"Respect the Fire Immortal Sect."

"Black Water Snake."

"Golden Sun Immortal Sect."

"The Green Body Clan!"

…

In Cave No. 1, there was a stone floating in front of Feng Mi, and he was carving these names repeatedly with his fingers as if they were a knife.

He could no longer spy on the scene outside, but he had his accomplices outside who quietly passed on all the information to him.

"The old bastard in the black robe."

"An old bitch in a flowery robe."

In addition to the holy land of the Immortal Sect, there are also several cultivators who hide themselves deep in their magic power, looking like they are trying to hide their heads and show their tails.

Although it is impossible to know his exact realm, he dared to look calm and composed in front of a force with cultivators at the twelfth level. I think his strength must be quite impressive.

The force of his fingers penetrated the stone and crushed it directly into powder.

"Damn it, with so many 12th floor cultivators, we're going to die this time."

…

Outside Cave No. 1, monks from all sides gathered together, creating a calm moment before the storm.

Apart from the differences in their sects, the main reason why everyone came here is that the Qingshen clan came as a whole.

Although the realms of these Qingshen people are all at the Dao foundation, and a large part of them have not even condensed their Dao seeds, they cannot resist the strong foundation of the human family and possess a combination of spiritual treasures.

When individual cultivators are mobilized in an organized manner, the burst of power will undergo a qualitative change. Even if the cultivators present have not tried it personally, they have heard of the Qingshen Clan's methods.

At this moment, the Haotian Realm and the Qingshen Clan were in a standoff across Cave No. 1.

There are some differences between the two groups of cultivators. The cultivators of the Qingshen clan gathered together, and although the cultivators of the Haotian realm gathered together, there was also a distance between them.

At this moment, Xuan Ming's triangular eyes were fixed on the Qingshen clan opposite. His brother Xuan An had died at the hands of the Qingshen clan opposite.

Damn you, country bumpkin! With the Black Water Immortal Clan's strength, the death of a 12th Floor Realm cultivator is a serious injury. If you are unlucky, it may take 100,000 years to make up for it.

…

"Everyone listen up, if there is a chance, take down the reptiles of the Black Water Mystic Snake Clan first."

The snake was coiled on a dead tree, surrounded by suspended star chain cones. Its eyes swept across the cultivators opposite and finally fell on the Black Water Mystic Snake.

The first target is naturally the descendants of Xianluo, and the second target is naturally the black snake.

There is no other reason, the master needs the flesh and blood of the Black Snake Clan.

It's not that other cultivators' methods are inappropriate, but the Black Snake Clan's method is more in line with the Taoist master's practice method.

"It's too late. It's too late."

When the monks from the two worlds of Qing and Zhuo were on the verge of a fight, an enchanting voice was heard, and between the flickering aurora in the void, a shuttle quickly pierced through.

The shuttle first rushed towards the direction of the Qingshen clan, but halfway through it suddenly reacted and then headed towards the direction of the Haotian realm cultivators.

"Spiritual Wood Palace!"

After seeing the person coming, all the monks present recognized him.

The shuttle broke through a piece of space and stopped near the Haotian Realm cultivator.

Then, a faint light flickered on it, and plum blossoms fell from the void. The shadow of a fox with plum blossom-shaped patterns all over its fur appeared.

"ha..."

As soon as the fox appeared, he yawned on the spot and muttered, "Fortunately, I reacted in time, otherwise I would have almost fallen into the Qingshen Clan's nest."

He looked around with sleepy eyes, as if hoping for the best, "Fortunately, I didn't oversleep."

Then, without paying any attention to the looks of the other cultivators present, the fox took a strange step with its furry little feet in the space above the shuttle.

"Old beast... come quickly, this is a tough one, I'm afraid."

Streams of light splashed up, and an extremely luxuriant spiritual tree grew out in the blink of an eye. In the blink of an eye, it became a towering tree with drooping leaves and intricate patterns on its branches.

The branches of the spiritual tree drilled into the surrounding space, penetrated the broken space barriers, and instantly stabilized the surrounding turbulent space.

For a moment when the trunk swayed, a ball of silver light shot up into the sky and turned into a hexagonal silver passage, penetrating deep into the space.

After the teleportation array was opened, the fox looked around with its eyes, and magic power surged throughout its body. As long as any cultivator came up to interrupt the teleportation, it would just run away.

"Buzz!"

As the buzzing sound grew louder, a colorful shadow fell from the sky-high silver light and stepped on the top of the giant tree. The figure was like a stream of light falling from the sky, becoming more and more solid.

"You are finally here. See you later."

Seeing the figure in the teleportation array falling, the fox muttered something and turned away.

But after taking two steps, he found his four little hooves sliding in the air.

He took a step forward, but did not move.

"Old beast, let go of my tail!"

The fox turned and roared.

Its big furry tail was pinched by two fingers and was pulled up in the air.

"My mother told me to go home and sleep!"

But the spiritual cultivator who came down from the teleportation array ignored the fox's words. After freezing it in place, he looked at the cultivators from other sects present.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, my fellow Taoists. I have turned into ashes."

"Chenghui Daozun!"

After a while, among the Haotian Realm cultivators who gathered together, a Hedao cultivator reacted and seemed to have heard of this name.

"Now that fellow Taoists from the Immortal Palace have arrived, we have a backbone."

"Yeah yeah."

…

"Flatterer, when this old beast turns into ashes, don't forget to take your flattery with you."

The trapped fox was very dissatisfied. Although he knew he couldn't break free from the seal, he still struggled to escape.

"Daoyou, my mother really wants me to go home for dinner, let me go."

After struggling unable to free itself, the fox turned into a pitiful look, with tears rolling down its eyes.

"Your mother doesn't even have a grave now."

Cheng Hui didn't even look at the fox.

"Godmother, I mean godmother. What a coincidence that I recognized a godmother before coming to this world. If I die, there will be no one to see her off to the grave."

"Don't even mention your godmother. Even if your biological mother is here, it won't work. If you continue to be so lazy, when will your ancestral blood be activated? You don't really want to sit and die at the foundation level, do you?"

Cheng Hui transmitted the message in a cold voice, with an idea in his mind. As long as the fight breaks out later, he will throw this fox into the fierce battle and let the Qingshen Clan deal with this lazy little fox.

In fact, it didn't want to be the bad guy, but there was no other way. Before coming, it was reminded by a big shot in the palace to take good care of this little fox.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mean that kind of care, I really mean to take good care of you.

The little fox has the blood of a nine-tailed fox, but now there are only three branches on its big furry tail, and all the good blood is accumulated in the body.

Originally, there was a probability that the Fairy Palace would add a giant, but now, look at these big watery eyes, they seem to be sleepy all day long.

The probability drops from 50% to zero.

…

"I remember now, this is Dao Zun Qianqiu, and it seems to have been demoted to Juntian Realm."

"That's right. After all, the turbid world belongs to Juntian."

"Fellow Daoist Chenghui, you'd better be careful. This is a ruthless person who likes to turn people into ash."

…

Daoist Master Cheng Hui naturally got together with several cultivators at the twelfth floor level. They were actually not familiar with each other, but they quickly became familiar with each other.

"My fellow Taoists, rest assured. Our Lingmu Immortal Palace has its own rules. Since we are competing for opportunities, it is up to fate to decide who gets the opportunity. Besides, this is a world of turbidity. We are all the same here. There is no need to be bound by the forces behind us."

When Cheng Hui spoke, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the Lingmu Immortal Palace does not use its power to bully others, they will not be afraid.

"He is indeed a descendant of Xianluo. There is a Xianluo aura in his magic power."

"This cultivator is quite clever. He knew to run to the world of turbid air. If he was in the Haotian Realm, he might have been captured long ago."

"I think this cultivator has no good intentions. You should be careful to avoid getting into trouble."

Several cultivators gathered together, communicating in low voices, and occasionally looking in the direction of the Qingshen Clan from a distance.

He also glanced at the Black Water Snake Clan intentionally or unintentionally.

During this period of time, many Hedao monks from various sects have died. It can be said that this is the highest number of deaths in tens of thousands of years.

But all the dead in other families were Taoist priests, only the Black Water Mystic Snake seemed to have lost twelve of its members.

Hehe, that's quite interesting.

Some cultivators whose fellow disciples had died didn't seem to feel so sad after seeing the Black Water Snake.

…

In the cunning rabbit's hole.

Feng Mi sat cross-legged in a place with flickering spiritual light. There were innate spiritual restrictions everywhere around him. At this moment, he held a spiritual restriction in each of his left and right hands.

It feels like I have fire on both sides and thunder god helping me.

At the moment, he had no room to make any more efforts. There were simply too many and too strong cultivators outside, and he couldn't make any more efforts.

Cave No. 1 has the largest area, the most remaining spiritual restrictions, and a seventh-level formation. Once it explodes, he will be at the core of the explosion.

As for running away, it still depends on whether the cultivators from the two worlds of clarity and turbidity outside will fight. If the two fight, he still has a chance to fish in troubled waters.

Since you are in a desperate situation, naturally you won't have so many concerns.

Killing one more person is a profit, and it also reduces a threat to the next Hedao.

"We still have to circle them in and kill them."

The energy at the center of the spiritual forbidden area is the strongest, so when it explodes it will naturally be the most powerful, and may be able to injure a cultivator at the twelfth floor.

"No, we should injure one party severely, so that the other party will not be able to resist and attack, and both sides will enter a melee."

For him, the more monks outside who are besieging him, the more they die or are seriously injured, the more effective it will be for the upcoming heavenly tribulation of Hedao.

"They are all smart people. It's hard to make them fight. I'm afraid they won't move unless I die."

"Fuck him, I'm already in this state, can't I just be a bit more relaxed?"

After thinking it over, Feng Mi stood up and put the spiritual restrictions in his left and right hands into the preset state. He separated a divine thought from them, and then stepped out step by step.

Even though you have the flesh of Tang Monk, can't you sell it to yourself for a good price?

Fighting and killing is so boring, just go out and sell yourself out.

…

"Buzz!"

Silver light flickered, and space ripples emerged from the magnetic light. An extremely large phantom floated in the overlapping space, like an image born from the sky.

As soon as the figure appeared, it attracted the attention of many monks surrounding outside.

"Descendants of Xianluo!"

The eyes of all the monks lit up, as if they had seen a rare treasure, and they couldn't wait to grab a piece of it.

Feng Mi's figure reflected in the overlapping space seemed a little distorted, and he was looking in all directions in the air.

"It's just a small breakthrough for me, but I didn't expect to attract so much attention from seniors. I'm really flattered."

The sound of the twisted figure rumbled.

"Little thief, return my brother's life to me."

A Taoist monk roared.

"Your senior brother is such a loser that he can't even beat a mere Lianxu. I helped him regain his life, and you should thank me."

"What are you looking at? I'm not just talking about him, I'm talking about all of you here, you're all trash!"

"Asshole!"

"court death!"

As soon as these words were spoken, fierce magical powers surged up, and some directly rushed towards the phantom, shattering the overlapping space into nothingness.

But even if these spaces are broken into countless small pieces, each small piece still contains a part of Feng Mi.

"Look, the waste is still anxious."

"What a sharp-tongued youngster." At this time, Taoist Master Chenghui spoke and suppressed the furious Zhuhedao monks from all directions.

"No way, I'm telling the truth."

As he said this, he pointed at Chenghui.

"Yeah, you too."

"If I wasn't still at the level of Refining Void, and if you guys hadn't had the chance to bully me, I would have scattered my ashes and dug up my ancestors' graves."

"Come on, if you dare to take a step forward, I will die in front of you, and show you what true Xianluo character is."

"You are indeed a waste. No wonder you can only hold the mark, afraid that others will snatch it away. You are a bunch of rotten insects lying on the bones. If you don't kill me today, I will be your ancestor."

Feng Mi cursed more and more vigorously, with spit flying everywhere, transforming into a phantom thousands of feet in size that revealed his spiritual thoughts vividly.

"good!"

Suddenly, cheers came from the Haotian Realm side.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a fox with plum blossom patterns retracting its head and hiding behind Taoist Chenghui.

Daoist Cheng Hui was speechless. How could a traitor suddenly appear?

"Little beast, I am here to test your skills and avenge you fellows."

Finally, the leader of the Jinyang Sect was filled with murderous intent and summoned a golden sword to attack.

However, as soon as the sword energy emerged, it was blocked outside by a faint cold light.

"Master Jinyang, do you want to vent everyone's anger, or do you want to take advantage of the opportunity to take Xianluo into your pocket?"

Xuan Ming spoke in a gloomy tone.

"You useless guy holding the sword, aren't all of you sword cultivators upright? Is the sword in your hand also useless? Use your sword to stab this reptile to death, what are you afraid of!"

"A reptile died not long ago. It's a good thing they die in pairs. Stab it to death. What are you afraid of?"

My goodness, at this moment all the cultivators from the clear and turbid worlds present were staring at Feng Mi. This was too despicable.

Is it because he knows he can't escape that he lets himself go like this?

"The one holding the sword is you. I will spare the life of your young Taoist.

Otherwise, I would have died along with the firefly. Not only do you not know how to repay your kindness, but you also repay kindness with hatred. You are a beast, a real beast!"

Feng Mi pointed at the Taoist Master Jinhuan who he had failed to kill before, and said angrily, "Disloyal, unjust, unkind, and untrustworthy, how could there be such a shameless sect like you in the Immortal Spirit World!"

"What are you looking at, you reptile? You with the sword, stab this reptile. Go ahead and stab it."

"You're useless. I gave you a chance at such a close distance, but you can't make it work. From now on, don't call yourself the Jinyang Sword Sect. Just call yourself the Wasteful Shameless Sword Sect."

"You're looking for death, you little bastard!"

The face of the Jinyang Sect Master turned red, as if a volcano was about to burst out of his forehead.

The useless and shameless sword sect, if this name were to spread back to Haotian Realm, his Jinyang Sword Sect would become famous.

"Golden Phoenix Sword!"

With a roar, the sword in the hands of the Jinyang Sect Leader transformed into a golden phoenix and rushed towards Feng Mi.

At the same time, Xuan Ming of the Black Water Mystic Snake Clan also opened his mouth and spit out a breath of icy air.

"Fellow Daoist from the Immortal Palace, I am willing to join the Immortal Palace. I am willing to use the spoils I have won as a token of my loyalty!"

The power of the two cultivators, whose combat power had reached the twelfth floor, was unimaginable. They directly turned the space where Feng Mi's phantom was derived into nothingness, causing magnetic light to surge all over the sky.

Before the attack was broken, Feng Mi's screams rang out, causing the faces of the cultivators present to change.

Why the hell are you joining Asgard? We've been busy for so long, why are you here?

And the words about the spoils of war made the eyes of the monks present filled with murderous intent.

God, those are all their loved ones and relatives.

At this moment, the broken space reopened the periphery of the Cunning Rabbit Cave area, and a colorful formation with billions of runes flashing appeared in the depths.

"Formation!"

The spiritual thoughts of the monks present swept over, and some monks who wanted to rush in stopped immediately.

Although they don't know much about the formation, their minds are not blind.

Then I saw that this formation and billions of innate spiritual bans were integrated into one, intertwined and entangled like vines. The flashing light of the spiritual bans was as bright as a dragon, giving off a terrifying aura of destruction.

The Hedao cultivators are powerful, but they are not invincible. There are too many spiritual bans between heaven and earth that can destroy the Hedao.

"Come on, let's die together. Although I haven't reached the state of Hedao, I have killed more than ten Hedao in a row, so my life is not in vain. But you have lived for hundreds of thousands of years in vain, it is better to die."

At this moment, Feng Mi, whose phantom had just been blown up, reappeared above the formation.

The body was glowing, with a surging spiritual ban in the left hand and a colorful ripple in the right hand.

"Since the Immortal Palace doesn't want me, I can only choose another tribe."

"My fellow Daoist from the Qingshen Clan, I am willing to give you my flesh and blood, plus the spoils from the previous battles, in exchange for a few heads of the other side, okay?"

After stimulating the cultivators in the Haotian Realm, Feng Mi's eyes fell on the Qingshen Clan.

Since there were too many twelfth-floor realm cultivators coming from the Haotian realm, the Qingshen clan formed a formation to defend themselves and maintain a strong vigilance.

"Young man, you come here first and die. I promise you."

The snake opened its mouth softly. It was in the center surrounded by the other members of the Qingshen clan. It did not move at all from beginning to end.

"Fuck, another shameless and untrustworthy guy."

Feng Mi cursed inwardly, if he died, he would really die.

What to do next? The monks present surrounded him, and after realizing that the formation was connected to the spiritual restriction here, they had no intention of coming up.

"You are a turtle trapped in a jar. How long can you keep jumping around?"

Xuan Ming spoke in a gloomy tone.

"You are the turtle, your whole family is turtles."

Feng Mi immediately cursed back.

"Don't worry, you also have a name, from now on you will be called the Cold-blooded Black Turtle Clan.

A cultivator of the twelfth level in your clan died at the hands of the Qingshen clan. Now the Qingshen clan is right across the way, but you don't even avenge your clan members. You are so cold-blooded.

You are not secretly happy in your heart, wanting to go back and inherit your tribe's Taoist partner, right? Tsk tsk, I didn't expect your reptile tribe to be so chaotic."

"Asshole, my Xuan'an clan is devoted to Taoism and we don't have any Taoist companions at all."

"The clan that killed your brother is right in front of you, why don't you avenge it?"

Although it felt satisfying to scold the high and mighty Hedao cultivator, Feng Mi was very anxious in his heart. The forces from all sides coming together instead led to a conflict, so that he was stuck here, neither getting up nor down.

The Hedao monks are shameless but not fools. They have surrounded him here anyway and all they need to do is wait for an opportunity.

His eyes wandered around, and after a moment Feng Mi's attention fell on a plum blossom fox.

I didn't expect to get a little fox.

At this moment, Daoist Qianqiu's two ears were shaking constantly. If you look closely, you can see that there are sparkling things inside his two ears, with several photo-taking stones embedded in each.

"Who will wake up first from this big dream? This is a play for thousands of years. It's so fun. I'll write it down."

His head kept turning and his ears moved with it, quietly taking in the scene in front of him.

At the same time, there was another person who did the same thing, and that was Yan Yan.

Such a scene may not be encountered once in tens of thousands of years, so we naturally cannot miss it. When this scene is edited and copied in the future, and then released to Haotian and Juntian, just imagine how many hot events it will provide to all living beings.

Hedao, you are so high and mighty, but you are bullshit. Sooner or later, I will pull you down from the altar.

…

"My fellow Taoists, no matter who gets the opportunity here, Xian Luo must die!"

On the Haotian Realm side, the thoughts of many cultivators were intertwined, and Xuanming's mind revealed murderous intent without any concealment.

"Yes, Xianluo must die."

The Jinyang Sect Master echoed, but then explained: "This cultivator is only at the Refining Void Stage, but he can kill Dao Foundation cultivators in a row. If he advances to the Dao Foundation stage, I'm afraid none of the Daoists present will be his opponent. If he advances to the twelfth floor..."

"Let's join in the encirclement and suppression of this cultivator. If this cultivator advances to the He Dao stage, it will be like transforming into a dragon and soaring into the sky. At that time, not only will the rule mark held by the sect be in danger, but even the sect's inheritance will be in danger of being destroyed."

"Yes, Xianluo must die!"

The sects present that did not have cultivators at the Twelfth Floor Realm all expressed their agreement.

Not to mention advancing to the Dao level in the future, even if he doesn't advance to the Dao level now, he has the ability to destroy their sect's inheritance.

Damn Xian Luo.

…

"It's over. They are plotting against me."

As the room became quiet, Feng Mi realized something was wrong. These guys must be whispering to each other, and he didn't know what conspiracy they were up to.

It would actually be disadvantageous for him to continue to fight like this. Concentrating all his attention on controlling the spiritual restrictions of the formation would also consume his energy. The longer the time was, the worse his energy would become.

I still have about thirty seventh-grade qi-replenishing elixirs that I refined, but if the situation continues like this, sooner or later the elixirs will all be used up.

It is better to take this opportunity to fight out and fight for survival.

His eyes swept over the cultivators present, reflecting each one of them. Even though a few of them were shrouded in robes, Feng Mi could still see them clearly.

It doesn’t matter if you can’t tell who it is, he has already recorded the appearance of the person.

You won't come out, right? It doesn't matter. You can use this appearance to do evil things in the future.

It doesn’t matter if others don’t know who you are. When the relevant images are spread everywhere, everyone will know that you participated in the encirclement and suppression of Xianluo.

Sooner or later I'll dig it out for you.

"Hey, stop pretending to be so serious. Come and say goodbye to grandpa. Grandpa is tired and doesn't want to play with you unworthy descendants anymore."

"Asshole, you little bastard are looking for death!"

The anger that the monks had already suppressed was once again stimulated by Feng Mi's words.

It looks like this thief Xian Luo has really let himself go.

"Watch out, he's trying to run!"

"Why should I run away? I am a great Xian Luo, standing tall and proud. I am not like a bunch of trash like you. There is no difference between being alive and dead."

Looking coldly at the many cultivators he had mobilized, Feng Mi laughed.

"Grandchildren, grandpa is gone."

After he finished speaking, Feng Mi's figure suddenly grew rapidly with laughter. The fragments of space were also stirred up by the energy. A series of spiritual bans rose into the sky like a giant dragon along with his growing body.

At this moment, countless innate spiritual restrictions were activated, forming circles of violent and turbulent whirlpools.

At the center of the vortex is a colorful formation. The thirty-six formation bases are like pillars in the sky, supporting the operation of the formation and connecting with the spiritual restrictions on the surrounding areas.

At this moment, the spiritual bans from all directions approached the center of the formation, and Feng Mi stood on top of the formation.

His original intention was to lure in a few twelfth-floor cultivators by talking nonsense, kill so many Taoist monks, and finally kill a twelfth-floor cultivator. That would be a real profit.

But I didn't expect that these bird Taoist friends were more shrewd than each other, and they all wanted others to be the vanguard, which eventually led to a stalemate with no one taking action.

“Crack!”

In an instant, a crack appeared in the space diagonally above Xuan Ming's head, and a puppet covered in a strong smell of blood fell down.

"You didn't even take action when your enemy was right in front of you. What I despise most in my life is disloyal people. For the sake of justice, I will kill you first!"

Everyone's attention was on Feng Mi. They were startled when the Hedao puppet fell down, but they were relieved when they saw it land on the Black Water Snake.

There are several cultivators at the twelfth floor level outside. Why did they choose the Black Water Mystic Snake Clan to attack? Of course it’s not because this clan is ugly.

No matter how ugly you are, can you be better than the Qingshen Clan?

According to the confirmation of Yan Yan, after the Qingshen Clan hunted the Black Water Mystic Snake, the Taoist Master Dong Xuan of the twelfth floor realm never came out again. Until now, facing so many cultivators of the twelfth floor of the Haotian Realm, he just let his spirit beast come out.

More importantly, just before that, Taoist Master Dong Xuan's spirit beast snake had said that he still wanted to capture the Black Water Mystic Snake.

In that case, let’s give the Qingshen clan a hand.

“Boom!”

The Taoist monk exploded with a loud bang, blasting the void into pieces, and the vast land of destruction flooded all directions.

Xuan Ming, who was under attack, was shocked and angry.

With so many monks, why would they deal with it? "You little beast, you are courting death!"

In shock and anger, dark-colored ice flowers were released from Xuan Ming's body, sweeping over an area of a thousand miles and colliding with the aura of destruction.

The self-destruction of a Taoist puppet still depends on luck.

However, Feng Mi had already taken the second step. His whole body was shining with silver light, and a Kunpeng Dharma body had already drilled into the space.

"Explode for me!"

After his figure left the core position of the formation, he activated all the spiritual restrictions in the area without hesitation.

A terrifying aura, like a flaming mountain rising into the sky, rose from the middle of the area. The spiritual bans in all directions were rolled up high by the energy, and suddenly penetrated tens of thousands of miles up and down.

Then, at a moment of stagnation in the air, billions of spiritual bans collapsed like dragons, forming a boundless aura of destruction that swept in all directions.

Terrifying energy ripples, like sharp arrows and swords, rushed in all directions equally.

Each rolled-up shattered energy is comparable to the attack of a Taoist monk. The key is that such attacks are densely packed, one wave after another.

“Puff, puff, puff!”

“Puff!”

Terrifying energy exploded from the land of foul light, stretching for millions of miles, shattering more magnetic light and weak space, forming a huge space wave.

All the monks were like a small boat in the huge waves. They all used their own unique skills to defend themselves on both sides.

The cultivators of the Qingshen clan formed a formation on the spot and resisted the huge wave of energy.

The cultivators on the Haotian Realm side had been wary of each other at the beginning and had left some space between them when they stood. Now they were unable to take care of themselves and were directly dispersed by the energy.

Even though Feng Mi used the Bei Ming Dharma Body to escape at the last moment, he was still washed away by the energy, and his blood rushed backwards, causing him to be severely injured.

"Xianluo, little thief, where are you going!"

A sword light descended from the sky, cutting through the chaotic energy. The sword swept across the four directions like a swimming dragon, and instantly locked onto Feng Mi. Feng Mi looked back at the Jinyang Sect Master and grinned, "Grandpa won't leave."

After he finished speaking, his whole body's aura suddenly swelled up. When he triggered the formation to self-destruct, he had transformed the remaining thirty or so elixirs into medicinal power. At this moment, most of them were in his meridians and dantian.

"You guys want to inherit my legacy? Dream on."

"Grandpa is dead, and his inheritance will not be left to you unworthy descendants."

"Hahaha!"

…

"Little beast!"

"Ah dare!"

The Taoist monks were washed away by the turbulent energy, but the monks on the twelfth floor who were present went against the flow.

Especially the guy who had covered his body before, the aura he exudes at this moment is even stronger than that of Xuanming and the Master of the Golden Sword Sect.

A large dark hand froze the shattered void.

A long winding river runs through the storms on all sides.

“Boom!”

Feng Mi's swollen body exploded into a cloud of blood mist, through which one could see faint and mysterious runes.

As soon as these runes appeared, they produced an affinity reaction with the remaining rules and rhymes of the Tao in the surroundings.

“Swoosh!”

“Boom!”

In an instant, huge hands dropped from the sky and began to quickly capture the blood mist and bring it close.

"Xianluo's secret technique is unrivaled in the universe, be careful of deception!"

"This cultivator has also comprehended the third level of the Blood Path."

All of a sudden, five cultivators at the twelfth floor level stood in the air, their eyes emitting long streams of light that swept in all directions.

At this time, a wisp of colorful soul smoke rose from the area where Feng Mi had just self-destructed.

"Hunyan is really dead!"

Some monks were surprised and suspicious, but more of them did not believe it.

This little trick may be useful for fooling the younger generation. Every cultivator present has two or three methods to derive soul smoke.

As a descendant of Xianluo, he is proficient in the way of blood. As long as a trace of blood soul escapes, he can come back in the future.

"Seal the sky and lock the earth, this cultivator can't run far!"

Several monks took action one after another and began to grab all the space fragments floating in all directions.

At this moment, Daoist Master Qianqiu, who was following Daoist Master Chenghui, rolled his two big eyes slightly and then recovered.

"ah……"

At this moment, a scream sounded from afar, and a thick blood mist burst out from the dark-bodied Xuanming, and he was surrounded by star chain cones shrouded in green light.

"Fellow Taoists, help me!"

Xuan Ming screamed miserably, his whole body burning with rage. The damn thief Xian Luo dug a hole for him before he died.

A Taoist monk exploded right in front of it, and even though it reacted in time, it still suffered the impact.

Finally, the spiritual ban in the sky exploded and detonated. Before it could react, it was hit by cones that pierced through from all directions.

These cultivators from the Green Body Clan had no moral integrity and just came up and beat it up in a group.

“Boom!”

At the moment Xuan Ming asked for help, a torrent of terrifying foul air suddenly gushed out from the dead trees that had been floating in the Star Chain Cone Array.

A black dragon, ten thousand feet in size, emerged from the dead tree.

"You, so many twelfth-floor cultivators, have come down to the lower world. Do you want to break the default rules?"

Taoist Master Dong Xuan, who has advanced to the fourth level of the Chonglou realm, has a vast aura that is stirring in all directions. It is at least two or three times stronger than his previous aura.

A pair of eyes that spewed out thunder and fire released thunder and fire all over the sky and began to burn the surroundings.

Although he scolded, Taoist Master Dongxuan opened his mouth and once again bit the Black Water Snake trapped in the Star Chain Cone.

This luck is really good. I just refined one and right after that I refined another one.

Being a descendant of Xianluo is pretty good.

"Fellow Taoists!"

Xuan Ming screamed in pain. His body was imprisoned by twenty-seven star chain cones. He struggled, but all his magic power was nailed to death.

There were five twelfth-floor realm cultivators who were trying to capture the blood mist created by Feng Mi's self-explosion. Two of them, whose identities were hidden, did not even raise their heads and continued to grab the scattered blood mist with their big hands.

The Black Water Serpent, it's none of their business.

Master of the Jinyang Sect: I can't control it.

Lord Zunhuo: Not familiar.

Daozun Chenghui: I only represent myself.

Soon, all the blood in the area of Feng Mi's self-destruction was captured, but the monks present were not happy.

Although there was an aura of affinity rules in the blood mist they captured, there was no soul and consciousness of the Xianluo monk.

This cultivator was so stubborn, did he really blow himself up and die? "I have something else to do, so I won't delay you any longer. Goodbye everyone!"

Taoist Chenghui grabbed the little fox and quickly fled into the distance.

So many twelfth-floor cultivators suddenly appeared, the Qingshen clan might be about to reach the twelfth floor.

Two monks, who were shrouded in robes and did not want to reveal their identities, also quickly flashed out.

“Come back soon!”

Another scream was heard inside the Star Chain Cone.

Xuan Ming roared angrily, why the hell was this happening.

It was clearly an activity to catch Xianluo, but how did it become a disaster for the Black Water Snake Clan?

Why!

…

"What are you doing? My godmother said that I can't let others touch my body."

After escaping from the land of filthy light, Daoist Qianqiu was inside the shuttle, his hair stood on end, and he looked angry.

"Are you going to use force? I am still a little yellow fox. If you do this, I will resist."

Taoist Cheng Hui said nothing. He simply raised his hand and slapped the little fox into a fox pancake with its four legs touching the ground.

The divine consciousness then enveloped Daoist Master Qianqiu.

"Come out on your own, or I'll catch you!"

Daoist Qianqiu rolled his eyes and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

Daoist Fellow Cheng Hui didn't care about Daoist Master Qianqiu's words and released a cold aura from his body.

"It seems that you are not willing to accept my offer, so I will catch you."

"You old beast, a gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. I will fight you to the death!"

Feeling a fierce pressure coming down upon him, Daoist Qianqiu struggled, but it was of no use.

After searching for a while, Cheng Hui did not detect any fluctuations in qi and blood.

"Hehe, have you finished searching? You actually suspected your fellow disciples. You really deserve to die. I'm going to go to the ancestors to make things difficult for you."

Daoist Qianqiu got up from the ground and said angrily, "I think you are crazy looking for Xianluo, and you actually found me."

"Where did you hide him?"

Taoist Cheng Hui spoke in a cold voice. He would not be wrong. At the moment when the Xianluo monk self-destructed, a weak blood soul fluctuation fell on Qianqiu.

This little fox is not good at anything else, but he is an expert at pretending to be stupid.

"What are you hiding? What am I hiding? I don't know what you are talking about."

Taoist Qianqiu blinked his big eyes, looking extremely angry.

"In the Dantian, or deep in the flesh and blood?"

Cheng Hui said, "Qianqiu, do you really want to make trouble with me just because of Xianluo?"

"cut."

Qianqiu uttered coldly, then tilted his head and looked up at the sky.

"I don't know what you are talking about. I am sleepy and want to sleep."

"I'm sorry."

Cheng Hui thought for a moment, and a powerful magic power suppressed Qianqiu Daozun again.

"Old beast, you..."

Qianqiu was imprisoned again, and only his two eyeballs could move, revealing an extremely angry expression.

It did hide the blood soul of Monk Xianluo.

Damn old beast, how come his perception is so sharp.

It thought it had not been discovered. After all, Cheng Hui and several other twelfth-floor cultivators had pretended to capture large amounts of blood energy.

"Buzz!"

Not long after, a group of nine-colored blood-red threads floated out of Daoist Qianqiu's body and were quickly sucked close by Chenghui.

"Young man, you are really good at hiding. I almost let you run away!"

"Give it back to me!"

Seeing the Blood Soul being pulled out, Taoist Qianqiu bared his teeth and pounced on Taoist Chenghui with his claws and fangs.

However, he was frozen in mid-air by Chenghui's hand, and his four hooves kept tumbling up and down. He could only glare, and his upper and lower jaws collided with each other, making a crackling sound.

"Give it back to me, this is my new friend!"

Cheng Hui didn't even look at Qian Qiu, but instead looked at Xue Hun eagerly.

Amidst the flash of blood, Feng Mi's appearance emerged.

"Oh, it's impossible to guard against him. He is indeed a cultivator of the twelfth floor realm who walked out of the Immortal Palace. He is really powerful."

Cheng Hui laughed. Although it was just a blood soul, it could be recovered by investing some resources.

This is a descendant of Xianluo, so investing some resources is nothing.

Moreover, it is easier to control once it becomes a remnant soul.

"Young man, follow me and maybe I will give you a chance to survive."

As if he was afraid that Feng Mi would attack him again, Cheng Hui's tone became gentle, but his hands made a complicated hand gesture and pressed it towards Feng Mi.

"Buzz!"

However, the moment the spell was imprinted on the blood soul, the nine-colored light on the blood soul quickly dimmed, and a grayish-white stream of withered air flowed out.

"You are not worthy enough to arrest me!"

The faint sound dissipated along with the gray air flow.

Cheng Hui, who had just looked good, turned pale again.

The imprisoned Qianqiu Daozun blinked his eyes and then burst into laughter.

“Hahaha…you are worthy…hahaha…”

"Plop!"

Then, it fell to the ground, imprisoned, and without getting up, it lay with its four hooves in the air, laughing with its arms and legs spread out.

"Hahaha..."

"You old beast, you have come to this day!"

(End of this chapter)