A quarter of an hour later, Hai Ao opened his eyes again: "How could this happen?"

Hai Ao just used his former skills to meditate and practice, but he found that when he practiced these skills, he could not absorb spiritual energy at all.

"Your immortal seed is made of the essence and blood of a hundred schools of thought."

Taoist Lu Fang's words rang out in his ears again, and Hai Ao turned his eyes to look at the secret book of the air: "Can I only practice the skills of their lineage?"

Before getting up and coming to the secret method, Hai Ao's eyes passed by the ancient books, and his expression became more and more strange.

"The Lingcang Sect's martial arts cover such a wide range." Hai Ao Yue was surprised when he saw it.

The books displayed on the bookshelf can be said to cover all aspects of a monk's cultivation, whether it is the internal strength of improving his cultivation or the combat skills of offense and defense. It includes everything, and there are even some things he has never seen before.

For example, if the speed-action magic in his hand can be fully practiced, Hai Ao is confident that his speed will be unmatched in the entire world of immortal cultivation. There is also a secret method to cover the sky. If the practice is completed, it can block the secrets of heaven and even block the five declines of heaven and man.

The books on the shelf not only include Taoist practice techniques, but also magical practice techniques.

For example, the technique in his hand looks like a secret book of the demon cultivator at first glance, but after reading it carefully, I realized that it was practiced with the fundamental auxiliary method of the Taoist cultivation, and the core is also the method of the immortal path.

"Miscellaneous, wonderful."

Hai Ao held the book in his hand and slowly read it. His eyes became brighter and brighter. He felt that he had never seen such a wonderful technique when he was in the Demon Palace of Devouring Seas.

Hai Ao placed the exercises in front of him, read them carefully, remembered the basic exercises in his heart, and then began to practice.

As soon as he had just made movement, the boundless spiritual energy suddenly arrived like the sea water attracted by the vortex, slowly sank into Hai Ao's body.

The purple immortal seed took root, sprouted little by little under the watering of endless spiritual energy, and then grew leaves.

Hai Ao has been gifted and has excellent qualifications since childhood. Whether it is the rooting and sprouting of the immortal seeds, the condensation of the Taoist fruit, and the formation of the immortal baby, it is like stroking flowers and picking leaves. He picks them at will. He doesn't care about these cultivation at all. He can't sit still while practicing, and runs out to play crazy for a few days before continuing to practice.

But this time, Hai Ao took away all the impetuousness in his heart and sat down on the puddle, like an old monk entering into a state of meditation, motionless, only the spiritual energy in the sky swept down, and only the immortal seeds in his body grew at an almost terrifying speed.

A year passed in an instant.

Hai Ao opened his eyes and, behind him, a fairy tree thousands of feet tall stood tall, with lush branches and leaves, lush and lush. Endless vitality scattered out of it, purple light shining, beautiful and dreamy, forty-nine fairy wheels, each of which was clear and transparent, floating on the fairy tree like amethyst.

In just one year, Hai Ao reached the peak of the Immortal Wheel Realm from a mortal.

Hai Ao looked at his fingertips, his spiritual energy rotated, and a huge force gathered in his palm. As long as he thought, the entire Lingcang Sect would be instantly razed to the ground.

"The peak of the Immortal Wheel Realm." Hai Ao lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "It's enough to destroy them."

There are countless resources in the cave, and Hai Ao can fully open Taoist flowers, condense Taoist fruits, and even condense fairy babies.

But he chose to stop.

For monks, crossing the Dao Fruit Realm from the Immortal Wheel Realm is not only a gap in one realm, but will also determine the future direction of this monk.

The Tao Fruit is the crystal condensed by the cultivator's enlightenment. There are tens of millions of Tao Fruits in the world, but the top one is the Golden Tao Fruit.

I heard that the demon ancestor Qin Haoxuan has countless Taoist fruits on the immortal tree, and each of his Taoist fruits is a golden Taoist fruit.

"If I can't condense the golden Taoist fruit and make mistakes, I may not be able to reach Qin Haoxuan's height in my life, and I will not be able to seek revenge on him."

Hai Ao took a deep breath and stood up from the pudding. The fairy tree behind him was gathered in his body, and his majestic demeanor wrapped the entire cave.

"I have not yet portrayed my own natal formation, nor have I realized my own Tao. The Dao Fruit Realm, so I'd better wait."

Hai Ao's eyes fell on a sword standing in front of the puppet.

The sword was just the second most powerful among magic treasures. It was ordinary and had no highlights. It was not even carved with a formation. There were two small characters "Ling Cang" engraved at the hilt of the sword.

This is the sword of the head of Lingcang Sect. It was handed over to Hai Ao by Taoist Lu Fang before his death. It was not just a sword, but also a letter.

Hai Ao thought, and Ling Cang's sword flew into his hand. He felt the texture of the sword and slowly clenched it.

Looking around the cave for a while, Hai Ao released his spiritual sense and prepared to find a set of sword techniques from the secret books in the cave.

A jade slip that was only the size of a palm was locked by Hai Ao and put into his palm.

The jade slip is crystal clear all over, emitting a soft white light. Four words are carved on the outside of the jade slip: "Benxin Sword Art."

"It seems like this sword technique." Hai Ao said, and casually immersed some of his spiritual consciousness into the jade slip.

"puff!"

The moment his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the jade slip, an invisible sword energy surged out, and Hai Ao's soul was shocked. His body was filled with blood, and he raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood!

Injured by the sharp sword energy in the jade slip, Hai Ao took a few steps before he could barely stand firm. He looked at the jade slip in his hand in disbelief: "What is this?"

It is obvious that no matter what the origin of this Heart Sword Technique is, it is an extremely domineering and terrifying sword technique. It can even be said to be an attack treasure that Hai Ao has seen since he was practicing immortality.

"There are nine styles in total. If you practice them completely, you can be unique to the world with this technique alone." A strange spirit burst out from Hai Ao's eyes. "It turns out that it's not that Ling Cang Sect is bad, but that no one can practice their skills!"

Hai Ao moved his fingertips, and the Ling Cang sword left by Taoist Lu Fang flew into his hand and couldn't wait to start practicing.

Hai Ao spent half a year practicing swordsmanship and practiced two moves.

At the top of the mountain, Hai Ao was wearing the simplest robe. He looked at the mountains dozens of miles away, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his wrists shook, and the domineering sword light roared out. The sky and the earth shook, and the void shattered, cutting the highest peak dozens of miles away into flat ground!

Looking at the dust everywhere, Hai Ao slowly put away his sword, jumped up, and headed straight for Zhaoyue Pavilion.

"What's going on?"

"what happened!"

The highest peak in Zhaoyue Pavilion, Lanyue Mountain, was shattered by the mysterious man without any warning, and the whole sect was shocked!

The head sect Taoist Zhuyue urgently summoned everyone to gather in front of the hall and sent his disciples out to check what happened.

brush!

In a blink of an eye, Hai Ao came to the gate of Zhaoyue Pavilion. He looked at the towering gate of Zhaoyue Pavilion and the mountain guard formation that had been urgently opened in the sect, and smiled coldly.

"Report! Master, someone is coming in front of the mountain gate!" The disciple who guarded the mountain gate hurried to the main hall and reported loudly.

Taoist Zhuyue frowned and asked, "Can you see clearly who he is?"

The disciple said with some uncertainty: "It seems that it is a member of Lingcang Sect."

"What?" Zhuyue Taoist raised his eyebrows, "What is there to report on that group of waste?"

As soon as the words finished, a thunderous sound rang out!

Rumble!

It was as if the mountains were storming, and the sky and the earth were trembling! The Zhaoyue Pavilion guarding formation actually shattered inch after the thunder fell. Everyone in the Zhaoyue Pavilion's eardrums buzzed. The disciple with a slightly weaker cultivation instantly bleeded his mouth and nose and fell into a coma!

Bang!

Another sound of a huge rock falling from a high altitude came, and the entire main hall shook!

"not good!"

Taoist Zhuyue opened his eyes wide and rushed out of the main hall like a gust of wind, heading straight for the mountain gate. Others did not dare to fall behind and followed!

When they arrived at the mountain gate, Hai Ao had just retracted the action of his sword. The mountain gate made of thousand-year-old cold jade shattered into millions under his sword. The sharp sword light swept around, causing the Zhaoyue Pavilion to collapse and the pavilion to fall!

In a flying dust, Hai Ao walked in step by step. His expression was cold, like a messenger returning from hell, with horrifying murderous intentions.

The head of Zhaoyue Pavilion, Taoist Zhu Yue and his disciples, were shocked by the scene before them, and were all stunned by Hai Ao's strong evil aura.

After Hai Ao split the gate of Zhaoyue Pavilion, he stopped at the foot of the mountain. He didn't even look at the disciples of Zhaoyue Pavilion standing like tide on the mountain road, but carefully took out porcelain white bottles from the Qiankun bag and placed them one by one on the open space.

One, two

Hai Ao placed it very seriously, as if he was holding an ordinary jade bottle in his hand, but his most precious treasure.

Taoist Zhuyue looked at the young man who was placing porcelain bottles as if no one was around and felt his scalp numb. This man just shattered his mountain gate with one sword. His cultivation was strong and his combat power was high. He probably could not match his entire sect's strength!

"I don't know where I offended the Supreme Immortal, so I'll ask the Supreme Immortal Haihan. We will sincerely apologize to Zhaoyue Pavilion." Taoist Zhuyue took a step forward, bowed to Hai Ao Yi, lowered his identity and said.

Hai Ao seemed to have not heard the other party say, so he only took out the porcelain bottles from Qiankun bag one by one, and then carefully placed them on the flat ground.

Zhuyue Taoist: ""

The people in Zhaoyue Pavilion did not understand what the person who broke into their mountain gate was doing, and doubts and panic spread among them.

In the suppressed silence, Hai Ao put down the last porcelain bottle, then slowly straightened his back, and his eyes slowly passed by the porcelain bottle in front of him.

Displayed on the rocks, there are a total of 117 porcelain-white bottles, which are the lives of 117 people in Lingcangmen.

And these 117 human lives were exchanged for their own immortal species to escape from the seal and see the light of heaven again.

Hai Ao's expression was indifferent. All the initial frivolity on his body had faded away, leaving only a mountain of heavy weight.

"Senior brothers, I'll take you to take revenge." Hai Ao whispered to these cold porcelain bottles, "You have been bullied by them for hundreds of years. I will return the humiliation you have suffered to them one by one."

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