Forgotten Immortal Emperor Zun

Chapter 174 Advanced Martial Arts
Yuan Ye's legs trembled under the violent pressure and rotational thrust, which made him feel a little lost. He originally wanted to climb to the top to see what treasures his mother had left on it, but now he has only reached the 68th step. Legs trembled a little.

Maybe he can go up to another tenth level, but that would at most surpass the highest record left by his previous disciples.It is simply impossible to rush to the top.

Whether it works or not, he has to give it a try. He doesn't want to surpass the previous record, he wants to get to the top. There is no reason for it. Yuan Ye thinks that the things at the top are very important to him.

No.60 ninth order, seventieth order...

At this moment, the spiritual power in Yuan Ye's body was surging, squeezing the surrounding space with roars.

No.70 sixth order, 77th order...

"Pfft!" Spit out a mouthful of blood, Yuan Ye crawled on the eighth step of No.70.The powerful sweeping force almost sent him directly out of the Heavenly Ladder.

Yuan Ye didn't know how many steps there were, and he still couldn't see the top of the ladder when he looked up. Yuan Ye wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sat down cross-legged.

At this time, he was thinking, if he climbed up blindly like this, I am afraid that this is not far from his limit. He asked that the ladder was left by his old lady back then for the disciples of the sect to practice. Since it is used for cultivation, it must be Has the meaning of his existence.

Yuan Ye calmed down, and the wordless celestial scripture technique suddenly reached its peak, his spiritual sense was let go, and he felt the pressure brought by Wentian Ladder.

What he had no idea was that a drop of blood left at the corner of his mouth dripped on the ladder, a gleam of light flashed, and the drop of blood that dripped on the ladder suddenly disappeared.

The moment the drop of blood disappeared, a light blue phantom sitting cross-legged on the top of the ladder slowly opened its eyes.

……

Yuan Ye was still sitting cross-legged on the eighth step of No. 70, and he didn't know anything about what happened on the ladder at this time.

The rolling pressure and thrust squeezed the bones of Yuan Ye's body with crackling sounds, and the ruthlessness in Yuan Ye's heart was also squeezed out.

"Since it is used for training, it must be used for me."

Yuan Ye gritted his teeth, and withdrew the spiritual power from his body, and the true essence suddenly exerted force from his veins to resist the pressure brought by Wentian Ladder.

The martial arts technique was taught by the ranger that the old man Feng randomly caught him in Wangxiangang back then, and it wasn't considered exquisite, but if the ranger teacher could cultivate to the eighth rank, then at least this skill is not bad.

In this way, Yuan Ye stopped at the No.70 eighth level, continuously running martial arts skills, compressing his true energy.

One day, two days.

They didn't know that the sect had already fallen out because of Yuan Ye's disappearance.

As early as the second day after Yuan Ye killed the second elder, when Yuan Ye's title of killing God spread throughout the sect, people from the Hall of Law Enforcement went to the Yuan Mansion. After learning that Yuan Ye had returned to the sect, the Hall of Law Enforcement was everywhere Look for Yuan Ye.

After the first day passed, no one discovered Yuan Ye's whereabouts, and the guards guarding the sect were sure that they saw Yuan Ye enter the sect, and Yuan Ye turned into a ghostly existence in the sect for a while. , There was an uproar among the sects.

At this time, Yuan Ye opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of excitement. During these two days, Yuan Ye kept swallowing his true energy for training.

The true energy in the body was squeezed and condensed again, but as Yuan Ye continued to practice, it slowly increased, knowing that at the moment in front of him, Yuan Ye's martial arts cultivation had broken through to the eighth rank.

As for his current eighth rank, Yuan Ye is confident that within the same rank, he is definitely not enough to fight. Even a ninth rank martial arts monk, with his current strength of true energy, he can still make a few tough moves.

Yuan Ye stood up and walked towards the ninth step of No.70.

Eighty, eighty one...

Until the feet stepped into the No.90 step, strong pressure came to squeeze Yuan Ye fiercely again.

However, this time Yuan Ye did not cross-legged again to refine his true energy. He can't waste too much time here now. The sacred tomb is about to open, and the Zongmen will lead his disciples to the place of the sacred tomb for some reason. And missed to go to the sacred tomb, the loss outweighs the gain.

The ladder is placed here, and you can’t escape, but the opening of the sacred tomb depends on its mood. No one can accurately know how many years the sacred tomb is opened. The last time it was opened was more than 30 years ago.

Thirty years ago, a generation of people missed the age to enter the sacred tomb, and their roots did not match, so they could not enter.

Yuan Ye gritted his teeth, and the spiritual power in his body gushed out again.

Since his debut, he has never voluntarily backed down, unless he really couldn't hold on anymore.Now although his legs are trembling and his bones are crackling, he can still hold on.

No.90 eighth order, No.90 ninth order...

This time Yuan Ye threw himself on the No.90 ninth step, took a deep breath, Yuan Ye still did not give up, looked again at the questioning ladder where he did not know where it was top, Yuan Ye clenched his fists, The bones in his legs crackled, but he still got up and took another step up.

(End of this chapter)