And this Taoist will is really strong for warriors. If a warrior of the immortal saint level has a Taoist will, even if it only doubles, it will be exaggerated how many times stronger than before.

There is no doubt that Taoism is much more terrifying and useful than the law, and the stronger the strength, the more terrifying the increase of this Taoism to oneself. The power of the immortal saint is much stronger than the power of the heavenly saint.

"Of course, but it is very difficult to comprehend the meaning of the Tao, and the conditions are extremely harsh. It is currently recognized that if you comprehend more than ten laws, you will have a chance to touch the threshold of the meaning of the Tao."

"Of course, besides this method, there are other ways to comprehend the meaning of Tao. Of course, the conditions are extremely harsh." Xiao Hei shook his head.

Hearing this, Zhuo Wen was relieved, but he was quite eager for the Dao in his heart. The increase in overall strength was a great temptation to him. No matter how high his cultivation level was, this thing would be of great help to him.

"At present, I have only comprehended eight laws, and there are still two away from ten. I'm afraid it's a bit early to think about Taoism. Let's go to the Gongfa Pavilion first. Since the first mountain god said there are secrets, Then I'll go and have a look."

Zhuo Wen shook his head and didn't think about these things any more. After talking about the past with Liao Si, Mies and Liu Si in the third world, he left the third world.

On the last floor of the Gongfa Pavilion, Zhuo Wen looked around at the rows of shelves, all of which were filled with jade slips, but Zhuo Wen had browsed all the exercises in these jade slips, so it wasn�t particularly helpful to him .

After all, the power of Zhuowen's Dacheng Holy Physique is too terrifying, breaking all spells with one force, all exercises have little effect on Zhuowen.

It is precisely because of this that he seldom enters the Gongfa Pavilion, and this time if the first mountain god reminded him, he would not enter again.

After walking around, Zhuo Wen didn't find anything unusual, and frowned slightly.

"The place I didn't find, there should be no more!"

Zhuo Wen murmured in a low voice, and his eyes fell on the central table, a censer that was burning incense.

"Every time this incense burner comes in, it releases sandalwood. Could it be that the sandalwood inside is endless? No, this incense burner is weird..."

Zhuo Wen's eyes suddenly burst out with brilliance, and then he stepped forward, reached out with his right hand, and pressed it on the incense burner, and then he found that the incense burner was like a rock, and he couldn't pick it up, as if it had taken root on the desk generally.

"It's really weird!"

Sensing the unmoving incense burner on the table, Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and then he did not continue to try to pull out the incense burner, but observed silently.

After about half a stick of incense, Zhuo Wen stretched out his hand again, and immediately twisted it gently on the surface of the incense burner, and then there was the sound of the mechanism turning.

I saw a row of shelves on the north side slowly separating, and behind the shelf was a small hole several feet long and wide.

In the small hole, there is a bronze statue. The appearance of this bronze statue is the image of an evil ghost with teeth and claws.

Looking at the sharp fangs, long sharp claws, and the bloody ghost eyes, Zhuo Wen couldn't help frowning. This bronze statue gave him a very strange feeling.

Moreover, on the surface of the statue of the evil spirit, there are even bloodstains, and Zhuo Wen can vaguely smell a bloody smell. The bloodstains are not painted with paint, but real dried blood.

"What is this?"

Looking at the evil ghost in front of him, Zhuo Wen felt a little displeased, but he still stretched out his hand and took the statue of the evil ghost in his hand.

Suddenly, the eyes of the evil ghost blinked for a while, and then cruel laughter resounded in Zhuo Wen's ears endlessly.

"Entering the Underworld, the only way is to kill! Those who commit serious crimes and kill people like hemp can enter the Underworld and gain supreme power."

Accompanied by cruel laughter, such a somewhat inexplicable sentence came faintly from Zhuo Wen's ears.

After these words echoed in Zhuowen's mind several times, the ghost statue in Zhuowen's hand suddenly suspended in the air, and then collapsed into a long blue stream under Zhuowen's astonished eyes.

This long cyan stream, like a spirit snake, is constantly swimming in mid-air. If you look carefully, this long stream is like a pen and ink, drawing some kind of characters in mid-air, and these characters constitute a rich content.

"Killing the Underworld Finger? What kind of secret technique is this?" Zhuo Wen stared at the content of the characters collected by the long cyan stream, his eyes showing a blank look.

"This is not a secret technique, but the supreme fairy technique. Sure enough, there is indeed a fairy technique in the Canglong Temple. I was a little confused before. It turns out that the fairy technique is hidden in such a secret place!"

Xiao Hei swept out of the sea of ??self-knowledge and stood on Zhuo Wen's shoulder. It stared at the characters in mid-air, and its small eyes showed an unprecedented solemnity.

"Immortal art?"

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed, revealing a trace of solemnity, he had naturally heard of fairy arts.

It is said that Immortal Art is an extremely rare type of art. Immortal Art exists both inborn and created, but they all have one characteristic, that is, their power is extremely terrifying.

And just how rare are fairy arts? From Bi Fang's memory, Zhuo Wen could know that even in Middle Earth, only those extremely large forces possessed the magic technique of immortality.

And even in a huge force, the number of immortal arts is extremely limited, the kind that can be counted on one hand.

"Zhuowen, Immortal Art is very powerful. If you learn this Immortal Art, your strength will be sublimated again, and this Immortal Art will become your strongest hole card." Xiao Hei couldn't help but said with emotion.

Although Zhuo Wen was calm on the surface, his heart was like turbulent waves, extremely restless, and even his right hand began to tremble a little.

Immortal art, how powerful this thing is, although Zhuo Wen has never seen it with his own eyes, but from Bi Fang's memory alone, he can vaguely feel how terrifying and powerful immortal art is. JrNovels.com