Forging Immortality through the Dao Seed

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

In the small courtyard.

Zhang Jing checked the flying sword and water cloud shield in his hands over and over again to avoid problems when using them today.

Then he looked at the magic fish in the Five Magic Spirit River.

After making sure that all preparations were made, he took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked towards the Heritage Pavilion.

The road was much quieter than usual today.

Zhang Jing met many people on the way, and they all walked forward in silence, with serious expressions on their faces.

Not long after.

Tread——

Zhang Jing slowly walked to the square in front of the Heritage Pavilion.

With a quick glance, he roughly estimated that there were as many as 300 people newly joining the Taoist Academy this time.

And these three hundred people are the geniuses selected by Longhu Taoist Academy from among the millions of young people of the right age in the thirteen states of Nanli Country.

Look beyond the surrounding crowd and look outside.

I saw that ten square stone platforms about one foot high and ten feet wide had risen in the middle of the square.

These square platforms are distributed in a circle, with cyan light shining on them, giving people an indestructible feeling.

On the outer periphery, there are dozens of tall stone pillars and densely packed small stone platforms with futons placed neatly on them.

At this moment, many senior brothers and sisters from the outer courtyard in green robes were already sitting on these futons. From time to time, they looked at their group of people with either curiosity or expectation.

Zhang Jing guessed that these people should belong to many task teams in the outer courtyard.

The sun rises in the sky.

Rays of escaping light suddenly flew out of the inheritance pavilion, and instantly landed on the giant stone pillars. The majestic and terrifying spiritual power fluctuations filled the four directions.

The square that was bustling just now suddenly became quiet.

Junior brothers and sisters.

Senior Brother Liu, dressed in purple, appeared quietly in the center of the square, unknown, and said loudly:

Now I announce that this ranking assessment has officially begun. First, I will introduce the rules of the first round of qualification examination.

The moment the sound fell.

Countless eyes gathered towards Senior Brother Liu in mid-air.

The rules of this round are very simple. There are ten magic performance stages there. There are no restrictions on spells or magic weapons. As long as you can hold on for thirty breaths in the hands of the puppets on the stage, you can pass the first round; otherwise, you will be eliminated.

While talking.

Senior Brother Liu waved his sleeves, and saw ten streams of light flying out, landing directly on the performance stage, and turning into ten humanoid puppets whose bodies were shining with the color of black iron, and their breath was cold.

After sixty breaths, the person named by me will perform on the altar.

After saying that, Senior Brother Liu closed his eyes.

below.

The crowd immediately rushed towards the performance stage like a tide.

While walking, Zhang Jing suddenly felt his clothes being gently pulled. Looking back, it turned out to be Ji Bochang.

Brother Ji?

Brother Zhang, are you coming together?

Very good.

When the time came, Senior Brother Liu opened his eyes in mid-air, and there was a jade slip in his hand.

Li Cheng, the first performer.

Wu Wenxuan, the second performance stage.

...

Senior Brother Liu's voice kept ringing, and the person whose name was called by him suddenly showed bitterness on his face, and walked heavily onto the performance stage.

Zhang Jing followed and looked towards the stage.

I saw a man slowly walking onto the performance stage.

Opposite him, the puppet suddenly raised its head, and all the magic marks on its body lit up.

Immediately afterwards, the puppet stepped hard with one foot, and its entire body turned into an afterimage that was difficult to detect with the naked eye. It instantly came to the person and punched him.

The air was suddenly torn apart, making a shrill scream.

Bang——

Before the man had time to react, he flew out and fell heavily to the ground, with a large dent in his chest.

hiss--

Around Zhang Jing, gasps of air could be heard one after another.

Fortunately, a purple-robed figure suddenly stood up on a stone pillar, and a white light flashed directly into the man's body.

The next moment, his injuries healed at an extremely terrifying speed.

Life and death, human flesh and white bones, are nothing more than this.

And the other side.

Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed slightly.

The strength of this puppet is not simple. It is estimated that most people will not be able to survive the first round this time.

These puppets are said to be made of cold cold iron and are indestructible. They are engraved with many forbidden Dao patterns. Their combat power is comparable to that of a third-level Qi Refining monk at the worst. However, their strength should have been restricted by the senior brothers in the inner courtyard. Otherwise, the man just now would have been beaten to death.

Ji Bochang explained to Zhang Jing in a low voice.

Senior sister told you this too? Zhang Jing turned his head and asked.

Of course, Ji Bochang nodded, these things are sold in Qianfa Pavilion, the cheapest sixty Dao Gong.

I see.

Zhang Dingding nodded.

Unexpectedly, it was already close to noon.

Thanks to the puppet's attack too quickly and too harshly, the first round of assessment has come to an end.

But at this moment, the atmosphere at the scene was getting more and more lively.

Because at this time, there are already several second-level geniuses on the scene. As soon as these people came on the field, they showed a completely different performance from most of the people rated C and D.

Or the magic weapon is flying across the sky, or the spell is powerful.

While they were able to withstand the terrible attacks of the puppets, they could occasionally fight back.

It caused everyone in the audience to exclaim in surprise.

Off stage.

Ji Bochang dragged his somewhat embarrassed figure to Zhang Jing's side and said solemnly:

Brother Zhang, be careful later. This puppet is really difficult to deal with. It can't be beaten, and its attacks are ridiculously strong.

Thanks for the reminder, Brother Ji, I will pay attention.

Zhang Jing replied calmly.

While the two were talking.

Zhang Jing, the Ninth Dharma Stage. Senior Brother Liu's voice sounded.

You called me.

Zhang Jing smiled slightly, and then strode towards the Ninth Dharma Performance Platform under the gaze of everyone around him.

Below the performance stage.

The people surrounding him looked at the strange figure stepping onto the performance stage step by step, and the strange name they heard just now, and they immediately understood that he was another second-class genius.

So they all looked at the stage intently.

call--

After taking several deep breaths, Zhang Jing blocked out all the noise in his ears, and his eyes immediately focused on the puppet.

Take one step forward!

It was as if a switch had been flipped.

In Zhang Jing's sight, the puppet suddenly raised its head and looked directly at him with its empty eyes. Complex spell-restriction lines lit up, and violent spiritual energy fluctuations hit his face.

The next moment.

Then he saw the puppet's fists stretched out in front of him, his body leaping high, carrying a cold and chilling aura, and hitting Zhang Jing like a heavy hammer.

quick! Incredibly fast!

Like a black lightning, it flashed in front of Zhang Jing's eyes.

The strong wind caused by the movement of the puppet hit his face like needles.

There is no magic.

The puppet's extremely hard body, coupled with its extreme speed, made this attack more terrifying than ordinary spells.

Well come!

Zhang Jing's eyes narrowed and he passed one hand through the storage bag.

The water cloud shield suddenly appeared, and then seemed to teleport, standing directly between him and the puppet. The abundant spiritual power in the Dantian is poured into the water cloud shield, making the black aura that permeates the shield become deeper and more concentrated.

boom--

The sound of violent collision instantly resounded throughout the square, attracting a lot of attention.

Under the attack of the puppet, the spiritual light covering the water cloud shield flickered on and off, as if it would break in the next moment.

But in the end I persisted.

Seeing the small shield in front of him blocking his attack, the puppet's eyes flashed with brilliance.

It grabbed the water cloud shield tightly with one hand, and at the same time, the whole body bent over, and with the water cloud shield as the base point, it turned into a long whip and whipped hard at Zhang Jing who was hiding behind the water cloud shield.

An even stronger wave of spiritual power suddenly burst out from the puppet.

Is there such an operation?

A trace of surprise flashed across Zhang Jing's face, but he was not panicked.

With a clang sound, the magic weapon Flying Sword was sacrificed by Zhang Jing. The blade of the sword immediately wrapped around a solid black edge and directly faced the puppet.

Along with a sound of gold and iron clashing, the puppet's attack was blocked by Zhang Jing again.

In desperation, the puppet had no choice but to retreat, hoping to find a fighter opportunity.

And on the opposite side.

Zhang Jing's eyes slowly glanced at the puppet.

Now that you have withdrawn, the initiative in the next battle belongs to me.

In just two attacks, Zhang Jing had already figured out the combat power level of this puppet.

The second level of Qi training!

It should match his own cultivation level. After all, when he just watched it in the audience, this puppet's combat power was not that strong.

But the second level of Qi Refining... is just right!

The skin is rough and the flesh is thick and resistant to beatings. Although the attack method is a bit simple, they are of the same level after all. Isn't this a good target for practicing magic weapon manipulation?

Something moved in my heart.

The illusory inner eye slowly opened.

The flying sword suddenly glowed brightly, turning into a stream of light that tore through the air and slashed straight at the puppet.

Bang!

A powerful and heavy blow directly knocked the puppet staggering.

The puppet, relying on its strong body, ignored the flying sword, got up and rushed towards Zhang Jing. Unexpectedly, before it had even taken two steps, it was hit hard in the face by the oncoming water cloud shield.

For a time, Feijian and Shuiyun Shield were controlled by Zhang Jing, sometimes attacking like fire, sometimes advancing like a forest.

Zhang Jing's sudden understanding of the control of magical weapons made Zhang Jing more comfortable in controlling the flying sword and water cloud shield.

The two magic weapons, one offensive and the other defensive, seemed to have weaved an airtight net, sealing the puppet tightly.

finally.

On the twenty-seventh breath.

The puppet was forcefully knocked off the stage by Zhang Jing.

There was silence all around.

Zhang Jing, pass. Senior Brother Liu's voice sounded at the right time, breaking the silence.

Zhang Jing took back the magic weapon and walked downstairs with a calm expression.

Next door is the Tenth Dharma Stage.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The puppet's attacks were like a violent storm. Wu Mingyuan controlled the magic weapon with a pale face, struggling to resist the attacks that became more terrifying each time.

The spiritual energy at the first level of Qi Refining was almost exhausted, and the spiritual light on the magic weapon had dimmed to the extreme.

Five breaths, four breaths, three breaths...

Wu Mingyuan, whose vision turned black, muttered silently about the remaining time.

Wu Mingyuan, passed.

Senior Brother Liu's voice sounded like the sound of nature to Wu Mingyuan at this moment.

The forbidden spell lines on the puppet gradually extinguished.

Wu Mingyuan could no longer hold on, and his body went limp and fell down. He no longer cared about his image on the ground, just breathing heavily.

At this moment, Zhang Jing's slowly leaving figure on the ninth performance stage came into view.

He couldn't help but look at the puppet that fell under the stage, and felt a trace of joy in his heart for no reason:

Fortunately, I apologized in time, otherwise I'm afraid...

There is a stone platform on the periphery.

Junior brother, is that Zhang Jing whom you invited but was rejected?

Exactly, senior brother.

When it comes to talent, it is a second-level assessment; when it comes to character, he is not confused when encountering the enemy, and has good timing of attack and defense. He is a good seedling. Junior brother, after the ranking is over, could you please invite me again on behalf of our Baichuan team? Bar.

Senior brother, he has refused before -

Then junior brother, please set the conditions a little higher. If you refuse or not, it's just that the conditions we gave did not meet his expectations.

Thirty percent of Taoist power?

You can't break this rule. Find a way to start from other aspects.

...

Brother Zhang, your cultivation is... the second level of Qi refining?!

Ji Bochang looked at Zhang Jing blankly and said in shock.

It's all a fluke, it's all a fluke. Zhang Jing responded modestly.

Haha, it's another fluke...

Ji Bo often looked at Zhang Jing with a slightly complicated look in his eyes.

From the time I first entered the Seventh Lingyuan, to the introduction of contemplation, to the introduction of Qi into the body, to now, it is less than a month.

And in this short period of time.

He watched helplessly as his brother Zhang fell far behind, to being just one day behind him in getting started with the concept of contemplation, and now he has reached the second level of Qi refining -

All this is like a dream, exaggerated to the point of being unreal.

For a moment, Ji Bochang felt that Brother Zhang might not be worse than those two first-class monsters.

But the next moment, he shook his head.

What are you thinking about?

...

Chen Xiandao, the first performer.

Senior Brother Liu's voice suddenly sounded, immediately attracting everyone's attention. Including Zhang Jing, everyone crowded towards the first performance stage.

On the outer stone platform.

The moment they heard this name, many members of the mission team stopped chatting and looked at the first stone platform in front of them unconsciously.

There sat a burly, bald man sitting cross-legged, with extremely violent spiritual energy fluctuations, as if a volcano was about to erupt.

That is... one of the two first-class monsters this time, Chen Xiandao?

Among the crowd, Zhang Jing looked at the tall figure ascending the performance stage, and couldn't help but feel a trace of curiosity in his heart.

He heard that this person had been practicing in the island cave of the No. 1 Panlong Team, so he had only heard of his name but never seen him.

Now I finally saw one alive!

Of course, Zhang Jing was more curious about the other party's high-level cultivation method than his appearance.

On stage.

The figure of the puppet blurred for a while, and then suddenly appeared in front of Chen Xiandao.

coming!

Zhang Jing's heart moved and he opened his eyes directly.

Chen Xiandao's body instantly straightened up, giving people a strange feeling like a giant holding the sky. A series of red lines that were as hot as fire covered his whole body.

Punch out!

Fight punches with fists!

boom!

The puppet was knocked out by Chen Xiandao's punch.

Chen Xiandao, passed.

Senior Brother Liu's voice sounded.

Oh my God! Brother Zhang, have you seen it?

Ji Bochang lost his voice, his expression deformed due to excessive shock.

I saw.

Zhang Jing replied with a smile, with a trace of unconcealable excitement in his eyes.

He really saw it!

Just now, in my mind's eye perception, when Chen Xiandao struck, there was an extremely subtle unknown rhyme wrapped around his fist.

Through the silk thread, Zhang Jing seemed to see a terrifying giant god whose whole body was burning with red flames.

He can now confirm that the top-level practice method is related to Tao Yun!

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ps: Thanks to the boss of [Mo Zong Wuhen] for the reward~~