Chapter 853: The spirit of the weapon appears, the origin of the Chaos Temple.

"The road to immortality?"

Wang Zhiqiu lowered her brows, and she also came into contact with cultivation.

But I was not focused and often neglected my work.

"Yes, I have thought about this for a long time."

Wang Xiaoke looked serious.

"For so many years, I haven't given my parents and sisters proper guidance."

"So next, I plan to give you one-on-one tutoring to improve your strength as quickly as possible."

"Even if there is a gap in the future, I won't fall far behind."

Wang Xiaoke's words made the Wang family members at the table fall into deep thought.

"All resources during this period are entirely on me."

This treatment must be heard by the disciples and the aristocratic families.

It will definitely shock others.

All the girls smiled at the same time, with warmth flowing in their hearts.

Although my younger brother is a big shot in the eyes of others.

Protect your treasures and resources closely.

But nothing can compare to the kinship that is engraved in the blood.

"Xiao Ke, I will listen to you on what you plan to do."

Wang Wenya smiled gently and rubbed his head lovingly.

"He's so tall that Fourth Sister has to raise her hand to touch him."

Her height was not short, but she was still half a head shorter in comparison.

Wang Xiaoke's eyes were wandering and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Ahem... Fourth Sister."

Wang Wenya suddenly found it funny: "You've grown up, why are you still shy?"

"You and your sister used to sleep in the same bed."

Wang Siqi laughed dumbly: "How dare you say that."

"Your brother was obviously resisting, but you insisted on going over to sleep with him."

"Oh, my brother's room. You go there as often as I do."

Wang Wenya’s retort left her speechless.

Everyone laughed out loud, and the scene was harmonious and loving.

"Xinru and her husband will be home tomorrow." Wang Yingying mentioned.

"it is good."

Wang Xiaoke sat on the chair: "Wait until the whole family is here."

"I will teach you the methods and assign tasks to everyone."

night.

Wang Xiaoke returned to his room and went into the Chaos Temple to practice.

Zhan Wuyou and Tong He are still in seclusion, rebuilding their bodies.

Entering the dojo, he took out paper and pen and sat cross-legged.

Three days passed in a flash, and he copied out two books of exercises.

After finishing his writing, Wang Xiaoke let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyebrows tiredly.

"A top-grade Heaven-level technique actually consumes so much mental energy."

"If it were an earth-level technique, I would have copied dozens of copies at least."

Replicating skills and supernatural powers consumes more than just physical strength.

We must integrate the artistic conception and Taoist rhyme into the magic formula.

It consumes a lot of spiritual power and mental energy.

Wang Xiaoke was a little distressed. His cultivation was still shallow before, and the skills he taught to his sisters were all earth-level quality.

The best thing that Master left for me is the Heaven Grade Supreme Grade...

I originally planned to copy down several books of exercises and give them to my family members.

At this rate, we’ll have to stay in the temple for another month!

so troublesome.

"He copied the Heaven-level skills at the Nascent Soul stage. He is worthy of being an emperor."

A strange and ethereal voice came from the void.

Wang Xiaoke immediately became alert and looked for the owner of the voice.

"who is it!"

Something is wrong. This is his territory. Where did these people come from?

Even ghosts can’t get in.

"No wonder, with a sixth-level spiritual power, he can withstand the backlash."

Wang Xiaoke spread out his spiritual sense, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

He put his fingers together and suddenly slashed at a corner of the void.

The sword energy is like a long dragon!

The sharp sword light tore through the void, and its power was enough to scare the Nascent Soul.

stab-

Suddenly, an illusory hand reached out from the void.

That terrifying attack was actually easily blocked... The sword energy dissipated like the wind, without causing a ripple.

Wang Xiaoke was surprised, this person's strength was far above his own!

Could it be the divine consciousness left behind by the ancestor of Liuxue Sect?

Damn it...

While he was daydreaming, the owner of the hand finally showed up.

Specks of purple light gathered together and lingered around an illusory human figure.

The man had waist-length hair, with two strands of hair on his temples that looked like white frost.

The ends of the hair occasionally show a faint color.

He was wearing a dark purple robe with wide sleeves and dark silver patterns embroidered on the collar.

Those deep eyes seemed to be able to see through eternity and were difficult to look directly into.

Wang Xiaoke became more and more confused, and he felt a sense of familiarity with this person.

It was the first time we met, but I felt a sense of familiarity.

"You are not from the Liuxue Sect?"

The young man nodded slightly, and a green lotus-shaped spiritual energy blossomed from the soles of his feet.

"My Lord, please do not misunderstand me. I am the spirit of the temple."

"I fell into a deep sleep and just woke up now."

Wang Xiaoke was stunned. He had heard this voice more than once.

"Is it me that you awakened through Linghu Immortal's magical power?"

The young man smiled and said, "It's just a low-level move."

"Even if I don't say anything, the Emperor will be able to get away quickly."

The two looked at each other.

Wang Xiaoke nodded blankly and couldn't help but ask further.

"You said you are the spirit of the temple? What's the evidence?"

The young man paused, and the entire void suddenly trembled.

Then the Yuanchen Taoist Temple shook, and the spiritual energy on all sides rose sharply.

"This……"

Wang Xiaoke was stunned. In just a few seconds, the spiritual energy became five times denser!

Add to that the speed of time, it is like practicing here for a day.

It is equivalent to dozens of days of cultivation in the outside world!

Even the master himself wouldn't be able to do this...

Wang Xiaoke seemed to want to say something but stopped himself, not knowing what his temper was like.

After all, the other party is very powerful and if you don't obey him.

He has no choice...

"Uh...um...I am your master, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man bowed and saluted.

"The temple belongs to the Emperor, so you are naturally my Lord."

Wang Xiaoke smiled awkwardly and quickly motioned for him to get up.

"What's your name?"

"The spirit of the weapon probably doesn't have a name, otherwise I'll give you one."

Wang Xiaoke glanced at him and said, "I'll call you Xiao Zi."

The young man showed a rare look of surprise.

It was... quite sudden.

"Lord, I have a name, you can just call me Free."

"Okay." Wang Xiaoke smiled and said, "Let's sit down and talk."

He could see that the spirit of the weapon was respectful, without a single distracting thought.

I just happen to have some questions that I need the other party to answer.

In Yuanchen Dojo, Wang Xiaoke and Ziyou sat opposite each other.

"Cough cough."

"Why do you call me Emperor? What special meaning does the word Emperor have?"

"And my master, you should be very familiar with him, right?"

"Where is he, and how can I see him?"

Zi You slowly spoke: "The master mentioned by the Emperor."

"He is one of the twelve immortal emperors in the immortal realm, the Immortal Emperor Burying the Sky."

Wang Xiaoke's pupils trembled and he felt numb from his head to the soles of his feet.

Under the influence of Grandpa Fox, he read a lot of novels.

What thirty years of prosperity, what the top of the immortal world...

All those who have brought immortals to the Emperor are extremely powerful!

Wang Xiaoke suppressed his excitement and asked the spirit of the weapon tentatively.

"How powerful is the Immortal Emperor?"

Ziyou thought for a moment, and a chessboard appeared in front of him.

"The Immortal Emperor is beyond all laws of the Tao. Order is no more than a flower by the roadside. Watch it bloom and wither over the long river of time."

"The myriad realms are like chess pieces in the palm of your hand, overlooking everything."

Ziyou picked up a white chess piece and crushed it.

"It can be destroyed with the snap of a finger."

Wang Xiaoke stopped breathing, and his eyes sparkled with brilliance.

I knew he was a powerful man, but I didn't expect him to be so powerful!

Ziyou then spoke.

"If the emperor wants to find him, he has to wait until he has passed the great calamity of becoming an immortal."

"Only after ascending to the immortal world will there be a glimmer of hope."

Wang Xiaoke was curious: "Is it difficult to find a master even after becoming an immortal?"

"The emperor will know how big the fairy world is in the future."

Ziyou didn't say anything else, after all, it was still early for him.

"As for the word 'Emperor Lord'." Ziyou's eyes flickered obscurely.

"The temple is an imperial weapon."

Wang Xiaoke was confused again. This palace was actually an imperial artifact!

He was originally a weapon refiner, and his master left behind a legacy of weapon refinement.

The Divine Book of Heavenly Craftsmen.

Currently, I can only comprehend the first volume and forge a fifth-level spiritual weapon.

I dare not even think about immortal weapons, let alone imperial weapons.

Zi You looked at him with a smile: "Does the Emperor know the origin of the temple?"