After hearing this, Deng Xingyan carefully took the Peiyuan Pill, began to meditate, and began to try to mobilize the inner breath according to the innate skills.
Wang Zijia's mind moved and she came to his chaotic sea of consciousness.
Name: Deng Xingyan
Cultivation: None
Spiritual roots: low-grade wood spiritual roots (6000/50,000)
Kung Fu: Basic Kung Fu (Wanyu Code Boy Chapter)
Magic: None
Martial Arts: Demon-Suppressing Kung Fu (the core martial arts of the Demon-Suppressing Sect)
Martial Arts: Demon-Suppressing Dragon Fist
Looking at the other party's simple message, Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows. This person's spiritual root was not bad, at least twice as high as the three thousand value of the low-grade one.
Wang Zijia checked it for a moment and started to try.
First of all, the value of peeling off one hundred spiritual roots is given to the cultivation level in the most direct way: a hundred years of skill can break through the innate.
Deng Xingyan, who was meditating, had just tried to adjust his breath. He was shocked to find that his cultivation began to increase crazily. From having Qi to feeling that the innate true Qi was born, in just a moment, everything fell into place.
It was as if he was extremely talented and had cultivated the innate true energy in one breath. He was just like an innate warrior when he started martial arts.
However, Wang Zijia's experiment did not stop because of this. Instead, he injected a wisp of pollution into the opponent's body and returned to his sea of consciousness again.
The value in the spiritual root was exchanged for one hundred for the supporting martial art: Demon-Suppressing Dragon Fist.
As its value exceeded 100, the Demon-Suppressing Dragon Fist also changed, developing extraordinary properties like magic.
But...it didn't become a spell.
It just became an innate martial art that could produce exaggerated and extraordinary special effects. The effect looked amazing, but to the monks, it was just a show, not as powerful as what Wang Zijia had learned from spiritual shaping.
Even Wang Zijia, who had already made speculations, was a little disappointed when he tried this.
He did not stop the test and continued to assign value points to the martial arts. It was not until he allocated 3,000 points in the opponent's spiritual root to the Demon-Suppressing Dragon Fist that this martial art completely transcended the ordinary and became an immortal, becoming a first-grade intermediate spell.
Only an intermediate spell can be produced with a value of 3,000 degrees, which is converted into explosive elixir, which is about 1,000 mana, which is even worse than buying the spell directly!
What a bad deal!
However, if there is no source of magic, you can consider this approach.
Then Wang Zijia exchanged all the value points for martial arts skills. Wang Zijia's idea was simple. If the same three thousand value points could turn martial arts skills into basic-level immortal cultivation skills, then he could continue like this.
The result...
Throwing in three thousand degrees of value, the skill has indeed become stronger, but not to mention how close it is to the cultivation of immortality skills, there is no bubble.
This broken martial arts actually has the same routine as Tai Chi, just like a bottomless pit.
This completely stunned Wang Zijia!
So it’s not because of the special nature of Tai Chi, but because martial arts that can cultivate innate true energy are bottomless pits?
Why is this?
As Wang Zijia's strong doubts emerged, Wang Zijia found that there was some obscure information about Daoguo in his mind, which was translated as usual.
Weight: Demonic Suppression Skill
Category: Innate Martial Arts
Grade: Not popular
Value: 3000/100 trillion
Introduction: Boy, is there something wrong with your brain? Just want to break through the extraordinary blockade rooted in the Dao in the world with a few thousand points? You didn't wake up!
Looking at this weight information, Wang Zijia first looked at the digital demand of 100 trillion, and he was completely confused.
100 trillion to create a basic immortality cultivation technique?
What the hell is this?
As the introduced information was read, Wang Zijia was at a loss for a while.
Break the extraordinary blockade?
What's the meaning?
etc······
It seems that the reproduction of Xiantian Martial Arts can be copied directly, right?
So...if this technique was the cultivation technique he had accumulated since he was a boy, could he copy it directly?
No need for an embalmer or inheritance master to recreate it?
So 100 trillion is because it is equivalent to re-creating a new path of practice in this world?
Or is it the immortal martial arts that can break the blockade of special rules that are difficult to teach?
Ha, no wonder Tai Chi has always been unsatisfactory. He thought it was due to martial arts in his previous life.
In his thoughts, Wang Zijia looked at the dazzling number of 100 trillion, and he knew that there was no need to think about the way to transform martial arts into immortal cultivation.
Nothing could be better than this!
As for why martial arts can become a technique, there is a high probability that to become a technique, you need to condense runes. In essence, there is no change. You cannot copy the martial arts into a technique yourself, so just learn it directly!
Shaking his head, he studied again for a moment, and after confirming various situations, he stopped.
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Tianhong Dynasty, Jingchan Mountain, Suppressing Demon Sect.
Since the founder of the sect, Wanyu Daozi Wang Zijia, left two months ago, this place has fallen into a little chaos.
The management of one hundred thousand people, or the management of one hundred thousand mortals who were suddenly thrown here, is not a little trouble.
Eating, drinking, and diarrhea are all big problems!
Moreover, everything including the organizational structure of the Demon Suppressing Sect was hastily established in half a month. The management was promoted in a hurry. Everyone had little experience and was a bit blind.
Of course, there are benefits. There won't be so many twists and turns in the new life, and everyone gets along quite happily.
This chaos lasted for several days, but there was still little improvement.
Feng Haonan, who was watching from the sidelines, finally couldn't help it and stood up. As a 'traveler', although he doesn't know how to manage, he has enough knowledge and his ideas are definitely active enough.
Therefore, he decisively made suggestions to the deputy sect leaders Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji, to go directly to the government and ask them to bring a group of officials up to get everything started first.
As low-level monks in Wanyu, Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji were not averse to Feng Haonan giving them advice, but they were very hesitant about the other party's opinions.
Feng Haonan thought for a moment before he figured out the key.
When a sect is newly opened and everything is born, it is the time to set the tone.
Moreover, almost all of the 100,000 disciples are ordinary people. Even though he now has the title of Fairy Boy, his respect for the government is still there.
Under such circumstances, if people from the government are asked to help maintain order, it is easy for people from the Tianhong Dynasty to put their hands in, and they are so involved that they accidentally become the demon-suppressing sect of the Tianhong Dynasty.
After figuring out the key, Feng Haonan immediately changed his proposal and still asked someone from the government to come to the mountain, but not to manage it directly, but as an assistant to the manager of the hastily built structure.
They are only responsible for looking at problems and proposing solutions, not for management.
As soon as such a proposal came out, Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji's eyes instantly lit up, and they hit it off immediately.
He sent many disciples of the Xiang family to ride down the mountain with paper kites. On the same day, a group of officials were summoned, none of them were senior officials, they were all experienced officials.
With the addition of these people, and the framework that Wang Zijia had built half a month before leaving, the Demon Suppressing Sect had a set of order visible to the naked eye.
After nearly two months of familiarity and exploration, the rules have been initially established.
The old officials were each sent down the mountain, but the impact of this trip was greater than everyone imagined.
Because the old emperor, who came to the foot of the mountain for vacation, took this opportunity to strike up a conversation with the deputy sect leader, Xiang Fei.
The imperial court suddenly had an additional department, a demon-killing department that was independent of the three departments and six departments and was nominally under the supervision of Qin Tian.
The establishment of this thing indicates that the relationship between the Demon Suppressing Sect and the Tianhong Dynasty is probably entangled.
Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji are not too disgusted with this, because the keynote of the Demon Suppression Sect given to them by Wang Zijia is to eliminate demons and defend the Tao, so in the future the disciples will inevitably go down the mountain to join the world.
In this case, it would be much more convenient to have an official body.
Under such circumstances, the Demon Suppressing Sect stabilized and grew at an extraordinary speed. Although it was just a kid, it had a decisive position in Tianhong, and everyone was watching!
Today, the Demon Suppressing Sect, which had been silent for two months after its opening, suddenly closed its mountain gate, refused to accept visitors, and announced that it would worship its ancestors for three days.
This move of Jingchanshan, which attracted attention from all over the country, aroused the curiosity of countless people, wondering what the Demon Suppressing Sect was going to do.
At this moment, on Jingchan Mountain, at the summit square, celebrations started early in the morning under the organization of various parties.
As the first ancestor worship event of the sect, although it was not as grand as the day when the sect was opened, with several countries gathering at the foot of Jingchan Mountain, it was not much different for the sect today.
The one hundred thousand disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect, without exception, all gathered in the Heaven Sacrifice Square early this morning to carry out a complicated ceremony of worshiping heaven and ancestors.
Time continued to pass, but no one was bored. Instead, as noon approached, countless people stared nervously at the center of the square, the high platform for worshiping the sky.
The ancestor worship ceremony of 100,000 people became quieter and quieter as the time approached noon, and countless breathing sounds could be heard clearly.
Deputy sect masters Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji, together with Feng Haonan and Liang Cheng, direct disciples of the founder, have already climbed onto the several-meter-high sky-sacrifice platform and completed a tedious process in front of a one-foot-tall crystal red sculpture. etiquette.
"The Patriarch gave me the order, opened the incense altar, and held the ceremony. The demon-suppressing disciples set up the Dharma altar and asked the Patriarch to come!"
"The Patriarch is here, my disciple Feng Haonan (Liang Cheng), now leads one hundred thousand disciples to suppress the demon. I invite the Patriarch to come!"
"Kowtow to invite the Patriarch to come!!!"
"······"
Following Feng Haonan's guidance, one hundred thousand disciples chanted and saluted three times in unison in the Tiantian Festival Square. The momentum was astonishing and the sound was overwhelming. Countless people watching at the foot of the mountain looked at Jingchan Mountain in amazement.
As all the disciples paid their respects, in the center of the Heaven Sacrifice Square, on the high platform, in the center of the incense table, a blood-red crystal sculpture of his own image was carefully enshrined in the center of the altar. It was left by Wang Zijia himself and was only a foot high. Suddenly a spiritual light flashed.
"bump!"
With a soft sound, the sculpture exploded in full view of everyone.
Before everyone could scream in surprise, the exploded sculpture did not spread with vigor, but dispersed into crystal red sand that filled the sky like sunset, covering the entire area of the altar boss.
The flowing crystal sand like mist makes the surroundings of the altar look like a fairyland.
Under the dull gazes of countless disciples, the crystal sand gathered together, and a huge shadow more than ten meters high slowly condensed out.
The handsome face has sharp edges and resolute lines, and the face reflects the dusk sky, making it radiant and eye-catching.
A pair of eyes as clear and dazzling as stars, shining with awe-inspiring heroic aura.
In those seemingly calm eyes, there is a depth of independence hidden in the world. Matched with a handsome face that is upright and strong, with deep contours like a sculpture, it is very fairy-like.
Coupled with the huge illusory figure at this moment, he is wearing a flowing robe, floating with the crystal sand, and his long hair is scattered on his shoulders, and also moves slightly with the waves.
In such a situation, with such an immortal posture, and with the blessing of the young man's perfect face, he is no longer like a mortal, but an immortal sitting high in the clouds above the nine heavens.
In the last two days, empty your wallet quickly, otherwise it will really get moldy! ! !
