Chapter 17: This world doesn’t rely on reason, it relies on fists
It took Jiang Ming two years to recall his original memory. With the help of the Taoist scriptures, he sensed the sea of ​​suffering and the wheel of life and entered the realm of the sea of ​​suffering.

The next six years were spent clearing away the sea of ​​suffering bit by bit.

Don’t think that the speed of cultivation is slow. Look at that old thief Han Bugua. He is 148 years old, but he is just a Mingquan cultivator.

The six blessed places of Yan State are more like a novice village. The cultivators here are generally not strong, which gives Ye Fan time to develop.

When Jiang Ming practiced cultivation before, he did not have such terrifying power as he has now. The name of the Heavenly Tyrant Body is well-deserved. The nine divine forms are all imprinted deep in the origin of the Fate Wheel, and will be developed little by little as he practices the Heaven-Covering Method.

That being the case.

There was no way he could continue to live in this Lingxu Cave Heaven. He needed to continue looking for natural treasures, open up the Sea of ​​Bitterness, and practice the Great Freedom Sword Technique.

Both require resources for practice.

Although the Sky Tyrant Body is not cursed, the cultivation resources required are not as exaggerated as those of the Ancient Holy Body.

However, due to the strength of his physique, he naturally needed resources to support it. Moreover, he practiced two methods, both of which required the support of practice resources.

Jiang Ming silently practiced the mysterious cultivation method in the [Yaoguang Sutra]. In his sea of ​​suffering, the nine divine forms reflected their own power with purple air.

At daybreak, the misty purple air and wisps of golden sunlight outside were all drawn over, covering and scattering over the sky above the cave where he was practicing. Inside the cave, the purple light was dazzling until Jiang Ming slowly finished his practice. The sound of the tsunami and thunder, the roar of dragons and the croaking of phoenixes also gradually became smaller until finally it returned to silence. All the light was restrained in an instant, as if what had just happened was an illusion.

Outside the cave.

Not only Han Yishui was attracted, but also Han Bugua, their disciples, and even some elders of Lingxu Dongtian were alarmed.

Due to the special nature of the practice, the [Yaoguang Sutra] is a relatively ostentatious practice, and the fact that it caused such a big fuss was really beyond Jiang Ming's expectations.

But no matter what, Jiang Ming is not afraid of these old antiques in Lingxu Cave Heaven, even if someone has bad intentions, it doesn't matter.

People with bad intentions will also have bad intentions when they see Ye Fan in the future. At that time, they will let Ye Fan reap the rewards and he will receive the reward.

A person who does not have bad intentions will not have bad thoughts even if he sees Ye Fan, so he will naturally not have to die.

"Master, who is the person practicing in there, and why is there such a strange phenomenon?"

Han Yishui's eldest disciple, a cultivator at the Shenqiao realm, looks to be around fifty years old, but in fact he only has the secret to maintain his youthful appearance, and he is already seventy years old.

He was Han Yishui's disciple when he was eighty years old. Han Yishui's talent was not as good as this disciple. When he was eighty years old, he was still just a Mingquan monk.

Han Yishui still values ​​this eldest disciple very much. Although he is young, he is already a Divine Bridge cultivator and his cultivation level is comparable to his.

And his favorite second disciple, who was sixty-five years old and already a monk of Shenqiao, was a female monk who looked to be around forty years old, with a pretty face. She looked at her master and waited for his answer.

There were other people who also looked over eagerly. In fact, they had heard some news a long time ago and now just wanted to hear confirmation from their master.

"Yes, that was a friend your uncle met while training outside. He came from Mount Xumi in the Western Desert. Now it seems that he is right. This kind of training is truly amazing.

I heard that only the true disciples of the Holy Land can have such power when they are practicing. "

Han Yishui saw that more and more people were gathering together, and he knew the truth could not be hidden, so he just sighed.

Even if he had some evil thoughts, he wanted to kill the monk Sanzang, or imprison him, in order to seize the secret inheritance from him.

Unfortunately, given the current situation, it is definitely not a good idea to take action in Lingxu Cave Heaven.

Also, ask his stupid brother in detail about the fighting ability and cultivation level of this monk Sanzang?

Anyway, he didn't see the monk's true colors at all.

When his spiritual consciousness swept over, it would be torn into pieces by a sharp breath. When his "Dharma Eye" looked over, he saw a bright glass Buddha statue. What the hell was he looking at?

If this Dharma image is real, it would be terrifying.

This guy is, at the very least, the descendant of a powerful family in the Western Desert.

However, for now, what he saw should be true.

The master of Lingxu Cave was finally alarmed.

The cave master of Lingxu Cave Heaven was wearing a purple Taoist robe, surrounded by a faint purple aura. It could be seen that this was a robe of spiritual weapon level, and it was definitely not made by him himself. It was probably the inheritance of Lingxu Cave Heaven, or his own opportunity.

He waved his sleeves, and a misty purple aura filled the area around his body, like a flash of green rainbow light. He appeared in the field and looked towards the cave where Jiang Ming was practicing.

"Cave Master."

Everyone immediately bowed slightly and saluted with their fists clasped together. It seemed like their etiquette was the same as the Taoist's fist-clasping and sword-pointing salute.

After all, the heritage here originates from the Earth in this world.

There, at the beginning, was the source of the ancient heaven founded by the Emperor before the mythological era.

After Emperor Huang Tian ruled dictatorially for eternity, no one remembered what happened in the distant past. For the stories of the Zhetian period, the entire era covered by Zhetian is nothing more than an era calendar, which can be called the Zhetian Era Calendar.

“Well, I already know a little about what happened. A high monk from the Western Desert?
Three burials, burying the sky, burying the earth, burying oneself, the great way is far away, and immortality is hard to find. You can tell from the Dharma call that the inheritance of this master is definitely very important. Everyone listen up, don't have any crooked thoughts. The foundation of the Western Desert cannot be touched by a small Lingxu Cave Heaven.

Just treat that mage as the core successor of the ancient family."

The cave master of Lingxu Cave Heaven said so.

As the master of a cave in a blessed land, he had greater knowledge and knew very well that not every practice in the world could cause strange phenomena. The worst were the scriptures passed down by sages.

Not everyone is qualified to practice this kind of inheritance. Once discovered, it will be taken back.

If he tries to recover it, at best his cultivation will be destroyed and his memory will be wiped out.

In serious cases, the person will be captured and imprisoned forever, or even directly wiped out and killed.

Those holy places and ancient families regard inheritance as more important than their lives. Every time it is leaked, a bloody storm will come. Those involved will be unlucky. Even wild dogs involved will be skinned, their tendons pulled out, and their bones will be crushed to ashes.

Therefore, the cave master of Lingxu Cave Heaven would warn his elders and disciples so sternly.

He still had some understanding of the virtues of some people.

As for Ye Fan, no one cared about him in the original plot because he had no one to rely on and looked easy to bully.

As soon as Jiang Ming appeared on the stage, he introduced himself and used the secret method from Buddhist legend. He had a Buddhist kingdom in his palm and Buddha's light behind his head. No matter how you looked at him, he didn't look like a liar.

Now, because of his practice, he has attracted strange phenomena in the world, which further proves that the ancient scriptures he has mastered have an astonishing origin.

For a small paradise like Lingxu Cave Heaven, if something like this happens, it is best to report it to Yaoguang Holy Land. They cannot withstand such pressure and risks.

If you are not careful, you will be doomed to failure and your orthodoxy will be destroyed.

In the world of immortal cultivators, there is no reason, only fists matter.

(End of this chapter)