I Am Invincible After Reading For Twelve Years In Academy

I Am Invincible After Reading For Twelve Years In Academy Chapter 59

2021-05-03

Chapter 59 What are you doing, Master Ancestor

This is the Eight|Nine Mysterious Art, from Fengshen and Journey to the West world. fleshy body Sanctified Divine Art.

After training, it will last forever, and can have seventy-two variations, Three Heads Six Arms, Dharma like Heaven and Earth.

This cultivation technique is the first among the cultivation techniques that Chen Mu got. Not even the Azure Lotus Sword Art.

The personalities of Fengshen and Journey to the West are too high. The Saint in it is almost omniscient, and omnipotent is already the incarnation of "Dao".

Chen Mu didn't expect to get this level of cultivation technique, which was a surprise and joy.

This is the cultivation technique of cream of the crop in the first exercise.

He closed his eyes, immersed in the mystery of this Divine Art.

After a while, he opened his eyes, feeling a little regretful, "Unfortunately, there is only the Mortal Realm chapter."

The Mortal Realm chapter is what he is now this realm.

You are mortal without the Primordial Spirit.

Even if it's the Mortal Realm chapter, after practicing it, you can be impervious to sword and spear, strong as an ox.

“There is one more chance.”

Chen Mu took a deep breath, looked at the bookshelf in front of him, and began to choose the second cultivation technique.

This time, he picked out a copy of "Horizontal Refinement of the Golden Body", the second only to "Nine Tribulations Refinement".

Chen Mu quickly finished reading a book, and sure enough, he got what he wanted from the system, the Primordial Spirit chapter of Eight|Nine Xuan Gong.

As for the subsequent cultivation technique of higher realm, forget it.

Chen Mu has figured out some laws of the system, and it is impossible to obtain a cultivation technique that is higher than his own two realm.

The same is true for Azure Lotus Sword Art, which can only be repaired up to Primordial Spirit.

After Chen Mu put the book away, he left the library and walked into a forest, so close, yet worlds apart, he went to the cave, sat cross-legged on a stone, and began to practice. Eight | Nine Mysterious Arts.

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At the same time, outside the capital several hundred li, there is a Longji Mountain, which stretches like the backbone of a giant dragon, hence the name.

This mountain is the private property of the Imperial Family, logging is prohibited, the mountain is densely forested and deserted.

Suddenly, a middle-aged Taoist with dive poise and sagelike features appeared in Longji Mountain, with deep eyes and a simple daoist robe.

Behind him was a young Dao Child, whose daoist robe was similar to that of a middle-aged Taoist. He asked curiously, "Master Ancestor, what are we doing here?"

This young Taoist priest, whose name is Qingfeng, is the Disciple of the lineage of Shangqing. He went to the academy in the capital at the behest of his master. , to obtain the classics of the supernatant lineage.

Since the super-clear lineage suffered a great change 800 years ago, the admission of disciples has become extremely strict, almost a single pass of lineage.

Originally, Qingfeng and the master were practicing in the mountains. Who knew that last month, an enemy came to the door, his master was fatally injured, and he escaped with him all the way. Finally, after leaving a few last words, he breathed his last breath.

Qingfeng has followed the master cultivation since childhood, and now it is the cultivation base of Fourth Realm. When the master died, he also lost the follow-up cultivation technique.

However, the inheritance of the supernatant lineage will not be cut off. In the academy, there are books on the cultivation of the supernatant lineage. He only needs to go to see the dean, take out the token that can prove his identity, and then he can get back the books of cultivation technique.

A few days ago, Qingfeng met this middle-aged Taoist on the road, recognized his root and called himself his Ancestor Master, and took him by his side.

Qingfeng sees that he uses the authentic supernatant spell, and the cultivation base is even higher than his master. Just follow along.

All the way to Longji Mountain.

The past few days, Qingfeng found out that this Ancestor Master is a good person to get along with. Ask him some questions about cultivation, and he can also get answers.

In front of them, there is a valley, it is obviously noon, but it gives a feeling of Yin Qi.

Qingfeng suddenly complexion changed, he has already seen this valley, there are traces of Formation, it is clearly a very brilliant array of all-powerful spirits.

This is the Formation of the supernatant lineage, which is specially used to suppress ghosts and Fiend Corpse.

The scale of this large formation in front of me, the ghosts and Fiend Corpse suppressed in it, are at least ninth realm.

Thinking of this, pea-sized beads of sweat ooze out on Qingfeng's forehead.

"It's still there."

The Ancestor Master's voice came from beside him, and the tone was quite satisfied.

"Disease!"

The middle-aged Taoist squeezed the secret art, and the whole valley suddenly shook.

With a bang, the ground cracked open, revealing a huge golden coffin underneath, with a Five Clawed Golden Dragon carved on the body.

Nine red chains were wrapped around the coffin.

"Go."

The middle age person slapped the palm of his hand, and a light talisman flew out and landed on the coffin. A click sounded, and the red chains of rays of light were brightly lit. The bar audibly disconnects.

Qingfeng was stunned to see his actions, and stammered, "Master, Master Ancestor...you, what are you doing?"

Boom.

Golden's coffin vibrated violently, and the thick coffin nails bounced off. Then, the lid opened on its own, and a pale hand grabbed the edge of the coffin.

A baleful aura soared into the sky, and for a while, Heaven and Earth changed color, flying sand running stone.

"Nine... Nine Realms Corpse King?"

Qingfeng was so frightened by this baleful aura that her legs went soft, and she looked pale.

As the only successor of Supreme Purity Sect, no one knows the horror of the Nine Realms Corpse King better than him.

The middle-aged Taoist pinched his fingertips, flicks with the finger, and a drop of bright red blood flew into the coffin, right between the eyebrows of the corpse in the coffin.

The corpse stopped suddenly, and the originally pitch-black eyes were gradually dyed with a layer of blood red. The breath on the body is also a little restrained.

"Let's go."

After finishing this, the middle-aged Taoist showed a smile on his face, grabbed Qing Feng's shoulder, and disappeared in place.

A moment later, the two had appeared outside Longji Mountain.

Qingfeng looked at the middle-aged Daoist's eyes, completely changed, with a hint of fear, but still mustered up his courage and asked, "Master Ancestor...why did you release that corpse king?"

The middle-aged Taoist looked towards the direction of the capital, and said leisurely, "I just want to test it."

As for testing who, he did not say.

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"Everyone be careful."

At this time, the entire group was passing by Longji Mountain, led by a depressed middle -aged man, suddenly he looked tense and reminded aloud.

This person is Jiang Dingkun, along with his son Jiang Yichen and the others.

Jiang Yichen saw that the father was so solemn, heart startled, and looked around nervously.

At this moment, an extremely terrifying aura descended from the sky.

Jiang Dingkun only felt the true essence in his body stagnate for a while, and he couldn't help being shocked. He has been in ninth realm for nearly ten years, and his cultivation base is deep. Although he has not reached Peak, he is not far behind.

With just his breath, he can suppress the true essence in his body. Is it Earth Immortal?

The people next to Jiang Yichen murmured, unable to bear the pressure at all.

The mounts under them died instantly and fell to the ground together.

Jiang Dingkun looked up and saw an unforgettable scene.

In the sky, there was an extremely huge, pitch-black imperial chariot, with two huge black horses in front, covered with black scales, like the legendary extinct Dragon Horse.

In the middle of the imperial chariot, there was a man wearing a dragon robe and an imperial crown. It continued to emit strands of black air from its body.

What the hell is this?

Jiang Dingkun is also experienced and knowledgeable, seeing that this person is not like a human, and a ghost is not like a ghost. Never recognized its origin.

Seemingly sensing his gaze, the emperor in the chariot turned to look at him, and the black energy on his body paused for a moment.

sou!

A dark shadow that naked eyes couldn't catch flew out.

Jiang Dingkun drew his sword out with warning signs in his heart.

When!

He flew out as if he had suffered a heavy hammer.

The dignified Nine Realms Martial Artist couldn't even take a casual blow from the opponent.

"What the hell is this?"

Jiang Dingkun felt that the Gang Yuan in his body was almost dissipated, and he was horrified. Where can I dare to fight again, take a deep breath, suppress the shaking Gang Yuan, dodge, come to my son's side, grab his shoulder, and run away.

As for the other subordinates, I can't take care of them.

sou!

The attack just now is coming again.

Jiang Dingkun was waiting desperately when a silhouette suddenly appeared next to him, which was an expert from the Nine Realms. He didn't know when the other party came to him.

At this point, I can't think about it.

The two of them used their swords at the same time to block the shadow. At the same time, the spit blood flew upside down, but with this force, it accelerated and left quickly.

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In a short while, Jiang Dingkun and the three had escaped to several dozen li and were temporarily safe.

"Thank you for your help."

Jiang Dingkun solemnly thanked the man in night clothes.

"If you want to thank me, thank my family's Master." The man hidden in the shadow said in a dry voice.

Jiang Dingkun heart shivered with cold, "your family master?"

At this time, a young man in brocade and jade robe walked out from behind a big tree not far away with a handle in his hand. Folding fan, looking personable, said with a slight smile, "Senior Jiang, you owe me a favor."

(end of this chapter)