okay?"

"Okay, but can you give me some more content?"

Spiritual practitioner number five was somewhat dissatisfied:
"I showed you all the memories of the past 170 Earth years. Although it was only a memorable battle, I gave you all the information I should have given you."

"Okay, then I'll show you."

Wang Jixuan pondered for a moment and began to recall the faction competition he had participated in three times, which was held every five years and was open only to young disciples under the age of 40.

The several memories he selected are very representative.

When he was thirteen years old, his foundation was almost built, but he only ranked outside the top 100 in the competition.

At this time, his fighting methods were relatively simple. He had a flying sword given by his uncle, a stack of talismans he drew himself, and a bunch of inferior magic weapons he made himself. He racked his brains on the arena, but could only barely tie with the senior sister in the Nascent Soul Realm.

The scene changed, and it was still in the arena composed of those formations. The eighteen-year-old Wang Jixuan was wearing a green shirt and leggings. He was only half a step away from the Golden Core Realm. He killed his way through the arena with one sword. The talismans had formed an array, and there were three or four hundred magic weapons.

At that time, he was already a rising star in the sect.

He later represented Wangxian Valley and participated in several activities for outstanding disciples of the sect to compete with each other, earning a lot of fame for Wangxian Valley.

The third time he stood on the ring, Wang Jixuan had already shown a bit of the master's demeanor. He was elegantly dressed in a green robe, standing with his hands behind his back. With a simple flying sword, he forced all the disciples who came to challenge him to bow their heads and admit defeat. Wang Jixuan didn't even notice;

Now when I look back on my memory, I realize that... there seemed to be many carefully dressed up senior and junior sisters around the arena where he was.

I'm not familiar with any of them, don't have any specific impression of them, and there's no such thing as a genius.

Taoist priest Wang turned off the memory display circuit.

He participated in the competition three times and fought dozens of battles, from the lower realm to the Golden Core realm, and his methods went from simple to complex and then back to simple again.

He and his fellow disciples fully demonstrated the fighting characteristics of their immortal civilization, as well as various skills such as talismans, formations, tools and elixirs.

"Is this enough?" Wang Jixuan asked.

"let me see……"

Spiritual practitioner No. 5 seemed to be thinking about something and murmured softly:

“The way your civilization fights is indeed very different from ours.

"We can only exert a certain effect with one piece of psychic energy, and you use one piece of psychic energy to leverage more psychic energy. Those special weapons also have a high degree of plasticity.

"I sensed a more fundamental pursuit of the power of rules in it. Through imitation and learning, I tried to comprehend these rules."

Wang Jixuan raised his eyebrows: "You can actually understand this."

"Although I should stop now, but..."

Spiritual practitioner No. 5 looked at Wang Jixuan with clear eyes:
"I want to know what you were like at your peak, that's important to my judgement.

"I mean no disrespect to you... I do need a little confidence right now to make a decision that could potentially backstab our spiritual civilization."

Taoist Wang nodded.

This guy seems to be fooling around and acting a little naive, but in fact his purpose is very clear.

First determine whether he was originally human;
I also want to see how strong he is at his peak;

Wang Jixuan also keenly realized that spiritual practitioner No. 5 might have known some "exclusive" secret.

"It's not a big problem," Wang Jixuan looked around and said slowly, "It should be difficult for them to understand. I will show it to you separately. Besides, I don't want to make them worry."

"Well, how do you show it?"

"Don't resist," Wang Jixuan took a deep breath, pointed his sword, and flicked his sleeves at No. 5.

Number Five was in a trance and saw a blue sky.

"This is?"

She was a little confused, and then she saw the figure walking slowly up the cliff.

It was as if there were steps in the air.

Wang Jixuan's appearance was not much different from that in the third match. At this moment, he had a handsome face, long fluttering hair, his wide robe fluttering in the wind, and his sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes contained a strong fighting spirit.

Fighting spirit?

Number Five stared near Wang Jixuan.

He was walking towards the sky, and the sky was clear and there were no enemies around.

suddenly;

Rumble!
There was thunder in the clear sky and the sky changed color.

A large mass of dark clouds rolled in, forming a vortex from the sky, pressing towards the green-robed monk!

Rumbling thunder was heard in the vortex, huge lightning spots appeared under the clouds, and above the clouds, black clouds kept changing, interpreting the shadows of immortals and Buddhas all over the sky, revealing the rhythm of the Tao.

The spiritual practitioner No. 5 is a discerning person;
Even though she couldn't understand it, she could feel what Wang Jixuan felt at that time.

The power of heaven was understood by her as the pressure of gods;

And she understood this power of the Great Dao as the power of the origin rules;

Lightning spots suddenly appeared, and dozens of lightning spots condensed into a silver-white lightning as thick as a bucket, smashing straight down at the figure below!
At the beginning of the heavenly tribulation, the thunder tribulation strikes first!
The figure was full of fighting spirit and was extremely confident at first. Without any hesitation, he resisted the thunder and continued to climb the stairs.

It seemed as if he was about to pierce the sky;

It seemed as if the cloud was just mist in the mountains.

The thunderbolts fell again, each one stronger than the last;

The monk was bleeding and let out a long roar, revealing his profound attainments. The aura of a Mahayana master was overwhelming!
In the illusion drawn by Wang Jixuan's memory, No. 5 felt the collision between the forces of heaven and man, and witnessed the entire process of transcending the tribulation with his own eyes.

Inside the studio, everyone could see the change in No. 5's expression.

From the initial curiosity, to the subsequent arrogance, then holding his breath and pursing his lips tightly, to the end, his eyes were dull and even a little confused.

Wang Jixuan was also watching this natural disaster.

He actually didn't want to recall this failure before, as it was the only failure in his spiritual practice.

But now, he understood where he was wrong and what he missed, and he felt very calm.

As for the 'technical' part, he has no problem at all.

The first three heavenly tribulations are mainly thunder tribulations, which can be resisted head-on. Heavenly tribulations have extremely strong destructive power on the spirituality of magic weapons…Wang Jixuan was reluctant to let Mudan see these scenes, also because he destroyed several spiritual high-level magic weapons during this tribulation.

Peony is completely different from these magic weapons. Peony already has a complete spiritual body, which is usually only possessed by "immortal weapons", and their relationship is more like that of master and servant.

At that time, the spiritual power of his magic weapon was only able to simply respond to his questions, more like a small pet like a cat or a dog.

When the fourth heavenly tribulation began, Wang Jixuan started to take out various magic weapons and swallowed pills in large quantities.

He resisted like this until the sixth heavenly tribulation, when a mixture of heavenly fire, strong winds, thunder, extreme cold and inner demons began to appear.

Wang Jixuan had rehearsed this in advance, fully mobilizing every bit of magic power in his body and moving step by step towards the final ninth heavenly tribulation.

This is a matter of life and death. The power of the thunder is difficult to quantify, and Wang Jixuan can only try his best.

At the moment when the ninth calamity came, Wang Jixuan realized that he was totally unable to withstand it.

His heavenly tribulation was more difficult than the nine-fold heavenly tribulation recorded in classics.

He used all the means at his disposal, burning himself and rushing towards the heavenly calamity, with a few calls of "elder" and "nephew", he crashed into the thunder ball that gathered all the power, exploding the heaven and earth brilliantly.

This is how practice should be done;
How can I be content with mediocrity!
Snapped.

Wang Jixuan clapped his hands gently, and No. 5 woke up as if from a dream and looked up at Wang Jixuan.

She was still in a daze, immersed in the oppression of heaven's might and unable to extricate herself.

"You saw everything?"

"Ah."

"Want to cooperate with me?"

"If I have the honor," No. 5 exhaled softly, and his words became more serious, with a little more hesitation in his clear voice, "I'm just worried that I may not be qualified to discuss cooperation with you, just to ask for your help."

"As people in trouble, we should support each other."

The Taoist priest also sighed:
"Let's go. I'll heal you first. However, my strength is limited now, so I probably can't help you recover too much."

"Okay," Five nodded gently, "The world where your civilization is located is a piece of land, not a planet, right?"

"You seem to know something."

"Not too much, very fragmented, and I can't tell you." Number Five smiled awkwardly and looked at Gao Huating. "She should know more than me... I'm very upset now. I originally thought you and I were about the same, but I didn't expect there was such a huge gap. This is a blow to me. I may not be able to get along with you as happily as before."

Wang Jixuan raised his hand and patted her forehead: "Don't be so reserved, relax a little, Xiao Wei."

Snapped!
Number Five tilted his head back, raised his hand and knocked Wang Jixuan's thugs away, glaring and cursing:

"Take your hands away!"

"Look, I've found my form."

"I'm really impressed by you. You don't have the demeanor of a strong man at all! This is not what you remember!"

"This isn't...decline...Alas, life has its ups and downs, who can predict for sure."

"Damn it! You actually tricked me!"

"Thank you for your hard work, now you can move freely. Number Five should be considered one of our own now."

Wang Jixuan waved to Lingtong.

Lingtong responded with a smile and watched him bring the war puppet into the stone slab subspace.

She suddenly realized that she didn't know her partner that well.

(End of this chapter)