"Senior Black Robe, and this junior have failed to repay your great kindness..."
Shen Lang knelt on the ground with a sad look on his face.
The black-robed venerable was slightly touched and said coldly: "Boy, you are not my disciple, why are you kneeling to me? You are no longer what you used to be, so there is no need to worship me as a dying soul."
Shen Lang retorted: "No! The senior in black robe teaches the younger generation magical powers. This is undoubtedly the same as respecting the teacher. To inherit this great kindness, it is nothing to pay homage to him."
The black-robed venerable was silent for a while, then sighed and said: "Zhen Yuanzi had countless disciples in his life. It's ridiculous that he didn't have any disciples to see him off before he died. I didn't expect you to come here like this today... It's a pity that you are not me." Disciple, otherwise I wouldn’t be here sighing.”
Feeling that his remnant soul was about to disappear, the black-robed venerable still had some worldly ideas in his heart. He also wanted someone to inherit his mantle, but unfortunately this was just a fantasy after all.
Shen Lang took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "It's so simple, if the senior in black robe doesn't dislike it, I will worship you as my teacher now. What do you think?"
"What!"
The black-robed venerable was greatly shocked and asked, "Boy Shen Lang, are you really willing to become my disciple?"
"Of course I am willing, junior!"
Shen Lang said solemnly.
The black-robed venerable taught him the Immortal-Slaying Sword Code in the past, and now he has taught him the Blood Shadow Divine Art. Even if he doesn't have the ritual of becoming a master, Shen Lang will regard him as half of his master in his heart.
Now that the remnant soul of the black-robed venerable is about to disappear, Shen Lang feels ashamed of the other party. If he can satisfy the black-robed venerable's wish by becoming a disciple, Shen Lang is certainly willing to do so.
"Hahaha! Okay, I finally have a disciple."
The black-robed venerable laughed loudly, appearing very happy.
He came to Shen Lang with great excitement, and put his hands on Shen Lang's shoulders, "Shen Lang, boy, this is what you said, from now on you will be my disciple!"
"Master, please bow to me, my disciple!"
Shen Lang respectfully knelt down towards the black-robed Venerable to express his respect.
"very good!"
The black-robed venerable's tone was a bit more garbled.
As the evil avatar of Zhen Yuanzi, he has always lived in the shadow of Zhen Yuanzi since the day he was born. He never thought that one day he would be able to accept a disciple, and he would also be the chosen one with the hope of breaking the laws of heaven!
This kind of excitement and emotion left him speechless.
"Disciple Shen Lang, it's a pity that I can't see you grow up with my own eyes as my master, and I can't help you in any way. I can only give you some magical secrets on my deathbed as a gift from my apprenticeship!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed venerable used up the last strength in his soul and spat out a large number of golden words.
The golden words gathered like waves and forced their way into Shen Lang's brain.
"hiss!"
Shen Lang felt a stabbing pain in his head, and then countless golden words poured into his mind.
After careful perception, it turned out to be many magical powers and techniques in the Taoist book "Nei Jing Yuan Zong".
Only a moment later, the black-robed venerable taught Shen Lang all the thirty-six Xuanmen magical powers in the Neijing Yuan Sect. The golden words had penetrated deeply into Shen Lang's mind and were extremely clear.
These thirty-six kinds of Taoist supernatural powers are all-encompassing, including the "Panlong Holy Law" from Xianyue Sanxing Cave, the "Dique Golden Chapter" from Shushan, the "Nine-grade Golden Immortal Curse" from Chanjiao, and the "Shangqing" from Jiejiao. Baozhuan" and many other kinds of magical powers.
Each Xuanmen magical power contains many magical spells, which can be used in various scenarios and are of great use.
"Although these magical secrets taught to you by my master are not one ten thousandth as good as "Blood Nerve", they are also the top magical powers in the Neijing Yuan Sect."
"With your current cultivation and qualifications, you can master various magical powers and techniques in Neijing Yuanzong without spending too much time. It may be of some help to you."
The black-robed venerable said earnestly.
"Thank you Master!"
Shen Lang was deeply moved and thanked him immediately.
"Disciple, I have left as my master. I only hope that you can turn the bad things into good fortune, and one day be able to practice the Blood Shadow Magic Art to a great level and break this damn law of heaven!"
After the black-robed venerable gave instructions with great emotion, the phantom body turned into a black smoke and dispersed.
"Disciple, I will keep this in mind!"
Shen Lang looked solemn and bowed deeply in the direction where the black-robed venerable disappeared.
The next moment.
The space in the wasteland battlefield began to distort, and the surrounding scenes began to change rapidly.