After Gu Dao finished speaking, the hall fell silent for a short time, and then the elders began to pour out angry words and words that seemed to be overestimating their abilities. Water droplets exploded from more than a hundred lakes, and spittle sprayed everywhere.
The master of the Immortal Mansion raised his hand, and the hall became quiet again. He said: "That's right. I agree with you. Since you said that you are comparable to more than 10,000 disciples, then you have to fill the gap of more than 10,000 disciples."
The disciple's contribution to the Immortal Mansion. Half a month later, it will be the newcomer's experience. The disciple will get contribution points by hunting down the phantom demons. Generally, the disciple's contribution points require fifty points. Your contribution points are five hundred thousand. Presumably,
This doesn’t matter to you! If you can’t make up for the loss of the Immortal Mansion, don’t say that I will punish you mercilessly when the time comes!”
"High! It's really high!"
Hearing this, many elders exclaimed in their hearts that the master of the palace was smart, but Jiang was still the best. No matter how Gu Dao declined, the master of the palace was still superior in skills in the end.
"I%￥#......"
At this moment, Gu Dao's face was as dark as ink. He originally thought he could subtly resolve everyone's anger, but unexpectedly, he dug a hole and jumped in. "Half a million contribution points! What a cheat! After getting the ancient saint,
Run away from here immediately after the operation!"
"Old man learned from Yituan that the restriction is not effective for you. Maybe you are thinking about how to escape, Gu Dao, you should give up this idea! No one can escape from the Immortal Mansion. Of course, if you can complete the contribution points of 10,000 people,
I grant you the right to come and go of your own accord!"
The Master of the Immortal Mansion spoke slowly, with a hint of pride on his brows.
"I%￥#......"
Gu Dao's thoughts were actually guessed by the palace master.
None of the elders had any complaints at this moment, and no one was angry at Gu Dao's words just now, and no one asked for orders to teach Gu Dao a lesson. They all laughed very cunningly, waiting to see Gu Dao's show!
Gu Dao coughed dryly and said, "Can I ask when you will give me the most powerful holy technique in ancient times?"
"Tomorrow, all the newcomers from the other four regions will arrive. It will be the day after tomorrow to understand the ancient sacred arts. I hope you can gain something during the ten-day period." After a pause, the palace master said to the elders: "Old man
If you take it upon yourself to set the period of punishment for Gu Dao after training, can the elders have any objections?"
"No!"
All the elders were smiling from ear to ear like blooming chrysanthemums. This made Gu Dao curse in his heart, a bunch of old immortals, are they so happy to see my jokes? Are they so happy!
There was a hidden smile in the palace master's eyes, and he said lightly: "Since the elders have no objections, Gu Dao, you go back and rest!"
"I was actually tricked by this old man, the Palace Master..."
Gu Dao walked on the way back depressedly, indignant in his heart.
"You've trapped yourself in a cocoon! You deserve it!"
Pan Shi poked his head out of Gu Dao's ears and said sarcastically.
Liushou also showed his head and said: "Master Gu Dao, that regiment elder actually betrayed you and told the palace master about your access to the restricted area so quickly. Then wouldn't our plan to find Dao Wen be ruined?"
Gu Dao said: "Didn't the master of the palace say that as long as I can get 500,000 contribution points, I will be allowed to come and go freely? The training will be in half a month, so it won't waste much time."
"Are you so sure that you can gather 500,000 contribution points? The Phantom Demon is not easy to deal with!" Panshi said adding insult to injury.
Illusions are a type of spiritual beast, but they are extremely powerful. Low-level phantoms are comparable to the combat power of the Divine Earth Mystery Realm. Intermediate phantom demons are comparable to the fifth-level combat power of the Divine Earth Mystery Realm. High-level phantom demons are comparable to the ninth-level combat power of the Divine Earth Mystery Realm.
The Demon King is the combat power of the Pure Land realm of fate. The Immortal Mansion uses phantom demons to train newcomers, and by the way, it accumulates phantom demon soul cores for the Immortal Mansion, which are the so-called contribution points. Each low-level phantom demon hunted will only contribute a little, and the intermediate phantom demons will have five
10 points of contribution, 10 points of contribution for advanced phantoms, and 50 points for phantom kings. Normally, newcomers need to form a team to meet the 50-point contribution value. The difficulty of hunting can be imagined, and Gu Dao needs to gather 500,000.
If he contributes a little, this means he has to kill 500,000 low-level phantoms...
Thinking about this number, Gu Dao's scalp felt numb, and he secretly regretted what he had said before, saying that one person could compare to more than 10,000 disciples.
Gu Dao comforted himself and said: "Perhaps this is also a good opportunity to evolve the wilderness! Moreover, I can get a lot of divine power from the phantom demon, which can be regarded as practice..."
At the beginning, during the Tianfu assessment, Gu Dao's desolate domain devoured a large number of spiritual beasts, which made his cultivation progress rapidly, and the scope of the desolate domain also continued to expand. Due to the backlash of desolate domain, he had to stop using the desolate domain. Now, Dao Wen suppressed desolate domain, and Gu Dao used
The wilderness is unscrupulous. Devouring fifty phantom demons may really improve the cultivation of Gu Dao.
At the same time, the main hall of the Immortal Mansion.
"What do you think of this guy Gu Dao?"
After all the elders left, the palace master said to King Yama below.
"Gu Dao is very suitable for me. His temperament, temperament, courage, and courage are all admired by me. The most important thing is... he is fearless! As a newcomer, who dares to angrily shout at all the elders? Who dares to say that?
His own divine power and aura contradict the Palace Master? He dares! So..."
A rare smile broke out on Wang Yanwang's murderous face. Many people thought that Wang Yanwang could not smile, that he could only kill people. The murderous aura that would never dissipate was frightening. But today, he has been
He is smiling because he has found the person who suits his heart.
"You want to accept him as your disciple?"
The master of the Immortal Mansion could see what Wang Yan was thinking at a glance.
"A person who can practice killing fists must have a fearless heart. Apart from him, I have not found anyone. Even those fifty people don't have it!"
Wang Yan seemed to have made up his mind and spoke very resolutely.
"Gu Dao can become your disciple. It is a blessing that he has cultivated for eight lifetimes. I hope he can have the talent to practice killing fists!" the master of the Immortal Mansion said with a smile.
"Talent is not important, what is important is fearlessness and perseverance!" Wang Yanwang said, "Even I can only exert 80% of the power of the killing fist. I don't know that the real killing fist can be seen in this world.
"
"The price you paid to practice the Killing Fist is already very high." The palace master looked at Wang Yanwang with a solemn expression and said: "You are one of the rare martial arts idiots today. You gave up everything to practice the Killing Fist, even your beloved.
Women have given up."
"The journey of cultivation is inherently lonely. Women will only be a stumbling block to cultivation!"
Mentioning the beloved woman, Wang Yanwang thought of a woman, the woman he loved deeply, but in order to practice the killing fist, he personally beheaded the beloved woman, in order to bear the murderous intention without any restraints and worries, and without any
Persistence against any obstacles.
After Wang Yan said this, he turned around and walked out.
"How many times have you practiced killing punches?" the palace master's question came over.
Wang Yanwang did not turn around or stop, and replied: "I have never stopped punching for three hundred years, more than 10 billion times!"
After saying that, Wang Yanwang's figure disappeared.
"Three hundred years, ten billion times...you have really worked hard!" The Master of the Immortal Mansion sighed, "The cultivators in the world are all pursuing the supreme holy and divine arts, but they don't know that the killing fist is the ultimate weapon.
Even if you know the most powerful killing move, so what? After three hundred years of punching ten billion times, you can only get 80% of the power. Who can give up everything! To practice killing fist, this is a way
The point of no return…”
It is rumored that Wang Yama entered Taoism by killing, and his magical skills are monstrous. In fact, this is not true. Wang Yama does not know any magical skills. He only knows one move, the killing fist! And it is a simple straight punch, but no one has ever been able to defeat him.
You can still survive after using a killing punch, but a simple straight punch is enough to destroy mountains and rivers and turn the world into color.
"Valley Road!"
On Gu Dao's way back to his residence, a voice suddenly stopped him. Gu Dao didn't need to look back to know who it was, because the cold murderous aura had solidified around him. Gu Dao slowly turned back and said, "Elder, what do you want from me?
"
"Do you dare to kill me?" Wang Yan asked coldly.
Gu Dao was startled for a moment, confused by Wang Yama's question, and said: "Elder, you are still young, don't commit suicide!"
"..."
The murderous aura in Wang Yan's body suddenly became confused, but soon became extremely sharp again, and said: "Answer me directly!"
"As long as you don't mess with me, I won't kill you. If you mess with me, I don't care who you are!"
Gu Dao said in a joking tone. Although he said this, Gu Dao was very serious. This is his nature and does not allow anyone to provoke him. The consequence of provocation is his endless anger. Whether he kills him or not depends on his mood.
"I am very satisfied with your answer!"
Wang Yanwang nodded, his words full of approval, and then said: "Do you think the power of fists can be stronger than holy magic?"
"certainly!"
Gu Dao's answer was very concise, but it was not the result of casual perfunctory and unthinking. At present, Gu Dao's most powerful thing is his physical body, which is more than a treasure. The means of attack are fists, wasteland, physical strength, and divine power, all combined together.
The strength is two million, which is not the limit. It can be continuously improved. With this terrifying strength, as long as you get close, no one is Gu Dao's opponent. Gu Dao naturally believes that the fist is stronger than the holy magic, but it is not absolute.
Because the power of thunder and lightning generated by Gu Dao's sea of clouds is very terrifying, and the one with the hundred and eight thousand hell knives guided by murderous intent is even more terrifying. However, it is not as simple and enjoyable as fists, so Gu Dao feels that fists are better than the holy art.
"It seems that I have chosen the wrong person." Wang Yanwang was very satisfied with Gu Dao's answer and said: "How much attack can your body withstand? Do you dare to let me punch you?"
"You want to kill me!"
Gu Dao's face suddenly became wary.
"I won't kill you!" Wang Yanwang said: "I don't use murderous intent, nor do I use divine power. I only use a hundred kilograms of strength of an ordinary person."
"What is your purpose?"
Gu Dao felt that Wang Yanwang's words were very strange, so he first asked him a few strange questions, and then wanted to punch him.
"I want to teach you a killing blow!"
After Wang Yan finished these words, his fist suddenly moved. It seemed slow but so fast that he could not clearly see his fist and arm. There was not even an afterimage. How fast it was!
The next moment, Wang Yanwang's fist hit Gu Dao's abdomen, and then Gu Dao flew backwards for more than five hundred meters. After landing, he spit out a mouthful of blood.
