After a lot of quarrels, the Yin Tianzheng family finally calmed down. During this process, Taoist Taiyuan watched silently without saying anything, as if they were wandering in the sky.
"Eagle King, I want to let Zhang Wuji join our Ming Cult. What do you think?"
Taiyuan Taoist suddenly said something, which was shocking. Everyone had no idea why, and it was even more unexpected.
Yin Tianzheng was stunned at first, and then he was overjoyed. He was the Dharma King of the Ming Cult. As his grandson, it would be best for Zhang Wuji to join the Ming Cult.
Excited, he nodded repeatedly: "Thank you, leader, it's just right for this kid Wuji to join the Ming Cult! I have absolutely no objections."
Zhang Wuji was stunned for a moment before he came to his senses, and his expression immediately changed.
"This, this, Taoist Master, Grandpa, how can this be done? I am a disciple of Wudang, how can I join the Ming Cult?"
"Humph, Wuji, who are you a disciple of Wudang? Your father is a disciple of Wudang, but you are not. Besides, your grandfather, I am a member of the Mingjiao, and your adoptive father Xie Xun is also a member of the Mingjiao. It is natural for you to join the Mingjiao.
Even Zhang Zhenren can’t say anything!”
Yin Tianzheng snorted coldly, feeling very dissatisfied.
"What the Eagle King said is true, Zhang Wuji, your identity is complicated. Your father is a disciple of Wudang, but your mother is a disciple of Mingjiao. Both Wudang and Mingjiao have a deep connection with you. By chance, since you appear at Guangmingding, then
Joining the Ming Cult is God's will, and Pindao intends to teach you the position of leader in the future. With your status, everyone in the sect will be convinced, and it is also a good thing for the inheritance of our Ming Cult, so the matter has been decided."
Taiyuan Taoist had a plan in mind, and decided directly regardless of what Zhang Wuji thought. He knew that Zhang Wuji had a somewhat indecisive personality, and as long as the matter of joining the religion was confirmed, he would definitely not object.
Sure enough, although Zhang Wuji felt something was wrong, he did not object strongly and finally agreed to join the Mingjiao.
On Guangmingding, in a room, there were only two people, Taoist Taiyuan and Zhang Wuji.
"Wuji, how advanced is your Nine Sun Divine Attack?"
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Wuji was shocked and looked at Taoist Taiyuan with surprise on his face. He possessed the Nine Sun Magic Skill and was very secretive. Except for himself, he had never told anyone about it, but he was not mentioned by anyone.
Tao Po, how not to surprise him.
"Taoist Priest, you actually know that I practice the Nine-Yang Divine Art?"
Zhang Wuji was a little unbelievable.
"What's so difficult about this? You were poisoned by the cold poison of the Xuanming Divine Palm back then, and the poison penetrated into your internal organs. In the world, only the Nine-Yang Divine Technique of Zhiyang Zhigang can remove the cold poison. If you didn't have the Nine-Yang Divine Technique,
Protecting the body, I’m afraid I won’t survive now.”
Taiyuan Taoist's tone was indifferent, not to mention that he already knew the secrets of this world very well. He had even obtained the secret formula of Xuanming Divine Palm, and he had also understood the mysterious principles and knew it deeply.
, the palm power contained in this palm technique is so sinister and vicious. With Zhang Wuji's weak foundation in his youth, he was hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm. Except for the Nine Yang Divine Technique, which is the most yang and the most powerful magic technique, there is almost no cure.
"The Taoist Master is right. I have indeed practiced the Nine Yang Magic Skill. However, this magical skill is profound and unpredictable. Over the years, I have only been able to practice it to the point of great success. I am still one step away from the Great Perfection. This step
In practice, I always don’t understand it, and I don’t know why.”
Zhang Wuji felt relieved and stopped hiding anything. He told the whole story of his practice of the Nine Suns Magic Art.
"Although the Nine-Yang Magic Technique is not well-known, I know a little about it. This magical technique is powerful and masculine, but to practice it to a perfect state, it is not trivial and difficult. The last step is to open up all the major acupoints all over the body.
, break through layers of levels, and have to endure the pain of burning one's body in order to finally reach perfection. The yin and yang complement each other, the dragon and the tiger meet, and the internal power is endless. Otherwise, like your current state, if you use too much force and consume a huge amount of internal power, you will...
You may get discouraged and die, which is very dangerous, you must remember this."
Taoist Taiyuan is now cultivating Zhang Wuji, the son of the plane. With his arrival, he has forcibly ascended to the position of leader of the Ming Cult. Many things have changed. Zhang Wuji's current internal strength is not truly perfect, let alone the skill of the Great Shift of the Universe.
, But these are not problems. Taoist Taiyuan changed his mind and drew the protagonist into Mingjiao again, and also cultivated him. Such thoughts are so unpredictable that no one can understand them clearly.
"I see!"
Zhang Wuji has been practicing silently for these years, and has almost no understanding of the realm of martial arts. He just follows the script and practices the Nine Yang Magic Technique without any distractions. However, he does not know the profound principles contained in the Gate Magic Technique. Now he has heard about Taiyuan
The Taoist's words immediately gave me a feeling of enlightenment, my mind became much clearer, and I gained another level of understanding of the many mysteries of the Nine Yang Divine Art. However, it was still impossible to break through the many barriers.
"Taoist Priest, this magical skill is still dangerous, so what should I do?"
Although he understood a lot in his heart, Zhang Wuji still had some concerns. As Taiyuan Taoist said, the Nine Yang Divine Art is very powerful, but as long as he has never practiced it to perfection, it will have huge flaws. The consequences of being discouraged and dying are too terrible.
Well, as long as you are a Jianghu person, you can't guarantee that you will not encounter a time when your internal strength is exhausted, and Zhang Wuji certainly can't do it either.
"There is a way for poor Taoists, maybe you can try it."
Taoist Taiyuan nodded slightly, and then sent someone to summon him, saying that he was not allowed to come.
"Why did the leader call his subordinates here?"
After saying that he was not allowed to enter, he bowed and asked.
"Haha, it's not a big deal, I can't say, but Pindao wants to lend you the Qiankun Qi bag."
Taiyuan Road
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) The person did not hide anything and directly explained his intention.
The indescribable Qiankun Qi bag is neither silk nor linen. It is made of special material, invulnerable and extremely tough. It looks gray and inconspicuous, just like a big sack.
While taking out the cloth bag, he could not tell that there was still a bit of curiosity on his face. He did not know what the mysterious leader would use the cloth bag for.
"Okay, Wuji, this bag is an opportunity for you, go in."
Taiyuan Taoist asked Zhang Wuji to enter the cloth bag, and also ordered that the mouth of the cloth bag should not be tied with thousands of knots.
"The leader is so strange, what is the purpose of putting this kid Zhang Wuji into a cloth bag?"
I couldn't help but stand aside, watching this scene with great curiosity.
"Wuji, if you perform your exercises carefully and with luck, it all depends on whether you can achieve perfection in your inner strength. Remember, if you can't hold on anymore, stop immediately. Don't force it, otherwise you may burn yourself to death."
Taiyuan Taoist said in a solemn tone.
Although Zhang Wuji was puzzled, he still had great trust in Taoist Taiyuan. Without saying much, he directly began to recite the Nine Suns Divine Art scriptures silently. The internal energy in his body was gurgling, and the masculine and blazing skills were carried along with his mind.
stand up.
"Master, what does this mean?"
After all, I couldn't hold back my curiosity and asked.
"Haha, I can't tell. Don't feel bad about it later. I'm lending you the Qiankun Bag this time just to make Zhang Wuji's skills completely perfect. His cultivation skills are very special. Otherwise, he can't reach perfection."
Taiyuan Taoist smiled faintly, but his heart skipped a beat, as if he had an ominous premonition.
The two of them said a few words and then fell silent, quietly watching Zhang Wuji operating his internal energy in the Qiankun bag and practicing in seclusion.
Taoist Taiyuan closed his eyes slightly, and his mysterious innate spiritual sense came out of his body, using his hidden spiritual power to detect Zhang Wuji's cultivation status.
He only felt that there was a blazing and majestic breath in front of him, which was burning like a red sun, rising slowly. He sensed all kinds of mysterious ways of breathing, and he had a vague understanding in his heart.
I have learned a lot about the mysteries of Nine Yang Magic.
In a daze, the Qiankun cloth bag in the center of the room expanded like air, as if there was a strong whistling wind blowing, making a rattling sound, and the surrounding air became dry and hot, as if it might burn at any time.
There was a look of horror on his face. He looked at the round cloth bag not far away in front of him. His mind was shaken and he didn't understand why. He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
There were many strange phenomena in the Qiankun Bag, but Zhang Wuji was in extremely difficult condition at this time. His whole body was red, like a red-hot iron, his body temperature was frighteningly high, and the millions of pores all over his body seemed to be spitting out red smoke, and the clouds were flowing.
It was strange and mysterious, and many acupuncture points in his body were beating loudly. Although he was immersed in the practice of internal energy, he still felt that his body was full of bones, and there was Qi everywhere, but it was blocked by the Qiankun Bag, and he could not vent any of it.
, inside and outside the body, the strong zhenqi surged and crushed. This kind of pain was too terrifying.
At this moment, just as Taiyuan Taoist had speculated, Zhang Wuji's Nine Sun Magic Skill, with the help of Qiankun Bag, has entered the final stage. It seems that there are dozens of first-rate masters massaging and squeezing all the acupoints all over his body at the same time.
, gradually he began to feel that his acupoints were beginning to loosen.
I don't know how long it has passed, but from the top of the light, an earth-shaking roar suddenly sounded. The sound was like a dragon roaring across the vast swamp, or a tiger roaring through the mountains and forests. It was endless and mighty.
Nowadays, a large number of Mingjiao masters gathered on the top of the Guangming Peak. After hearing this sound, they all stopped what they were doing and rushed towards the source of the sound.
Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Wu Sanren, Yin Tianzheng and his son all arrived as quickly as possible.
As soon as they entered the door, they saw the strange changes in the Qiankun bag in the center, and they were all shocked.
"Leader, what is this?"
Yang Xiao was the first to ask.
"Well, everyone is here. Let's see a martial arts creation. Zhang Wuji is reborn today."
Taoist Taiyuan said something softly and stopped talking. His face was calm and he concentrated on understanding the changes in Zhang Wuji's energy.
Everyone looked at the strange scene in front of them with surprised expressions and said no more.
Finally, there was a loud bang, like a thunderbolt sounding out of thin air.
The tough Qiankun cloth bag exploded directly, with countless butterfly-like fragments flying everywhere. A crimson figure suddenly appeared on the ground, with a surging aura, and the surrounding air crackled under the pressure of his tyrannical momentum.
After all, Zhang Wuji used the tyrannical power of the Nine Yang Divine Art to penetrate all the bones in his body and break through many mysterious doors. His internal energy was perfectly integrated, and the yang pole generated yin. The internal strength of the body, yin and yang complemented each other, and reached its peak.
Taoist Taiyuan's eyes suddenly shot out a green light, which fell on Zhang Wuji. His face was red, his eyes were confused, and his mind seemed to be in chaos.
"What, what's going on?"
After a while, Zhang Wuji woke up and felt a surging feeling all over his body. Qi was everywhere in his limbs and bones. When his mind moved, his internal energy flowed and he could do as he pleased. It was unprecedentedly comfortable.
"Okay, Wuji, you are truly a genius. This magical skill has finally reached the state of perfection, and you have achieved the ultimate level of martial arts in one fell swoop."
Taiyuan Taoist laughed and was very satisfied. After all, Zhang Wuji was the one chosen by fate. Even though Cheng Kun had not aroused the flames of anger in his heart, he still relied on the help of Qiankun Bag to open up all mysteries in his body in one fell swoop.
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page) Guan, the Nine-Yang Divine Art is perfect.
Such luck made even Taiyuan Taoist have to admire him. He knew very well that the last step of the Nine Suns Magic Technique was really dangerous. If it were another person, even if he had the same situation, he might not be able to truly practice this magic technique.
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At that time, Monk Jueyuan practiced hard for thirty years, with no distractions and a sincere heart, but he never really mastered this unique skill. In the end, he ended up with the dispersion of Qi, which shows that this magical skill is not so easy to practice.
"Great Perfection? That's right. I have passed the final level of my Nine Sun Magic Technique. Is it completely practiced?"
Zhang Wuji was in a daze, and he still feels like he was in a dream, everything changed so fast.,
Ever since he reached the fourth volume of the Nine Yang Divine Skill and came out of the Kunlun Valley, his skills have tended to stagnate and he has not made much progress. He did not expect that he would succeed in one fell swoop today. Even though he was still a little confused, he was naturally happy in his heart.
Self-evident.
Yang Xiao and others stood aside and watched this change, everyone was shocked and dumbfounded, in disbelief.
The aura that Zhang Wuji exuded at this time gave them a feeling of oppression. They were all top-notch masters, and their eyesight was certainly good. They knew very well how shocking Zhang Wuji's internal strength cultivation was at this time. Everyone present,
I am afraid that no one has such a powerful and vast inner strength.
What kind of magical power can create Zhang Wuji today, so that he has a terrifying internal strength at a weak age? This question appeared in everyone's mind at the same time.
"King Wei Bat, come here."
While everyone was shocked, Taoist Taiyuan's calm voice sounded. Wei Yixiao was slightly startled. He didn't know why, but he still came over.
"Wuji, you now have internal strength, pure yang and strong strength, and are proficient in medicine. You can just get rid of King Wei Bat's stubborn illness. You can treat him for a while. Pindao will have something to tell you later."
Zhang Wuji nodded slightly. Although he was not old and had not much experience at this time, his skills were enough to dominate the world, and he also had a bit of courage. He was not as strong as before, and had a bit more vigor.
Hearing Taoist Taiyuan's words, he was not at a loss and behaved quite calmly.
The most excited person was Wei Yixiao. He still didn't understand why he was going to treat his stubborn illness.
As expected of someone who inherited Hu Qingniu's heritage, Zhang Wuji understood Wei Yixiao's injury just by taking a pulse.
"When King Wei Bat was practicing Ice Palm in his early years, something went wrong in his internal energy flow, and the extreme cold poison accumulated in his meridians. Once his internal energy was activated too hard, the cold poison would take effect, and he would need to suck human blood to survive.
The masculine energy in human blood can neutralize the cold and poisonous energy, so it is not difficult to treat it."
Zhang Wuji's words were like the sound of nature to Wei Yixiao. He was so surprised on the spot that he didn't know why, and his whole body started to tremble.
When everyone heard this, they felt a burst of emotion in their hearts. This was Wei Yixiao's secret. Not many people present knew about it. When they heard Zhang Wuji's words, they realized that Wei Yixiao's habit of sucking human blood over the years was not his nature.
He is possessed by evil spirits, but he is suffering from a stubborn illness. Such a situation makes people sigh.
Without further delay, Zhang Wuji's nine-yang magic skill was perfected, his internal strength was so high that it was rare in the world, and his yang was extremely strong, and his yin and yang complemented each other. He was more pure than before. To deal with injuries like Wei Yixiao's, he didn't even need any medicine, he could directly
Sit cross-legged and use your own internal strength to help Wei Yixiao eliminate the cold poison in the meridians.
Not long after, a layer of misty white air rose above Wei Yixiao's head, giving him a chill. However, his originally gloomy and livid complexion began to regain its rosy color, and his overall appearance improved greatly.
In less than half a quarter of an hour, the two of them stood up. Wei Yixiao laughed, his body flashed, a flash of green light disappeared from the place, and rushed out of the door. After a few breaths, he
It flew back again, and every time it came and went, its figure was like lightning, like a ghost, which was really frightening.
The Qinggong he displayed at this time was a little more calm and unrestrained than in the past, and his speed was much faster. This shows what a good opportunity it was for him to be freed from his chronic illness.
"Thank you Mr. Zhang for saving me. Old Bat is very grateful!"
After venting his inner joy, Wei Yixiao calmed down and bowed deeply to Zhang Wuji with a sincere tone.
"Okay, King Wei Bat, your chronic illness has gone away. You can no longer suck blood from people in the future. Is this possible?"
Taiyuan Taoist's calm voice fell, and Wei Yixiao was shocked and shook his head quickly: "Hey, the leader is joking. The old bat used to suck people's blood and had no choice but to do it. Now that the chronic disease is gone, how can he still do such evil things!"
"Okay, you can say that, Pindao is very pleased. In these days, I have obtained a Xuanming Divine Palm, and the martial arts path is similar to your Ice Palm. You can come to me later, Pindao teaches
This is your palm technique."
Taiyuan Taoist nodded slightly and said another piece of news that made Wei Yixiao excited.
"Thank you, Master!"
Everyone present knew the name of Xuan Ming Divine Palm, and when they heard that Taoist Taiyuan actually wanted to teach Wei Yixiao such magical skills, they were naturally envious.
"You don't have to be envious. Although this Xuanming Divine Palm is a unique skill, it is not that easy to practice. If it were not the same as King Wei Bat's martial arts, it would be twice the result with half the effort, and even a poor man would not teach it.
Your respective martial arts are already of their own. You only need to practice to the peak and you will naturally achieve enlightenment, but there is no need to covet these so-called unique skills."
Taiyuan Taoist snorted softly, which made everyone's minds clear, and then they all reacted.
"What the leader said is absolutely true. I was temporarily confused."