Gourd of Douluo

Chapter 626 Holy Dragon Sect

The Holy Dragon Sect is a sect whose overall strength is not weaker than the lower four sects.

However, like the lower four sects, the Holy Dragon Sect has never given birth to a titled Douluo, so even if the sect has more than a thousand disciples and is strong, it can only hover at the threshold of the top sect.

The Holy Dragon Sect is located in the Ashley Province of the Fabasi Principality within the Star Luo Empire, adjacent to the Barak Kingdom on the border of the Tiandou Empire.

There is a huge Hengmen standing at the entrance, towering like a cloud. You need to raise your head to see its full picture. The simple bronze-like door frame is full of complicated inscriptions. Only the dragon head hanging above the door remains the same. Although it has experienced It has been baptized by time, but its appearance has not been affected at all, which is obviously very extraordinary.

This is the bloodline symbol that the Holy Dragon Sect is proud of, the legendary white-armored holy dragon.

Many well-dressed disciples walked through the bronze gate and walked into the ancient but majestic sect's residence.

Today is the biannual sect competition. Except for the disciples stationed outside, most of the disciples who traveled have returned.

What's strange is that the sect leader who never misses any major event is absent for the first time. Of course, this is just a small thing and no one will care about it. The disciples care more about ranking rewards.

In the back mountain of Shenglong Sect, the sect master's study room.

A two-meter-tall man with a strong physique wearing a white suit walked in.

"Father, you are looking for me." Although Tuoba Yan was very confused as to why his father summoned him on this important day, he still stood aside quietly.

Tuoba Xi nodded with satisfaction at his son's calm demeanor.

"I have been walking on thin ice all my life and have worked diligently for the sect. The sect has also cultivated me with the same attitude. I am proud to be born and raised in such a sect."

"But I have always had a regret over the years, that is, the sect has never produced a titled Douluo. Ten years ago, I was already standing on the threshold of level 89. It seemed that I was only one step away from level 90, but I It is clear that if there is no opportunity, you will not be able to break through this thin barrier until your death."

"But now, the opportunity has finally arrived."

The senior who established the Holy Dragon Sect was a Soul Douluo who betrayed the Wuhun Palace a hundred years ago and received the protection of the Xingluo Royal Family.

This is an identity on the surface, but in fact it is just a painful drama directed and performed by Wuhundian in order to lay a secret for the Star Luo Empire.

The Holy Dragon Sect spent hundreds of years building up an image of loyalty for itself, dispelling the suspicions of the empire's top officials, so Tuoba Xi immediately received the news that the Zhou family had adopted a son-in-law.

Regardless of the opportunity to get guidance from Mrs. Zhou, there is hope for further progress.

It is better to improve the reputation of the sect, make friends with knowledgeable people, and find talents for Wuhun Palace.

No matter how you look at it, there are only advantages and no disadvantages to marriage.

Tuoba Xi looked at his son seriously, "Yan'er, the time has come for you to dedicate yourself to the sect."

The huge pressure made Tuoba Yan unable to breathe.

Although he is the son of the clan leader and has never lacked resources, his talent is only average among the younger generation of the sect. He has practiced hard and diligently until now, and he is still far away from the Soul Emperor.

Future achievements can be seen at a glance, tasteless when eaten, and a pity to abandon.

But as a marriage tool, he can barely handle it.

Just like now, he can't even move, can he shake his head and say no.

Seeing Tuoba Yan nodding in agreement with difficulty, Tuoba Xi's eyes showed relief, "Very good, he is indeed my son. Next, I will ask a master of court etiquette to teach you. You can go down and rest."

Walking out of the study, Tuoba Yan suddenly felt confused about his life, and suddenly remembered a noble dinner he attended with his father when he was very young.

The adults are working together to achieve interests, and the young ones are playing on the lawn. They are all the new generation of the family. This is the beginning of a lifelong friendship, and even the beginning of marriage.

And without knowing it, he made a baby kiss with a girl early.

Thinking about it now, she should be happy because she doesn't have to marry a stranger she has never met.

"The forty-second experiment begins."

Wang Xiaofeng nodded to the water avatar beside him, took a deep breath, and once again probed into the remains of the evil god with his spirit-bearing soul power.

Loud, chaotic, twisted.

The first thing that entered Wang Xiaofeng's ears was a roar that seemed to tear his consciousness apart.

This is the power of pollution.

Wang Xiaofeng and Dai Mubai were telling the truth. He did eliminate the ability of the wreckage to pollute the environment, but it did not include that he would not instinctively fight back when attacked.

After being weakened by the gourd, this power of pollution no longer leads people to chaos, nor does it no longer amplify human desires.

There is truth hidden in the chaos and distortion, which is the essential power of the evil god that has not completely dissipated.

It entered Wang Xiaofeng's consciousness along the spiritual connection, and then poured into his soul. At the same time, the reality of the world unfolded towards Wang Xiaofeng.

Almost at this moment, Wang Xiaofeng felt as if his soul had been separated from his body, and the whole world unfolded in his 'vision' in a distorted form.

He saw his skin and blood vessels appearing in his field of vision at the same time, saw the energy flowing in his body, and saw the 'undulating' soul power routes as the soul power flowed.

Wang Xiaofeng had also used his mind to 'see inwards' his body, but even the 'vision' that his mind expanded had never displayed these soul power flows in front of him so clearly.

He could clearly see every tiny beat in those hair-thin soul power lines.

Every beat of these soul power lines seems to be stepping on some string at the bottom of the world, filled with a rhythm that is almost integrated into nature itself.

This proves that Wang Xiaofeng's soul power is operating normally.

He often looks inward and adjusts the route of his soul power so that it can flow smoothly without being blocked.

Although these soul power movement routes are perfect in small details, in the overall direction, it feels a little "violating" to him at this moment.

He couldn't explain clearly why it was inconsistent, but from a 'high-dimensional' perspective, he could detect that such an operation route was inconsistent.

He actually knew the source of the problem.

The skill secrets created by predecessors did not completely match him.

After all, there are no identical bodies in this world, and the bodies of previous people will not be exactly the same as his.

The length of limbs, the size of organs, slight differences add up to huge differences.

He consciously picked up the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought and created a technique that was completely suitable for him. However, his cultivation was all figured out by himself by comparing the techniques and secrets he had learned with each other.

He knew that there must be something wrong with his cultivation method, but he didn't know where the problem was. Even an internal vision could only tell him where things were not running smoothly and could be adjusted slightly, but it would not tell him whether the soul power should be used. Should it run like this? Should we take this loop?

But in his current state, he could clearly feel the inconsistency of these circuits.

So he began to observe these routes carefully, and as his attention became more focused, the chaotic noises in his mind became louder and louder. At the same time, he felt that his spirit was rapidly getting tired.

Even though he can resist contamination, he doesn't stay in this state for long.

He didn't know what was wrong with these running routes, so he could only start from the route that felt most inconsistent and make adjustments based on his 'intuition'.

This kind of adjustment tends to be time-consuming and laborious, but fortunately, he has a certain understanding of the soul power route flowing in his body, so the scope of "exhaustive" he needs to do is much smaller.

After trying it for the thirteenth time, he finally felt that the strong 'sense of disobedience' in this section of the soul power circuit disappeared.

Correspondingly, there is an ultimate sense of 'comfort', just like obsessive-compulsive disorder finally making two asymmetrical things symmetrical.

At the same time, he could feel that the flow of soul power in his body seemed to be 'speeding up' a bit.

At this moment, he felt his head dizzy, his consciousness pulled away from the remains of the evil god, and he fell backward, falling on the chair that the clone had prepared.

The feeling of peering into the 'reality' and the high perspective disappeared instantly, leaving only a severe headache like tearing apart.

The roar of pollution, a severe headache, and some trance-like mental confusion rushed towards Wang Xiaofeng's consciousness one after another.

"How long did it last this time?"

"One minute, thirteen seconds, sixty-seven, I lasted 0.12 seconds longer than last time."

Moisture leaned forward and folded his hand down, stuffed it into the cup, and placed it in front of Wang Xiaofeng.

"We all said that water must be boiled before drinking." Wang Xiaofeng slumped on the chair and said in a hoarse voice.

But in the end, he drank up every drop of water in the cup.

Although the 'high position' perspective is good, it consumes too much mental energy, and there are hundreds of circuits in the body that need to be adjusted.

But fortunately, Wang Xiaofeng still took note of those routes that felt inconsistent.

He began to be careful, enduring the severe headache, and adjusted his route without that kind of 'high-level' perspective.

Then he rested for a while, waiting until he recovered a little, and then immersed his consciousness in the wreckage again.

The next second, he once again entered the high-level 'omniscient' field of vision. This time, he just glanced at his body and immediately pulled out his consciousness.

This time, the overall sense of dissonance in the energy lines has not disappeared, but it can be clearly felt that the sense of dissonance in individual routes has disappeared.

So he continued to adjust the flow of the soul power route in his body. After adjusting, he used his consciousness to immerse himself in the wreckage and take a look to determine whether his direction was correct.

Time passed by, and when the sky was approaching dawn, all the soul power movement routes were finally adjusted to the most suitable position.

Wang Xiaofeng lay on the bed, breathing heavily, sweat sliding down his cheeks. His headache was still severe, even more severe, but he felt more comfortable than ever before.

It's like carrying a big mountain on your back all the time. My body is used to it, so it doesn't feel like anything special.

But now, that big mountain is gone, his body is liberated, and his whole body feels as light as stepping on the clouds.

His soul power operation efficiency has increased by at least 20%, and all body functions have been improved to a greater or lesser extent.

The biggest improvement is the cultivation speed. The soul power conversion efficiency has been at least doubled compared to before. In other words, as long as the spiritual energy is enough, the cultivation speed is doubled.

The quality and quantity of Wang Xiaofeng's own soul power is comparable to that of a level 80 Contra, so even with Moon Ooze and various resources stacked up, his cultivation speed has never been very fast.

It was originally estimated that it would be possible to break through to the Soul Emperor in the fall of next year, but based on the current situation, we can try to break through this winter.

I finally made up for it a little bit. Tomorrow is another day at work, maybe? I already have inspiration for a new book, but I don’t know if it’s better to write a Star Iron fanfic or a Genshin Impact fanfic. It seems that the protagonist’s setting will not be awkward either way.