From the fake emperor to the concubine

"What is this?" The old Taoist priest took the martial arts technique handed to him by Zuijiu with a puzzled look on his face.

I was so excited that I could hardly breathe after just reading the beginning.

The old Taoist priest stood up suddenly, grabbed Zuijiu by the collar and lifted him up, and asked sternly: "Where did you get this skill?"

Zuijiu coughed twice and said with a smile: "Brother, this was of course given to us by Zheng Xiaoyou, can you calm down a little?"

"This Xiantian Gong emphasizes being free from desires and following the natural way. Aren't you deviating from the original intention of this technique by being so out of control now? It seems that you, senior brother, are not suitable for practicing the Xiantian Zhen Jue." Zuijiu teased him in revenge.

The old Taoist priest also understood that he had indeed gone too far this time.

But there is no other way, he is not an ordinary cultivator, but the head of a sect. In many things, he cannot just consider himself.

This copy of "The Secret of the Innate" was specially sealed and sent here. It was obviously something specially given to the Wenxian Temple.

Just by looking at the core techniques of this exercise, you can tell that it is a secret manual specifically for Taoist practice.

Of course, it doesn’t mean that others cannot practice it. This "Xiantian Zhen Jue" is the most advanced technique for any cultivator.

However, if you are a cultivator, your understanding of this practice will be deeper.

With this set of skills, Wenxian Temple could become the top sect.

Under such circumstances, it is really difficult for the old Taoist priest to maintain a state of mind without desire or demand.

After reading this set of exercises from beginning to end, the old Taoist priest was so excited that every part of his body felt numb.

The more he looked at it, the more he felt the unfathomable depth of this technique.

Although it is a Jindan stage practice, as long as it is supplemented by appropriate high-level practices, it does not matter even if you cultivate it to the Shenhua or even Enlightenment stage.

The old Taoist priest even felt that this practice could be used to transcend the enlightenment stage.

Because this set of exercises is not just a set of exercises, it also contains the supreme principles of Taoist philosophy.

"Isn't this... a bit too expensive?" the old Taoist priest said hesitantly.

A skill that can make the entire sect a new one is more precious than any natural treasure.

"Brother, you have gone astray again, haven't you? Since that kid gave us the things, we should just accept them. At worst, if that kid has any difficulties in the future, we can repay him with all our strength."

As he said that, Zui Jiu chuckled and said, "Could it be that, Senior Brother, you still want to return this technique to that kid?"

The old Taoist priest subconsciously held on to the "Xiantian Zhen Jue" tightly, like a tiger guarding its food.

Anyone who dares to snatch it will be torn into pieces.

"That's it." Zuijiu gulped down several mouthfuls of wine. "Since you can't bear to give it back to the owner, what's the point of being entangled?"

The old Taoist priest's cultivation was already quite good, and he had already mastered the technique in just one afternoon.

With his level of cultivation, it wouldn't take much time for him to fully master a Jindan stage technique.

"Junior brother, you are saved." The old Taoist priest said excitedly to the drunken Zuijiu.

"Brother." Zui Jiu looked at the old Taoist priest speechlessly: "I am still alive and well, what's the point of saying there is hope or no hope?"

The old Taoist priest hurriedly explained: "Junior brother, the Xiantian Zhen Jue that Zheng Yi gave us can solve your cultivation problem."

"What did you say?" Zuijiu, who could hardly open his eyes just now, stood up suddenly and was almost sober.

Sea of ​​Stars.

Because of the two martial arts books that Zheng Yi took out, all the disciples of Xingxiu Sea are working hard to practice.

Except for those disciples who really had important tasks to attend to, almost no one was lazy.

Even the elders were trying hard to comprehend Zheng Yi's two techniques, hoping to fully comprehend them and take their own cultivation to a higher level.

At this moment, everyone's heart moved at the same time, and eyes from all directions gathered in one direction.

There, is the bedroom of the current leader of Xingxiu Sea, the Poison Queen Wen Ziyan.

The mysterious power seemed to have formed a black hole, madly absorbing spiritual energy.

The next moment, Wen Ziyan's figure shot straight into the sky like a meteor.

Flying towards the southwest.

That is the Xiying Desert, one of the four forbidden areas of the human race. There, apart from the yellow sand everywhere, there is almost no life.

Several other forbidden areas are because they are inhabited by extremely powerful monsters.

Most of the cultivators who entered there became food for those monsters.

However, this did not hinder the monks who wanted to embark on the adventure.

Hunting dangerous monsters can obtain a variety of powerful refining materials. In many cases, a suitable magic weapon can determine the life or death of a cultivator.

Because of this, although the other three forbidden areas are dangerous, there is a constant stream of monks coming and going.

The only exception is the Xiying Desert, where there is nothing but sand. Not to mention life, even minerals and the like are pitifully rare.

There is no benefit, and the climate is extremely dangerous. Only a monk with a mental disorder would go there to explore.

However, precisely because there is no one living there, it has become the first choice for powerful monks to overcome tribulations.

Wen Zi Yan had just arrived at the Xiying Desert when a bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket hit her hard.

Although this thunder tribulation could not do anything to Wen Zi Yan, it was telling him that the real thunder tribulation had already begun.

The next moment, a thunderstorm that covered the sky and the sun directly engulfed the world.

Zheng Yi looked at the direction where Wen Ziyan disappeared: "I really want to go and see what the thunder tribulation of the enlightenment period is like."

However, Zheng Yi was just thinking about it in his mind. For a cultivator of his level, he would probably be sucked into the thunder tribulation of the Enlightenment Period and be destroyed without a trace just by getting close to it.

Zheng Yi soon devoted all his energy to studying the Jindan stage exercises.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

Zheng Yi finally completed his comprehension of all the skills created by the Jindan-stage cultivators in the Xingxiu Sea Scripture Pavilion.

At the same time, the skills Zheng Yi created for himself were also completed.

After all, the overall idea had actually been slowly formed while Zheng Yi was studying those exercises.

But if you see any special ideas later, you can change them according to your own situation.

Finally, Zheng Yi named this set of skills "The Divine Art of the Son of Heaven".

This is a martial art that was created specifically for me, combining my own physique and talents.

Zheng Yi was certain that, whether in the original world or in this Canglan Realm, no one except him could practice this technique.

Wen Zi Yan is still going through the tribulation.

Zheng Yi asked the elders of Xingxiu Sea, and they said that the thunder tribulation during the enlightenment period is not the same as the thunder tribulation during the golden elixir or incarnation period.

It could be as short as one month, but it’s hard to say how long it will be.

There was even a senior from the Qingtian Sword Sect who spent a full six months just to overcome the tribulation.

Zheng Yi was amazed when he heard this. The enlightenment period seemed to be a very important stage in the cultivation process of a cultivator.

Just when Zheng Yi wanted to eat something to relax his tense nerves during this period of time.

Wang Haiweng ran into the Sutra Library in a hurry.

Looking at his livid face, you can tell that something big must have happened.

"Elder Zheng, the Nether Spirit Tribe has launched a full-scale attack on us. The Qishan Sect only held out for one day before the attack broke through and the inheritance was cut off."

"Now, the locations of dozens of sects are threatened by the army of the Nether Spirit Clan, and they have sent us distress signals."

"The major sects of Qingtian Sword Sect, Jinghang Mountain, Wuzhuang Mountain, and Chibi Mountain have already sent reinforcements to support us. We in Xingxiu Sea must also take action as soon as possible."

Although Zheng Yi understood that the situation was urgent, he was still a little confused.

"I know about this, but it concerns the entire sect. If the sect leader is not here, wouldn't it be better for you elders to discuss it?"

Wang Haiweng pulled Zheng Yi and rushed towards the sect's meeting hall.

"Elder Zheng, please don't be polite. We all know that you are best at handling this kind of affairs."

"This is a matter of life and death for the sect. We have already discussed it. Everything is under your command."

As if he was afraid that Zheng Yi would refuse, Wang Haiweng added: "Of course, this is also what the master meant."

"Don't worry, none of us have any objections, we just follow your lead."

Xingxiu Sea, the sect’s meeting hall.

Zheng Yi sat at the top, and the elders of Xingxiu Sea sat in two rows, looking at him seriously.

Zheng Yi patted the table lightly and said, "The war is imminent, so I won't say those polite words. Since you all trust me, no matter what I ask you to do, whether you understand it or not, you must do it according to my instructions."

"As a member of Xingxiu Sea, I will also do my best to protect the interests of our Xingxiu Sea and will not let our disciples of Xingxiu Sea sacrifice in vain."

"Now, I want to know how many disciples we have in Xingxiu Sea, how many are in the Foundation Establishment stage of weapon refining, how many are in the Crystallization Golden Core stage, and how many are masters in the Spiritual Transformation stage."

"In addition, we had anticipated this war a long time ago, so the head should have made preparations in advance."

"I want to know how many magical instruments and elixirs we can use."

"The front line is in crisis. Where should we in Xingxiu Sea go to support? Do you have any plans? How do we contact others and solve the problem..."

Zheng Yi asked many questions in one breath.

The leaders of Xingxiu Sea acted faster than Zheng Yi expected.

As soon as he asked the question, an elder stood up to answer it.

And there are many detailed questions, he can tell them all by just asking these people.

It seems that it was not a last-minute cram, but rather serious preparation in advance.

So in less than half an hour, Zheng Yi had a rough estimate of the power that Xingxiu Sea could currently mobilize.

After asking, Zheng Yi realized that this was also something Wen Ziyan forced them to prepare in advance.

Now everyone feels extremely fortunate that they have completed all these tasks in advance.

Otherwise, if we start preparing now, we will definitely be in a hurry.

Zheng Yi couldn't help but sigh. Just based on her overall view, Wen Ziyan was definitely the best one among all the people he had met since entering the Canglan Realm.

Since everything has been prepared, Zheng Yi will not be polite.

He appointed two elders and enough personnel to maintain the mountain protection formation to guard the sect.

The rest of the people all rode on the Void Cloud Whale and rushed to the place where support was needed, a small sect on the border between humans and the Nether Spirit Clan, the Chi Xiao Tang.

Although this sect is small, with only a few hundred people, the sect's headquarters is located on a major transportation route, so the Chi Xiao Tang is considered to have a rich family background. The power of the sect's formation is even stronger than that of some medium-sized sects.

"We will rush over to provide support first. Elder Wang, you will lead the follow-up personnel. Be careful not to fall into the enemy's ambush."

In the world of cultivation, although the strength of an individual is strong and can completely influence the situation of an abnormal battle, the number is not completely unimportant.

After all, no matter how powerful a cultivator is, their physical strength and magic power have limits, and it is impossible for them to fight endlessly.

When high-end combat power cannot determine the winner, it ultimately comes down to which side has stronger overall strength.

Therefore, Zheng Yi would not follow the original experience and send large-scale troops to provide support step by step.

A large force is necessary, and a small group of experts are also needed to rush over for support.

So Zheng Yi sent Lin Junrong, Feng Xia and the other two to rush to Chi Xiaotang for support as quickly as possible.

On the way there, Zheng Yi even met someone he knew.

Sword God Fang Zhuo.

A flying sword caught up with Lin Junrong's shuttle in the blink of an eye.

"Your strength has improved so quickly, I almost didn't recognize you. How long has it been? You've already reached the peak of the Golden Core?"

"No, you are only in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but your strength is no different from that of the peak of the Golden Core. You are really a little monster that is hard to figure out."

Zheng Yi politely clasped his fists and saluted Fang Zhuo: "Hello, senior. It's been a long time since I last saw you. You are still as elegant as ever."

Fang Zhuo curled his lips: "Why do I feel like you are hinting at me?"

Zheng Yi quickly explained: "I don't dare."

"Okay, you're welcome. I came here just to thank you. The situation ahead is urgent, I have to go to support you. You better not die."

As soon as he finished speaking, the flying sword under Fang Zhuo's feet turned into a ray of light and disappeared without a trace.

The gap between the Spirit Transformation Stage and the Enlightenment Stage is evident.

Only after Fang Zhuo left did Lin Junrong and Feng Xia breathe a sigh of relief.

Looking at Zheng Yi again, his eyes were full of admiration.

"Elder Zheng can actually chat and laugh with His Excellency the Sword God. Aren't you afraid at all?" Feng Xia said with lingering fear.

Although Fang Zhuo was not targeting them, the awe-inspiring aura of the human race's number one sword god had already made it difficult for them to even breathe.

"Senior Fang is very easy to talk to, so you don't have to be so nervous."

Lin Junrong and Fang Xia rolled their eyes at the same time.

Zheng Yi had never seen this before. Back then, Fang Zhuo was furious and killed everyone in the Mingling tribe. The battle lasted for ten days and ten nights, and he killed nearly 100,000 people in the Mingling tribe. It was a brutal feat.

At that time, the Mingling Clan sent two enlightenment stage masters, Cangyue Yanhuang and Manniu Lihuang, to hunt down Fang Zhuo.

But they could only follow Fang Zhuo and watch him slaughter those masters of the Nether Spirit Clan without any way to stop him.

In the end, Sword God Fang Zhuo became tired of killing and left on his own initiative.

"So cruel?" Zheng Yi was shocked after hearing Lin Junrong's account of Fang Zhuo's past.

This guy who looks out of tune is actually so cruel. (End of this chapter)