Ten years later.
The sun is beginning to bloom.
A cry broke the tranquility of the mountain.
The spiritual light shone, and several elixirs that strengthened the muscles and bones were integrated into the baby's body.
The baby stopped crying instantly, and his two dark eyes looked at his mother and his father.
Zhao Yao didn't face the difficulties of giving birth at all. She regained her figure through the operation of her magic power. Her eyes were shining brightly as she looked at the baby's bones. She couldn't help but look disappointed.
"Xuan'er has no spiritual roots either!"
The baby had already been given a name before birth, named Xuan, in memory of Patriarch Xuan Yi's teachings.
"Since ancient times, spiritual roots have been given by heaven. Even if you are a human or fairy, there is only a chance of being a descendant."
Yang Jin comforted him: "Yao'er, don't be sad. If we live a long life and can have children slowly, we will definitely give birth to a child with spiritual roots!"
"What do you think I am..."
Zhao Yao's face was slightly red, and she said shyly and angrily: "Isn't it like a pig? How can I take care of so many children?"
Pregnancy and childbirth do not affect Dharma practice, but subsequent care of children is troublesome and requires a lot of practice time. Many monks in the world of immortality will choose to have no offspring or leave their descendants to be raised by mortal families.
Mortals raise children in order to provide for them until they die, but monks live long lives and can easily outlast generations and dozens of descendants.
Yang Jin said: "Besides, it's not impossible. After Xuan'er and Sisi have spread their branches, they can just choose someone with spiritual roots to take them to the mountain for practice."
"That's all, maybe at that time, I no longer have the thought of having children around my knees."
Zhao Yao sighed: "Xuan'er and Sisi have been away for nine years. At first, they thought about it day and night, but now they are used to it. The world is separated between immortals. Inhumane and ruthless, it is really the ruthlessness of heaven!"
Speaking of this, Zhao Yao suddenly understood why her ancestors were indifferent to future generations and had no concern for life, old age, illness and death.
After hundreds of generations, and after continuous dilution, it is difficult to say that there is any degree of blood relationship.
"If Heaven is ruthless, how can a poor man meet his wife?"
Yang Jin protected Zhao Yao and said affectionately: "If I can meet my wife, I have nothing more to ask for..."
Giggle!
A burst of crisp laughter sounded, and Yang Jin felt a lot of strength and forcibly separated himself from his wife.
Zhao Yao wondered: "This little guy was just born, how can he have so much strength?"
Yang Jin didn't take it seriously: "Maybe it's because of his natural power and the nourishment of the elixir."
The descendants of monks have been nurtured by magic and spiritual energy since their embryos. Some mysterious phenomena are normal, as long as they are not purple energy coming from the east or fairy light falling from the sky, it is nothing.
Giggle!
Yang Xuan laughed cheerfully and waved his arms, proving to the world that I am here!
A few days later.
Zhao Yao stared at Yang Xuan dumbfounded, climbing up and down in the house.
The black dog that was captured as a companion spirit pet was two or three months old and could not climb as fast as Yang Xuan.
"Husband, is there nothing wrong with Xuan'er?"
Yang Jin consoled him, "It's just that his body is several times stronger than that of an ordinary child, so there's no problem."
A few more days passed.
Yang Xuan had already learned to walk. While his parents were practicing martial arts, he led his spiritual pet black dog out of the house. If it hadn't been blocked by the formation, he wouldn't have gone to any deep mountain or forest.
Zhao Yao frowned: "Is this really okay?"
According to the classics of Xuan Yuan Zong, it would take several months for the heirs of the Taoist Gentlemen to be able to walk even if they took top elixirs to nourish their foundation.
Yang Xuan only had a few spiritual pills incorporated into him when he was born to strengthen his body and bones to ensure that he was immune to all diseases. After that, he lived on spiritual rice, but his strength far exceeded that of Dao Junzi.
"it should be no problem?"
Yang Jin was no longer confident at this time. It was true that Yang Xuan had grown too strangely. Wouldn't it take a few days for Yang Xuan to speak at such a speed?
"Don't worry, madam, this is our son, some visions are a good thing!"
really.
Half a month after birth.
Yang Xuan spoke, crisply
The voice is lively, without any slurred enunciation or stagnant sentences.
"Xuan'er really has a problem!"
Yang Jin looked solemn: "In this case, it is either the reincarnation of an expert or the awakening of Su Hui."
Zhao Yao wondered: "Xuan'er doesn't even have spiritual roots, how can he be reincarnated and awaken Su Hui?"
"The two have nothing to do with each other."
Yang Jin said: "The poor Taoist once asked my uncle, and he was very sure that there are mortals with spiritual roots who have awakened Su Hui, but without the qualifications to practice, they can only die of old age in silence."
Awakening Su Hui didn't dare to spread the word and let the monks capture him to search for his soul. He might as well live among the common people.
"Then I'll call Xuan'er to come over and ask."
Zhao Yao looked happy. If Yang Xuan was reincarnated or Su Hui, he must have been a great person in his previous life. He might be recognized by his ancestors and cast a spell to obtain acquired spiritual roots.
But then I thought about it, and I didn’t want my son to be the reincarnation. I always felt that I had lost something!
Yang Xuan was chasing the dog in the yard when he heard his mother calling and jumped into the house.
"Xuan'er, look into mother's eyes."
Zhao Yao used the ecstasy technique and saw that Yang Xuan's eyes were confused and asked softly: "Xuan'er, do you have any memories from your previous life?"
Yang Xuan shook his head blankly: "No."
"Have you ever awakened Su Hui?"
"No."
"Do you have any more unfamiliar memories?"
"No."
Zhao Yao asked a few questions in succession, put away the ecstasy spell, and said helplessly: "Xuan'er is just an ordinary person."
"Hello to ordinary people, very good!"
Of course Yang Jin knew it was not ordinary, but so what if it was mysterious and inexplicable, could he abandon the wilderness or be sent to reincarnation?
Since then.
Yang Jin paid more attention to his son. With his spiritual consciousness locked on him, he could detect anything strange.
It takes three days to crawl, ten days to walk, and half a month to talk, it’s nothing.
One-year-old is playing with swords, three-year-old is lifting wooden blocks, seven-year-old is playing with stone tables, ten-year-old is pulling out weeping willows, it is unclear how strong one is at fifteen, and the nearby rocks and trees are hard to estimate...
However, Yang Xuan's appetite is normal and he doesn't need to practice martial arts. It seems that breathing air every day can increase his strength out of thin air!
Yang Jin stood in front of the window and watched his son crush the spiritual stones with his bare hands and sprinkle them evenly in the medicinal field.
"It's a pity that Xuan'er doesn't have spiritual roots. Otherwise, if we could increase our mana, we could have a big shot in our family!"
Zhao Yao nodded slightly, but also had different ideas.
"I think it's good. The world of cultivating immortals may not have the freedom of the mortal world. Aren't you and me forced by evil spirits to cultivate in Qingyun Mountain? Xuan'er has such strength, he won't be bullied even if he goes to the mortal world!"
"Yes, the path to immortality is difficult."
Yang Jin looked in the direction of Xuanyuan Mountain and had not gone back for more than seventy years.
After all, the enemy is a big devil who has no deceitful ghosts and gods, and even the heaven can do nothing about it. He is far beyond the ability of Xuanyuan Sect to offend him.
...
This day.
The weather is calm and sunny.
The handsome young man in apricot-yellow clothes jumped three to four feet on the branches, grabbed the vines in the air and flew ten feet away.
From a closer look, it was Yang Xuan. The wind, snow, rain and frost hit him without leaving any trace.
Woof woof woof!
The black dog followed its owner and barked urgently. This place was too far away from home and it was likely that it had entered the territory of a powerful demon clan.
Qingyun Mountain is one of the two major demon clan holy places in Dongsheng Shenzhou.
And because the Heavenly Court issued an express edict, recognizing that the Qingyun Temple within a radius of three thousand miles was privately owned, many demon kings and demon emperors who were unwilling to surrender came to live in seclusion within Qingyun Mountain.
Maybe there is a peerless demon god living in seclusion in an unknown deserted mountain!
Yang Xuan smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, Heizi. The Cow Saint on the mountain is guarding you. Who dares to mess around?"
One person and one dog, one in front and one behind.
Speeding through the mountains and forests, climbing over more than a dozen hills, Yang Xuan stood on the top of a peak and looked into the distance.
The mountains and valleys are endless, and from time to time
There was a roar of a beast.
"What's going on there?"
Yang Xuan pointed at the mountain peak in the distance, which seemed to be cut off with great magic power, and a figure could be vaguely seen shaking.
Black dogs are born with sharp eyes and bark twice after seeing clearly.
"A group of apes are wrestling, and there are other monsters watching. It's interesting!"
Yang Xuan's curiosity aroused and he jumped off the mountain. After falling dozens of feet, he held up his clothes and continued to slow down his fall. He fluttered down the mountain like a fallen leaf.
The black dog's two small eyes widened. The owner's actions were completely different from the human race in the inherited memory.
Opening his mouth and spitting out the Zhang Qingshen Talisman, the demonic energy was activated and he jumped off the cliff.
As the saying goes, if you look up the mountain, you will run to death!
That's because the horse's strength was not enough. Yang Xuan and Hei Gou worked tirelessly and the other controlled the demonic energy. They climbed over several mountain peaks in half an hour and arrived at the half of the mountain peak.
"Fortunately they didn't disperse!"
When Yang Xuan heard the noise on the mountain, he couldn't help but join in the fun and hurriedly climbed to the top of the mountain.
The black dog activated the communication talisman in his body and followed him with a few barks.
Summit platform.
There is a huge arena made of bluestones in the center, which occupies 50% of the area on the top of the mountain.
On the ring, a red-eyed silver-backed ape was wrestling with a two-foot-tall black bear. The two sides did not need any innate powers and were competing solely on strength.
The apes are exotic species in the mountains, and the black bears are also unusual, with sharp dragon horns growing on their heads.
Roar! Roar!
Two roars sounded almost at the same time, and the hair on the ape's body turned into blood, and the black bear, which had expanded several feet, was thrown directly off the ring.
At this moment.
Yang Xuan arrived at the top of the mountain, and as soon as he landed, he saw a black shadow coming towards him.
"oops!"
Yang Xuan was startled, clasped his hands to catch the black shadow, and threw it down the mountain.
Just then the black bear reacted, its demonic aura began to circulate, and two feet-long wings emerged from its back, and it flew back with a slight flap.
The huge black bear, measuring 1.56 feet, flies on feet-long wings, which is really funny.
The demon clan watching on the top of the mountain finally came to their senses and saw that an outsider had arrived, and they all looked at the host.
On the east side of the arena, there were more than twenty demon kings with animal heads and human bodies sitting on the only row of stone chairs.
The monkey demon sitting in the middle, wearing a jade crown and a Taoist robe. If it weren't for the monkey hair on his face and hands, he would be almost the same as a human being, he praised.
"Little Taoist Sun Dali, this little guy is so strong!"
"Yang Xuan, meet Senior Sun."
Yang Xuan has an extrovert temperament and has never known the difference between timidity and introversion. He smiled and said, "The kid saw the wrestling in the ring from a distance and couldn't help but feel itchy. He came over to have a look."
Sun Dali asked doubtfully: "Aren't you afraid of the demon clan?"
"Why are you afraid of monsters?"
Yang Xuan wondered: "Everyone has one head and four arms and legs. They understand language and etiquette. They are no different from me!"
Sun Dali had great magic power, so he could only know that Yang Xuan was telling the truth and praised him.
"What a pure heart!"
Several demon kings sitting on the left and right looked at Yang Xuan approvingly, while the other untransformed demons looked up to the sky and roared excitedly.
"What the boy said is wrong."
The demon king with the head of a lion pointed at the demon king sitting next to him and said with a smile: "This guy has three heads, which is different from humans."
Yang Xuan looked over at the sound and saw a tiger with yellow skin and black stripes, with three tiger heads staring at it on its neck.
The tiger head in the middle said angrily: "Who is Old Huangmao referring to?"
The tiger head on the left said narcissistically: "Of course it means me!"
The tiger head on the right had a calm and calm temperament. He glanced at the other two heads with contempt in his eyes.
"Shame on you!"
Yang Xuan had only heard his father talk about the strange monster clan, but this was the first time he saw it. After thinking for a moment, Yang Xuan said.
"Every time there is a wise person, no matter the monsters, goblins, flowers, trees, or tables, chairs, and benches, they are all the same as human beings! This senior
The three heads all have spiritual intelligence, so they are three people. "
"That makes sense!"
The three tiger heads nodded in agreement, while despising each other.
"Such a mind must be a master!"
Sun Dali touched his palms in admiration and asked: "You are definitely not able to understand these words, but what the elders in the family said, can you visit me and ask for advice?"
Yang Xuan nodded and said: "My father's ancestor has been incarnate for more than a hundred years."
"What a pity."
Sun Dali sighed a few times and then said: "Are you going to watch when you come up the mountain, or are you going to compete on the stage?"
"On stage, of course."
Yang Xuan scratched his head and said sheepishly: "I don't know how strong I am. If I accidentally hurt my opponent, it can't be considered a foul."
Ho ho ho...
A series of unconvinced beasts roared. There were bull demons, tiger demons, and elephant demons and lion demons. They were all races known for their strength.
"Good ambition."
Sun Dali told the rules of the ring, only big demons were allowed to participate, and no magic powers were allowed to be used during the wrestling process.
The great demon is equivalent to the foundation-building realm of the human race. It already has complete spiritual intelligence, but it has not yet experienced the thunder tribulation of transformation and cannot speak directly, but it can also cast spells and transmit sounds through demonic energy.
"good."
Yang Xuan jumped onto the ring, cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me."
The silver-backed ape roared loudly: "The little guy has good talent, but the innate gap between races is too big. The poor guy only needs 30% of his strength."
After saying that, the ape's arm reached out and grabbed Yang Xuan's shoulder.
"Then I'll only use 30%."
Yang Xuan was five feet tall, more than two heads shorter than the ape, and his palms were three or four times different from the ape's claws. From a distance, he looked like a tiny little person waving to catch the giant's slap.
boom!
There was a sound of breaking through the air, Yang Xuan and the ape held their arms against each other, and neither of them stepped back.
There were excited roars from the audience. They had never seen a human race with such strength before. They looked like ferocious beasts that had eaten the Transforming Grass.
"Good boy, I'm going to use my full strength."
The silver-backed ape was afraid of hurting Yang Xuan, so he only used 30% of his strength to test. Seeing that the other party easily accepted it, he directly used his strength to the limit.
"bring it on."
Yang Xuan's eyes were solemn, and his arms felt the majestic power. He had never known what heaviness was, and he felt pressure for the first time.
"Good boy."
The silver-backed ape exclaimed, its eyes turned red, violent aura surged out, its two ape arms expanded to the thickness of a bucket, and its strength increased three to four times in an instant.
Yang Xuan tried his best, but could not resist such terrifying power, and soon the ape was pushed to the edge of the ring.
"Hey!"
With a deep cry, a strange texture appeared on the smooth forehead, and the muscles and bones creaked, and it quickly ballooned to more than two feet tall. The muscles were bundled, and the height exceeded that of a silver-backed ape.
His strength increased tenfold, and he could not only wave the silver-backed ape but throw it dozens of feet away.
Yang Xuan stood on the ring and glanced at the group of demons gearing up. His temper seemed to be much hotter than before, and he raised his fingers.
"Who else?"
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