Chapter 297 Martial Arts Hall

A few minutes later, Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong were already on their way to the martial arts hall, chatting idly.

As for the process of the fight...

It was killed in one second. Nothing much to say.

Upon hearing that Lin Zhentian and others had moved to the Dao Realm, Lin Changqiang, who was in a hurry to select martial arts and meet his relatives, naturally had no interest in dawdling. He directly used a serious punch in the astonished eyes of countless disciples and easily defeated Jiang Hao.

When he reached the fifth level of Nirvana, he was able to easily control Tong Chuan. Now that he has reached the sixth level of Nirvana, it would be easy for him to deal with a seventh level of Nirvana.

The defeated Jiang Hao was obviously dazed and unwilling at first, but he soon changed his mindset. He and the disciples around him thought of the same thing - perhaps, this junior brother could really comprehend the Great Desolate Sutra, help the Desolate Palace get rid of the last place and become the first among the four palaces?

The disciples had different thoughts, and the masters of other branch halls were not much better, but all this had nothing to do with Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong. After flying for more than ten minutes, the two finally landed on a high peak near the center of the Deserted Palace.

On the top of the mountain, an ancient and majestic tower stood proudly. Outside the tower was a square paved with bluestone. Some disciples of the Deserted Palace were walking through it. When they saw Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong, they just glanced at them and then looked away, as if they did not recognize their identities.

This is normal. After all, those who are really interested in Lin Changqiang or like the fun should have just left Dan River.

Lin Dong, who had been here once, walked in front, carrying Lin Changqiang and heading towards the tower.

The tower is huge and majestic, with neat eaves layer by layer. Although time has left many traces on the tower, one can tell at a glance that it has been carefully maintained. Some wear and tear instead highlight the vicissitudes of time and reveal the heritage of the sect.

In front of the tower, outside the stone gate, an old man in a gray robe was holding a broom, slowly cleaning the fallen leaves in front of the door.

His face was extremely old, much more so than Chen Zhen and Wudao. His eyes were grey under his drooping brows, and it was not difficult to tell that he could no longer see. His not tall body was slightly hunched, and the loneliness and desolation he exuded was no less than that of a dead leaf.

Lin Changqiang looked at the old man, feeling a sense of pity for no reason, even though the other party's cultivation had been fully displayed in the system.

He was like this in his previous life. Although he had many disappointments in his life and knew that there were many people in society who made profits by pretending to be miserable, he still couldn't help but feel sympathy when he saw someone suffering again.

The old man's experience was not special. He was a former genius of the Desolate Palace and was acquainted with Zhou Tong. He was the senior brother of Wudao and Chen Zhen. After learning about Zhou Tong's experience, he was filled with grief and indignation, and began to practice madly to pursue power. Unfortunately, he eventually went wrong when practicing the Desolate Demon Eye, causing him to become blind and had to switch to practicing mental power...

Lin Changqiang and Lin Dong bowed slightly to the old man, walked past him and entered the stone gate.

Entering the tower, what comes into view is a vast hall, antique and brightly lit. There are no bookshelves in the hall, but instead countless stone tablets arranged in an orderly manner.

Lin Dong was impressed by the foundation of Dao Sect, but Lin Changqiang couldn't help but mutter to himself - he suddenly remembered the cemetery in his hometown... Fortunately, there were disciples practicing silently in front of many stone tablets.

The top-notch martial arts, the Bull's Great Strength Technique.

The most superior martial art created by nature, controlling the wind in the sky.

Inferior spiritual martial arts, the burning wood sword technique.

……

Starting with the Creation Martial Arts, how generous. "The four strongest martial arts are all in other places. I'll take you there when the time comes, but before that, you have to condense the Wild Seed first."

Lin Dong whispered as he quickened his pace, passing through the stele forest. Not long after, he and Lin Changqiang arrived at the center of the stele forest, and a huge platform appeared in front of them.

There is a two-meter-high gray stone tablet on the outside of the platform, and in the center of the platform, there is a strange boulder a hundred feet high standing safely.

The entire boulder was dark grey in color, covered with fine cracks. A strange energy was constantly emanating from it, making the people around it feel as if they were in the wilderness. Even the energy in their bodies was slightly affected, and it circulated more and more slowly.

This huge stone is called Huangshi, and the energy it emits is Huangjin. At this moment, around Huangshi, there are many disciples sitting cross-legged, quietly absorbing Huangjin.

Lin Changqiang walked lightly to the front of the stone tablet, and lines of vigorous handwriting immediately caught his eyes.

Desolate decision.

This is a strange martial art that cultivates not Yuanli but Huangjin.

The Desolate Art is divided into ten levels and is a required practice for disciples. The practice method of this practice is also quite unique. One must first absorb the Desolate Force from the Desolate Stone in the Desolate Palace, condense the Desolate Seed in the body, and then continue to absorb the Desolate Force and nourish it with Yuanli, so that the practitioner's own Desolate Force can become stronger and stronger.

If it were someone other than a disciple of the Huang Palace, even if they obtained the cultivation method of the Huang Jue, they would definitely not be able to cultivate the Huang Jin.

Not long after, Lin Changqiang memorized the skills on the stone tablet in his mind. He looked towards the barren rock in the center of the platform, but saw that most of the disciples were sitting a hundred feet away, with only a very small number of people within a hundred feet.

"The Desolate Energy has a very strong corrosive force. The closer you get to the Desolate Stone, the stronger the erosion. Therefore, most disciples dare not get too close. However, when I came to condense the Desolate Seed a few days ago, I relied on the ability of the Devouring Ancestral Talisman to walk directly to the center. You have the Star Ancestral Talisman protecting you, so I think it should not be difficult to do it."

Lin Dong's voice sounded behind him. Lin Changqiang nodded without thinking too much and walked quickly towards the center. Not long after, he passed a group of disciples and walked within a hundred feet. This action naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Most of the disciples just frowned, thinking that Lin Changqiang must have great confidence. However, seeing that he had to keep going deeper after catching up with the record of the four disciples, one disciple finally couldn't help but warn him: "Be careful, the closer you get to the center, the stronger the wild energy will be. You may be corroded to the point of no life!"

Lin Changqiang's heart moved and he looked behind him, only to see that his senior brother had his lips slightly parted and looked anxious.

"Thank you, senior brother, for reminding me."

Lin Changqiang bowed politely, then turned around and continued to walk towards the center. Seeing this, all the disciples suddenly became confused and they remembered another figure from a few days ago...

Under the gazes of many people, Lin Changqiang walked leisurely towards the barren rock. As the distance between them shortened, an even stronger barren force suddenly came towards him, which was dozens of times stronger than that from a hundred feet away.

Feeling the terrifying erosion coming from all directions, Lin Changqiang's expression finally changed - his clothes were gradually drying up and tearing!

The next second, a moon-white light suddenly emerged and turned into a thin coat that completely enveloped him, saving the clothes on his body.

Lin Changqiang turned his head to look at Lin Dong with some doubt, only to see a wicked smile blooming on the latter's face, as bright as the sun...

"I was wondering why you are so serious today!"

(End of this chapter)