Martial Dao Great Emperor

In the depths of an ancient mountain forest, Luo Xiu built a simple cave.

Countless **** patterns are arranged around the cave.

He sat cross-legged in the depths of the cave, a large number of dazzling crystals piled up beside him, the pure energy seemed to have turned into clouds and mist.

At the same time, on Luo Xiu's body, a cloud of glowing light entangled, and the extremely pure chaotic energy seemed to have turned into a liquid state, surging.

"It's worthy of the Dao Realm, and the entire environment is more suitable for cultivation than the endless and Dao Xu realms."

In the process of practicing, Luo Xiu could feel every inch of his flesh and blood and the changes in his cultivation.

This process will continue for a long time, and the improvement and advancement of the cultivation base cannot be achieved overnight at all.

This time he put out a lot of training resources, and at the same time, he also made good plans to stay here for a long time.

After all, he has already come to the Dao Realm, so there is no need to worry about other things first, and the most important thing is to improve his cultivation strength first.

Before I knew it, a hundred years passed.

Luo Xiu's figure was still sitting motionless in the depths of the cave like a rock.

In addition to refining the dazzling crystal and the essence of magical medicine, Luo Xiu also took out one by one Dao seeds to realize the essence and mystery contained in it.

Dao type of gold, Dao type of sword, Dao type of thunder, Dao type of space.

For other monks, Luo Xiu had four of the Dao seeds they dreamed of. Among them, the golden Dao seeds contained the power of the sevenfold order, and they were considered high-level Dao seeds.

In the end, Luo Xiu spent five hundred years in this retreat.

His cultivation reached the peak of the tenth stage of Proving Dao, and he was only a short distance from the eleventh stage.

When the cultivation base reaches this state, it is not only the accumulation of resources that can improve the cultivation base, but also requires other opportunities to break the shackles of the great state.

Five hundred years seems to be a long time, but in fact it is also very short. It takes such a short time to cultivate from the initial stage of the Tenth Realm to the peak. Although Luo Xiu is not satisfied, he can't do better.

The result of the improvement of his cultivation is that his overall strength is even stronger.

Speaking of it, when he fought Tianjiao Xu Heng in the secret realm, Luo Xiu's realm was in the early stage of the tenth ancestor, and that Xu Heng was actually the tenth ancestor perfection. There was still a gap between the two.

If he fights again, Luo Xiu has absolute certainty that he can defeat Xu Heng.

Of course, if he meets Xu Heng again, Luo Xiu is very clear that the other party must be stronger, and his true realm may have reached the ancestral level of the twelfth realm.

Five hundred years is nothing for the monks in the Taoist world, and the situation on all sides has not changed in any way. Only the genius event that has been circulating five hundred years ago is still in full swing and will be opened.

After walking out of the retreat, Luo Xiu passed a small sect, which was said to be a small sect. Compared to the Dao Realm, if it were placed in the endless, it would also belong to the top inheritance of one party.

Luo Xiu met a person in the mountains and forests, and this person was almost killed in a battle with a beast. Luo Xiu saved his life.

This person was an elder of this small sect, an ancestor of the tenth realm, and invited Luo Xiu to the sect.

Many young monks were gathered together to go to a big city for selection.

"The future of Hongmen depends on you young people!" An elderly man stroked his white beard and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, the sect master, we will definitely strive to get a good ranking, so that we will be famous in all directions!" These young monks are very energetic and confident.

There are also dangers everywhere in the world of Tao. These young monks spend most of their time practicing in the sect and rarely go out. They don't know how cruel the outside world is.

Luo Xiu also followed. He was the benefactor of the Hongmen. Even the master of the Hongmen was very polite to him and saw his extraordinary.

"Five hundred years of retreat, I also want to see how strong the Tianjiao in the Taoist world is!" Luo Xiu also had some expectations in his heart.

A genius event that will only be held once in ten chaos eras will gather the arrogance of an era. Just thinking about it will make people excited.

The group started on the road, and the leader was Elder Hongmen, who was the person Luo Xiu had saved his life.

This is a middle-aged man named Hong Sheng, with more than a dozen geniuses from the sect, driving the magic weapon together, and shuttles in the void.

"Roar!"

When passing by an ancient mountain forest, beasts roared below, but these beasts did not attack.

Luo Xiu stood beside Hong Sheng and asked, "Friend Hong Dao, do you know where the Genting Road is?"

"Genting Dao?" Hong Sheng was stunned for a moment. "I seem to have vaguely heard of such a place. There are many Daotians in the Taoist world. I have never left Feitian Dao in my life, but I have heard that Yunding Dao is one A very powerful Daotian, far away from Feitian Dao."

"How far is it?" Luo Xiu frowned.

"It's not so far, it's far beyond imagination." Hong Sheng shook his head. A monk like him is like a crucian carp in the Taoist world, and many things are not at the level that he can touch.

"Om!"

Suddenly, a ray of light flew in the distance, and on top of a disc-shaped magical instrument, there were silhouettes of people standing.

"Hehe, isn't this the elder Hong Sheng from the Hong Clan? You want to participate in the selection of geniuses in Ziyue City with just three or two of you cats and dogs?"

Obviously, the person on this disc magical artifact should be from another sect in this area.

"People from Shimen, don't look for trouble!" Hong Sheng said angrily.

"The temper is not small, I heard that you almost died under the claws of the beast, and were later rescued?" On the disc magic weapon, a strong middle-aged man sneered teasingly.

Speaking of this incident, Hong Sheng's face suddenly became unsightly. After all, he was almost slapped to death by the claw of a beast. It was a matter of shame for Hong Sheng.

There was no further conflict between the two sides. Hong Sheng fought a few words with him, and the disc magical instrument turned into a light and disappeared into the distant horizon.

...

Before long, the group arrived at the destination, Ziyue City.

This is a magnificent city. Above the city, a purple moon hangs, and the splendid moonlight is diffused, illuminating the entire city like a guard.

Ziyue City is named after this round of purple moon. It is said that this round of purple moon is a powerful magic weapon and also represents a kind of Taoism.

In this area centered on Purple Moon City, there are many sect inheritances. The genius event will be held soon, and the most preliminary selection will be made. All geniuses in this area will gather in Purple Moon City.

"Step aside!"

At the gate of Ziyue City, Luo Xiu's group had just arrived here, and a shout suddenly came.

"Boom!"

A palm print was shot across the air on the light curtain of the magic artifact where everyone was. Suddenly some Hongmen disciples could not stand steady and almost fell down.

"unacceptable!"

"Do you want to fight?"

Many Hong Sect disciples looked at them angrily.

Then I saw that the shot was a man, a man wearing a silver robe. This man and a group of people around him were all standing on the back of a huge fierce bird, arrogant.

"Fighting? You deserve it? If you don't want to die, get out of the way!" The person on the back of the fierce bird is very powerful, arrogant, like the upper one despising the lower.

The young disciples of Hong Sect couldn't swallow this breath, and just about to rush up, they were all stopped by Hong Sheng waved his hand. At the same time, they transmitted the voice so that these disciples were not impulsive.

Because obviously, the other party's background is unusual, and Hong Clan cannot provoke him.

However, the person on the back of the fierce bird didn't seem to want to let it go so easily. One of them sneered, "I want to do it? I want to see what a small sect like you can do."

As he talked, a young monk sneered, "Don't say anything else, I can smash all the **** of you with one finger."

"You are too arrogant!" Hong Sect's disciple was almost blown up.

They are all outstanding in the Hong Clan, the young generation has the highest cultivation base and the strongest. When have they been so despised?

"Don't let me be impulsive!" Hong Sheng's expression was also ugly, but he could only endure it, not letting Hongmen's disciples fight with each other.