Villain Boss: Start from the East Undefeated

Chapter 457 The Gap Between the Methods of Practice

"Why don't I just leave!"

Listening to the voice that rang in his ears, such a thought popped into Dongfang's mind.

He can hide his strength.

But aptitude is innate, it cannot be enhanced, it cannot be felt, and it is impossible to hide it.

The Jiuhua Immortal Sect is one of the top three sects on this continent, an existence of the overlord level.

Inherited for more than tens of thousands of years, it has been standing still, and its strength is no joke.

Slowly pushing open the door, Dongfang saw figures all walking towards the mountain gate with their heads buried in their heads.

At this time, the sky will be bright, and there should not be many people who will notice him.

"Fairy Dongfang... let's go together!"

"Fairy Dongfang, I will show you the way!"

"Oriental Fairy..."

Not far from the door, one after another figure saw Dongfang, they approached him instantly, and started chatting very enthusiastically.

Especially that gaze, which is full of fire.

Several people sucked in the air even harder, their faces flushed.

Some comprehension families, forces, and some princes almost all regard it as a great honor to marry a fairy from the Dongfang family.

The beauties of the Eastern clan are famous.

"Ok!"

Feeling those fiery gazes, Dongfang hummed lightly, nodded slightly as a greeting, and walked forward on his own.

The performance is extremely cool.

These people must not give them the slightest expectation.

The special girl veil on her face reveals her identity almost all the time.

This veil not only represents the virgin body, but also represents the Eastern clan, and it is a warning to those who have evil intentions.

Same thing... attracting bees and attracting butterflies.

Walking along the way, it attracted a lot of attention. Dongfang was used to it and didn't take it seriously. He looked at the task panel while walking.

"Mission 1: Become an Immortal, mission points +10000, no penalty."

"Task 2: obsessive task, divorce, task points +3000."

"Mission 3: Unlocked."

"really……"

Looking at the tasks on the task panel, Dongfang was a little speechless, even if he ran away, he would give up this identity, and he would have to divorce.

This is outrageous!
"Huh...that's it?"

Dongfang looked suddenly at the heads of the people beside him.

There was a strange cloud of smoke above the head, some were white, some were gray.

"Fate? It's not like... Could it be luck?"

Dongfang was a little surprised. He swallowed the whole body of a dragon in Fengyun World, and his body has already transformed.

Therefore, the supernatural five senses have also evolved, and even produced a sixth sense.

His pupil vision has evolved, and he can directly see people's fate.

But this realm of comprehension is somewhat different, or it can be said that it is a strange appearance formed by the integration of fate and luck.

When they came to the foot of the mountain, there were already hundreds of people gathered here, close to a thousand people.

At first glance, it was dark and crowded, with people's heads surging.

Some people wait quietly.

There are also quite a few people, talking and laughing, greeting each other and making connections.

Ignoring those fiery gazes on his body, Dongfang found an inconspicuous corner with few people, and silently watched over everyone's heads.

"Grey and white should be common, purple and gold should be grand."

"Is black a disaster and red a calamity?"

Looking at the heads of hundreds of people, Dongfang was silent.

Among the hundreds of people, there were two people who were lucky enough to be purple, and one person who was golden. Most of them were gray, and one third were white.

The individual ones are red and black.

"I'm afraid I can tell someone's fortune, right?"

Dongfang blinked, with a pensive look on his face.

At this moment, a figure flew over from a distance, stepped on the flying sword, and fluttered down gracefully with his clothes fluttering.

"Thank you for coming to participate in the annual disciple recruitment. You can call me Deacon Wang. Although I have said it countless times, according to the rules, I still have to explain it again!"

Deacon Wang was more than ten meters away from the ground, stepping on the flying sword, with his hands behind his back, looking down at the hundreds of people in front of him.

She was dressed in a blue and white robe, dancing with the wind, with a hairpin on her head, and a slight beard, which at first glance seemed to be somewhat fairy-like.

It's just that it's really hard to tell the age of a cultivator.

It looks like a middle-aged person, maybe they have lived for hundreds of years.

"Thousands of years ago, recruiting disciples only looked at the root and understanding! This is inborn, and it cannot be improved or hidden!"

"But ten thousand years ago, there was a person with low qualifications, who could even be said to have a pseudo-spiritual root."

"But his will is extremely tenacious, and his understanding is also top-notch. In the end, he got various opportunities and soared into the sky, becoming the only immortal who has ascended in ten thousand years. Everyone must know his name!"

"That's right...it's the legendary Emperor Yan!"

"Because of this, after Di Yan, all the recruited disciples have an additional level of will test, and it is the first level."

"As long as your will is amazing and your understanding is not bad, even if your aptitude is low, you can still step into the fairy gate!"

Listening to Deacon Wang's words, many teenagers clenched their fists.

The legend of Diyan is almost famous in this continent, and everyone knows it.

And the will can be tempered. Some poor family children will start to temper their will since they were young, in order to step into the fairy gate.

But some members of the family disagreed.

The number of people like Diyan only comes out once every ten thousand years, so there is no such thing as easy to achieve.

Cultivation still depends on spiritual root understanding.

Both parents have spiritual roots, and the chances of their children inheriting spiritual roots are extremely high.

Because of this, various families are prevalent in the world of cultivating immortals, and they have received the support of many sects.

And those families control the mortal country behind their backs, select people with extraordinary understanding, will, and roots, and win them into the family.

This is also the norm in the cultivation world of the entire continent.

"Humph!"

Deacon Wang snorted coldly, his voice thundering, and he glanced coldly at those disdainful people.

"Don't say I didn't remind you that willpower is very important to a cultivator."

"I don't feel it during the Qi refining period, but when it comes to foundation building, if the will is not enough, and if there is no corresponding state of mind, nine out of ten will fail!"

"As for the Foundation Establishment Pill...that's just a support!"

"After that, there will be golden pills. If the will is not enough, if you don't understand the artistic conception, nine out of ten will fail. Even if you take the pill that improves the formation of the pill, the chances are still not high!"

"I don't even have a chance to be a Nascent Soul, let alone a future Transformation God!"

"Why can the powerhouse of Huashen control one side of the void, like a god or a demon? Why does he have the realm of the primordial spirit? It all depends on will!"

"If you don't care about it now, you will pay the price for it sooner or later!"

"The Zongmen will never cultivate this kind of waste, as long as the will is not enough, even if you rely on the family, you still have no chance to step into the fairy gate!"

Deacon Wang's voice became more and more fierce, and his aura was like a mountain, suppressing everyone's hearts, and the entire foot of the mountain was dead silent.

"Is this golden core stage so weak?"

The Eastern Spiritual Sense swept across, and instantly saw the strength of Deacon Wang.

Golden Core Realm, but there is no meaning of immortality.

There is no golden elixir space in the golden elixir, let alone the embryonic form of the primordial spirit.

Dongfang felt that with a golden core of this strength, he could kill dozens of people with one sword, just as easily as crushing an ant.

"Golden Dan? Nascent Soul? Could it be...?"

Dongfang was slightly taken aback, a flash of understanding flashed in his mind.

The reason why the golden elixir in this world is so weak is obviously that the golden elixir and the prototype of the primordial spirit are divided into two realms.

Cultivate the true essence first, gather qi to form a pill, and break the pill to transform into a baby, and then start to practice the primordial spirit, and use the primordial soul as the embryonic form of the primordial spirit to be polished and bred.

The path of Eastern practice is to directly open up the immortal space in the golden core with the meaning of immortality.

Then, gather the consciousness, the meaning of immortality, the state of complete satisfaction, and the will of immortality, and start to gestate the embryonic form of the primordial spirit directly from the golden core.

Once the primordial spirit is conceived and the pill breaks out, it is the state of transforming gods.

This is also the reason why Dongfang comprehended the immortal way, and why it is the three realms of golden core and three realms of transforming gods.

Although the difficulty is extremely high, it is dozens or hundreds of times more difficult than the cultivation methods in this world, but the strength is extremely strong.

"if it is like this……"

"Then... isn't my strength comparable to ordinary cultivators who have just entered the Nascent Soul Stage?"

"Even if it's not as good, it won't be too bad, if you add Mingfeng Sword."

"I am actually an old ancestor myself?"

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