Nobody Truly Think Master is a Mortal, Right?

In front of the Dharma Hall.

Ye Luo stood here, looking up at the ancient and solemn palace in front of him.

A sense of solemnity naturally arises in my heart.

Especially when he saw the three big characters 'Dharma Transmission Hall' written like dragons and snakes above the palace, it made him feel even more dazed.

Indistinctly from the three words, I saw the disillusionment of life and death, the prehistoric universe, and countless pictures emerged.

This made Ye Luo feel the extraordinaryness of the sect again, and also felt fortunate that he could join such a hidden sect.

Thinking like this, he couldn't help but straighten his clothes.

Step into the Dharma Hall.

As far as the eye can see, there are rows of stone platforms lying horizontally, there are nine rows of stone platforms, and each row has nine stone platforms.

On each stone platform is a code of secrets.

"anyone there?"

Ye Luo spoke softly.

The sound came out, causing waves of echoes.

And no one answered.

Generally speaking, places such as the Dharma Hall where secret manuals and codes are taught are all important places for sects, and there are strong people in charge.

But there was no one in the Dharma Hall of Wudao Sect, and it seemed empty and silent.

This deepened Ye Luo's thoughts.

The powerhouses of Wudao Sect must have already soared!

His master was also on the verge of ascension, so he was born to accept him as his apprentice.

The purpose is to entrust Wu Dao Sect to him when he grows up, and then ascend to immortality!

He must not live up to the expectations of the master, he must understand and cultivate well, and become a strong person as soon as possible!

At that time, the master will definitely show a gratified smile.

Ye Luo thought of this, and Dao Xin became more determined.

He wanted to pick up the code of cheats on the stone platform and have a look.

Yu Guang inadvertently glanced at the corner.

There was a pile of books in the corner.

He walked over subconsciously.

picked up one of them.

Azure Dragon Body Refinement...

This book……

He has heard it!

Ye Luo came from a family in a medium-sized city.

The city family he belongs to is all under the jurisdiction of a powerful sect named 'Qinglong Daozong'.

And the Qinglong Daozong's Suppressing Cultivation Technique is the Qinglong Body Refinement Art!

There is a Qinglong Daozong's Zhenzong exercise in his Wu Daozong's Dharma Hall? ?

It's still treated like garbage and thrown into the corner...

Is this the Hidden World Sect?

love love.

Ye Luo was emotional, put down the book in his hand, and then looked at the other books in the corner.

Seeing this, it made him exclaim again and again.

"Withered trees meet the end of spring, isn't this the unspoken secret of the Spring Wood Sect??"

"The Sword of Death, the strongest swordsmanship of the only kendo sect in Dongzhou..."

"The magic spell, the magic of the magic sect..."

"..."

read a lot.

Ye Luo realized that these are all the secrets of the practice of the major sects.

And most of them are secrets that are not passed down or sectarian exercises.

Every time it is taken out, it can cause a bloody storm, and it is normal for countless strong people to break their heads for it.

But these things, when they fall into their Wudao sect, can only be reduced to the point of being thrown into the corner and eating ashes.

Is this the foundation of the hidden world sect?

Ye Luo took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement.

Try to get his heart back to peace.

He has no spiritual roots yet and cannot cultivate.

No matter how defiant these secrets were, he couldn't cultivate.

on the contrary……

His master knew that he had no spiritual roots, and even asked him to come to the Dharma Hall.

Maybe he just wanted to hone his Dao heart so that he wouldn't be surprised to see anything in the future.

He can't get excited!

In the future, he will inherit the man of Wudao Sect!

Ye Luo calmed down.

He flipped through the books in the corner again.

Turn a blind eye to those cultivation books.

Turned over for a long time.

He found one of the interesting books.

On the secrets of ancient times!

what book is this?

Books that record events from ancient times? ?

Ye Luo became interested.

Maybe he can get information about Wu Dao sect from this book.

He picked up the book and sat directly on the ground.

Open the book and read it.

The first sentence in the book made him stupefied.

'It is rumored that in ancient times, everyone had no spiritual roots, and the realm of Nascent Soul Transformation and Divine Transformation was only a threshold for cultivation. Later, due to the drastic changes in the heaven and the earth, the spiritual energy was insufficient. As for the exhaustion of spiritual energy...'

Ye Luo's heart was shocked, as if he understood something, he hurriedly scrolled down and refused to omit a word.

...

at the same time.

In Dongzhou, forest country.

in a city.

A chasing battle between immortals is taking place.

The one being chased was the extrajudicial fanatic Zhang San.

Zhang San tried his best to escape, but couldn't get rid of countless strong men.

Can only barely hang them.

While fleeing, Zhang San looked at the strong men from the major sects behind him, pretending to be relaxed and laughing loudly.

"You are still the powerhouses of the major sects? That's all? If you can't catch up, what's the use of asking you?"

He wants to anger these powerhouses so that they can drain their mana, and then take the opportunity to shake them off.

His ideas are beautiful.

Unfortunately, he was destined to run away.

Just when Zhang San finished speaking.

A huge palm print fell from the sky, directly blasting Zhang San into the ground.

rumbling...

The entire city was shaken.

A cloud of dust shrouded the area.

After a while.

An old man in black robe stepped out of the dust mist, holding Zhang San like a dead dog in his hand.

The black-robed old man threw Zhang San on the ground.

Powerhouses from various sects gathered around and wanted to speak.

The black-robed old man waved his hand, indicating that everyone should not speak, he walked up, mentioned Zhang San, and said hoarsely: "Outlaw madman...Tell me, my holy land's practice, as well as the practice of major sects, Where are they? Say it, the old man can make your death easier."

Zhang San was panting, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, tremblingly took out eight taels of silver from his arms and handed it to the black-robed old man.

The black-robed old man took eight taels of silver, and his consciousness swept over, but he found nothing.

He couldn't help frowning and threw eight taels of silver to those behind him.

"Let's see if this silver is some other kind of storage device."

Many strong men took the silver and observed it carefully.

After observing for a long time, I found nothing.

Zhang San said quietly: "Don't think about it, this is not a storage tool, this is silver. I sold all the secret books and codes of your respective families for eight taels of silver."

Black-robed old man: "?"

Many strong people: "??"

Each of the secret books and codes of their major sects is priceless.

For eight taels of silver, they sold the secret manuals and codes of their major sects? ?

Are you kidding them? ?

The eyes of many powerhouses looking at Zhang San began to turn bad.

Zhang San swallowed a mouthful of blood and continued: "This is true, it's in Tianwu Mountain! There is a sect called Wudao Sect on Tianwu Mountain. Two silver coins bought those secret manuals and codes..."

"If you don't believe me, I can take you there. If not, then I will take off my head and play as a ball for you..."