In front of the gate of the Divine City, Fang Chong hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth, and strode forward.
When he stepped into the divine city, he realized that the scene in the divine city did not look so gloomy and evil outside, but had a strange beauty.
There are all kinds of strange flowers and plants in the sacred city, which are fragrant. Just by smelling it, Fang Chong felt that his whole body was lighter and he was a little fluttering.
The planters along both sides of Shencheng Street had a wide leaf, which looked like winding dragons, and the bark was dark and brown. It was obvious that they had lived for many years. Fang Chong had not reacted at first. When I saw the bright red fruits that were born on the trunk, I woke up and shouted happily: "This is Panlong Fruit, ah, the panlong Fruit trees are planted on this street, so many of them."
Panlong Fruit is a very rare spiritual medicine. Even though it cannot be said to be extinct in the world, it is difficult to find it.
However, he unexpectedly planted so many dragon fruit trees in this sacred city, which was not an easy task.
"The growth environment of the Panlong Fruit Tree is extremely harsh. It must grow on the underground dragon veins to bloom. As a result, it has nurtured the rare magic dragon fruit. Moreover, there are so many Panlong Fruit Trees, and I am afraid that not many people can do it just by collecting them. Well, only the powerful people from ancient times had such strength. Not only did they collect so many dragon fruit trees, but they also raised them all," Fang Chong muttered, and couldn't help but notice: "There must be underground in this sacred city. A super dragon vein, otherwise it would not be able to maintain so many dragon fruit trees,"
Walking on the street, he did not pick the dragon fruit. Although the dragon fruits were beautiful, compared to his own life, their life was more important.
With the sensing of the ancient bronze tripod, Fang Chong came to a nine-story pavilion.
From a distance, there is no special place on the nine-story pavilion. It is blue-black and mottled on it. Although it is irregular, it has a strange beauty. Once you see it for a long time, you can easily immerse yourself in it. Ten years, two I can't wake up for ten years or even a lifetime.
Fang Chong was now trapped in the complex and beautiful patterns, his eyes were distracted, and his consciousness was about to rush into those patterns.
"Come in, kid,"
The kind voice came, which made Fang Chong suddenly wake up, shivering, turned his eyes away, and walked obediently into the nine-story attic.
"Child, I've been waiting here for 97,000 years. You are the first person to come," a kind voice sounded again, and a white dress with kind eyebrows and blue black appeared in front of Fang Zhong. The old man with different styles in the Shencheng City, with his hands on his back, hunched over, looked at Fang Chong and smiled: "You were the first to come here. It's 97,000 years old. Someone has finally inherited my inheritance."
"Inheritance, what kind of inheritance?" Fang Chong was stunned.
"Child, don't be nervous, this is a good thing for you," the old man in white smiled and said, "My name is Guangdaozi. You don't need to know your origin and identity. It's not a good thing for you to know now. You only You need to remember that you will become my inheritance and inherit the inheritance of my mysterious Taoism.”
"Wait a minute, you said you want me to inherit your inheritance. What is Xuanji Dao and why is it me?" Fang Chong asked hurriedly.
"You were the first to come here, of course you. We never ask about our disciples when choosing our disciples. Regardless of our talent, we only focus on the word "destiny". When you were the first to come here, it means that you and I have a destiny, so you will naturally You should worship my Xuanjidao and inherit the inheritance of my Xuanjidao."
"But......"
"Nothing, but do you think my mysterious Taoism is not as good as your unique skills? The old man in white seemed to have seen through Fang Chong's heart and said proudly: "I know you have several unique skills, but these are comparable to my mysterious Taoism. It's just a low-level secret technique,"
"The inferior secret technique," Fang Zhong felt a stern when he heard what the old man in white said. Even the Ding Sect's magic technique is just a inferior secret technique. Then what is the superior secret technique and the peak secret technique.
In fact, what the old man in white said is not wrong or right.
In his eyes, the Ding Zong divine technique can only be regarded as a lower-level secret technique, but he ignored the two secret techniques of Fang's body and the Star Secret Book.
Physical skills are still in its inception, and many things are not perfect. The old man in white just thought it was interesting and could not see the future of Physical skills.
The Star Secret Book Fang Chong only practiced the second secret realm. In his body, the stars and stars are far from exploding the power of the Star Secret Book. Moreover, the Star Secret Book is originally incomplete, and the subsequent secret method has not been created. What will happen in the future? No one can predict it.
Looking at the illusory figure in front of him, although Fang Zhong was a little disagreeing, he did not refute it.
Faced with an old monster who had long been dead and could live for 97,000 years with only one wisp of soul, he really didn't dare to joke about his life.
"Child, come here and become a disciple,"
"It's really direct," Fang Chong bowed depressedly. The situation was stronger than that of others. He had to do it. And it was not necessarily a bad thing to be a disciple. With such a great god behind him, he would encounter the magic gun sect again in the future. There is no need to be afraid of the people in the Nether Palace. The old monster who has lived for 97,000 years may not be his opponent even if it is shocked.
Thinking happily, Fang Chong knelt down and bowed.
In fact, this kneeling ceremony is very simple. It is just a plea to Guang Daozi's soul phantom, and it will be done in a moment.
"Okay, now you are the successor of my Xuanjidao, oh, by the way, what's your name?" said Guangdaozi, the old man in white.
"My name is Fang Chong," Fang Chong almost passed away.
I have all been worshipped by the master, but my master doesn’t even know his name. It’s so funny that this master is the one and this disciple is doing.
The kind smile on the face of the old man in white suddenly became serious and said, "Fang Chong, you have now officially become the descendant of my Xuanjidao. I will also tell you some of the things about our Xuanjidao. Listen carefully, these It must be remembered clearly.”
"Um,"
"Our Xuanjidao is a single lineage, and each generation has only one successor," Guang Daozi looked at the sky, and showed a look of memorial, saying: "Do you think there are very few people? Let me tell you that although our Xuanjidao has few people, At most, there were only three or five people, but no one in the entire cultivation world dared to provoke our Xuanjidao, because every successor of our Xuanjidao is a top master, standing at the peak of the world,"
It is indeed not easy for a sect that had three or five people at its peak to establish such a reputation in the ancient times when there were many strong people.
Fang Chong had already let go of his contempt in his heart. He realized that this mysterious Tao may really be an extremely powerful inheritance. It was an extremely powerful inheritance in ancient times. When he practiced to the limit, he could stand on the top of the world and become the entire cultivation world. One of the great men at the peak level.
"Our ancestor of the Xuanji Taoist Cultivation School, Xuanji, was born a million years ago. The ancestor passed down the Taoist tradition and set rules. He only accepted one disciple at a time, and did not look at talent, regardless of identity, but only seek fate."
"After the ancestor, I have been passed down through hundreds of generations, and I am already the 117th one. Now, you are in the 128th one. The various mysterious methods of my sect include countless numbers. , For more than one million years, every successor has been replenishing, and now it has reached a very terrifying level. There are more than 100,000 kinds of secret scripts alone, as well as some other treasures, magical techniques, etc. There are countless,"
"It's a pity that all this was ruined in my hands," Guang Daozi paused, and two tears were shed, and he choked and said: "I took the wrong path in that big battle back then, not only did I die. Even the inheritance of the mysterious Taoist path in history has been taken away, and only these nine-story pavilions have been preserved,"
"Master, what happened back then," Fang Chong asked curiously.
Guangdaozi waited in this sacred city for 97,000 years. So the war that Guangdaozi mentioned was at least nearly 100,000 years ago, which is much farther than the historical records that can be traced back in the cultivation world. If it can be found from Guang What information does Daozi get from his mouth are even more useful than divine weapons and treasures.
"I won't say it anymore. It's not good if you know it. You must remember to always be respectful and vigilant," Guangdaozi obviously had no intention of continuing to say it, but just gave a reminder.
"Watch something," Fang Chong felt intuition that Guang Daozi should have something in his words.
"You are not suitable for you to know now. When you reach that level, you will understand it." Guangdaozi sighed slowly, "Okay, now I will teach you the inheritance of my mysterious Taoist lineage. I am as mysterious as possible. Although the accumulation of hundreds of generations has been lost, the origin has not been lost. These nine-story pavilions are the origin inheritance left by the ancestors back then."
"Did you see the murals in the pavilion?" Guangdaozi said.
“See it,”
Guangdaozi nodded and said, "These murals contain the origin secret method of my mysterious Tao. If you carefully comprehend it, you will understand it."
"Just like the towers, each level is a state of mind. You must start from the first level and understand the secret techniques of the first level before you can reach the second level," Guang Daozi looked at Fang Chong and said, "By the way, I forgot to tell you that I will open the gate of the Divine City later so that all those who come to the depths of the valley can come in. There are many treasures in the Divine City. I believe they will not hesitate, and they are your aid. ”
“Search,”
"Yes, it's just a training session," Guang Daozi said: "Cultivation is not just meditation and meditation. It must be integrated in battle. If you practice in these nine-story pavilions, you must go out to practice once every once in a while. Your task is Kill everyone who enters the city of God, and you can only leave here if you kill them all."
"What," Fang Chong was really shocked this time. He looked up at the nine-story pavilion and felt depressed.