Ascension, starting from the Chaos Art of Heaven and Earth

After Yang Che heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.

He really didn't expect that Wu Qingxuan would be so obsessed with cultivating immortality.

For the sake of immortality, she would even give up her life.

But she has no fairy roots, everything is like the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, and in the end it is all in vain.

What's even more ironic is that Wu Qingxuan secretly "went astray" alone and accidentally met an old woman from the devil's path. From this, she learned that she was actually a rare "extremely yin body".

The 'extremely yin body' without immortal roots is more like a curse cast by heaven on Wu Qingxuan.

Her strong unwillingness and crazy obsession with the path to immortality caused her to develop extremely terrifying inner demons, and she was possessed by the old demonic woman using the magical secrets, and then forcibly controlled her body.

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"Without immortal roots, is there really no way to embark on the path of cultivating immortals?"

Wu Qingxuan stared blankly ahead, with a dull look on his face that was almost desperate.

Yang Che didn't know how to comfort her, so he stood there with his upper body naked and said nothing.

He couldn't help but think of his 'mutated double immortal roots'.

All the information he has read so far clearly tells him that in today's era of immortal cultivation, 'Tian En' has long since disappeared, and it is impossible to build a foundation with mutated double immortal roots.

Wu Qingxuan was worried that he had no immortal roots, but he was worried that he had an extra kind of immortal root.

Is there anything more ironic than this?

Even Yang Che suddenly thought that if his immortal roots were given to Wu Qingxuan and she became a person with immortal roots, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?

However, this absurd thought was only fleeting.

Throughout the ages, since the records of immortal cultivation began, what exactly the immortal root is and how it is born in the human body has remained a mystery to this day.

The Immortal Root itself cannot be taken away, let alone given away.

This has almost become an iron law for cultivating immortality.

If this were not the case, both the secular world and the immortal world would definitely be in chaos.

Wu Qingxuan is obsessed with whether he can embark on the path to immortality, but deep down in his heart, isn't he obsessed with whether he can build a foundation?

At this moment, Yang Che could empathize most with Wu Qingxuan.

But soon, determination appeared in his eyes.

Then Yang Che looked at Wu Qingxuan who was in a daze and suddenly asked: "You said that the old demonic woman is a monk from another country who infiltrated our Jiang country?"

Wu Qingxuan nodded and said: "That's right. She is a monk of Shura Kingdom's Heavenly Ghost Sect."

"Tiangui Sect?"

Yang Che had never heard of this sect, but he still couldn't help but think of the vicious curse the old woman swore before she died.

In his opinion, it was just the old woman venting her resentment before her death.

He didn't believe at all that this curse would really come true.

"The Heavenly Ghost Sect, the Heavenly Ghost Royal Clan..."

Yang Che silently considered in his heart whether to report this matter to the sect.

At this moment, his consciousness suddenly sensed that a cultivator seemed to be arriving outside Wumen.

"Someone is coming. Let's go out and take a look."

As Yang Che spoke, he took out a cyan jade bottle and a green jade bottle and handed them to Wu Qingxuan: "The cyan jade bottle is a nourishing pill that can cure internal and external injuries, and the green jade bottle is a Qingxin pill that can cure hundreds of poisons. You keep it.”

Wu Qingxuan took the jade bottle, feeling warm in her heart, but she knew that the regret in her heart could not be made up for.

The two of them came out of Black Wutan, Wu Qingxuan went back to his room to take a bath and change clothes, while Yang Che came to the gate of Wumen.

Outside the gate, there is a long bluestone staircase, and an old man and a young man are slowly climbing up the steps.

The old man has a bald head and no hair, with white beard and eyebrows. He is covered in blue monk's robes, his hands are clasped together, and his eyes are sharp but peaceful.

The young one is a young girl, but her expression is dull and listless.

After the old monk walked up the stone steps, he saw Yang Che and spoke first: "My friend, the filthy air only appeared in this place, but it has disappeared now. I think it must have been my fault. May I ask where it came from? What sect?”

Yang Che couldn't see through the old monk's cultivation, and the Sky Eye Technique was ineffective, which meant that the old man's cultivation was far above him.

"I am a disciple of Wulong Valley." Yang Che cupped his hands and replied truthfully.

"It turns out to be a little friend from Wulong Valley. I am Mingpu of Taiyan Temple. When I was practicing Buddhism today, I sensed the filthy atmosphere of the Ghost Sect here, so I came here to check it out. The filthy atmosphere has now It’s completely gone. But I see that there are dark lines in Xiaoyou Yintang, and it seems that he encountered a lot of trouble when he took action.”

Yang Che's heart sank when he heard this.

Is this person from Taiyan Temple really as capable as the scroll says?

Thinking of this, Yang Che immediately sincerely asked for advice: "Master Mingpu, how can I remove the black marks in my hall?"

Unexpectedly, the old monk Mingpu shook his head and said very directly:

"I can see it, but there is no way to solve it. If you want to remove the black marks of your Yintang, you can go to Taiyan Temple within a year. There are experts in our temple who can help you remove it."

Yang Che was a little doubtful, but after thinking for a moment, he still thanked him: "Thank you, Master. I will definitely go to Taiyan Temple within a year."

The old monk nodded, said no more, waved to the woman beside him, and was about to turn around and leave.

"Master, wait."

A clear and pleasant voice suddenly came.

Yang Che turned around and found that Wu Qingxuan, who had already changed her clothes, was walking towards here with a group of people left behind by the Wu clan.

"Master, are you from Taiyan Temple?" Wu Qingxuan asked immediately.

"Exactly." Old monk Mingpu clasped his hands together.

"Master, I want to enter Buddhism, can you take me there?"

As soon as Wu Qingxuan said this, all the Wumen behind her suddenly said anxiously: "Master..."

There was no emotion on the face of the old monk Mingpu. He just stared at Wu Qingxuan for a while, with a serious look on his face: "It is extremely rare in the world to have an extremely yin body but no immortal roots. What is your name?"

"Wu Qingxuan."

"Okay. You can enter my Taiyan Temple."

As Ming Pu spoke, he looked back at the woman beside him and said, "Miaocui, you won't be alone on this journey."

The young woman looked at Wu Qingxuan, a hint of joy gradually appeared on her dull face, and she smiled at Wu Qingxuan.

It's just that the smile looks rather stiff.

Yang Che did not expect that Wu Qingxuan actually knew about the 'Taiyan Temple' and wanted to enter this Buddhist sect. It was indeed a bit unexpected.

At this time, Wu Qingxuan turned around and said solemnly to a handsome young man: "Gong Xiao, you will be the leader of Wumen from now on. I hope that in your hands, Wumen can regain its prosperity and glory when my father was alive."

After saying that, she walked up to Yang Che, gave Yang Che a solemn salute, and said only two words: "Thank you."

Yang Che heard a very complicated meaning from these two words, but he didn't know what to say, so he just nodded slightly.

Old monk Mingpu left quickly with Wu Qingxuan and Miaocui.

Wumen also began to reorganize and recall...

After settling the matter with Wumen, Yang Che returned to Wulong Valley and Sunset Gorge without any further delay.

Wangxiju is far away.

Yang Che suddenly sensed a strange aura, which made his heart sink.

Flying back to Wangxiju at almost extreme speed.

In mid-air, he saw a tenth-level Qi Refining disciple wearing a black robe, sneaking around the backyard to investigate.

Yang Che's eyes were cold, and a trace of extreme coldness flashed through his eyes.