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It was already early morning when the Kunlun disciples were settled.

Wang Xiaoke retreated into the temple and came to Yuanchen Dojo as usual.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, he summoned the Xuanling Seal to comprehend the laws.

A while ago, he was filming during the day and studying the laws at night. He has been practicing at a time speed of 1:10 for a month.

"Wang Xiaoke, please...kill me, kill me."

A weak voice was heard, mixed with a strong sense of weakness.

Wang Xiaoke turned his head and looked over, his expression showing impatience.

"What are you arguing about? Stop it!"

A slap was thrown, and the Nascent Soul imprisoned on the stone pillar groaned.

There was also a person imprisoned next door, and both of them suffered inhuman torture.

Almost collapsed and dissipated.

"If you two weren't useful, I would have killed you long ago."

Zhan Wuyou's eyes were empty, and there was only despair in his heart.

It is better to die in Kunlun than to hold on to your breath.

Tong He shared the same idea as him and wished he could commit suicide, but he was trapped, unable to live or die.

After being scolded by Wang Xiaoke, the dojo finally quieted down.

The Xuanling Seal radiated light, and a mysterious Taoist rhythm flowed inside it.

Wang Xiaoke deduced again, and the void around him continued to distort.

A day passed quietly and the void returned to peace.

"Failed again!"

After opening his eyes, Wang Xiaoke frowned and the two of them trembled with fear.

During this period, whenever a deduction failed, both of them would inevitably get beaten up.

It’s been eighty times in total, that means they got beaten eighty times in total!

Zhan Wuyou hoped that this little ancestor would learn the rules as soon as possible.

After Wang Xiaoke taught the two men a lesson, he recalled his fight with Yun Peng.

After a while, he fell into meditation again.

As time goes by, the void evolves irregularly, sometimes like a whirlpool, sometimes like ice cracks, and sometimes like waves.

Until there was a crisp sound, the void around Wang Xiaoke shattered and then slowly healed.

Zhan Wuyou thought to himself that this was not good, he was going to get beaten again.

If Yuanying was able to cry, he would have burst into tears.

Wang Xiaoke put away the spiritual seal and walked over with a smile on his face.

But the next scene made his pupils shrink suddenly.

Wang Xiaoke slowly raised his hand, and a Taoist aura emanated from his body.

The void shattered, and chains shot out and entangled him.

Zhan Wuyou's face was filled with shock. The chain revealed a mysterious power. It was not a spiritual shackle but a pure law of the Tao.

"No... How is it possible!"

It's been less than a month and I've already learned the rudiments of the rules.

I remember that the second elder secluded himself for twelve years before he finally gained enlightenment.

Tong He was also stunned, opening his mouth but unable to utter a word for a long time.

This understanding... is really unbelievable.

"It's really great."

Wang Xiaoke was very excited and felt that his strength had increased a lot.

Looking inward at Dantian, a black Tao seed took root, surrounded by the Tao rhythm.

Void Dao Seed!

Although it is still weak now, it will continue to grow with him.

“Hehe, thanks to the Xuanling Seal, I also have to thank Mu Hualong.”

Wang Xiaoke came to his senses and looked at the two people in front of him.

"Answer my questions and I will give you a chance to live. All you have to do is submit to me."

"Of course, if you want to die, I will give you a quick death."

Zhan Wuyou and Tong He were both stunned.

"How many disciples are there in Liuxue Sect? How many masters are there in the sect?"

The two were silent for a moment, and Tong He took the lead in breaking the deadlock.

"There are 50,000 disciples, and 12 of them are in the Spiritual Transformation Realm."

"The sect master is at the peak of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, and the ancestor lives in a forbidden area."

"It is said that he has the ability to combine his powers..."

Zhan Wuyou turned his head suddenly and stared at Tong He's Nascent Soul fiercely.

"you!"

Tong He glanced at him and said, "Why, do you still want to die?"

Zhan Wuyou snorted coldly: "What if I die for the sect!"

"The Liuxue Sect has nurtured us, so how can we betray the sect?"

"Oh! I haven't lived enough. If you want to die, then die."

"Master Tong, you are a master of the formation, are you willing to be his lackey?"

Zhan Wuyou was so angry that his teeth were itching, but he heard Wang Xiaoke laughing.

"You are quite courageous, but you are definitely stronger with me than with Liuxue Sect."

"What Liuxue Sect can give you, I can give you ten times."

Zhan Wuyou sneered, "Ten times? What do you think you can do?"

Wang Xiaoke shook his head, and a number of spiritual weapons appeared as he flipped his hand.

There are dozens of them, all of fifth-grade quality.

"Are these things stronger than your Broken Halberd?"

"We will distribute it among the clans, you can pick whatever you want."

Wave again.

Hundreds of bottles of pills were floating in the air, all of them were fifth-grade pills.

Zhan Wuyou pursed his lips, and a hint of heat flashed in his eyes.

"Humph, weapons and elixirs are all external things, who cares about them!"

"Besides, with the support of Liuxue Sect, who in the entire Eastern Region dares to look down on us?"

Wang Xiaoke smiled even more widely, his eyes scanning him up and down.

"You mean you can sit under a big tree and enjoy the shade?"

“Maybe in three or ten years, this tree will be cut down by someone?”

"I am a person who holds grudges and always keeps my word."

Zhan Wuyou was stunned. Wang Xiaoke was now in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul.

But he is extremely talented, how far can he go in the future?

Fusion, Mahayana, or transcending the tribulation to become an immortal...

"Besides, you are not valued and cannot be considered to be in a high position of power."

"I don't think the cultivation method and supernatural power are of top quality."

Zhan Wuyou laughed in anger: "I practice a mid-level earth-level technique."

"If this is not considered superior, what kind of skill is considered superior?"

Wang Xiaoke said with a hint of disdain: "Middle-grade Earth Rank?"

"Liuxue Zong is really stingy. After all, you are a Yuanying."

"Not to mention a heaven-level technique, at least a top-grade earth-level one."

Zhan Wuyou's expression was stiff. Did he think that local-level martial arts were as cheap as cabbage?

Wang Xiaoke put his hands behind his back: "It's time for you to make a choice."

"Surrender or die."

These words were originally spoken by Liuxue Sect, but now they are being blamed.

Tong He didn't think much about it and just bowed his head in submission.

Zhan Wuyou's eyes were complicated, and Wang Xiaoke's patience gradually disappeared.

"Stab!"

Electricity surged through my fingertips, and a strong sense of oppression swept over me.

Just before the thunder fell, Zhan Wuyou spoke in horror.

"Stop, I admit it, I will follow you."

Wang Xiaoke dispersed his killing move and nodded with a smile.

"A man who knows the times is a hero. Your choice is correct."

After removing the restraints on the two men, he spoke immediately.

"But before that, I have to prevent you from betraying me."

Zhan Wuyou felt a strong sense of crisis, and a gray light penetrated between his eyebrows.

"This strand of Dao is connected to the Nascent Soul. As long as I have a thought, the Law of the Void will explode from the inside, and my body will die and the Dao will disappear."

"So, don't play tricks on me."

The two looked at each other and their attitudes turned respectful.

"Call me Young Master here, and call me Sect Master when we get back to the sect."

"Let's refine our body first. I'll provide the medicinal resources."

"Yes, Master."

Wang Xiaoke saw them in retreat and turned to leave the temple.

He still had a question about the Chaos Temple.

That inexplicable call has appeared twice.

Emperor.

He still hasn't figured out whether it was him who was being called.

"Did the master leave behind a treasure before he left?"

Wang Xiaoke muttered to himself and disappeared from the temple.

After he left, a ball of light floated in the void above the temple.

"Emperor."

"I woke up quickly."

"soon."

……

Wang Xiaoke returned to Wang's house and had dinner with others in the hall.

The Kunlun disciples were very puzzled.

After all, after building the foundation, cultivators usually practice fasting, so they seldom eat or drink.

"There was a post on the forum last night saying that in the face of the Liuxue Sect's coercion, everyone is invited to come and discuss a decision."

Xie Shuiyao mentioned it and couldn't help but look at Xiao Ke.

"Shall we join in the fun?"