"Hey, there are new spots of light. Is this a new world?"
Xu Linan took out the Heavenly Mirror, and a golden light rolled up from it. Then it was like a mist receding, and the scene inside emerged.
A Taoist temple.
Letter to: Quanzhen Sect.
"Sure enough, this is a new world."
Xu Linan's face brightened and he smiled. The mirrors in the sky can reveal the world they are connected to.
"Quanzhen Sect, is it the period of the divine sculpture or the period of the shooting of the condor?"
Xu Linan expected it to be the latter.
Shooting the Condor, it was an era where talents emerged in large numbers.
As the Heavenly Mirror revealed its image, a figure quietly emerged. He was sitting cross-legged in the lobby wearing a Tai Chi robe, conveying the inner strength of martial arts and comprehending the mysteries.
It was Wang Chongyang, the founder of Quanzhen religion.
"It's actually him!"
Xu Lin'an didn't know him at first, but after seeing his name through the mirrors of the heavens, he knew his name secretly.
He waved his palms towards the heavenly mirrors, and the divine laws and assistant laws were transformed into golden characters floating in front of Wang Chongyang through the heavenly mirrors. Regardless of whether he agreed or not, each golden character went straight into the ancestral aperture between his eyebrows.
Wang Chongyang suddenly opened his eyes, "That was..."
There was an obscure text in his mind, like a cultivation method, "What kind of cultivation method is this?"
Wang Chongyang has never seen him since he was practicing.
This method is weird!
The more advanced he is, the more confused he becomes and the more fearful he becomes.
"I'm afraid it's a scam."
Wang Chongyang couldn't help but feel solemn in his heart, and he guessed: "My end is approaching, maybe it's the Western Poison that's behind it!"
"The Nine Yin Sutra is so touching!"
Wang Chongyang is very aware of the martial arts people in the world. "Even martial artists like Wu Jue are not exempt from vulgarity, whether it is Ouyang Feng or Huang Yaoshi."
There might be a trap in that technique.
He decided to leave it alone.
The Great Wilderness.
Xu Linan was a little surprised, "Is Wang Chongyang so cautious?"
Worse than him!
An article on how to cultivate immortality that can lead to immortality, but I don’t want it.
It's stable enough and it's a real dog.
A few months later.
Wang Chongyang still did not practice cultivation, and a news came out from Chongyang Palace.
Wang Chongyang, the leader of the Five Arts and the founder of the Quanzhen Sect, is dead.
The reason was that Wang Chongyang couldn't resist the combination of illness caused by overwork and hidden injuries.
As soon as this news came out, the whole world was in a panic, and they came to Quanzhen to find out.
On this day, the seven Quanzhen disciples stayed in the mourning hall with all their heart.
Suddenly a strong wind blew, and a figure in black robe followed closely behind.
He stepped on the branches and used the help of a few kites to flip over and into the mourning hall, just in time to meet the eyes of the Quanzhen Seventh Son.
Embarrassing!
"You thief, how dare you disturb the master!"
The Quanzhen Seventh Son was furious, and all seven of them launched the Tiangang Beidou Sword Formation. With a few sideways movements, they surrounded the black-robed man in the middle, and then all thrust out the Tiangang Sword Qi.
"You seven losers also want to fight with me?"
The man in black robe shouted coldly, and he slapped several palms in the surroundings. The palm prints were filled with skill and several clouds of black smoke.
"He is Ouyang Feng!"
Only then did the Seven Quanzhen disciples suddenly realize that they all avoided Ouyang Feng's palm, fearing that they would be poisoned.
The name "Western Poison" does not come for nothing.
Ouyang Feng once again slapped the crowd several times, but without using all his strength, the Quanzhen Seven Sons were knocked away.
All were seriously injured.
The next moment, Ouyang Feng quickly came to Wang Chongyang's coffin, "As the leader of the Five Absolutes, and you are in the innate realm, how can you die so easily!"
He didn't believe it.
Ouyang Feng took advantage of the situation when the Quanzhen Seventh Son was injured, and placed his right hand heavily on the coffin board.
Turning it upward again, the coffin board flew up with a "bang" and shattered all over the floor.
In an instant, two palms were suddenly printed on Ouyang Feng's body.
"No!"
Ouyang Feng screamed, he had no time to dodge or resist.
Although he had been mentally prepared, his body was not actually prepared.
"Pfft!"
Ouyang Feng spurted out a mouthful of old blood and flew backwards, feeling as if his whole body was being torn apart.
Don't talk about martial arts, just carry out a sneak attack!
Ouyang Feng only had one thought in his mind, "Run away, Wang Chongyang actually faked his death!"
It's shameless to still play sneak attacks!
Ouyang Feng took a deep breath and ran away like crazy. Once Wang Chongyang caught up with him, he would only die.
It's important to save your life!
escape!
Even the Quanzhen Seventh Son was dumbfounded.
Just ran away?
Just as they were about to catch up, Wang Chongyang, who was standing in the coffin, spat out a mouthful of blood. The Quanzhen Seventh Son hurriedly rushed into the mourning hall, "Master..."
There was no time to be happy that Wang Chongyang was not dead.
The next moment, Wang Chongyang was really going to die.
"My life is not long. Besides, birth, old age, illness and death are normal in life. You don't have to be sad."
Wang Chongyang was very open-minded.
No one can survive death.
unless……
Wang Chongyang suddenly thought of the mysterious exercise in his mind, "If I practice it, will I still be immortal?"
He suddenly wanted to try it.
Wang Chongyang said with difficulty: "Help me sit on the ground, and you guys will protect me."
A group of disciples thought he wanted to heal his wounds, so they stood at the door to protect him. They looked solemn and did not speak.
Wang Chongyang sat cross-legged in the mourning hall.
He no longer had his original arrogance, "If you don't give it a try, this mourning hall is very likely to be the real mourning hall. It's better to take the risk and give it a try."
"I have studied it and found that the exercises in that article are indeed miraculous and have all kinds of incredible powers of creation."
Even better than his innate skills.
On his deathbed, he didn't want to leave any regrets.
Wang Chongyang sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the mysterious exercise quietly appeared in his mind. The flickering golden words rotated continuously, like a miracle.
At the beginning, Wang Chongyang could only see the method of Qi Refining Realm, but it was relatively profound for him.
"Fortunately, it does not conflict with martial arts."
Wang Chongyang said in his heart: "Even if someone deliberately wants to harm me, I can't do anything about it now."
He is already half dead.
Only half of the dog is left to survive.
Two days later.
Wang Chongyang finished preparations and started practicing.
He operated the method in a jerky manner, guiding his internal energy to gradually transform into immortal magic power.
At the beginning, his speed was a bit slow and there were no clues.
The Quanzhen Seventh Son has been standing guard at the door, never leaving.
"Master's healing time seems to be a little long."
"I can't feel his breath, and I don't know what the master is doing."
"Does the innate skill still have this effect?"
They were all filled with doubts and various speculations.
Wang Chongyang's body gradually emitted a faint light, which was obviously different from normal martial arts practice.
"Is this something that martial arts can do?"
All seven Quanzhen disciples were stunned.
Is their master afraid that he will become an immortal?
But there was no warning.
"So, Master is still going to die?"
In the Quanzhen Seventh Son's understanding, "emergence" is just a glorified word, but it is actually still dead.
One month later.
When the Quanzhen Seven Sons could no longer hold on, the light on Wang Chongyang finally dissipated.
At this time, he slowly opened his eyes and murmured: "The first level of Qi refining has finally been reached. With the power of magic, it is even more powerful than the innate level."
Although Wang Chongyang has not practiced magic yet, after reaching the first level of Qi refining, his hidden illness has gone away.
Finally no need to die.
You can also cultivate immortality and have the hope of immortality!
"Why don't you seven come in?"
Wang Chongyang suddenly shouted to the Quanzhen Seventh Son in a bad tone.