It is rude to say that the dojo of Xuanling Tianzun is the largest secret treasure in the Xuanyang world. According to reliable records, at least ten Mahayana people have entered the dojo of Xuanling Tianzun and obtained great opportunities, and a large number of high-level monks have died in the dojo.

   Xuanling Tianzun's dojo only appears once in tens of thousands of years, and the location is not fixed, it depends entirely on luck.

   "Xuanling Tianzun's Dojo!"

  Shangguan Tianhong took a deep breath and looked excited, he naturally knew what it meant.

   It seems that God Xuanji's calculation is accurate. This is Ye Xuanji's chance, and it is also Shangguan Tianhong's chance. Maybe he can take this opportunity to advance to the integration period.

   "Go, go in quickly, the Mahayana monks will come too late, it will not be so easy to get in."

   Michelle Ye searched the belongings of the two blood shadow clan, burned the corpses, turned into a flash of light and left, and Shangguan Tianhong hurriedly followed.

The    Nine-Colored Light Gate was so conspicuous that it could be seen from a long distance. The news spread quickly, and a large number of experts rushed to the Xuanying Mountains.

   One day later, two rays of light flew from the distant sky. Not long after, the two rays of light stopped high in the sky. It was Chen Yueying and Yang Qinglong.

   "Xuanling Tianzun's Dojo!"

  Chen Yueying's expression was excited, her chance had come.

   "Let's go, I hope that the topographic map handed in by Shi-nephew Wang will come in handy."

  Chen Yueying and Yang Qinglong flew towards the Nine-Colored Light Gate, very fast.

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All races and forces in the Xuanguang Continent are boiling, a large number of masters rushed to the Xuanying Mountains, and the Blood Shadow Clan sent a large number of masters, with the dojo as the center, the radius of a billion miles was blocked, and masters from small forces were not allowed to enter. But there is discovery, killing without mercy.

This move by the Blood Shadow Clan aroused dissatisfaction from other races. Under the instruction of several Mahayana monks, dozens of small races joined forces to attack the Blood Shadow Clan and started a race war. Several powerful races took the lead and took this opportunity to distract the Blood Shadow Clan. force.

  According to the usual practice, Xuanling Tianzun's dojo will last for about a year. Before Xuanling Tianzun's dojo was closed, the Blood Shadow Clan was lost and targeted by various forces.

   Even if the Blood Shadow Clan is released, it is useless. A large number of masters rushed to the Xuanying Mountains, and all the way, the low-level clansmen of the Blood Shadow Clan will definitely suffer, which is no different from an invasion.

  Because the dojo of Xuanling Tianzun appeared in the world, a racial war broke out in Xuanguang Continent, many forces participated in the war, and the chaos became a pot of porridge.

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   Xuanling Continent, Zhenhai Palace.

  A manor with a very large area, Song Yiming and Song Yuchan are sitting in a cyan stone pavilion, drinking tea and chatting.

   "You have a celestial body, your divine sense is naturally powerful, and Junior Brother Wang's divine sense is not worse than yours?"

  Song Yiming said in surprise.

  Song Yuchan has a celestial body, her divine sense is naturally powerful, and she is suitable for being a puppet master and a refiner. In addition, her cultivation technique is somewhat special, and she can sense the strength of other immortal cultivators' spiritual sense.

  Song Yuchan nodded and said, "I guess there will be an adventure! Otherwise, he won't be here today."

   "That's right, I don't know about Junior Sister Chen and Junior Brother Yang..."

   Song Yiming frowned before finishing his words. He took out a golden dharma plate and entered a tactic, his face became ugly.

   "Father, what happened?"

   Song Yuchan asked nervously.

   "Junior Brother Yang's natal soul lamp went out!"

  Song Yiming said in a deep voice.

   "Senior Brother Yang has died?"

  Song Yuchan said in surprise.

   "Not necessarily. If you are trapped in some special restrictions, some treasures and secret techniques can also make the soul lamp of life go out. I hope I am overthinking it."

  Song Yiming's expression was solemn.

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   Qinglian Island, Bookstore.

  In a certain guest room, Wang Yifu scratched his head and scratched his ears, and there were a lot of books scattered on the ground.

   "It's really difficult to deduce the exercises. With reference to more than a dozen sets of exercises, there are too many problems in the deduced exercises, ranging from slow practice at light, to crazy at worst."

   Wang Yifu said to himself, his face full of sadness.

  When Wang Moshan took over as the head of the family, he organized a group of clansmen to sort out the exercises collected by the family and try to deduce them.

   For thousands of years, with little success.

   There was a knock on the door, Wang Yifu frowned, and said impatiently, "Come in."

   As soon as the door opened, Wang Chuanlin walked in, holding a thick book in his hand.

   "Ancestor Yifu, I have already sorted out the classics you asked me to sort out."

  Wang Chuanlin handed the classics in his hand to Wang Yifu.

   After he was elected as the guardian of the pavilion, he was responsible for sorting out the family's Five Elements exercises, which were classified according to the number of layers, magical powers, and the founder's cultivation for easy reference.

   "Got it, just put it down. The family has recently acquired a batch of exercises. Go and sort it out, sort it out, and send it over."

   Wang Yifu ordered.

  Wang Chuanlin responded, pondered for a while, and asked curiously, "Ancestor Yifu, are you deducing the exercises?"

   "Well, most of the exercises collected are ordinary, or there are other forces, and there is no uniqueness. It would be nice if there were our family's unique exercises."

   Wang Yifu said without raising his head, his great-grandfather was the first generation in charge, and in his generation, there has not been much progress.

  This chapter is not over, please click to continue reading! Page 1 of 2 The exercises practiced by the Wang family are all created by other monks, and there is no set of exercises that belong to the Wang family.

The deduction of the exercises still needs continuous improvement, unless the monks who created the exercises have a high cultivation base and are very talented in deducing the exercises. The monks who can do this are basically the major ones. The founder of the force or the founder of the mountain.

   "Our family's unique practice!"

  Wang Chuanlin was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously thought of Wang Qingqi. Wang Qingqi's last words before his death were that he hoped that the family would have a unique healing medicine and not be controlled by others.

"Yeah! There are integrated monks in our family, the treasure of the town family is the mid-grade Tongtian Lingbao, the guardian spirit beast is the sixth-order, but there is no unique exercise, this is not possible, but it is too difficult to deduce the exercise, I At present, the deduction is in the stage of spiritual transformation, and some places are not smooth. It depends on your younger generation. Of course, the cultivation base is the foundation, and the second is the deduction of the exercises. The ancestors of Qingqi were limited by the development background of the family. Our starting point is relatively high, and we have to work hard, and we must have our own town clan practice."

   Wang Yifu said seriously.

  A generation has a mission for a generation. The harder he works, the starting point for the next generation will be higher. Sooner or later, the family will have its own unique practice, and there must be a well-known family practice.

  Wang Chuanlin responded, turned around and walked out, closing the door.

   "Yeah! Our family seems to be lacking in Clan cultivation techniques, and everything else is there."

  Wang Chuanlin said to himself, a seed took root in his heart. ( )