After thinking about it for a long time, He Qi had to reluctantly make a note on this humble character.

That is, don't be too arrogant.

It also makes sense to be a little humble, neither the golden-robed man of the Xuanling Sect nor the white-robed man of the Lunatic Worship Sect are cowards.

As a result, both of them were extremely injured, and these two fought for life and death, not for money, not for robbing women, not for chance, so willfully fighting each other for life and death.

The two didn't ask a word before they started.

In fact, there are quite a few monks like them, many of whom have been practicing for hundreds of years, and they are very confident in their own methods.

It's just that these two people are very unlucky, and after they did a lot of hands, they finally ran into a prickly one.

As a result, the two of them lost their old books, and they almost took their lives into it.

After He Qi finished reading this humility and weakness, there were only the last few pages left, and the words [Cave Void Sutra] were written on those pages.

When He Qi saw this cave again, the sun was almost setting.

He re-read this practice method, counted the lines at a glance, and only glanced at it a few times to finish it.

However, after reading it for a long time, combined with the knowledge he had read earlier, He Qi knew that he could not cultivate immediately.

He Qi said to himself: "It turns out that the word 'weak' is because the more powerful the true yuan, the stronger the physical body, the more difficult it is to virtualize"

The 'void' path is not the same as the exercises he practiced before, this exercise is that the weaker the true element, the better it is to transform into nothing, and the stronger it is, the more difficult it is to turn from real to virtual.

Could it be that practicing this Cave Void Sutra halfway really requires the True Yuan to be practiced first?

He Qi pondered for a while and felt that he could try to transform this exercise.

Of course, it is not an easy task to transform a technique, even if He Qi has the Chaos Phaseless True Yuan and the Heavenly Mother God Thunder Protective Body, he can't change it blindly from his heart.

You have to try it slowly and try it many times.

After He Qi thought about it for a while, he sealed his hand and silently ran the true yuan according to the route on the Void Sutra of the Cave.

After a few breaths, the body instantly felt like an ice cube had melted into the water.

"There is a play" congratulates him with joy in his heart.

However, after a few more breaths, the true yuan exploded, and the hands, feet, and limbs were blurred, but the remaining torso could not move.

He Qi hurriedly dispersed this true element, apparently thinking that the attempt had failed.

He Qi was very patient to experiment again and again, take a break and think about it for a while, and then continue to try again.

At this time, the Holy Confucian Sect on the Spirit Monkey Mountain in Zezhou, before the sect, one person was insisting on it as He Qi.

Linghou Mountain is located in the middle of Zezhou.

This mountain stretches for 900 miles, the dense forest is vast, lush, the birds and flowers in the valley are fragrant, and there are often spirit monkeys frolicking on the trees in the mountain.

The man looked at the age of more than twenty years old, and fell in front of the Holy Confucian Sect, the sect.

The sun sets, the sky is full of sunset, red wins over fire, and it is beautiful.

This man also has a raging fire in his heart that cannot be extinguished.

"Senior brother, why hasn't this surnamed Jin left yet, he's been here for three days!"

"This person is really, now is not the time to accept apprentices, Elder Lu allowed him an outer disciple, he didn't want it, he had to ask for an inner disciple, Elder Lu rejected his unreasonable request with the scriptures, what is the use of this?"

"Yes, it's really insatiable, wishful thinking! What Elder Lu decides, no one can change, even if this surnamed Jin is useless for nine days and nine nights!"

"Yes, the most, if it is useful, Lao Tzu can also spend ten days and a half here for ten days and a half months!"

There was a burst of cynicism in the crowd.

He could hear it clearly from such a distance, Jin Zhilin clenched his fists, and all the nails on his hands were pinched into the flesh, bleeding out.

If he had put it aside, he would rather not enter this sect.

It's just the hatred of destroying the family and slaughtering the family, and it doesn't share the sky.

This revenge can not be avenged, when the family was destroyed, he traveled abroad, just escaped this catastrophe, that is, lived, this is the will of heaven, this heaven wants to live by himself, for the clan to seek justice.

It's just that the power of the Hongru Zhengtian Sword inherited by the Jin family is too inferior, and it is difficult to have a chance of revenge for life when you practice this exercise.

Entering the Holy Confucian Sect and becoming an inner disciple will have a little hope of successful revenge.

Jin Zhilin himself also knows how to lead art investors, and there are very few people who can get the true inheritance.

Usually it is perfunctory to an outer disciple, although it does not meet the requirements of the inner disciple of the Holy Confucian Sect, but Jin Zhilin does not give up.

"Senior Brother Xuan, I heard that this surnamed Jin is from the Zenan region, and you are also from Zenan, are you Zenan people so dead-faced!"

A pretty-looking girl asked an ordinary-looking teenager.

Senior Brother Xuan's face was pale, he looked at Jin Zhilin, blamed all the ridicule and hatred on Jin Zhi's head, turned his head and flattered the girl and said:

"Senior Sister Liang, everywhere there are people with a cheeky face who want to climb the dragon and the phoenix and climb to the sky in one step, this has nothing to do with the region!"

Another brightly dressed young man clapped his hands and laughed: "Senior Brother Xuan, your statement is not convincing, I see that you are not much different from this surnamed Jin!"

The girl surnamed Liang threw a wink at the brocade-clothed young man, and said coquettishly: "Senior Brother Ning summed it up exquisitely!"

Everyone laughed, and the face of the young man surnamed Xuan was red and white.

One person suddenly reminded: "Don't laugh, Uncle Zhao is here!"

Everyone hurriedly changed their steps to small steps, and greeted the scholars in their thirties in unison.

The scholar had an elegant face, a graceful demeanor, and was very handsome, his brows furrowed, ignoring this group of inner disciples, and cast a concerned gaze at Jin Zhilin, who was indifferent.

"This little friend, you are bent on entering my Holy Confucian Sect, just because of family feuds?"

Jin Zhilin waited for three days, waited for this question for three days, knocked down, wept and said:

"The whole family of disciples died in vain, and only the disciples were left to live in the world, only asking their predecessors to have mercy on me and pass on the Tao, after I avenged my family revenge, I was driven by my predecessors for life!"

The scholar shook his head slightly, and said with a little pity:

"You have good qualifications, and you have Confucian cultivation skills, but your pattern is too small, my generation of Confucian cultivation, you should uphold the majesty of heaven and earth, punish ghosts and demons, and protect the common people in all worlds!"

Jin Zhilin kowtowed and continued to plead:

"The disciple doesn't understand this Confucianism and Taoism, the disciple only knows that the predecessor is the power of Confucianism and Taoism, and he can cultivate Confucianism and Taoism by following the predecessor, and the one who kills the disciple is the crooked demon and evil way, which is not in conflict with what the predecessor said about killing ghosts and destroying demons. Ask the seniors to give the disciples a chance to follow!"

"Alas......" the scholar sighed and said: "I read your sincerity, I will temporarily take you under the door, you Confucian Taoist master out of the door, I will guide you to practice first, if you can quickly learn the heroic long song of my holy Confucianism, I will accept you as a personal disciple!"

After Jin Zhilin was overjoyed, he raised his head and only saw two big bulges on his forehead, and there were blood stains.

"Let's go!" the scholar rolled up the golden forest and turned into a white light and flew away.

Several disciples of the Holy Confucian Sect were extremely envious for a while, and after one of them looked around, he said indignantly: "Damn, this kid surnamed Jin has only been a disciple of Uncle Zhao for three days, and after kowtowing a few times, he has become a disciple of Uncle Zhao, and he still has the opportunity to practice Haoqi Long Song, it's really unfair!"

The National Day is almost over, I didn't save the manuscript, and I didn't correct the previous chapters, so I'm really ashamed.

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