Family Cultivation: I can catalyze spirit insects

"" Renshui quenching tactics ", water system, cultivation to Dacheng, can heavily quench the body, the body becomes holy!"

"" Nine Turn Golden Tips ", metallic exercises, cultivated to Dacheng, can be cast and gold, and King Kong is not bad.

"" Five Elements Chaos ", practicing five kinds of spiritual power at the same time! Cultivate to Dacheng, you can master the power of the five elements and evolve chaos!"

"It's all the Yuan Ying Gong Method!"

Looking at the three jade slips at will, Song Yiming was shocked, and his face was ecstatic.

These exercises, any of them can become a town ancestral method, causing crazy snatch!

However, when Song Yiming looked at the last layer, his eyes condensed, and his breathing became rapid.

"This layer is already the Yuan Ying Gong method. What is the last layer?"

Song Yiming thought in his heart, put away three jade slips, and walked upstairs.

"Brother, have you seen it! This kid took three exercises, completely when we did not exist!"

Shi Tianhu held his double punch, his teeth bite giggled.

"Four books!"

He just saw Yu Guang. When Song Yiming was exploring the exercises, he didn't pay attention to everyone, secretly put a exercise method, and went into the cuffs!

Looking at Song Yiming's movements, Shi Tianlong's face was gloomy, but in the end, he pressed down.

"Huh! Let him proud for a while, wait for the last layer, it's his end!"

Shi Tianlong's eyes flickered.

He has found that the more the Tibetan Gong Pavilion goes up, the narrower the space is. By the fifth floor, I am afraid that it will be narrow and can only accommodate dozens of people standing.

At that time, he was sure and killed Song Yiming in one fell swoop!

Tibetan Gong Pavilion, the fifth floor.

I saw an ancient stone monument in front of the front, exuding the vicissitudes of mystery, as if setting an endless years.

"This is a monument!"

Song Yiming flashed and recognized this ancient stone monument.

Passing the monument is a kind of inheritance utensils that can be imprinted in the stone monument for the life of the lives for their lives.

It can be said that each passing monument is a treasure trove of inheritance!

"I don't know, what kind of exercises are in this power -based monument?"

Song Yiming thought in his heart, unbuttoning the spirit beast bag in advance, operating spiritual power, and exploring the stele.

boom!

Just when Song Yiming's spiritual power was just exposed to the stone monument, the transmission monument suddenly lit up, and the dazzling purple mang broke out!

Immediately afterwards, he felt a brain and lost consciousness. When he woke up again, he found himself to a mysterious space.

This space is dark and boundless, as if the sun has not risen, only the stars are shining with weak light.

"How many years, someone finally came here!"

A misty voice sounded!

At the beginning of the sun, Ziqi came east!

I saw the Oriental Skyrim, with purple mist, stretching tens of thousands of miles, mighty.

Among the purple qi, a figure, stepped on the void, stood up with a negative hand, to Song Yiming's eyes.

His face is illusory, looming, and his body exudes endless majesty, as if the only master standing in heaven and earth!

"This is……"

Looking at this figure, Song Yiming's heart was shocked and couldn't speak.

He had heard his father said that only by cultivating the power of the heavens can this vision be manifested!

"Junior Song Yiming, met his predecessors!"

"Well, you are very good, double spirit root, strong consciousness, young age, but unfortunately ... cultivation such as inferiority and other exercises, bad foundations."

The old man of Ziyi nodded, but quickly frowned.

He can see that Song Yiming's "Xuanhuo Jue" is the most common method, and it has made rapid progress in the early stage, but insufficient stamina.

"Dare to ask the name of the predecessors?"

Song Yiming took a deep breath and respectfully hugged his fists.

Although the old man of the purple clothes, although it is only a ray of remnants, the breath on his body is like a sea and unpredictable.

I'm afraid he can kill him with a breath!

"I am Ziyunzong, the third generation of sects, Ziyang Zhenjun!"

The veteran of Ziyi's voice was voiced, as if talking about a little thing that was unrelated.

But after Song Yiming heard it, he shocked in his heart and respectfully.

The third generation of Ziyunzong, three thousand years ago, the peerless power of Zhao Guo!

According to the classics, the Ziyang Zhenjun, who took only two hundred years, practiced to the Yuanying period and became the youngest Yuan Ying monk of Zhao Guo!

Later, Ziyang Zhenjun, in the Han Dynasty, killed the five -headed four -order monsters and broke through the late Yuan infant.

However, a hundred years later, Ziyunzong suffered a big robbery, and the Zhenjun of Ziyang was also mysterious and his whereabouts were unknown.

Unexpectedly, I will meet here!

"No wonder the vision can be manifested!"

Song Yiming's heart was shocked and more respectful.

"This life, the northern wasteland, countless killings, countless grievances, do not want to be frustrated after death, so I have never found a heir."

"Today, since you can come here, it means that you have a relationship with this seat. Waldered that he worshiped this seat as a teacher and inherited the mantle of this seat?"

Ziyang Zhenjun looked at Song Yiming and said slowly.

Although the sound was light, it seemed to have a thunderous, bombarded in Song Yiming's mind!

Worship Ziyang Zhenjun as a teacher?

Inheritance?

Song Yiming stayed, only feeling buzzing in his head, and his breathing became rapid.

You know, this one in front of you, but the peerless power of three thousand years ago, the Yuan Yingqiang who was famous for Zhao Guo!

Being able to worship such a teacher, that is definitely a blessing for his ten life!

It's a pity that Song Yiming is a member of the family. According to the family rules, he cannot change his family, so he can only refuse the kindness of this senior.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I am a member of the Song family and cannot become a disciple. Please forgive me."

"Hehe, you are the first person to refuse me! But you are a good kid!"

"I have made countless enemies in my life. If you become my disciple, it will indeed bring disaster to the family."

Zi Yang Zhenjun heard this and not only did he not get angry, but laughed instead.

He could see that although Song Yiming refused him, his eyes were very firm and not greedy. This was a truly kind character!

Once this kind of person has determined something, he will never betray it!

"Well, I have been sitting for many years, and this remnant soul can't hold on for long. Since you and I are destined, I will make an exception and pass on all my life's unique skills to you!"

"But before that, you need to promise me one thing."

Zi Yang Zhenjun looked at Song Yiming and his face became serious.

"Please tell me, senior. As long as I can do it, I will do my best!"

Song Yiming did not hesitate and immediately clasped his fists.

This senior master has given up on accepting disciples. If he just teaches the skills, it should not violate the clan rules.