Nine days alone

In front of the gate of Shencheng, Fang Zhong hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and strode forward.

When he stepped into the city of gods, he realized that the scene in the city of gods was not as gloomy and evil as it looked on the outside, but instead had a strange beauty.

There are all kinds of exotic flowers and plants in the city of gods, which are fragrant and fragrant. Just smelling them makes Fang Zhong feel two points lighter all over his body, and he is a little ecstatic.

Along the streets of Shencheng, there is a kind of broad-leaved tree planted, which looks like winding horned dragons. The bark has turned dark brown. Obviously, it has survived for how many years. At first, Fang Zhong didn't realize it. When he saw the fiery red fruits on the tree trunk, he woke up and shouted happily: "This is Panlong fruit, ah, there are so many Panlong fruit trees planted on this street. "

Panlong fruit is a very rare panacea, although it cannot be said to be extinct in this world, it is very difficult to find.

He did not expect that so many Panlong fruit trees were planted in this divine city, which was not an easy task.

"The growth environment of the Panlong fruit tree is extremely harsh, and it must grow on the underground dragon veins to bloom. As a result, the rare and elixir Panlong fruit is bred, and there are so many Panlong fruit trees, I am afraid that not many people can do it just by collecting them. Um, only the great masters in ancient times had such strength, not only collected so many dragon fruit trees, but also fed them all," Fang Zhong muttered, and he couldn't help noticing in his heart: "There must be a A super dragon vein, otherwise it won't be able to support so many Panlong fruit trees,"

Walking on the street, he didn't pick the dragon fruit. Although each dragon fruit was delicate and eye-catching, compared with his own life, his life was still more important.

Following the induction of the ancient bronze tripod, Fang Zhong came under a nine-story pavilion.

Looking from a distance, the nine-story pavilion has nothing special about it. It is blue and black all over, with mottled lines on it. Although it is irregular, it has a strange beauty. Once you look at it for a long time, it is easy to immerse yourself in it. Ten years, 20 Years, or even a lifetime, I can't wake up.

And Fang Zhong is now caught in the complicated and beautiful lines, his eyes are slack, his consciousness is ready to move, and he wants to rush into those lines.

"Come in, boy,"

Fang Zhong woke up suddenly when the kind voice came, Ji Lingling shivered, turned his eyes away, and walked obediently into the nine-story attic.

"Son, I have been waiting here for 7000 years, and you are the first one to come," the kind voice sounded again, and suddenly a white-clothed man with kind eyebrows and kind eyes appeared in front of Fang Zhong, and this blue-black divine city An old man with a very different style. The old man bent his body with his hands behind his back. He looked at Fang Chong and said with a smile, "You were the first to come here. It has been 7000 years. Someone has finally inherited my inheritance."

"Inheritance, what inheritance?" Fang Zhong was stunned for a while.

"Child, don't be nervous, this is a good thing for you," the old man in white smiled, and said, "My name is Guang Daozi, you don't need to know the origin and identity, it's not a good thing for you now, you Just remember, you will be my inheritance, the inheritance of my Xuanji Dao, "

"Wait a minute, you said you want me to inherit your inheritance, what is Xuanji Dao, and why me," Fang Zhong asked quickly.

"You were the first to come here, of course it was you. We Xuanji Dao never asks about background when we choose disciples. Regardless of talent, everything is based on fate. You are the first to arrive here, which means that you and my Xuanji Dao are destined. You should worship under my Xuanji Taoist sect and inherit the inheritance of my Xuanji Tao."

"But......"

"It's nothing but, do you think that my mystery is not as good as your unique knowledge? The white-clothed old head saw through Fang Zhong's heart, and said proudly: "I know you have several unique skills, but these are not as good as my mystery. It’s nothing more than a low-level secret method.”

"Inferior secret technique," Fang Chong's heart shuddered when he heard the old man in white clothes say that. Even the magic of the Cauldron Sect is just a low-grade secret technique, so what is the upper-grade secret technique, the peak secret technique.

In fact, what the white-clothed old man said was neither wrong nor right.

In his eyes, the tripod sect's magical technique can only be regarded as a low-level secret technique, but he ignored the two major secret techniques of Fang's body technique and the secret code of stars.

Taishu is still in its infancy, and many things are not perfect. The old man in white just thinks it is a bit interesting, and he can't see the future of Taishu.

Fang Zhongcai, on the other hand, only cultivated the second secret realm of the Dao, and the stars and astrology in his body were far from bursting out with the peak power of the Star Secret Code. What's more, the Star Code was originally incomplete, and the subsequent secret methods were not created. How no one can predict.

Looking at the illusory figure in front of him, Fang Zhong didn't agree with it, but he didn't say anything to refute it.

Facing an old monster who had died long ago and could live for 7000 years with only a wisp of soul left, he really didn't dare to make fun of his own life.

"Son, come here and learn from your teacher,"

"It's so straightforward," Fang Zhong bowed down depressed. The situation was stronger than others, so he had to do it, and it was not necessarily a bad thing to be a teacher. Those people in the Underworld Palace don't have to be afraid, the old monster who has lived for 7000 years may not be his opponent even if the shock comes.

Thinking joyfully in his heart, Fang Zhong bowed down on his knees.

In fact, this kneeling ceremony is very simple, it just needs to bow three hundred to Guang Daozi's soul phantom, and it will be done in a moment.

"Okay, now you are the successor of my Xuanji Dao, oh, by the way, what's your name," said the old man in white, Guang Daozi.

"My name is Fang Zhong," Fang Zhong almost lost his breath.

I have already worshiped the master, and my master doesn't even know his own name. It's too funny for this master and this apprentice.

The kind smile on the face of Guang Daozi, an old man in white clothes, suddenly became serious, and he said, "Fang Zhong, you have now officially become the successor of my Xuanji Dao, and I will also tell you some things about our Xuanji Dao. Listen carefully, these It must be remembered clearly,"

"Um,"

"Our Xuanji Dao is passed down in a single line, and each generation has only one heir." Guang Daozi looked at the sky, showing a look of remembrance, and said, "Do you think there are very few people? Let me tell you, although our Xuanji Dao has few people, Most of the time, there are only three or five people, but looking at the entire cultivation world, no one dares to provoke our Xuanji Dao, because every successor of our Xuanji Dao is a top master, standing at the top of the world,"

It is indeed not easy for a sect with only three or five members at its peak to be able to establish such a reputation in ancient times when there were many strong men.

Fang Zhong had let go of the contempt in his heart. He realized that the Mysterious Dao might really be an extremely powerful inheritance. It was an extremely powerful inheritance in ancient times. It can stand on the top of the world and become the leader of the entire cultivation world. One of the great men at the pinnacle level.

"Master Xuanji, the founder of our Xuanji Daoist School, was born 100 million years ago. The old ancestor passed down the Taoism and established the rules. He only accepts one disciple at a time, and he doesn't care about talent, regardless of his status. He only seeks fate,"

"After the ancestors, after a hundred generations of inheritance, I am already the 110th and 120th, and now, you are the 100th and [-]th Xuanji Daomen. The various mysteries of my Xuanji Dao are all-encompassing and countless. For more than [-] million years, every The successors of the first generation are adding, and it has reached a very terrifying level, there are more than [-] kinds of secret law books alone, and there are other treasures, magical arts and the like, there are countless more, "

"Unfortunately, all of this was ruined in my hands," Guang Daozi paused, with two tears streaming down his face, and choked up, "I went the wrong way in that battle back then. Xiao, even the inheritance of the Xuanji Dao of the past dynasties has been taken away, only the nine-storey pavilion remains, "

"Master, what happened back then," Fang Zhong asked curiously.

Guang Daozi has been waiting in this divine city for 7000 years, so the great battle that Guang Daozi said was at least nearly 10 years ago, which is much farther than the historical records that can be traced back in the cultivation world. The information I get from my mouth is even more useful than the magic treasure.

"Don't talk about it, what happened 10 years ago, it's no good for you to know, you have to remember, always be in awe and vigilance," Guang Daozi obviously didn't intend to continue, but just warned.

"Be wary of what," Fang Zhong intuitively felt that Guang Daozi must have something to say.

"It's not suitable for you to know now, and you will understand when you reach that level," Guang Daozi sighed leisurely, "Okay, now I will teach you the inheritance of my Xuanji Dao lineage. Although the accumulation of EMI has been completely lost, the original source has not been lost, and the nine-storey pavilion is the original inheritance left by the ancestors back then."

"Have you seen the murals in the pavilion?" Guang Daozi said.

"I see,"

Guang Daozi nodded, and said: "These murals contain the original secret method of my Xuanji Dao, you can understand it after careful study,"

"It's just a pavilion, and each floor is a state. You have to start from the first floor and understand the secrets of the first floor before you can climb to the second floor." Guang Daozi looked at Fang Zhong and said: "Yes, I forgot to tell you, I will open the gate of the city of God later, so that all people who come to the depths of the valley can come in. There are many treasures in the city of God, I believe they will not hesitate, and they are your training partners ,"

"Sparring,"

"Yes, it's a training partner," Guang Daozi said: "Cultivation is not just a matter of meditation and comprehension. It must be mastered in battle. You practice in this nine-story pavilion, and you have to go out to practice once in a while. Your task is Kill everyone who enters the city of God, and you can only leave here when you kill them all,"

"What?" Fang Zhong was really shocked this time. He looked up at the nine-story pavilion, feeling depressed for a while.