Dao Wuya opened his eyes, and he saw a white world.

Where the hell is this?

"Am I already dead?" muttered Dao Wuya.

But to the surprise of Dao Wuyan, he didn't feel a trace of pain. Everything was so peaceful.

This is a huge and boundless field, full of spiritual energy, Dao Wuya feels that with just such a moment of absorption, it is possible for him to break through from the seventh layer to the eighth layer of the Spirit Condensing Realm!

I don't know how long I have been gone, and this feeling is amazing. It's like walking a few breaths, and it's like walking for decades, if not longer.

What the hell is this place?

The road is endless, as if it has been walking for hundreds of years, thousands of years! But this place is vast and profound, and there is no end to it!

Dao Wuya didn't know how long he had been walking, and finally saw a person in front of him.

This person is dressed in a white shirt, sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking unfathomable!

Dao Wuya can't see his face clearly at all, and he can even say that he has no appearance!

"We meet again!" said the whitefriar.

"Huh?" Dao Wuya frowned, he thought about it, he couldn't think of where he had seen this white-clothed monk!

After all, his whole life has been spent in the "Four Directions" so far.

"This senior, who are you?" Dao Wuya felt that the strength of this white-clothed monk was by no means comparable to the Heavenly Operator, and even the strongest person at the highest level of the Heavenly Prison!

The whitefriar did not answer.

"How long do you think you've walked to me?" asked the whitefriar.

"I feel like it's 10,000 years!" said casually, as Dao Wuya felt that time was very long.

The whitefriar shook his head and said, "Far more than that!"

Up to now, Dao Wuya also feels that this situation is like a dream, and he doesn't know if this is reality or a dream. I don't know why I met this monk.

He could feel the strength of this monk, and even the Heavenly Extreme Purple Turtle was not worth mentioning in front of him!

Suddenly, Dao Wuya had a mischievous thought, and he wanted to touch this whitefriar.

The whitefriars did not shy away.

Just when Dao Wuya touched the white-clothed monk, the white-clothed monk suddenly turned into a cloud of mist.

The mist rose in an instant, turning into a drop of crystal water!

"I see that your exercises are uneven, have you ever thought of integrating all the exercises into one?" The white-clothed monk's voice echoed the heavens and the earth.

"Senior, please!" said Dao Wuya with a respectful salute. For some reason, Dao Wuya was not afraid of this profound cultivation.

"Are you sure?" asked the whitefriar, "you have to pay some price!"

"The price, what the price?" asked Dao Wuyan.

"It might make your spiritual roots worse!" came the whitefriar's voice.

There is no end to silence. He had already heard too much cultivation experience from the Heavenly Sealing Prison, so he naturally knew the role of the spiritual root in cultivation. The spiritual root represents the qualification, the higher the spiritual root attribute, the faster the cultivation speed! For example, the blood demon is only a low-grade spiritual root at the Xuan Rank, while Sima Haonan who defeated him is a ground-level spiritual root!

In the Heavenly Sealing Prison, the Heavenly Operator once measured the attributes of the spiritual root for Dao Wuyan, and it was only a mid-grade spiritual root in the Xuan Rank.

"How will my predecessors teach me the Fa?" asked Dao Wuya.

"You just have to answer......" The white-clothed monk suddenly became irritable, "how are you grinding, if you don't, I'll leave!"

"Whoosh!" The voice didn't answer without Dao Wuya, and the drop of water in front of him "swished" into Dao Wuya's chest!

Dao Wuya felt that his spiritual root attribute was declining at a rate that was visible to the naked eye......

It's all a fantasy with no end to it. Dao Wuya touched his body and found that there was no big problem. Naturally, he also thought that such an unfathomable senior wanted to murder him, wouldn't it be a flick of his fingers!

At this moment, the space fluctuated!

A purple-clothed monk appeared in front of Dao Wuyan out of breath!

Another monk who has cultivated to a high level!

Dao Wuya's eyes widened in shock. Who knew that this purple-clothed monk actually walked towards him and touched his hair!

Dao Wuya subconsciously dodged it. The purple-clothed friar hung his hand in the air and asked, "You already saw a white-clothed monk just now?"

Just as Dao Wuya was hesitating how to tell about it, the purple-clothed monk sighed, "Another failure!"

"The seed has already been given to you, hasn't it?" asked the purple-robed monk.

"What seed?" asked Dao Wuya.

"A drop of water. The Purple Friar said.

"Oh, it's already in my chest. Dao Wuya said, "Is this 'seed' harmful to me?"

"Harmful!" said the Purple Friar, gritting his teeth.

"That ......"

"But it does improve your understanding!" said the Purple Friar.

"The whitefriar in front of me said that it has lowered my spiritual root attributes. Dao Wuyan said.

"It is true, but it is more than that!" said the Friar, .......

"Senior, what did you say?" asked Dao Wuya.

"......," the Friar said, again.

"However, I will also give you a treasure!" said the purple-clad monk suddenly.

"What!" said Wuya, expectantly.

I saw a dazzling golden light flickering, almost blinding the eyes of the boundless Dao!

"What is this?" asked Dao Wuya, looking at the treasure that looked like a book in the golden light. He suddenly remembered what the Heavenly Operator had once warned him: The more precious the treasure, the more unpretentious it is.

Well, this is clearly a ...... It's probably just a small artifact.

"Senior," Dao Wuya asked with a frown, "this...... I'm afraid ......"

"The name of this thing is: Three Golden Chapters!" said the purple-clothed monk.

Dao Wuya scolded in his heart: "This name is too cheesy." ”

"Originally, there were nine chapters in this book, but six chapters were scattered!" said the purple-clad friar.

"Senior, how is that drop worth compared to that drop of water?" asked Dao Wuya.

"It's better than that. The Purple Friar sighed.

"Originally, if I hadn't given it to you personally, you could have obtained this treasure, but ......," said the Purple Friar again.

"Senior, may I ask ......?"

Without waiting for Dao Wuya to ask, the purple-clothed monk waved his hand, and the golden book entered Dao Wuya's chest.

"This!"

But Dao Wuya immediately discovered that his cultivation was rapidly declining!

Seven Layers of Spirit Realm!Six Layers of Spirit Realm!Five Layers!Fourth Layers!Three Layers!Two Layers!

Finally stayed on the two floors of the Spirit Realm!

Dao Wuya has also discovered the problem, and the Book of Gold is devouring his cultivation!

But there was nothing he could do to stop it!

The Friar looked at all this and said nothing.

Dao Wuya suddenly asked, "Senior, am I still alive?"

"Born to die!" the Purple Monk just said this, and was about to disappear, when suddenly he sighed and said, "Why are there some impurities?" the Purple Monk waved his hand and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

"Live to die. Dao Wuwu pondered this sentence and didn't understand it.