Super God Dao Art

"The entry-level Xianwu Grand Handprint is actually so much stronger than before?"

Bai Ziyue glanced at the huge pit on the ground, even though it was not necessarily because the place was soft, even if he stood there, it would be easy to sink into it, but he was still extremely shocked.

"But thinking about it, it's normal.

This immortal martial arts big handprint is the sect of Xianfa 300 years ago. "

Bai Ziyue thought for a moment, then smiled, and felt normal again.

In its heyday, Xianwu Sect was comparable to the Xianfa Sect of the Kunwu Sword Sect, and it was only slightly weaker than the Chaoyang Dao Sect. How could the Zhen Sect be weak?

"This is still an entry, driven by internal force, and then I will convert it into spiritual force to display it. In the domineering, there will be an extra layer of agility, which can lift weights lightly.

And when the immortal and martial arts have been cultivated to the zenith, the immortal and martial arts are integrated, and the inner force and the spiritual force are integrated with each other, and then the terrifying power of this unique skill can be truly exerted.

The original Xianwu Sect was so powerful because of this unique skill. "

Bai Ziyue was looking forward to it, but he couldn't wait to use his soul energy to improve.

With the improvement of his realm, the rank of the martial arts and immortal methods he cultivated continues to increase, and the time it takes to improve has also increased accordingly.

It takes a while to get used to.

Even if this time is not long, but if something unexpected happens, he naturally has to find a safe place.

"Big brother is amazing."

The little girl Zhao Yue'er looked at the deep pit on the ground, her eyes widened, her mouth opened in surprise, and she closed it after a while, and looked at Bai Ziyue with a look of admiration.

"If you practice hard, you can do it in the future."

Bai Ziyue smiled slightly, touched her head, and then set off on the road again.

"Soul energy +65, +166, +812, +137..."

In the endless swamp, there will never be a shortage of killing.

Bai Ziyue pushed all the way, beheading countless. But compared to the countless creatures in the swamp, it is only a drop in the ocean.

The increase in the soul energy in his body is more due to the swamp, the killing of various creatures, and the increase in soul energy that really died at his hands only accounted for one-third of it.

After three hours, the ground gradually became dry and hard, and the trees began to stand tall and straight. Perhaps because of the abundance of spiritual energy, these trees seem to be a bit towering.

The leaves at the top are even more verdant and green, and even though it is the season of high autumn, they have not withered and turned yellow.

"It's almost here, that mountain should be Chaoyang Peak."

Bai Ziyue looked into the distance, a mountain peak, towering and huge, was blocked by continuous clouds.

Occasionally, you can also see some cranes and birds flying among them. Some people fly past in the void. There are also attic palaces and towering towers, which are vaguely revealed, like a fairy family scene.

Because of the route, Bai Ziyue missed Yunwushanfang City and directly arrived at the mountain gate of Chaoyang Taoism.

At the foot of the mountain gate is a place that looks like a small town. The houses are scattered, forming a huge street. It is not uncommon for people to come and go.

"Hey, there's another one here, and it's still with the family."

Just set foot in the town, a laughter came over.

Bai Ziyue looked over and saw that he was a bald man in his thirties. He was not angry, but asked calmly, "How do I get to the Taoist Pavilion?"

As early as before, he inquired about the regulations about joining the Chaoyang Daoist faction from the mouths of Yu Yangding.

I know that the Chaoyang Daoist faction does not have high requirements in this regard.

Even if it is a loose cultivator, as long as you have the aptitude for immortality, you can directly register in the Taoist Pavilion at the foot of the mountain, register and make a book, and within three to five days at most, you can officially become a disciple of the Chaoyang Dao School.

Of course, among the Chaoyang Daoist sect, as a major immortal sect, it has its own set of operating rules, which are generally evaluated in terms of age, immortal aptitude, or immortal realm to adjust treatment.

If the aptitude is too low and the potential is too small, for many people, instead of staying in the Chaoyang Dao School and struggling, it would be better to be a loose cultivator and be happier.

After all, there are many people who are unable to break the switch and become enlightened immortal masters all their lives.

Of course, like Bai Ziyue, those who need barrier-breaking pills, orifice-breaking pills to break through the realm, and more need follow-up exercises to increase the realm, naturally have to join the sect.

"Sure enough, another one came to enter the Chaoyang Dao School.

But, are you ready to stay in Chaoyang Dao School for 30 years and be a slave and a servant?

in addition……"

The bald man's eyes squinted slightly, and he looked at Bai Ziyue playfully. Said: "Then whether the entrance to the pavilion can see you, but not necessarily."

"how you said that?"

Bai Ziyue frowned slightly and asked.

"Your Excellency has traveled thousands of miles across the Yunmiao Mountain Swamp to come here, and bluntly said that you want to enter the Taoist Pavilion. Isn't it because of those many martial arts resources, or even Xiantian Dan, that you are willing to give up your freedom and become a martial arts slave?"

The bald-headed man said, shook his head, and continued: "If it was ten years earlier, generally a martial artist with internal strength realm strength, Chaoyang Dao School would reluctantly accept it.

But after ten years ago, after the identities of the seven innate ancestors of the Seven Sword Mountains of the martial arts faction were revealed to be the martial slaves of the Chaoyang Dao faction, more and more warriors broke into this place regardless of the danger.

In addition, among the Chaoyang Daoist sect, there are also many secular family members of the disciples, who have become martial slaves for a certain future without the qualifications of immortal law.

Today, the martial arts cultivation base has not reached second-rate, but he cannot enter that fairy gate. "

Saying that, he looked up at Bai Ziyue again, full of pity.

Although he couldn't see through Bai Ziyue's martial arts realm, but only by looking at the face of the opponent, he could conclude that the opponent's strength was definitely not strong, at least not at the level of a second-rate master.

As for Bai Ziyue, one dog, one girl and one girl, he was not surprised that he crossed the Yunmiao Mountain swamp safely.

Although the swampy land is dangerous, with countless people passing through, there are already many relatively safe places that have been marked.

In addition, there are caravans passing through every month to reach Yunmiao Shanfang City. The real distance to travel is only thirty miles. In fact, as long as you are careful enough, plus you have the strength above the internal force level, and have a certain self-protection force, you can naturally reach this place smoothly.

"Oh? Wunu? But I didn't want to become a Wunu."

Frowning, although he is also an immortal cultivator, he is also an orthodox martial arts practitioner. The title of Wunu really made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Aren't you still an immortal monk?"

When the bald man heard the words, he couldn't help but said contemptuously.

"Is there a problem?"

Bai Ziyue glanced at him lightly, and with a little finger, a mass of orange-red flames burst out in his hand.

With a slight flick, the flame disappeared immediately, and he didn't stop, and stepped directly into the town.

This town is not big, even if the bald man is not big, he can find the entrance to the pavilion by walking a few steps at most, but he doesn't need to inquire.

"Really an immortal monk?"

The bald-headed man stared at him, his face flushed red, and he looked a little ashamed.

His original intention was to deliberately propose the regulations of the Chaoyang Daoist Sect, so that Bai Ziyue would return disappointed, so as to satisfy his schadenfreude.

Unexpectedly, the other party was not a martial artist at all, but a monk with immortal aptitude... This made him a little embarrassed.

In the depths of his eyes, there is a strong color of envy.

"Old Cao, are you deflated?

You see people dressed in white, coming all the way, but without the slightest damage or dirt, can't you see the extraordinaryness of the other party? "

A middle-aged man wearing black long sleeves and showing yellow teeth said with a big smile.

"Who knew that he was dressed as a martial artist, but he was still an immortal monk?

No, I have to take a look.

Chaoyang Daoist disciples are divided into four grades according to age, aptitude, and realm.

The first class is respected, the fourth class is the last, if it is the fourth class, even if you join, you are just a handyman disciple, and your status is not much higher than my martial slave.

I'd like to see where he'll be classified. "

Having said that, Lao Cao also hurried to keep up, wanting to see it.

In the small town, there are many warriors like them who have not been able to join the Chaoyang Dao School.

There is a lot of free time, and he likes to have fun, and soon there are a lot of people who follow.

"Enter the Taoist Pavilion!"

Bai Ziyue only walked for a few minutes before he found the entrance to the Taoist Pavilion. Without hesitation, he settled the little black dog aside, then took Zhao Yueer's hand and stepped in directly.

"You want to join our Chaoyang Taoist faction?"

Entering the Taoist Pavilion, an old man with gray hair looked up at Bai Ziyue and said casually, "How is your cultivation?"

"The ninth floor of the Qi refining period!"

Bai Ziyue said in a deep voice.

"Um?"

The old man raised his head suddenly and said in shock, "Aren't you a martial artist?"

"I'm used to restraining my breath."

It was only then that Bai Ziyue suddenly realized why the bald man had decided that he was a warrior.

He was dressed like a warrior.

He quickly unfolded the breath of his body.

Immediately, a sense of lightness belonging to the immortal cultivator came out from him.

"Sure enough, it is the ninth floor of the Qi refining period."

The old man breathed a sigh of relief, stood up quickly, and immediately became much more enthusiastic. He also greeted a young monk beside him, served hot tea, and invited him to take a seat.

At the door, Lao Cao and the others, who were peeping at them, had their eyes wide open, with expressions of shock on their faces.

The ninth floor of the Qi refining period?

Even though they knew for a long time that Bai Ziyue was an immortal cultivator, they never expected that the other party's immortal cultivation would be so high.

In the ninth floor of the Qi-refining period, among the Chaoyang Daoist sect, they are all elite disciples.

His status in the Chaoyang Dao faction is higher than that of a veteran handyman who has broken through to the innate realm in martial arts.

As for Wunu, it is actually their self-deprecating statement.

My eyes hurt so much, sorry for the delay.