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Small barren mountain, inside a wooden house.
While eating the spirit melon, Wang Xiu put the jade slip between his eyebrows and read the information of "Buddha Jue" in it.
"The second-level high-grade technique is majestic and majestic. The magic power produced by the cultivation is extremely strong and yang, which matches my Xuanhuang Daoji!"
This technique includes two realms of practice: Qi refining and foundation building.
There is also an article on the art of transforming qi in the jade slips.
It explains in detail how to convert the mana of other exercises into the mana of "Buddha Jue".
One month later.
Wang Xiu put down the jade slip and couldn't help but sigh: "The second-level skills are indeed much more complicated than the first-level ones."
The Futu Jue is a second-level high-grade skill that is extremely mysterious and complicated.
It's far superior to his previous Chaotian Jue.
With the help of faith, it took Wang Xiu a month to initially understand this technique and gain the confidence to practice it.
"Next, we need to start adjusting the skills to convert the mana of "Chaotian Jue" in the body into the mana of "Futu Jue"!"
This process is destined not to be accomplished in a day, but should be done slowly, like a drop of water piercing a stone.
Moreover, Wang Xiu must go to the wild world to practice, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is abundant, which is of great help to practice.
suddenly.
at this time.
Above the small barren mountain, a huge Cattail Fan floated over.
There is a person sitting on the cattail leaf fan.
"Xijiu Peak, Lingtian No. 48 is on duty. Where is Wang Xiu?"
Wang Xiu pushed open the door and walked out with a smile on his face and said with some respect: "This disciple is Wang Xiu. May I ask who is my senior brother?"
On the cattail leaf leaf, an inner disciple in the early stage of foundation building looked impatient and threw out a golden token: "I was ordered by the elder of the General Affairs Hall to collect the spirit melons!
Hurry up and harvest all the ripe spiritual melons and deliver them to me so that I can go back and recover! "
The person in charge of this matter before was Zhou Yun.
He has died in Yimu Secret Realm.
Unexpectedly, the superiors actually sent a foundation-building disciple to take care of this matter.
Taixuanmen is already short of people to this extent?
Wang Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, made some calculations secretly, and asked: "Senior brother, it seems that the time to collect the spirit melons has not yet come, right?"
It has been less than ten months since the last melon harvest.
The melons in the spiritual field are only partially ripe.
When the inner disciple heard this, he raised his brows and said displeasedly: "You can harvest melons if you are asked to do so. Why are there so many problems? Don't you recognize the token from the General Affairs Hall?"
Wang Xiu immediately stopped talking and honestly began to collect the melons.
at the same time.
He inadvertently observed the inner disciple with his spiritual consciousness, and saw that his expression was empty, he didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't pay attention to Wang Xiu's movements.
Before, when Zhou Yun was collecting melons, he kept staring with a pair of sneaky eyes, as if he was afraid that Wang Xiu might steal a few melons.
in comparison.
However, this inner disciple seemed to be just trying to complete his task and did not care about the specific harvest of the melon field.
"After all, he is a foundation-building monk, and there are many ways to earn spiritual stones. It's normal to look down on this little bit of profit!"
Wang Xiu thought about it secretly and felt that he could make it through, but he still felt a little strange in his heart.
It didn't take long.
He put the spirit melon into a storage bag, stuffed two spirit stones, and handed it over: "Senior brother, you are troubled! May I ask your name, so I can meet you next time!"
The inner disciple received the spirit stone and his expression softened a bit. When he heard Wang Xiu's words, he suddenly showed a strange expression: "Next time?"
He shook his head, quickly calmed down his expression, said nothing, and drove the magic weapon away.
Wang Xiu obviously noticed.
There was a hint of absurdity and ridiculousness in the disciple's eyes just now.
Where is the ridiculousness?
…
Wang Xiu's uneasiness gradually grew stronger.
He had a strong premonition.
Something must have happened.
He stopped to meditate on the exercises, left Xiaohuang Mountain, and wandered among the peaks.
Taixuanmen is still lively.
There is a strong atmosphere of practice between the peaks.
Some disciples were practicing swordsmanship on the Jianping Ping. Various flying swords and spells were lit up, causing a lot of applause.
Someone was under the waterfall, using the power of the thousand-foot waterfall to hone his magic power.
Some people sat together under the ancient paulownia tree and discussed Taoism.
He looked like a great sect of the Immortal Family.
He walks on the mountain path.
Suddenly, a young-looking girl walked towards him and saluted him: "This is senior brother!"
Wang Xiu asked: "What's the matter?"
The girl was a little embarrassed and said: "I am a new disciple. I would like to ask, where is the Sutra Pavilion?"
Wang Xiu pointed the way to her: "You went to the wrong peak. The Sutra Pavilion is at Qiudao Peak. This is Xuanjianfeng. You go that way!"
The girl stuck out her tongue and said a little coquettishly: "Thank you, senior brother!"
It's just a small thing.
Wang Xiu didn't take it seriously and planned to go to the mission hall. There were many people there, so there might be some news.
However.
Everything is normal.
No different than usual.
It couldn't be more normal, and it didn't look like he had just experienced the war at all.
So what went wrong?
On the way home.
Wang Xiu met several groups of new disciples asking for directions.
Taixuan Sect has just suffered a big war, and there is a lack of fresh blood, so it is necessary to expand the number of disciples.
That makes sense...
wrong!
Wang Xiu suddenly stopped, and an idea suddenly burst into his mind.
He knew something was wrong!
New disciple!
There are too many new disciples.
Along the way, most of them were unfamiliar faces with low cultivation levels, and most of them only had one or two levels of Qi refining.
It is rare even in the middle stage of Qi refining.
Especially places like the Sutra Pavilion, where inner disciples often come and go. Wang Xiu stayed there for a long time, but he didn't even see a single inner disciple...
As for the true disciples, let alone that!
"If I remember correctly, in that battle... not many inner disciples were killed... Why did it seem like they all disappeared overnight?"
Wang Xiu's thoughts raced rapidly, and he quickly thought of a possibility.
Could it be!
——Tai Xuan Sect is transferring core disciples!
boom!
When he thought of this, many of the frustrations and confusions in his mind suddenly collapsed, and his thoughts suddenly became clear.
"Although the eight major sects were wiped out in that battle, Taixuan Sect is not safe!"
"Although the senior officials of Taixuan Sect have long expected that the eight major sects have disloyal intentions, but to eliminate the eight major sects in this way and even lose a peak master at the Golden Core stage, isn't it a sign of insufficient foundation?"
"I can detect this, but the other major immortal sects... I'm afraid they know more!"
Jiang State has a vast territory and has nine immortal sects, which stand above all the sects and dominate hundreds of millions of living beings.
Taixuanmen is one of them.
The nine immortal sects have a long history and rich heritage.
Different styles.
But the only thing they have in common is that they all have Yuan Ying Ancestor sitting in charge.
There are only old monsters of that level.
Only then can we suppress all the evildoers!
Crush all disobedient hearts!
But now... the ancestor of Yuanying of Taixuan Sect may not be in good condition!
Last time, although there was news of fake death, it deceived the eight affiliated sects into seeking their own death.
But it counts in terms of time.
He is indeed approaching the end of his life.
