"What!" Wu Yong looked at the old man in surprise

Lao Tzu sighed and said: "The law of the jungle is the survival of the fittest, this is the immutable law." And human beings, in the wilderness realm, are too weak and too weak...... Whether it's demon beasts, demon gods, or those feathered angels, they are born much more powerful than humans. And you have found it, when you come to the Barbarian Realm, everything is starting from scratch, and the laws you have comprehended in the Nether Realm are all integrated into your body to resist the spiritual pressure of the Barbarian Realm, otherwise, your body will have exploded when you come to the Barbarian Realm. ”

"In the next 100 years, you will get any help you want, don't feel short, this time is already recognized after we have paid a lot of money. In a hundred years, in a hundred years, if you can't become a qualified powerhouse, you will be ruthlessly eliminated. The demons probably wouldn't mind eating a real human. If that's the case, that's a pity. ”

"According to what you said, this world is the jungle, and demons seem to feed on humans, if this is the case, why can we humans survive in this world. ”

With a long sigh again, the old man looked at the young ascendant earnestly, but shook his head.

"You'll know later, shut up now, on the way to the Martial Arts Temple, you are strictly forbidden to speak without my permission. After coldly saying this, the old man grabbed Wu Yong's arm and rose directly into the air.

There was the sound of the whirring wind in his ears, and the two of them flew at a gallop in the air, and inadvertently Wu Yong's gaze swept over the primitive mountains and forests below, and as far as the eye could see, what he saw was that some powerful demons gathered together in twos and threes, grasping bloody pieces of meat in their hands, chewing.

This is a 10,000-meter-high sky-inserting giant peak, the top of the giant peak is a flat land with thousands of square meters, there is an ancient temple built purely by huge stones above, just the gate, it is as high as more than 80 meters, the door post is purely composed of some rough boulders, from the outside, the whole hall is like a whole. At the top of the gate is a quaint character "武".

When Wu Yong arrived at this martial arts temple, he found that the square paved with bluestone on both sides of the temple was full of people, and everyone occupied a space with bluestone slabs, in an orderly manner. These people, old and young, were cultivating with their eyes closed, and if it weren't for the old man telling him, these were all martial artists who had encountered a bottleneck here, and were cultivating in the temple, he would have thought that they were dead.

The two walked along the gravel road that ran through the center of the square towards the gate, and the footsteps seemed to wake up several martial artists who were cultivating ascetically, opened their eyes, and glanced at the old man and Wu Yong in surprise, they quickly closed their eyes and sank into self-cultivation.

At the gate, two handsome men with waist-length white hair and a look of about thirty or forty sat cross-legged in the middle of the gate, and saw a group of two people walking towards the temple, one of them opened his eyes, at that moment, Wu Yong felt that the whole world seemed to light up suddenly, and finally a pair of eyes as bright as stars filled his entire mind.

"Elder Jian, is this the newly ascended clansman?" the man began, his voice flat.

Nodding, the old man spoke: "Yes, Lord Apostle, in the next hundred years, his martial arts will be completely entrusted to you. ”

Nodding slightly, the man said, "Understood, now you can go." ”

Hearing this, the old man smiled, patted Wu Yong's shoulder, and said, "Now everything depends on you." If you have any questions, you can ask the two apostles. After a hundred years, if you still have nothing to achieve, then you can only blame yourself for losing your life. ”

Wu Yong nodded indifferently, unmoved. Seeing the old man rise into the air and disappear from sight, he slowly walked over to the two apostles and sat down cross-legged.

"Name?" The apostle on the left didn't open his eyes, but the voice came from him.

"Wu Yong. ”

The apostle stretched out a finger in his right hand and wrote the word "Wu Yong" in the void.

"Okay, the registration is complete. After that, the left apostle's hands slowly fell to his knees, and finally he was motionless, Wu Yong could no longer sense any trace of the breath that a living person should have from him, if he hadn't talked to him just now, he would have wondered if the body in front of him was left for some strong people to sit on.

"Well, then, please come with me. The apostle on the right looked serious, stood up, and turned to walk into the main hall.

Inside the huge temple, a long corridor leads into the infinite darkness, and the two sides of the corridor are divided into countless small spaces by stone walls.

As many as tens of thousands of small rooms made Wu Yong feel dizzy, and the breath emitted from each small room was as vast and unfathomable as the sun, moon, and world. The temple attendant led Wu Yong into a dark room, pressed his palm on the wall, and with a rumbling sound, the floor split into two pieces, slowly submerging into the walls on both sides, and another dark passage was revealed under the floor.

The apostle stood at the entrance of the passage, pointed to the staircase leading to an unknown place and said to Wu Yong: "Go down, there are countless martial arts secrets hidden there, as for whether you can pick a high-level martial arts secret, it depends on your luck." Although there are many martial arts in the temple, most of them are some basic martial arts. It's all up to you. ”

"Thank you!" After saying this, Wu Yong resolutely stepped into the dark unknown.

"Martial arts, that's fun......"

The apostle had said that there were many martial arts secrets in the temple, but it was not until he entered the dark passage under the temple that Wu Yong understood the true meaning of this sentence.

The martial arts of the temple are engraved on the rock mass on both sides of this passage, and all the handwriting is dense and very small, and it is difficult to read it if you don't pay attention. In addition, it has to be mentioned that this stone step does not always extend straight to the bottom of the mountain, but constantly circling back and forth in the mountain, and the mountain itself is as high as 10,000 meters, so that the space for depicting the martial arts map is very large.

After seven days and seven nights, Wu Yong's footsteps only advanced eight squares on the steps below, and it can be imagined how rich the martial arts here are.

A hundred years is already a short time, and it will take at least a few months to see the martial arts in this passage, not to mention that there are as many as tens of thousands of people in a room like this. Martial arts are expensive but not too expensive, so it is not easy to choose a martial art that suits you best.

For three months, Wu Yong had spent all his time browsing these martial arts, and he had only crossed a thousand steps. But after spending so much time, he finally found a trick. These martial arts atlases do not seem to have come from one person, and each person's handwriting and writing style is different. After discovering this, Wu Yong simply closed his eyes and began to touch the martial arts atlas on the wall with his finger to his eye.

Every person who carves his own martial arts, when he leaves words on the wall, more or less has a little bit of his own breath, and the higher his cultivation, the stronger the breath. With the breath left between the lines by the founders of these martial arts, Wu Yong quickly screened it. In just one day's work, he had stepped up three hundred stone steps.

In the passage, Wu Yong was not the only viewer, when he descended to the 30,000th stone steps, he met a down-and-out martial artist, holding a rusty sword, frantically browsing the secret records on the wall. Seeing Wu Yong without raising his eyes, he walked past him quickly, and he snorted slightly in his nose, as if he was quite disdainful.

After three months, Wu Yong finally came to the end of the passage, and at the end of the dark passage, there was a bare stone wall, and there was nothing left in it. Along the way, Wu Yong felt hundreds of thousands of different breaths, and the breaths were strong and weak, and they were different. After browsing all the martial arts secret records in this passage, Wu Yong closed his eyes and hurried back.

At the 40,000th stone staircase going back, he found what he was looking for. It was a small piece of writing that was only a few hundred words, but it was carved on the side of the stone steps, not on the wall like other martial arts methods. The aura revealed in that small print was very strange, completely different from the aura of the other words in this passage. This point finally caught Wu Yong's attention.

At the beginning of this small print of a few hundred words, there is the name of this martial arts mental method, which is the four quaint words "True Illusion Sword Intent", and behind this text, there is a passage left by the creator of the merit spectrum.

- This mental method is only a beginner mental method, and the later mental method needs to be created by the practitioner himself, whether it succeeds or not, everything is practiced in his own creation. Even I didn't do it. I was going to destroy this work, but I couldn't bear to destroy it because of my hard work. Those who practice this exercise should remember to be cautious and cautious when they see this passage.

A year later, Wu Yong finally stepped out of the dark underground passage. Bowing his head and raising the threshold of the temple, the moment he raised his head to see the light of day, Wu Yong felt like a world away.

"I thought it would take you at least ten years to get out of it, but I didn't expect you to come out so quickly. The apostle on the right turned his back to Wu Yong and said indifferently.

"How about it, have you chosen the martial arts you want to practice?"

Wu Yong looked at the low sky, the thick dark clouds above had not dispersed for a long time, and huge shadows were cast on the earth, and even the earth was covered with a layer of darkness. Walking briskly past the apostle, Wu Yong said indifferently: "Yes." Then he disappeared from the apostle's view.

The square outside the temple is more like an endless plain. The square is made up of as many bluestone slabs as there are people. However, every day there are people who get up from the bluestone slab and walk down the mountain, and every day there are people who come down the mountain and sit down on the bluestone slab.

After waiting for a long time, Wu Yong finally found a vacant bluestone slab under a huge banyan tree tens of meters high, and then sat down on the bluestone slab.

On the adjacent bluestone slab, there were four cultivators, and these four people were immersed in self-cultivation, not caring about Wu Yong's arrival.

True Illusion Sword Intent, the first heaven, is divided into three layers, namely, Imperial Sword, Phantom Sword, and True Sword.

In the Barbarian Realm, every kind of martial arts secret cultivation to a certain extent has the power of earth-shattering, weeping ghosts and gods, and any kind of martial arts is not comparable to the exercises of the original immortal realm.

Because Wu Yong originally entered the Tao with a sword. These three styles of imperial sword style, phantom sword style, and real sword style, although it is obscure to him, he still has a clue. The only biggest difficulty was that the aura in his body had come to naught.

When you reach the Savage Realm, you have to re-cultivate, and this is not called Aura, but the Force!

The four masters who sank into self-cultivation around him, but the momentum that was inadvertently emanating from the surface of his body also made him feel shocked, and one of them seemed to practice the Extreme Yin Force, which made him feel like he was falling into the ice kiln.

After Wu Yong became familiar with the mental method of the True Illusion Sword Intent, his thoughts spread, and Wu Yong found that there were at least 3,000 people in the field who had mastered the sword, and several of them had already achieved the cultivation of the sword.

The space in the square is limited, and it is not allowed to show off when practicing, so the only way to practice is to practice in the mind.

Wu Yong woke up from meditation, opened his eyes, and the sword light of a half-inch sword shone out of his eyes.

Practicing the art of illusory sword is very demanding on the Force, and it is also extremely draining of the Force, so to practice the art of illusory sword, you must first have a very strong Force. But unfortunately, there is no skill to enhance the force in the mental method of the True Illusion Sword Intent, and it seems that the founder thinks that the person who practices this mental method is a strong person who is strong enough to a certain extent.

Then, Wu Yong found a fun exercise in the underground corridor of the temple, "Nine Turns of Qiangsheng Xuangong", which can be practiced in conjunction with the Nine Deaths Xuangong he obtained when he was on Earth, as well as the Heaven-Swallowing Immortal Formula, Wu Yong named this self-created exercise "Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong".

Wu Yong had to suspect that the strong man who left the Nine Deaths Xuangong on the earth was likely to come from the barbarian realm.

In this way, in the Savage Realm, there may be a way to return to Earth, or to return to the Immortal Realm.

The first step in practicing the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Xuangong is to disperse the exercises, self-cutting off the seven meridians and eight veins of the whole body, so that the force in the body is exhausted.

Scattering gong, where is it an easy task, self-cutting off the seven meridians and eight veins of the whole body, it can almost be said to be a wasted person, where can you still practice martial arts.

As long as a person has a little common sense of martial arts, he will not believe in this set of exercises, and for tens of billions of years, the number of people who have practiced this set of skills will definitely not exceed two digits. Most people, when they see the first step of this set of exercises, which is not even the first level of mental method, immediately retreat. But Wu Yong doesn't have the Force on him.