Fortune Teller

"Senior brother..."

Xia Feng walked to Ning Yuan's side, looking a little hesitant.

Ning Yuan shook his head and sighed, "The elders are right. Ye Zhizun has no intention of instructing us. Even if a secret technique of space is understood to the extreme, how powerful can it be? We were all wrong."

"Maybe this is Senior Ye's test." Xia Feng couldn't help but remind him.

He was already certain that Ye Taoist was the Lord of Dong Dharma who traveled through the wormhole in the void. How could the Lord break his promise so easily? How could he be willing to be a pawn of Xiji Mountain?

You must know that there are only thirty-two Dongfa Lords in the Holy Light Sea.

Among them, there are five each from Dongji Mountain and Xiji Mountain, and one from Nine Islands and Thirteen Halls, but this is the total number added up throughout the ages.

Many Dongfa Lords have long since left the Sea of ​​Holy Light and are cultivating in the Chaotic Void and even more distant lands. The total number of Lords stationed in the Sea of ​​Holy Light does not exceed twelve or three people.

How could such a strong person cut off his own path and go back on his word?

Therefore, Xia Feng is sure that the secret technique taught by Taoist Ye must contain a mystery, perhaps it is a test, or perhaps the secret technique itself contains incredible power.

"A test?" Ning Yuan shook his head slightly, "So what if it is really a test? We only have 300,000 years, how much time can we waste? Junior brother, it is enough to make a mistake once. You must not make the same mistake again and again."

"But……"

Xia Feng still wanted to persuade, but didn't know how to speak.

Tell the other party that Ye Taoist is suspected of being the Lord of Dongfa? What if it leaks out?

He is just a small hole in the mind, how can he dare to bite the Lord's tongue behind his back? What's more, the Void Wormhole is related to Kong Chengjing. We weigh the pros and cons and cannot tell others.

"After I joined Dongji Mountain, I haven't gone to the Secret Magic Hall to choose a secret skill. Junior brother, do you want to come with me?" Ning Yuan continued.

"The Secret Techniques of the Palace of Secrets are powerful, but their cultivation is extremely difficult. Only the Supreme Master of the Universe can achieve anything." Xia Feng shook his head, "If those secret techniques were useful to us, the sect would not ask Senior Ye for help."

"Senior brother, senior once praised your space talent. It would be a pity if you just give up!"

"No matter what other fellow disciples say, I don't believe that the Supreme Destiny will cut off his own path for such a trivial matter. Let's just say this, senior brother, take care."

Xia Feng sighed, turned and left.

"Do I really have space talent?" Ning Yuan looked at the sky, his face a little confused.

…

Cave Palace.

Xia Feng sat cross-legged, his face full of excitement and expectation.

"I am definitely not wrong. That stone rod is the thing behind the mysterious Lord who travels through the wormhole in the void. Senior Ye is that Lord, and he is the Lord of the destiny system."

"The Lord of Destiny in the third level of acting... Oh my God!"

A fire lit up in Xia Feng's heart.

The same Lord, the Holy Light system and the Immortal Dao system are completely different concepts. It is not a difference in strength, but a difference in realm.

The holy light system is similar to the magical power of the ancient saints. It uses external forces to strengthen one's body, so the third level of performance is the ultimate. After that, there is no way to advance.

But at the same time, the difficulty of practicing the Holy Light system is much lower. From a small sea of ​​Holy Light, thousands of Supreme Lords of the universe can emerge, and even thirty-two Lords. It is conceivable that the threshold is high. How low.

The Holy Light system is not good at instructing juniors, and the secret techniques recorded are also extremely demanding, and the practice is extremely difficult.

But the Destiny Supreme, who is in the third level of acting... can easily point out the disciples' mistakes in practice. With the guidance of such a person, the future path will be ten times and a hundred times easier.

"Senior Ye, as the Lord of Destiny, how can he easily give advice to others? It is only natural to set up some tests."

"This is my biggest opportunity, I must seize it."

"Senior Brother Ningyuan, I hope you can also seize the opportunity."

Xia Feng closed his eyes and began to comprehend the secrets of space.

…

Another cave palace.

Ning Yuan held a jade slip in his hand and looked a little hesitant.

The debate between the two sects is both a disaster and an opportunity.

If he can grasp it, he can reach the sky in one step, become the core disciple of Dongji Mountain, and even gain the favor of the Lord.

But if you make the wrong move, you will be doomed.

"In just 300,000 years, I can only practice one secret technique at most. Should I listen to Junior Brother Xia's opinion and continue to understand the secret technique of space, or switch to the practice of sky light separation and shadow."

He silently looked at the jade slip in his hand.

Skylight Shadow Splitting is one of the top secret techniques of Dongji Mountain. If you practice to the extreme, you can separate two clones, and each clone has peak combat power that is no less than the real body.

The three major bodies join forces and are far more powerful than their peers.

But at the same time, the cultivation of this secret technique is also extremely difficult, it can easily take hundreds of millions of years, and the requirements for the realm of Taoism are also very high. Generally, it can only be understood by the Supreme Being of the Three Cave.

"What on earth should I do... There is a glimmer of hope for success in cultivating sky light shadow. At least the sect's secret skills will not be fake... I will continue to understand Senior Ye's space secret technique. The hope is also very slim. A space secret technique can have What’s the use?”

After thinking for a long time, Ning Yuan's eyes finally became firm.

…

In the guest hall, a green figure sits cross-legged, with regular fluctuations all over his body.

"How many of these Dongji Mountain disciples can persevere?"

"I gave the opportunity, and I kept the promise. If I can't grasp it, it has nothing to do with me."

Gu Xiuyun whispered.

Deducing space secrets is not an easy task. Everyone's aura, strength, and life essence are different, and the way to compress the holy light is also different. Therefore, he can only deduce different secrets based on different people.

It is also a good thing for him that the Dongji Mountain disciple gives up on his own initiative, at least it can save most of his energy.

"Junior Xia Feng has seen a mace before, and he must have guessed something. Unfortunately, his qualifications are too ordinary, and he may not be able to comprehend the first three levels in 300,000 years. If he can really do it, maybe I can teach him the second level. Four levels of magic."

"As for that Ning Yuan, let's look at him!"

Gu Xiuyun closed his eyes and gently held the Mingtong Vine with his left hand. His consciousness had already drifted along the vine to the void world, feeling the ghostly will of heaven.

…

Time passes slowly.

Dongji Mountain is quiet. Except for the Mingshan Palace disciples who occasionally walk around outside, everyone is practicing hard.

The debate between the two sects is both a crisis and an opportunity.

If there wasn't a debate imminent, how could the top management of Dongji Mountain allow the disciples to choose their secret skills at will? How could it be possible to operate the time-space divine array without any restrictions and speed up the flow of time?

And this is only one aspect.

In addition, elixirs, spiritual materials, crystal stones, charms... all materials are available for disciples to choose. Everyone's physical body is rising rapidly, heading towards the peak of the cave mind state.

Before you know it, twenty thousand years have passed.

Xia Feng walked out of the cave palace, his whole body filled with invisible fluctuations, as if he was in a space frenzy.

"After thirty million years of hard work, I finally understood the second level of magic."

He clenched his fists, and an indescribable edge gathered in his palms, "It turns out that this is the true purpose of the space secret technique."