Chapter 550 The Taoist priests share the spoils, suppress the will of heaven, and those who recite my real name in the human realm can get rid of disasters and pray for blessings!

"What on earth is the mark of the underworld?" Yi Chen couldn't help but frowned for a moment.

According to the Lord of Arms, as time goes by, the ability of the Underworld Mark to corrode the host will gradually increase, until finally, it can no longer be rid of, and becomes a symbiotic existence with it.

The mark trembled, and a strange binding force suddenly emerged. When his holy power reached the highest level, Yi Chen actually saw transparent strange crystal lines like spider silk hanging down from the sky above the Netherworld Spirit Hall, entangled in his body, as if trying to prevent him from escaping.

According to the information provided by the Lord of Arms, such changes only exist among the Sons of the Underworld whose marks have mutated, and such people are, without exception, the best among the cultivators. In the evaluation system of the Underworld, the higher your cultivation level is not the case, the higher your evaluation will be. Instead, it depends on your potential and your speed of improvement, and a multi-dimensional systematic evaluation will be conducted.

Therefore, the cultivator who had grown to the realm of True Lord in the underworld before was still an ordinary son of the underworld. However, after Yi Chen entered the underworld for the second time, the underworld mark on his body directly promoted him to become a 'Walking of the Underworld'.

This is both a protection, giving him a trump card to escape the battle and hide in the underworld at the critical moment, and it is also a shackle.

This means that he has truly entered the sight of the underworld.

This feels like a selection, and as for the recruited sons of the underworld, it is more like an audition.

Undoubtedly, it was obvious that Yi Chengzi had already exceeded the ratings of the underworld… "Fuck, after escaping through the Xingjing, can this ghost thing really get rid of the restraints of the underworld mark?"

"Could it be that the strange Star Well is actually a 'departure tax' set by this strange red house for outstanding journalists?"

"You are asked to leave all your strength behind, and your body is turned into dust by the power of the Star Well. When you successfully pass through the Star Well, the mark of your true spirit descends on other worlds, and you work hard to rise again, suddenly one day the mark reappears and pulls you into the underworld again."

"Even when you are playing badly, after a certain period of time, the mark will be activated again, regardless of distance, and you, an incompetent leek, will be directly recycled into the underworld again."

"Hiss, eat it all up, the underworld can't be that bad."

"They are practicing feudal personal dependence and want you to exercise a sense of ownership. The incentive mechanism is to give you a holiday after the harvest, but they will come back next time. The capitalists in the previous life were more conscientious than this."

Yi Chen has always been willing to assume the greatest malice towards others. As he pondered this matter, he couldn't help but become extremely wary of the mark that was transferred to his sea of ​​consciousness.

You know, after the Human Emperor discovered this underworld, this ghost thing was in ruins. It is only after the Human Emperor repaired and pasted it that it is now barely functioning.

Even the weakening of the Mark of the Underworld's control over the Sons of the Underworld today may be nothing more than a spontaneous compromise after the underworld was destroyed.

If it was really as he speculated, then Yi Chen would understand why this damn thing was smashed to pieces.

For example, his fists are a little hard now.

If his strength allowed it, he would even want to redecorate this strange red house in front of him.

"However, if you want to make money from me, then you have found a ghost."

"Now that I can see you, it seems your mark is not impeccable."

“I wonder how you will respond if I reach the 30th level of true cultivation and truly comprehend the essence of the four great worlds, when my great Dao is branded in the heavens and my true name is chanted in all the worlds.”

"You want me, Shishi Chunyang, to work for you? You're dreaming!"

A ferocious look suddenly appeared on Yi Chen's face. He pulled with his big hand, and the extreme energy around his body suddenly surged out, directly crushing all the crystal threads entangled in his body.

He wants Yichengzi to work illegally. Such an awesome thing cannot exist in this world.

However, he, Sheshi Chunyang, has always been magnanimous, and when he is fully grown, his Yichengzi is still willing to leave the renovated underworld to him and let him be the father of the underworld, because he is kind!

This is how Yi Chengzi does things! Boom! This time, without the restraint of the crystal thread, Yi Chen's figure suddenly soared into the sky under the powerful force of space.

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“It’s a wonderful experience.”

The sky was full of stars. After returning to the dense forest where he came from, Yi Chen's mouth stretched into a smile.

In a sense, even if he were to fall out with the Underworld now, he would be reluctant to do so. For example, this time, in just a short period of time, he made a fortune in the Underworld. Not only did his cultivation level break through in one fell swoop, but he was only 6.8 billion deep red points short of breaking through the 28th level of true skill.

The underworld is indeed terrible, but as long as Yichengzi progresses fast enough, the underworld will use him as a slave, and Yichengzi can use the underworld as a distributor.

Development can solve all problems.

"And Asuna."

Yi Chen's eyes darkened, and his mental power immediately escaped into his sea of ​​consciousness. Outside a white spherical light, an illusory silver-white cube mark was floating on the edge of his sea of ​​consciousness.

No matter whether it was the mark of the underworld or the cubic mark cast by As, the place where they were ultimately rooted was still within his spirit. This was also the reason why Yi Chen was unable to do anything about these two marks even after he blew himself up several times and was shattered to pieces.

This square mark was planted on Asuna by his clone before he passed away. It was infinitely miraculous. After his true power broke through and reached the twenty-seventh level, Yi Chen had already felt the existence of this mark.

What is different from the mark of the underworld is that with his current strength, he can already mobilize the magnetic force of heaven and earth to slowly erode and erase this mark.

It's just that this period of time only lasts for tens of thousands of years.

However, he did not intend to take action now, but chose to lie in wait to avoid alerting the enemy.

If Asuna's real body was sensitive to this mark and detected his movements, who knows what kind of expert he would send to encircle and suppress him. Out of this concern, Yi Chen thought it would be safer to keep this square mark than to take action now.

"Crimson Dots, I need more Crimson Dots!"

"As long as I progress fast enough, both Asuna and the underworld will have to crawl at my feet!"

His eyes flashed, and the fierce look in Yi Chen's eyes flashed away, and then he regained his composure. He shook his extreme energy and immediately flew towards the direction of the Falling Dragon Mountain.

The Human Realm is very large, but for a Martial God Realm warrior whose combat power is comparable to that of a Dao Fruit Realm warrior, the distance from the vicinity of the Central Continent capital to the Falling Dragon Mountain is only half an hour's work, and this is when he is not exerting his full strength.

In the deep night, the crescent moon hangs in the sky, like an eyebrow or a hook.

At this moment, in Daqin, a majestic figure suddenly flashed over the sky above Hailong City.

Yi Chen's body was emitting distorted waves, and he did not exert any power. He just stood quietly under the sky. However, the strange thing was that no cultivator could "see" his figure.

Even Ying Si and Yuan Jun are the same.

This was a clear signal, meaning that even in Hailong City, which had the most powerful human power, there was no power left that could discover Yi Chengzi's whereabouts.

Tonight, Hailong City is still bustling with traffic, decorated with lights and crowded with people.

As a household name in Daqin, Yi Chen landed on the long street, feeling the atmosphere of worldly life, and his mentality gradually calmed down.

Compared to the extremely gloomy environment above Yinlu, he still prefers such a peaceful magnetic field.

Stability has a price, but most people treat it as air and only realize its value when they lose it.

“The smell of fireworks in the world is the most soothing to the heart!”

Yi Chen strode forward on the long street, but everyone ignored his figure. Sometimes he would blend into the crowd and watch the street performers performing acrobatics in the brothels and taverns. As the crowd exclaimed, a look of joy could not help but appear on his face.

This was not because of how well the performers performed their acrobatics, but because of the joy and excitement on the faces of the spectators around them.

A little girl riding on her father's shoulders, shooting arrows left and right, happily chewing a candied haws, looked at the fire spewing from the performer's mouth, the iron flower-making, the sword swallowing and other acrobatics, and shouted "wow wow wow" with joy.

At this moment, the little girl was suddenly stunned. She raised her head in surprise and looked above her head, but found nothing. She couldn't help but stop cheering.

The young father looked at the crowd, his eyes showing a kind of alertness that was different from the scene. He immediately noticed the change in his daughter and asked softly, "Nannan, what's wrong?"

"Dad, I seemed to feel a big hand touching Nannan's head just now. It felt so comfortable. Nannan felt her feet were full of energy."

The young father looked around and saw that everyone was half a head shorter than him. He was relieved and blamed himself, "Silly girl, there was no big hand touching your head. You must have felt it wrong. It was the wind!"

"This is Hailong City. With the Imperial Master Yi Daochang and His Majesty here, how could any demons or ghosts dare to cause trouble here?"

"It's all my fault that Dad didn't take good care of you. That's why your leg was broken by the carriage and you are now disabled."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"Is it the wind? Okay!" The little girl put her finger in her mouth, tilted her head and touched her father's head. With a pair of crescent-shaped eyes, she smiled and handed the last candied haws in her hand to her father's mouth. "That's my mistake, but the wind was warm and comfortable."

"Dad, it's okay. It's all my daughter's fault. She ran away to play and got hit by a carriage and broke her leg."

"But it's good enough to have Daddy and Mommy by my side! Daddy, you can give me a horse to ride!"

"This candied haws is super sweet, I'll give the last one to you, Daddy!"

The little girl reluctantly forced herself to move her eyes away from the candied haws. Her gaze began to wander left and right, and her little feet began to kick restlessly on her father's neck.

However, her action did not matter, but it shocked the young father so much that he could not close his mouth. A look of surprise suddenly appeared on his face!

"Nannan, is your foot okay?"

"Oh, yes, yes, yes! Nannan's feet are fine now, I can play with my friends again! That's great! Go! Go! Daddy, let's go, there are more fun things ahead!"

“That’s great! That’s great!”

Men don't shed tears easily. That night, tears of excitement welled up on the young father's face.

He looked around, trying to find any trace of his benefactor, but found nothing.

Because at this moment, the instigator had already hidden his merit and fame and left this place.

"Knowing madness and suppressing it, pushing up power and controlling it, using the power that can destroy everything to create everything, transforming from a human into a 'god', this is the true meaning of 'God of War'."

Yi Chen said this to his cheap disciple Jiang Ming in Yinlu, but in fact he was saying it to himself.

Since his breakthrough, he has actually thought a lot in these short three days in Yinlu.

He thought of Asuna and his own crazy behavior after pushing his strength to the limit, which made him feel the terrible risks of practicing in the Dao Fruit realm.

In his opinion, whether it is Asuna or Poxun, the final outcome of some paths can only be self-destruction, not nirvana.

The obstruction of knowledge and views is a blind spot that all sentient beings cannot get rid of, especially the monks who have reached the realm of Dao Fruit. They have seen success and experienced countless successes along the way, so they will only be more sincere in their path.

If they hit a wall one day, it means they haven't gone deep enough!

Any strong person will only be sincere about his own way and will be difficult to persuade.

However, Yi Chen believed that all things carry Yin and embrace Yang. Only by understanding the principles of Yin and Yang, and truly feeling the beautiful "magnetic field emotions" of the world, and immersing this beauty deep in his soul, can he make better use of the magnetic field to fight against the chaos and madness brought about by the desires of countless living beings.

That ray of light in the darkness is the great order after the great destruction!

If he could have done this at the beginning, he would not have been so easily devoured of his sanity by the negative magnetic field force at that time.

Fortunately, he was lucky enough to break the five evil realm warriors with one blow, and they fled in all directions. Otherwise, if he had stayed in that state for too long, he might have been countered by the magnetic field and twisted into someone else's appearance.

At that time, he was no longer his adopted son.

At that time, was it the magnetic field that controlled him, or was it Yi Chengzi who controlled the magnetic field? Who was the father of whom?

"So, I haven't reached the end of the road of magnetic field!"

"Know the dark and keep the white, just do good things, don't worry about the future, Master, I actually miss you a little bit again. Along the way, I have experienced a lot and changed a lot."

"Power can reach its limit, just like the pure Yang Holy Fire in my body, which can be pure and pure, but doing things cannot be like that."

"If you do things too hard, they will inevitably end early. Even if you think about yourself 70%, you should also think about others 30%, otherwise you will definitely encounter unexpected disasters."

"So, I will do something good for the people of the world!"

Under the sky, the Taoist suddenly rose into the air. He opened his arms and terrifying spiritual power swept out.

In an instant, the magnetic field of Hailong City was under his control, and it spread out in all directions with Hailong City as the center.

"If I want it, heaven cannot do without it!"

"Those who recite my Pure Yang True Name in the human realm will be freed from disasters and have more blessings!"

At this moment, Yi Chen's will began to take control of the heaven and earth. For all sentient beings in the human world, if their magnetic field is positive and they recite his name Yi Chengzi, the magnetic field in the dark will surely respond!

It can eliminate disasters and misfortunes and prolong life!

Because this is how Yi Chengzi does things, he gets the "magnetic field fruit", and when he is full, everyone has something to eat!

Even if Yi Chengzi was thinking about himself seven parts at a time, he had to give three parts back to others. This was Yi Chengzi's reply to Bai Yunzi across time and space.

Of course, he also wanted to try whether the Heavenly Soul Will of the Human Emperor, Lao Deng, was still there, because after all, he was still thinking about himself 70%.

(End of this chapter)