National Cultivation of Immortals: Prove the Tao and become sanctified

Chapter 98 Arriving at the Holy Market Sect

"One month? You... who are you?"

Zheng Yang looked at Yang Ming dully, his face full of disbelief.

"I was born as a commoner, and my parents are farmers."

Yang Ming talked about his experience frankly.

"I was stubborn by nature, ran away from home, wandered around, and finally came to Fengyuan City."

"In the mountains, I encountered the magic of Qu Mao Shen Lun Dao. I secretly learned a little bit, and then I hid in the mountains and practiced hard day and night."

"It took a month of practice to reach this level."

Yang Ming sighed, feeling quite uncomfortable.

"Parents are just farmers?"

Zhengyang felt cold in his heart.

I eavesdropped on Maoshen's talk, and no one pointed me out. I have practiced a fireball technique and a folk fire-calling technique in a month.

So, this kid is not an ancient alien species?

It is a human race with pure blood.

It's just that the cultivation talent is extremely high.

However, what kind of cultivation talent can reach this level in a month?
Zheng Yang was full of confusion.

"What level have you practiced now?" Zheng Yang felt as if something was stuck in his throat, and asked with difficulty.

"A realm where you can absorb spiritual energy from the outside world and grow flowers on your head," Yang Ming said.

"Consecration period?" Zhengyang didn't believe it: "Why are you just a mortal thing in my perception?"

"Because I practiced the holy body!"

Yang Ming's expression was indifferent, as if it was a matter of course: "When my practice has accumulated for ten thousand years, all the practice has been melted into the flesh and blood, and I have become a sacred body in a daze."

"..."

"The Eucharist is invulnerable to swords and guns, impervious to water and fire, infinite in power, and impervious to vitality."

"..."

"Later, I saw a cultivator using sword intent to condense a hundred years of Taoism into a single hair. I practiced hard for a day, and then realized the sword intent."

"Later, I stole the spirit wood technique from another hair god."

"Now I want to combine the spirit wood technique and the fireball technique, and use wood to make fire to enhance the power of the fireball technique."

Yang Ming smiled.

"..."

Zheng Yang's heart trembled when he heard this, and he clenched his hands tightly.

Ten thousand years of Taoism, sacred body, sword intent, superimposed spells, combined spells...

These are things that only appear in strange tales.

It was something he couldn't even imagine.

But I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today.

Zhengyang didn't suspect that the boy was lying.

Just relying on the powerful fireball technique and the fire-calling technique with an area of ​​hundreds of miles, it shows the strength of the young man.

The realm of youth is not as high as his, but the things he has mastered are beyond his imagination.

Zhengyang finally realized.

This ordinary-looking young man is the pride of heaven.

No.

This young man has more potential than those heavenly favored sons of the Shengxu Sect.

Zhengyang also finally knew why that mighty figure accepted Yang Ming as his apprentice.

The disciples chosen by the great master of the sect are really extraordinary.

"Let's continue on our way."

Yang Ming changed the topic.

"it is good!"

Zhengyang couldn't ask for it.

If Yang Ming wants to ask him for advice, he will be stuck on the back of a tiger, which is ugly.

Glancing at Yang Ming with a complicated expression, he immediately flew into the sky on a cloud.

Seeing Zhengyang's rather embarrassed appearance, Yang Ming smiled.

He knew that this disciple of the Shengxu Sect had already accepted it.

The reason why you have to hurry.

Yang Ming was afraid that Zhengyang would not be ashamed to ask, so he came to ask him how to practice stacking spells.

Since the disciples of the Saint Ruins Sect also don't know how to superimpose spells, it proves that no one knows this secret.

In other words, the magic of the Shengxu sect took a completely different way of magic.

I never thought that spells could stack.

Therefore, this is Yang Ming's unique secret technique, his housekeeping skill.

He didn't want to teach Zhengyang for nothing.

Of course, even if it is taught, Zhengyang may not be able to learn it.

...

Comprehend 64 heavy spells.

Yang Ming immediately cast the land divine movement technique.

Before that, he used this spell together with the Summoning Wind Art to travel 20 miles a day abruptly.

Now cast a 64-fold land magic move, in conjunction with the summoning wind.

He directly surpassed the Zhengyang in the sky, and galloped across the earth by a long way.

Zhengyang tried his best to activate the Cloud-Gaining Technique, but it was of no avail, and he still couldn't catch up with Yang Ming.

A look of resignation and envy and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

He ran wildly for a few more days.

Came to the Endless Mountain.

There is a lot of aura here.

The continuous mountains are vast and endless, and people are as small as a small grain in it.

On the other side of the sky, a round of great sun is releasing the ten thousand zhang horses, and the rays of light are unwinding, and some buildings and some huge figures can be vaguely seen among them.

Yang Ming knew that it was almost time to reach the Shengxu Sect.

That sun is not the real sun, but some kind of spell or miracle magic weapon of Shengxu Sect.

If it is a magic weapon, it is a miracle among magic weapons.

It is not an exaggeration to call it a magic weapon of miracles.

Eighth day.

Yang Ming finally came to the mountain gate filled with aura.

Immortals and birds are flying here, and a huge white jade arch stands, with the words Shengxuzong written on it.

Behind the archway, there are countless buildings and countless huge floating fairy islands.

It was very lively inside.

"finally reached!"

Looking at the majestic Shengxu Sect, Yang Ming was quite excited.

Waited for a while.

Only then did Zhengyang rush over out of breath and lowered the cloud head.

"Brother, your speed is too slow."

While looking at the scene of Shengxu Sect, Yang Ming said lightly.

"..."

Zheng Yang's face turned into a pig's liver color.

During the rush for the past few days, although the two didn't fight each other, they didn't discuss their cultivation experience, and they didn't even say a few words.

But Zhengyang clearly felt the strength of this young man.

My heart has been completely convinced.

Originally, on the way, he wanted to find an opportunity to 'point out' Yang Ming without losing face.

By the way, take a peek at the secrets of stacking spells.

But every time he wanted to ask a question, Yang Ming would deliberately or unintentionally change the subject.

Zhengyang is not a fool.

He realized that the boy had been pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger from beginning to end, teasing him.

Zhengyang was depressed, but it was hard to say it clearly.

Superimposed spells, how powerful that is.

Failed to learn on the road.

Entered the sect now.

This young man will soar into the sky, and he will no longer be able to touch him. He will never have a chance to learn this kind of secret technique.

Sigh.

Zhengyang pinched a complicated formula.

The Zongmen archway released a burst of colorful light, sucking the two of them in.

"Hint: You have entered the Saint Market Sect."

Enter the Holy Market Sect.

Yang Ming is like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Looking around curiously.

His face was full of surprise.

I saw that the Shengxu Sect was extremely lively, with people coming and going, and disciples of forty or fifty levels could be seen everywhere.

The sky is full of strange beasts from Immortal Island.

That miraculous magic weapon like the sun is hanging high in the sky, stretching like a thousand feet, and shining in four colors.

Among them, the strange beasts are flying and playing.

There are also some large magic weapons flying on some fairy islands.

Some are feathers.

Some are big seals.

Some are swords.

There are also colorful net pockets.

The entire Shengxu Sect looks like a fairy family.

"I'll take you to meet that mighty statue." Just as he was about to speak, he cast the cloud-building technique again.

"Da Neng is on Xiandao, so he must fly up."

As he said that, Zhengyang cast a spell on Yang Ming.

"No, I can fly myself."

Yang Ming himself gathered a cloud with the Wind Summoning Technique, and flew steadily into the air.

After seeing Da Neng and apprenticeship, you can change jobs.

He was very excited.

"..."

Zheng Yang looked at Yang Ming's clouds with a dark face.

He didn't make a sound, and flew straight to a fairy island.

Yang Ming leisurely followed behind.

(End of this chapter)