The strongest cultivator in the heavens

Chapter 28

At night, Yang Wenhao, who had just swallowed a small section of wild ginseng, was sitting cross-legged on his bed to refine the essence.

When the system was first obtained, the system gave Yang Wenhao a choice, one is to practice extremely fast, and the other is to practice slowly, but once the cultivation is successful, then you can challenge by leapfrogging without fear. strong.

In the end, Yang Wenhao chose the latter, and the latter is the Heavenly Dao Kung Fu.

Thinking about it, if he had practiced the fast-moving technique back then, he probably wouldn't just be at the fourth level of Qi refining now.

But slowness also has its benefits. Yang Wenhao now feels that the aura in his body is far more concentrated than the original aura in his own fourth level of Qi training.

As long as you break through again, consolidate your foundation and cultivate your strengths, it is not difficult to challenge beyond the next level.

The road to Qi training is just the beginning, and there are several great realms to follow. Only when you practice to the end, can you ascend to transcend the calamity and be regarded as a real immortal.

The current him is nothing more than a cultivator of immortality, and there is a world of difference between him and an immortal.

Suddenly, a cloud of Yin Qi rushed into the room.

This yin energy seemed to be looking for something, knowing that after touching Yang Wenhao's pure spiritual energy, it rushed into Yang Wenhao's body as if it had found a target.

Yang Wenhao, who was practicing with his eyes closed, frowned slightly, but he didn't show anything.

"Teen..Teen"

Suddenly, a deep and old voice came to Yang Wenhao's ears.

After Yang Wenhao heard the sound, he hurriedly stopped running the exercises, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw a white-haired, kind-eyed old man in a white dress standing not far away from him.

Seeing this old man in fine clothes, Yang Wenhao's first reaction was to be vigilant.

After all, he had only paid attention to him when he entered his room quietly.

The white-haired and well-dressed old man stroked the white beard on his chin and said, "Young man, I think you have a strange skeleton, and I like it very much. I want to take you as an apprentice, how about it?"

"Accept me as a disciple?" Yang Wenhao felt unreal for some reason: "Are you a fairy?"

The identity of the old man in front of him coincides with the fairy in Yang Wenhao's heart.

The white-haired old man said lightly: "I can't tell, but you know something."

Yang Wenhao looked at the white-haired old man a little strangely: "Senior, don't you know that this junior is practicing the Immortal Cultivation Technique?"

"You..." a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-haired old man, and then he quickly covered it up, and said with a slow smile: "This is the best, you are the successor of the immortal family's skills, that's great However, are you willing to worship this old man as your teacher?"

Yang Wenhao couldn't hide the strange expression of the white-haired old man at that moment. Yang Wenhao sneered in his heart and shook his head: "I'm sorry, but please forgive me for not agreeing."

"Why?" The white-haired old man obviously didn't understand why Yang Wenhao was unwilling.

Xiuxian, that is synonymous with immortality, and some people don't want it.

Just when Yang Wenhao was about to answer, the voice of the system came from beside his ear.

"Master Ding triggers a temporary task: kill the remnant souls of the Shura tribe in the underworld, and reward [-] points for completing the task."

"Mission introduction: The Shura clan belongs to one of the ten thousand clans in the underworld. They are belligerent, suspicious and jealous. Men are extremely ugly and women are extremely beautiful."

"Sura Clan of the Underworld?" Yang Wenhao frowned, realizing that things were not that simple.

He couldn't help but set his eyes on the white-haired and well-dressed old man in front of him.

Such a benevolent old man could possibly be the ugly male Shura in the mission.

Originally, the Shura clan was one of the ten thousand clans in the underworld, and any member of the clan could torture and kill Yang Wenhao, but according to what the system said, the kind-hearted old man in front of him was just a wisp of remnant soul.

Since it is a remnant soul, its strength is less than ninety-nine percent of the peak.

But just to be on the safe side, Yang Wenhao smiled lightly, and said to the white-haired old man: "Senior, this junior has a doubt. I don't know if the senior can answer it for the junior. If the answer is answered, the junior will worship the senior as a teacher."

"Really!" When the white-haired old man heard it, joy flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and coughed lightly: "Since you call me senior, then I will answer your doubts."

Yang Wenhao said: "Senior, please come closer so that this junior can speak clearly."

The white-haired old man naturally didn't know what Yang Wenhao was thinking. He was still immersed in joy at this moment, so naturally he wouldn't be suspicious.

But just when the white-haired old man approached Yang Wenhao, and Yang Wenhao also made a gesture to say something, suddenly Yang Wenhao sacrificed his long sword first, condensed his true energy on the sword, and slashed at the white-haired old man.

If the white-haired old man didn't dodge, then this sword could cut the white-haired old man's body in two, which can be said to be a fatal blow.

But since the white-haired old man is a Shura clan, his real strength is not bad, so now he is a remnant soul.

The white-haired old man was shocked when he saw Yang Wenhao's actions. At that moment, he understood that it would be impossible to get out completely.

Then only a strong man can cut off his wrist.

A flash of sword light struck, and the white-haired old man's arm was cut off by Yang Wenhao's sword.

"Huh..." Seeing the white-haired old man give up his arm so decisively in order to survive, Yang Wenhao was a little surprised.

The severed arm of the white-haired old man turned into ashes instantly after detaching from the white-haired old man's body.

"Boy, you're kidding me!"

At this time, the white-haired old man was not trying to hide it, and looked at Yang Wenhao with a ferocious look.

Holding a sharp sword in his hand, Yang Wenhao looked coldly at the white-haired old man: "Hmph, you, a little remnant of the Shura clan, want to be my master, it's a joke."

"What are you?" The white-haired old man was originally full of anger, but when he heard Yang Wenhao reveal his identity, his anger turned into shock.

"I'm curious as to why I know your identity?" Yang Wenhao sneered, "I'll tell you after your soul is gone."

Hearing this, the white-haired old man was even more angry than before: "Shuzi, dare you!"

A person has three souls and six souls, and the three souls and six souls are attached to the body. If the body dies, then the soul can still be reincarnated. The same is true for the Shura clan. If there is a soul, they can be reincarnated. family.

But if the soul is scattered, then there is no chance of reincarnation.

No wonder the white-haired old man was so furious when he heard that Yang Wenhao wanted him to die.

"I dare you, you can try."

Yang Wenhao directly held the sharp sword and used body skills to kill the white-haired old man.

"you"

If the strength of the white-haired old man was at its peak, Yang Wenhao would have died countless times, but if the white-haired old man hadn't lost all his strength, Yang Wenhao would not have dared to do anything.

Under Yang Wenhao, a pure immortal cultivator, the white-haired old man couldn't get any chance at all.

Just after the white-haired old man made a mistake to create an opportunity for Yang Wenhao, Yang Wenhao chopped off the white-haired old man with a single sword, and then he was afraid that the soul of the Shura clan would not die, so he made up a few more swords.

(End of this chapter)