Tang Guo, in the quiet room of the residence of the head of the Qingyang Sect, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy who fainted on the ground slowly woke up.

"Where am I?" the boy opened his eyes and looked around in confusion, when he suddenly felt dizzy in his head, and the boy felt a splitting headache, and then a series of memories came to his mind.

He is actually not the original owner of this body, although he is also called Yang Zheng, but his predecessor is the son of the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm.

The immortal world was invaded by foreign races, and before the arrival of the ultimate battle, the immortal emperor in order to preserve the bloodline of the emperor and continue the inheritance of the immortal world, crossed the immortal world's supreme treasure "fairy spirit holy book" into his sea of knowledge, and passed on the supreme immortal soldier "fairy spirit holy clothes" that had just been successfully refined to him.

In the ultimate battle, watching the fall of the Immortal Emperor and the collapse of the immortal world, Yang Zheng ignored his own inability to bear it, and forcibly cast the magnifying power immortal method, causing the physical body to collapse, and the soul was also involved in the space-time turbulence caused by the immortal law under the protection of the immortal holy clothes.

And the original owner was originally the son of Yang Wenfeng, the head of the Qingyang Sect in this world, because of the unexpected fall of his father, he sat in the position of head under the training of the head of the family brought by his senior sister Yang Jian'e and his strong master.

The original owner knew that he only had the cultivation in the early stage of Tuomai and was difficult to convince the public, so he was eager to improve his cultivation, and he did not hesitate to take too much pills and practice the partial door exercises fueled by pulling seedlings, which eventually led to the disappearance of the demon soul and the current Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng smiled bitterly, although the process was bizarre, but he finally had the opportunity to avenge the immortal world and the immortal emperor, this opportunity must be seized, so as not to waste the painstaking effort of the immortal emperor to sacrifice himself to win a glimmer of life.

He looked up at the stone wall of the ashram, and his deep eyes seemed to see through the ashram to the deepest part of the starry sky.

Yang Zheng knew that he couldn't slack off in the slightest, because in the dark he could feel that the alien race would not let him go.

The invasion of the alien race into the fairy world is not for conquest, but for plundering and destruction, and the things they plundered should be related to the fairy spirit holy clothes, he clearly remembered that it was when the fairy spirit holy clothes were about to be successfully refined, the invasion of the alien race began, and if he was not caught, the other party would never give up.

If you want to fight them, you must become strong as soon as possible, and you can't do it alone, you must also build up a huge force to be able to compete with them in the future.

Yang Zheng calmed down, sat cross-legged again, closed his eyes and concentrated, and made a strange handprint with his hands to try to sense the fairy spirit holy clothes, but found that there was no response, frowned and thought for a while, it is estimated that his current divine sense is too weak to sense the dimensional space, or it may be that the fairy spirit holy clothes are exhausted in the turbulence of time and space, and they fall into a deep sleep.

Since he couldn't sense the holy clothes at the moment, Yang Zheng couldn't help it, so he sank his mind inward into the sea of knowledge.

I saw that at this moment, there was a golden light treasure book floating above the sea of knowledge, the treasure book exuded a rich fairy light, at a glance it was not ordinary, between the slight movement of the heart, the treasure book slowly opened, and the pages were full of dense fairy runes, while shining with fairy light while swimming back and forth on the pages, vivid!

Yang Zheng saw that the immortal spirit holy book was not lost, and crossed over with the soul, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His current body had only gone mad, his meridians were damaged, and he couldn't cultivate for a while, so he got up and walked out of the quiet room.

A few days later, in the early morning, Taihua Mountain picked up the Star Peak, which is the highest peak of Taihua Mountain, and it is also the residence of the head of Qingyang Sect.

His own injuries are not serious, and the main blow to the soul of the original owner has been devastating, except for the initial discomfort after crossing over, the soul has not been seriously injured, and these days, the damage to the meridians has basically healed.

Not long after cultivating, Yang Zheng on the rock suddenly opened his eyes with a depressed face.

When he was cultivating just now, he found that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth in this realm was so scarce that he couldn't even cultivate the simplest immortal realm exercises.

In desperation, Yang Zheng suspended his cultivation, frowned and thought for a while, then closed his eyes again, and his breath was already settled.

He began to exhale and cultivate at the newborn Chaoxia, and between swallowing and spitting, he saw a trace of purple clear qi visible to the naked eye being inhaled into his body, and when he exhaled again, it was just a ball of white gas.

The sun rises in the east, the morning passes quickly, Yang Zheng opened his eyes and got up, only to feel that his whole body was full of energy, and his kung fu mana had increased in the morning, and if he continued like this, it would not take long for his cultivation to make a breakthrough.

He secretly thought in his heart, if the original owner of this body had cultivated the Immortal Realm's Breathing Technique since he was a child, even if his talent was average, he was afraid that he would at least be a cultivator in the Dan Stage without taking any heavenly and earthly treasures.

After finishing his cultivation, Yang Zheng came down from the top of the mountain and went straight to the Qingyang Sect Scripture Pavilion.

When he was about to arrive at the door of the Scripture Pavilion, he was greeted by several disciples who walked out of the gate.

One of the first disciples was in his twenties, with a tiger's back and a strong momentum, and Yang Zheng knew that this person was the nephew of Qin Jianxiong, the only elder of the Qingyang Sect, and Qin Long, the third master of the Qingyang Sect.

Qin Long is talented and strong, and now he is the cultivation of the late stage of Tuomai, and he is the hope of Qin Jianxiong and the Qin family.

Qin Long walked out of the door first, followed by several other disciples, and when he saw Yang Zheng who was walking not far away, he stepped forward and saluted: "See the master!", and several disciples behind him also stepped forward to salute when they saw Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng saw that Qin Long and the other disciples' eyebrows were somewhat disdainful, and he didn't care too much about it, "Hmm!" With a sound, he walked towards the Scripture Pavilion.

Just when Yang Zheng and Qin Long passed by, Qin Long suddenly said: "It's a good thing that the head of the sect often comes to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, my Qingyang Sect has accumulated thousands of years of heritage, and it will definitely be carried forward in the hands of the head of the sect, so that the head of the sect will not lose the face of my Qingyang Sect in front of other sects." ”

The few disciples who followed behind Qin Long all showed a hint of sarcasm on their faces at this time, but it was fleeting.

Yang Zheng paused, glanced sideways at Qin Long, and then walked into the Scripture Pavilion without saying a word.

Qin Long looked at Yang Zheng's departing back, and felt that Yang Zheng gave him a little different feeling today, as long as he used words a little before, Yang Zheng would either blush and scold, or be submissive, far less calm and calm than today. And I don't know if it's his own delusion, he feels that Yang Zheng's whole temperament seems to have changed slightly.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" The disciple behind him saw Qin Long staring at Yang Zheng's back stunned, so he stepped forward and asked.

Qin Long came back to his senses and said, "Oh, it's nothing! ”

Yang Zheng's purpose in coming to the Hidden Scripture Pavilion was to learn about the refining materials in this realm, because the immortal realm exercises could not be cultivated, although the immortal realm tuna technique was not bad for the situation in this realm, but the growth of cultivation was still far from his expectations, and if he couldn't cultivate the immortal realm exercises, he would not have a powerful immortal technique to protect himself, which was very bad for his current situation, so he had to think of some other ways to improve his strength immediately.

He thought about it, and thought of the fairy spirit holy clothes, although he had not refined them, but the fairy spirit holy book recorded a complete refining method, theoretically as long as the materials were enough, it could be completely refined.

Of course, it is impossible to find the materials for refining the immortal holy clothes in this world, which materials are extremely rare even in the immortal world, and even if the materials are complete, his alchemy skills cannot be compared with the immortal emperor, and with his current cultivation, even if the immortal holy clothes are placed in front of him, they cannot be used at all, so what Yang Zheng wants to refine is a simplified, low-profile version of the holy clothes.

Yang Zheng stayed in the Scripture Pavilion for three days and three nights, and when he came out, his eyes were bloodshot and his expression was tired, but a trace of excitement flashed in his eyes, because time was not in vain, and he found the materials he needed.

There was no time to go back to rest, so Yang Zheng went straight to the Zongmen Storage Pavilion.

"What, Meteorite Outside the Sky!Master, this material doesn't talk about our sect, even the Ziyi Hall may not have it!" The deacon of the Storage Pavilion was a fat man in his forties, and he looked at Yang Zheng with a look of surprise at this time.

Yang Zheng knew that the Ziyi Hall that the deacon said was the largest immortal gate in the Tang Kingdom today, and he might not even have the Ziyi Palace, so he didn't have to think about it, "What about the star copper?

I saw that the fat deacon looked at Yang Zheng with stupid eyes, and he didn't even bother to speak, just shook his head.

"Why isn't there this?" Yang Zheng asked with a frown, the expression on his face looked a little disbelieving.

"Hey, master, you may not travel much outside, so I don't know, this star copper is even rarer than extraterrestrial meteoric iron, but it has been recorded in the scriptures that have been handed down, in fact, few people have seen it at all, even if there is, it is definitely a priceless thing. The fat deacon saw that Yang Zheng didn't believe it, so he explained.

Yang Zheng was dumbfounded when he heard this, the two things he chose in the scriptures that recorded the refining materials in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion were only medium materials, which better materials he could not refine because of insufficient cultivation, or because some materials could not be driven even if they were refined, so he had no choice, only these two things, that knew that this was the result, it seemed that the lack of cultivation resources in this realm was far beyond his expectations.

Seeing this, Yang Zheng had no other way, so he had to say to the fat deacon, "Show me the catalog of materials in the storage pavilion." ”

"Oh!" the fat deacon responded, and after entering the room, he brought out a jade slip and handed it to Yang Zheng: "Master, please take a look." ”

Yang Zheng took the jade slip, and his divine sense sank into it, only to see that there were quite a lot of things on the catalog, but they were all messy things, and there were few things recorded in the refining materials of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion in this catalog.

There are not many useful things, Yang Zheng retracted his divine sense as soon as he browsed it, and sighed secretly in his heart, this Qingyang Sect has indeed declined, and a large sect does not even have a decent treasury.