Mu Ningzhou, Qingyu Sect, outer disciple practice ground.

Yang Mu had a weed in his mouth and lay in the shade of a tree with his eyes closed.

"After two years, it was finally done. They opened their eyes suddenly, and a cold light flashed above their pupils.

Two years ago, a ceremony was held within the sect to determine aptitude. The outer disciples of the younger generation of them all stood in a row, and the elders examined the bones one by one.

Before that ceremony, whether it was the cultivation of basic exercises or the use of true qi, Yang Mu had always been the leader of this generation of disciples. Wherever he goes, there will be a group of followers around him, like the stars holding the moon. The peers around him are very envious of him.

It was even rumored that some elders had noticed this excellent young outer disciple and were ready to accept him as a personal disciple after the assessment.

However, the results of the aptitude test showed that Yang Mu's root bones were actually inferior to foreign products. The grade of the root bone is divided into one to nine grades, with the first grade being the highest and the nine grades being the worst, and each grade is divided into two grades. Different products, usually the meridians or muscles and bones are different from ordinary people, and they cannot be cultivated like normal people.

After the elder announced the results, Yang Mu noticed that the eyes of the others looking at him had changed. The group of people who often followed him dispersed unconsciously, and the originally lively and wonderful world seemed to have quieted down in a day, leaving him alone.

"This guy is still a little stronger than us now, but it's a pity that his roots are alien, and he is destined to become a mortal in the future. ”

"If you have a different spiritual root, it seems that it is also possible to cultivate?"

"I haven't seen a single senior brother who is a foreign product, and it is impossible to find a way to cultivate at all! In a few months, it will be impossible for him to enter the realm with half a point of cultivation. ”

"Yes, we are still far away from him, Xiuwei has not entered the realm, and he will leave the sect sooner or later. ”

Gossip like this gradually reached Yang Mu's ears, and some people didn't even shy away from it at all, deliberately humiliating him with Yang Mu's audible voice. And Yang Muquan pretended not to hear it and ignored them.

During that time, he cultivated very hard, day and night. However, he soon discovered the fatal problem, because of his abnormal spiritual root condition, the cultivation of the exercises soon entered a bottleneck, and no matter how hard he tried, he never improved by half a point.

Sometimes, Yang Mu even began to wonder if he would really become a mortal and live this life in mediocrity. Fear and a sense of powerlessness in the face of reality tormented this teenage boy all day long. Until one night, he was awakened by a sharp pain in his head.

"How can I help you?" A vast voice sounded in Yang Mu's sea of knowledge, and that voice was like a thunderbolt above the nine heavens, full of endless majesty.

Yang Mu didn't know what the situation was, and every time the voice spat out a word, his entire head was in sharp pain, and his whole body trembled. Even so, he endured the pain and asked, "Who are you, and why are you in my sea of consciousness?"

"I, the boundless, endless ancient god, is a brand of mine. The voice said indifferently, "I need to take a wisp of your soul in exchange for something I can do for you."

There is no harm in taking away a wisp of soul, and you can rest assured. ”

"A wisp of soul? if you need it, just take it," Yang Mu was already sweating profusely and could not support it, but he still gritted his teeth with red eyes and said, "I only need strength, as long as you can make me stronger......"

The voice was still cold and emotionless, and began to recite scriptures that Yang Mu had never heard of, which made Yang Mu feel that the pressure in the sea of knowledge disappeared in an instant.

However, in the next moment, a huge and incomparably large spiritual energy instantly hit the depths of his sea of consciousness, and the strong spiritual impact even made Yang Mu feel a tremor at the soul level, as if he was placed in a vast ocean and drifted with the waves, gradually losing consciousness.

When Yang Mu woke up again, he was still in a trance, but he already had many more memories in his mind. These memories contain many exercise cheats, alchemy, and even paths to some Feng Shui treasures that contain opportunities. Only then did Yang Mu realize that he might have completed some kind of deal with a certain ancient god.

Yang Mu didn't know what kind of existence this ancient god was, and those memories were indeed precious to him, so they could be regarded as a great opportunity.

Through those memories fused in his mind, Yang Mu understood some secrets, and the alien spirit root was not completely impossible to cultivate. However, not all exercises can be suitable for one's own physique cultivation. Yang Mu endured the mental exertion, carefully searched through these memories for a long time, and finally found a technique suitable for his cultivation.

This exercise, called the Extreme Abyss Divine Technique, unlocks the shackles in the body by contemplating the stars. Not only is it suitable for his root bone cultivation, but it can also continuously improve his root bone. That night, Yang Mu watched the stars all night, and at the moment when the long night was about to end, he suddenly entered an epiphany. All time stood still for a moment, and the stars in the sky threw billions of beams of light at him.

The chill condensed on the surface of his body into large patches of hoarfrost and even ice crystals. Those cold qi instantly invaded his body, and as the meager true qi in Yang Mu's body operated in the meridians, it was even more integrated into the bloodlines. Yang Mu lay on the ground, his lips purple from the cold, and he did not ease up until noon the next day.

However, he was also surprised to find that some shackles in his body had been broken, and although his roots had not completely changed, they had been imperceptibly improving.

In the next two years, every night, Yang Mu would accept the baptism of cold qi from the stars, improve the root bones, and at the same time cultivate the Extreme Abyss Divine Technique. If anyone else saw it, they would definitely be shocked, such a cruel cultivation simply looked terrifying.

Two years later, that is, Yang Mu now, his roots have achieved a complete transformation. The cultivation of the Extreme Abyss Divine Decision has also reached the first major consummation. It would be much faster for ordinary exercises to reach the First Great Perfection Realm, and it took Yang Mu a lot of time to fully grasp these memories, and it only took two years.

In the past two years, Yang Mu also tried to cultivate the Qingyu Sect's exercises Qingyu Immortal Classic, but the original bottleneck still existed, and he could not continue to cultivate, so he could only choose to continue to cultivate the Extreme Abyss Divine Technique until the first major consummation, so he naturally broke through to the early stage of the Imperial Qi Realm.

Practicing exercises is the foundation of a monk, and once the practice is complete, the monk's realm will break through one level. Therefore, the choice of exercises is extremely important. This breakthrough means that he will have to focus on the Extreme Abyss Divine Decision in his future cultivation, and he will no longer be able to learn the exercises of the Qingyu Sect.

However, Yang Mu did not regret it, he could feel that the Extreme Abyss Divine Determination was not a simple road goods, and even its origin might be even more terrifying than the Qingyu Immortal Classic.

Especially in the middle of the night, when those cold air gathered on him, he would have a trance-like feeling, as if the stars in the sky were his own believers, worshipping him. Therefore, Yang Mu was sure that even if he didn't practice the exercises of the Qingyu Sect, his future would still not be affected.

"Tend to be inflammatory, the guys who fall into the well, don't blind your dog eyes at the Heaven Sacrifice Conference!" Yang Mu sat up, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, after two years, finally, he had the ability to prove himself.

The alien root bone is actually not necessarily weaker than the ordinary root bone, Yang Mu's root bone has been continuously improved by the Extreme Abyss Divine Determination for two years, reaching the legendary extreme quality.

He was confident that now with the strength of his muscles and meridians, he could even compete with the senior brother of the inner gate.