The Condor Heroes: The Quanzhen Sect has produced a vengeful master!

It turns out that the Nine Yang Divine Skill has a special ability: to absorb internal energy of the same origin.

However, this absorption is not proactive, but rather passive.

The old monk absorbed Wang Jiuling's true energy, and the Nine Yang Divine Skill absorbed it back because it was Wang Jiuling's original internal energy.

Furthermore, since the Innate Skill had purified Wang Jiuling's true energy to almost no impurities, the more refined the old monk absorbed, the more it would be absorbed back by Wang Jiuling's Nine Yang Divine Skill.

One second the old monk was shocked that the true energy he had absorbed was so pure, but the next second he was filled with horror, only able to feel the true energy being absorbed back.

After the true energy returned to Wang Jiuling's body, it disappeared without a trace, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.

Just as the last wisp of true energy returned to Wang Jiuling's body.

boom!

The two separated abruptly, and the old monk's face turned pale instantly. He took a few steps back and was supported by his disciple.

His withered arm was shaken so badly that it hung down, trembling uncontrollably, and his veins ached.

Wang Jiuling, on the other hand, was sent flying backward seven or eight steps.

When he encountered a major crisis, he almost desperately tried to draw back his true energy using the Nine Yang Divine Skill.

His true energy was too domineering. As the saying goes, spilled water cannot be gathered up again. As a result, he himself suffered a considerable backlash.

Blood spilled from his mouth, and Wang Jiuling quickly took a deep breath to suppress the raging internal energy within him.

The two separated, and the violent shockwaves caused the Tibetan monks to stagger, and the chanting finally stopped.

At this moment, Ma Guangzuo and the others lay on the ground, covering their ears, their expressions finally showing some relief.

"The Northern Darkness Divine Art, you are Huanxi Miller?"

Wang Jiuling had calmed down by now. He looked at the old monk and slowly spoke.

The old monk, or rather, Huanxi Milarepa, squinted, his yellowish eyes scrutinizing Wang Jiuling from head to toe, the ease with which he had captured Wang Jiuling and his companions gone from his gaze.

His voice was harsh and unpleasant, almost like a corpse talking.

"What kind of internal energy is this?" He suddenly flared his nostrils, his expression a mixture of shock and joy, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out like parched earth receiving rain.

"This old monk...this old monk smells the scent of innate true energy!"

The old monk stepped forward, staring intently at Wang Jiuling, as if he wanted to devour him whole.

"And you're completely unaffected by my bewitching chants! Yes, that's right..."

"You're Wang Chongyang's successor? My worthless disciple died at your hands, didn't he?"

Before Wang Jiuling could speak, Huanxi Miler started rambling on and on, acting like a madman.

"Hehe! Hahaha!"

"Good! Wang Chongyang has hidden in Silent Valley. I thought I would never be able to catch him, but I didn't expect to find another one of his successors."

"You've even mastered the Innate Skill? Hahaha! Why didn't you appear sooner? You're so young, and your physique is far superior to Wang Chongyang's!"

"If you had come sooner, why would this old monk have gone to such lengths, waiting all these years?!"

Wang Jiuling glanced at Ma Guangzuo and the others behind him, then turned his gaze to Huanxi Miler.

"So, the abnormality in Patriarch Chongyang's body was caused by you?"

Huanxi Miller's eyes were terrifying; he looked at Wang Jiuling like a wolf eyeing its prey.

His words seemed to be a recollection, or perhaps a sigh.

"I cultivated the Northern Darkness Divine Art, and I thought my internal energy had no limits. I thought I could be truly invincible for a day!"

"But later I realized that the human body has its limits. No matter how much true energy you have, your meridians have to be able to withstand it, and your dantian has to be able to hold it!"

The Northern Darkness Divine Art...endless? Hahaha! It's all a lie!

"No matter how much I inhale, my body has its limits, and my life will eventually come to an end!"

"Wang Chongyang, he was a genius!"

"His innate skill unlocks the boundless potential of the human body, without limit or form!"

"When I first saw him, almost at the pinnacle of his Innate Skill, how utterly captivated I was by his physique!"

"It's too perfect! It's almost in harmony with the universe!"

"Only when his martial arts are completely perfected, and he is reborn through the Breaking Tile Technique, will his body be a truly perfect vessel!"

"My Northern Darkness Divine Art! My immortality!"

"It's a pity that Wang Chongyang's martial arts were extremely difficult to master, and he refused to pass them on to others!"

Looking at the frenzied, joyful Miller in front of him, Wang Jiuling roughly understood.

Just like the abbot of the Vajra Gate Temple, Patriarch Chongyang was also tricked by him and used as a vessel.

Or rather, a furnace or cauldron.

"Fool, you've lived for so many years, and you're not even as good as a dog," Wang Jiuling sneered, full of disdain.

"That Phowa method is just a story in Tantric Buddhist scriptures used to warn people. You don't know how to cultivate yourself and your mind. Instead, you are obsessed with external things and even fantasize about transcending them."

"You've wasted the Northern Darkness Divine Art by practicing it."

Wang Jiuling truly felt it was a pity.

If the body cannot withstand the strain, one will lose the will to strive for progress and only think of taking shortcuts.

The problem is that you're already trying to be opportunistic, but you also believed in the most unfounded myth.

The Northern Darkness Divine Art, one of the most powerful internal cultivation techniques in Taoism, was practiced by such an idiot.

The highest level of martial arts in the world all emphasize the cultivation of both body and mind, but this Joyful Miller does not possess this.

He chose "or" over "yes" or "no".

Then, seeing that "or" wouldn't work, he had to choose "[".

What an idiot...

Huanxi Miller had lived a long life, but was called a fool by Wang Jiuling, a young man. He looked at Wang Jiuling and his voice deepened.

"Wang Chongyang is old after all, but you are different! You are so young, yet you possess such skill..."

"Amitabha! May Buddha protect you! Hehe!"

Wang Jiuling still wanted to know more, so his face was full of disbelief.

"How could a master with unparalleled martial arts skills be outmaneuvered by a fool like you?"

Huanxi Miller looked at Wang Jiuling's back with a sinister gaze.

"Of course, it's all thanks to my good friend, Dharma Banner!"

Without his help, this old monk really couldn't do anything to Wang Chongyang...

Wang Jiuling originally wanted to take the opportunity to test what had happened to the patriarch, but Huanxi Miler's words surprised him.

Wang Jiuling turned to look at the two monks in plain clothes.

When Wang Jiuling turned around, the two monks in plain clothes also looked at him.

Is what he said true?

Faced with Wang Jiuling's question, the two monks in plain clothes did not refute it, but simply lowered their heads and put their hands together in prayer.

"Amitabha! Layman... a monk doesn't lie, what he said... is true..."

But our master has ordered that we must not reveal any more information..."