"Dahuang Jue, I have only practiced the first five layers, but I still lack the last four layers. I will get this secret skill anyway."
Yang Xuan said to himself, and a decisive color flashed on his face.
He knew that the opening of the wasteland temple was bound to attract people and horses from all over the eternal land. Even the dark and dark ancestors, the Lord of the world of mortals, the God of the protoss Ouyang Jun and others were very likely to step in one after another.
But so what?
He still wants to enter the wasteland temple and fight for the great wasteland.
Dahuang Jue is the inheritance of the ancestors of Dahuang, which points directly to the origin of the great road. Although Yang Xuan does not follow the path of extinction, he can devour the Tao of heaven and grow up.
In other words, as long as you can devour the origin of all kinds of roads and devour the way of heaven, you can advance infinitely.
"Swallowing the way of heaven is my main way of life. The rest of the ways, sword, wind, fire, space, time and so on, are all external ways and nourishment. Taking this opportunity, I can integrate my own ways into one, which is a step closer to preaching."
Since ancient times, everyone''s way of preaching is different. Yang Xuan''s way of preaching is to preach by practicing.
What is persistence?
It means walking against the sky and believing that man will conquer the sky.
This road is full of thorns step by step. It is full of too many unknowns and dangers. It will die and disappear at every turn. There will be no disaster. If there is no heart to change life against the sky, and if the heart is fearless and persistent, it is impossible to be free and detached.
"I am a devil, clinging to emotion and Tao. If I cling to Tao, heaven and earth will be eternal and all sentient beings will be equal."
Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and his obsession had reached an unprecedented level. This obsession was a resistance to the injustice of heaven and earth.
"Is anyone coming again?"
Soon, Yang Xuan put away his thoughts, his body twinkled, and quickly went deep into the barren mountain.
Barren mountains stretch endlessly. The deeper they go, the more desolate they become, and the more silent storms there are.
From time to time, there are terrible storms, such as river tides and waves, sweeping the heaven and earth, with the breath of annihilating all things. If Yang Xuan hadn''t practiced the great famine formula, I''m afraid he would have to spend a lot of effort on it.
It is not too much to describe the storm formed by the power of extinction. In front of this storm of extinction and destruction, it is as powerful as a monk in the imperial realm, and it is too small.
"It''s really a barren mountain. It''s really an excellent place to practice the great famine formula. Practicing the great famine formula here is worth my hundreds of years of hard practice."
Yang Xuan ran the great famine formula while he was on his way. The famine force in his body gathered more and more, and it was very pure.
Together with the impurities in his blood, with the continuous erosion of waste force, they have degenerated into waste force. Gradually, in his Tanzhong cave, a waste pill condensed by countless waste forces, about the size of fingernail cap, has been formed.
The emergence of famine elixir also means that Yang Xuan has cultivated the first 50% of the great famine formula to Dacheng. Next, if he wants to make the famine elixir complete, he needs to find the last four layers of the great famine formula.
Without the four-tier pithy formula behind him, Yang Xuanzong has all kinds of abilities, and it is difficult to break the pill and coagulate the seed and condense the meaning of silencing the Tao. Therefore, it is impossible to master the silencing Avenue.
"Let''s go. According to the analysis of the elder, the legendary Huangtian hall will open in two days at most."
"It is said that there are many treasures in the wasteland hall. As long as we can get one or two treasures from them, it will be a worthwhile trip."
"No matter how good the treasure in the wasteland hall is, it can''t compare with the great wasteland formula. Our main goal this time is the great wasteland formula of the great wasteland ancestors."
In a barren forest, a group of people walked here, constantly avoiding the roaring silent storm.
Whoosh!
At this time, a sound broke through the sky, and then everyone saw a figure passing through a silent storm and flying away at a very fast speed.
"God, who is that man? How dare he walk through the silent storm alone!"
"How can this be possible? Barren mountain forbidden area is a forbidden area of life. Killing the storm is extremely dangerous. Those who enter will die. Unexpectedly, someone can ignore the killing storm, as if the killing storm is a small hurricane in his eyes."
"Is it a holy land old monster, but it''s also wrong. Most holy land powers are hidden from the world, and they don''t dare to use their strength at will, let alone compete for opportunities in the wasteland hall. I remember that the monks below the holy land have been forbidden to enter the wasteland Hall since ancient times!"
As the shadow went away, many people were boiling, and everyone showed a surprised look.
This is a group of young friars. Most of their accomplishments are located in the fairy King''s land. Only the first old man is a master of the imperial land. Their accomplishments even reach the peak of the fairy King''s land and half step into the holy land.
"Elder, do you know who that man is sacred?" someone looked at the old man and asked him.
The old man didn''t speak, but looked up in the direction of the disappearance of the figure. After a moment, he said: "strange, I didn''t expect this man to be so young. His cultivation is only the peak of fairy kingdom. Where did this son come from? He can''t even kill the storm."
"What, the elder said that he was a young man, and his accomplishments were just the peak of fairyland!"
It''s incredible that a young man at the peak of fairyland can see the storm as nothing. This means is too rebellious.
"Did that man cultivate some kind of unparalleled wasteland skill and be able to extinguish the storm without fear?"
Another speculated that this was the only reasonable explanation. If not, how could someone do this?
"This man is very familiar. He may not be our friar in the middle region, but it''s strange. Since he doesn''t come from the middle region, where does he come from?"
The old man muttered and immediately waved his hand and said, "I have never lacked genius in the ancient wasteland, and this person may be the genius taught by a holy land. Well, don''t think about it. Let''s speed up and strive to reach the wasteland as soon as possible."
The wasteland holy mountain is located in the very depths of the wasteland mountain. Every time the wasteland temple is opened, there will be a space portal to descend on the wasteland holy mountain. Everyone can enter the wasteland temple through the space portal except the great sage of Xiandao.
It is worth mentioning that the wasteland temple has always been very mysterious. No one knows where the wasteland temple is located.
The only thing I know is that the holy mountain is the nearest place to the holy mountain, and only when I climb the holy mountain can I enter the holy mountain through the space portal.
"Is that the barren mountain?"
From a distance, Yang Xuan saw a mountain peak, which was tens of thousands of feet high at the end of a rolling mountain. It looked like a huge straight blade, steep and difficult to climb.
"What a terrible silence God thunder. No wonder the famine God has been a forbidden area among the forbidden areas since ancient times."
Yang Xuan soon raised his eyebrows again. His eyesight was amazing. At a glance, he could see that there were faint strands of gray and black thunder in the void up and down the wasteland mountain.
That is the Great Road God thunder, which is known to be easy to kill even the Immortal Emperor and even the immortal saint.