In the quiet forest, a silver light suddenly appeared, and then the silver light exploded into thousands of rays of light, tearing the void into an area of ​​thousands of miles like a sword.

The void, which was full of cracks, collapsed in the blink of an eye, cutting the colorful miasma in the sky into willow catkins, and the rolling resentment surged out from behind the space.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

Dense resentments dragged black or gray tails, rampaging through the fragments of space, howling wildly and wantonly.

“Buzz!”

In the middle of the broken space, a beam of black light suddenly burst out. Within a few breaths, the beam began to split, one beam, two beams... Thousands of beams of black light shot out in all directions.

The most blazing black light area in the center slowly began to rotate, and the already broken void was directly rolled up by the black light. The resentment wandering in this area was rolled up by the stirred force and flew towards the black light area in the center.

During this process, some of the instinctive struggles of resentment were destroyed by the black light, but most of them were sucked into the black light in the central area.

Half a day later.

When the resentment from all directions was almost swept away, the black beams that had been released before began to return, converging to the central black light area like petals.

In the middle of the shattered void, there appeared a flower with blood-red roots and dark petals, from which bursts of wailing sounds came.

An illusory hand slowly solidified, grabbed the blood-stem black flower, and prepared to fly away.

Snap!

At this moment, thunder suddenly emerged from the void, and the gathered black light exceeded a thousand feet. The light illuminated all directions and struck down towards a low hill a thousand miles away.

But on the bare hill, a strange human-faced flower with blood vessels all over its body suddenly grew rapidly and swallowed the thunder into its mouth in mid-air.

"Thunder, strike him to death!"

An angry voice rang out in the miasma, and thunder once again appeared in the void.

Below the strange human-faced flower, a figure wearing a robe made of flower petals stood with his hands behind his back, looking coldly at Fan Shan who rushed out of the miasma, and raised one hand.

"Poor little thing, why are you everywhere?"

As the petal figure raised its hand, five fingers suddenly grew out like tree roots and intertwined in the air to form an extremely large black palm.

This palm was covered with bloody insects and dripping with black slime. The smell of decay filled the forest, causing the grass and trees to wither all of a sudden.

The palm fell, and Fan Shan, who came with two banners, had no time to dodge.

He hastily gathered the lightning in front of him, but before he could last a moment, he was hit by a black palm.

With a loud 'boom', a dazzling green light burst out from Fan Shan's body, interweaving into a hazy tortoise-shell-shaped shadow, and her body rolled and flew backwards.

Wherever it passed, it broke through the colorful miasma, pierced through the towering mountains, shattered huge rocks, and fell directly two hundred miles away, embedding itself into a huge cliff.

"I am so angry."

Putting his hands on the rock wall to pull himself out of the rock, Fanshan was furious.

"Thunder Domain!"

He grabbed two handfuls of the green light on his body with his hands, and rubbed them into the shape of a green pointed mace-like magic weapon, which he pointed towards the sky.

A dazzling green light burst out from the treasured mace, and it rushed directly into the top of the sky, splitting open like a spider web and causing thunder to fill the sky.

In an instant, a sea of ​​thunder over a hundred miles in size fell from the sky towards the direction of Monk Petal.

"Poor little thing, I don't have time to play with you."

As the lightning fell, the Petal Monk's entire body exploded and turned into thousands of black blood-colored petals, shooting in all directions.

This guy is protected by his merits, and killing or crippling him will only bring trouble to himself. He also wants to advance to the realm of godhood, and doesn't want to suffer misfortune so early.

"Nascent Soul is so great! When I advance to the Nascent Soul stage, I will chop you to death!"

Seeing that Lei Hai's attack missed, Fan Shan stomped his feet angrily, bullying her because she was a little golden elixir.

"Poor little thing, wait until you advance to the Nascent Soul stage before we talk."

A mocking voice was heard among the mountains and fields.

“Perhaps when I advance to the Divine Transformation stage, you will still be lingering at the Golden Core stage. I think you should submit to me and pray to the Heavenly Dao as soon as possible. Then the restrictions on your body will be broken, and you can become a Nascent Soul cultivator like me.”

…

"Don't leave, you bastard. Kill me if you dare. If you can't kill me, you're my pet."

Fan Shan cursed loudly, but there was no response from the mountains and fields. She was so angry that she kicked the mountain repeatedly, and the roar spread in all directions.

"I am a demon cultivator, you bastard, I will definitely skin you alive and take your soul out."

"It's so annoying. They have to save enough souls before I can advance. I won't be able to advance even after a hundred years."

Fan Shan pulled out two soul flags from his head and flew away muttering to himself.

She really wanted that guy Huaban to beat her up. He didn't have to kill her, just seriously injure her.

Over the years, she has saved the souls of no less than hundreds of millions. The merits she has accumulated have long since formed a protective aura. Once it backfires, it will no longer be a problem to add a little fuel to the calamity of transformation. As for the Nascent Soul cultivators, they will be even more unlucky.

But these guys from "Seeking Heaven's Way" are more cunning than the other, and they would just knock her away when they meet her.

The force of the attack was so precise that not even a hair was hurt.

Whenever there is danger, the protective aura will appear automatically and she has no control over it at all.

These guys are so smart in taking advantage of loopholes.

How can she, a small golden elixir, compete with the Yuanying level soul catchers like "Qiu Tiandao"? This merit is not powerful at all.

…

Peace returned to the mountains and fields, and colorful miasma gathered from all directions again, submerging everything around.

The black-horned ants, which had been trembling with fear due to the sweeping energy, crawled out again. After the space storm subsided, the few remaining image stones were also collected by the black-horned ants.

…

Inside Cave No. 10.

Shen Lian stood with his hands behind his back, and standing in front of him was the deputy soul.

However, a thin green light was already lingering on the secondary soul. The green light exuded an extremely mysterious Taoist rhyme and could also induce resonance in the surrounding void.

The entire green light was in a flowing state and surrounded the secondary soul.

Under the cover of green light, the five elements aura on the secondary soul was obscured. Shen Lian tried to sense it with his divine sense, and when the strength of his divine sense was increased to about 30,000 feet, he could slightly sense the five elements aura.

Concealing the aura is only one of the mysteries of merit. Its other greatest function is defense. However, the power of merit is too little at present, and the defense is only equivalent to the level of a lower-grade third-order magic weapon.

Transferring the merits to the clone was not a whim of Shen Lian, but a decision he made after careful consideration.

After the clone's combat power is fully developed, it can reach almost 95% of the original's. If it is equipped with some other backup plans, it can already stand on its own.

With the added merits, he can better conceal the aura on his body. The most important point is that there are many things Shen Lian does not want to do personally, so it is more convenient to have a clone.

In addition, he was also afraid that there would be any restrictions on merit.

On the table in the cave, there were four photo stones, which recorded the fight between the foodie and the two mysterious monks.

One of them wore a robe made of flower petals, while the other one was wearing something even stranger: a raincoat used in the mortal world to keep out the rain. Both of them were at the Nascent Soul stage.

Since the level of the image stone was too low, Shen Lian could only judge through simple images that the strength of the two mysterious monks was probably between the middle and late stages of the Nascent Soul, or perhaps even stronger.

The scene in the photo stone shows that the two mysterious monks kept their distance from foodies and did not dare to go too far with them.

It is obvious that he is afraid of the power of merit on the foodie and is afraid that the merit will backfire.

Like the foodies, these mysterious people are also gathering resentful souls, but their methods are more brutal, and they should be an opposing force to the foodies.

Of course, these things are not what Shen Lian cares about at the moment. What he cares about is that his clone can now enter the depths of the wilderness after being protected by merit.

There are resentments, magical medicines, and even five elements spiritual objects in the depths of the wilderness.

"Daoyou, let's go find the elixir."

After gathering the things in the cave, Shen Lian's figure flashed and disappeared into the secondary soul's body. Then the secondary soul disappeared in the cave, leaving behind an empty cave.

Ever since his secondary soul had the protection of merit and could enter the wilderness, he had dug his cave deep into the wilderness.

However, you can't be too arrogant. The secondary soul can avoid resentment, but the weak space cannot be avoided. You still need to restrain your breath.

…

In the wilderness, there is no sign of spring and autumn, and the air is filled with miasma and chill all year round.

This day.

Dark clouds collided with miasma between the mountains, and heavy rain poured down.

In an inconspicuous low hill.

Shen Lian sat cross-legged, with black and white yin and yang light emanating from his body. The dust floating around him was blown aside before it could get close.

A little man in black and white was also sitting cross-legged on top of the head, performing spells in sync with the deity.

At the same time, in the sea of ​​divine consciousness.

An incomparably gigantic black claw covered the sea of ​​divine consciousness, with an aura that seemed to crush the sky.

The black claw has four fingers and a little toe on top, making a total of five toes, each burning with five colors of spiritual fire: gold, black, green, red, and yellow.

After the five flames gathered together, they collided above the sharp claws and evolved into a vague shadow like a phoenix.

Until this moment, he had finally perfected the fourth-level attack spell of the Tiandu Yanshen Technique. This spell was called the Five Capitals Soul-stealing Seal.

This method can break defensive spiritual treasures.

After waking up from his practice, Shen Lian put away the empty medicine bottle in front of him. The practice speed in the Nascent Soul stage was indeed much slower.

Even though there is no shortage of Yuanji Shengling Pills used for cultivation now, it is still a long way to go to reach the bottleneck of the middle stage of Yuanying.

At this time, it had been thirty years since he entered the Wilderness. His deputy soul had found four pieces of Yuanji Grass and Shengling Fruit in the Wilderness.

In addition, the five elements spiritual objects are still missing one with wood attribute, so the collection will be complete.

I can only say that the borderland is really a treasure trove, but it is a bit more dangerous.

Inside the cave, a flash of inspiration appeared.

The secondary soul jumped in, and the green light surrounding its body had transformed into a robe. At first glance, it looked as if it was in harmony with heaven and earth.

Looking at his puppet, Shen Lian smiled knowingly.

Over the years, he has re-cultivated the Tiandu Yanshen Fa and increased his comprehension of the Wanling Xiankui Technique. In addition, the time he has spent advancing to the Nascent Soul stage has increased, and the strength of his divine consciousness has reached 148,000 feet.

The strength of the secondary soul's divine consciousness has reached a strength of 140,000 feet. With the addition of merits and the protection of spiritual treasures, the secondary soul's combat power is no weaker than that of an ordinary late Nascent Soul cultivator.

Unfortunately, I don't have enough five elements spiritual objects in my hand, and I can't continue to enhance the power of my secondary soul.

If there are enough five-element spiritual objects, the spirit puppet can completely advance to the middle or even late stage of the Nascent Soul before him. At that time, as long as he does not transform into a spirit, he can also be alive and well.

The deputy soul waved his hand and took out the Merit Cave Heaven. Now the area inside the Merit Cave Heaven has reached a radius of 800 miles.

The divine consciousness was immersed in it, resentment surged to the sky, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Looking down from a high place, the undulating mountains are shining with yin and yang mysterious light. Four salvation towers are built around each mysterious light.

An extremely huge spirit gathering array is embedded on the surface of the entire cave world as an energy supply system.

This is the real den of money-spending. Compared with Yihonglou, Hongyanfang and Gongdedongtian, they are nothing.

Over the past thirty years, in order to charge the puppet talisman man, he has invested resources equivalent to at least more than two million high-quality spirit stones.

If it weren't for the Butian sect members and the channels through Fatty, Shen Lian would have been unable to continue.

Is it easy to earn some merit from God by paying for the salvation of the dead souls?

Fortunately, it was not without gain. The power of merit accumulated in the secondary soul was comparable to the defense of a fourth-grade low-grade spiritual treasure.

Of course, these are not the main points. The main thing is that with Shen Lian's divine sense of nearly 150,000 feet, he can no longer see through the fluctuations of the five elements of spiritual power on the secondary soul.

In other words, even if one encounters a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, the secondary soul can be hidden well.

With all his own methods, it is not difficult to kill a great cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.

"Hey, God, can you give me a discount? I don't have so many spirit stones anymore."

Looking at the salvation system in operation and listening to the sounds of suona, gongs and drums, Shen Lian felt a little discouraged.

"Or, you can just give me more elixirs, and I can make a profit from the difference."

That being said, he also understood that if he wanted to continue collecting elixirs, he would have to set out again and go deeper into the wilderness.

Currently, he is located 800,000 miles deep in the wilderness.

In this area, there is a secret stronghold of the Xuanshi Sect, but Qian Dai did not mention it, and Shen Lian pretended not to know about it.

He narrowed his eyes, wondering whether he should go another 200,000 miles inward, reaching a distance of one million miles.

Mainly in this area, in addition to resentment and weak space, monks from the mysterious force appear repeatedly.

Over the past thirty years, the secondary soul was almost discovered by it several times.

In addition, this group of people have been hanging out in the depths of the wilderness for many years, and they must have magical medicines in their hands.

"Oh, God, please send a thunderbolt and kill one of them. I will go and pick up the missed one."

…

Deep in the wilderness, at the eastern edge of 870,000 miles, the intersection of two landmasses.

A long black river of resentment flowed out from the junction where the two landmasses collided. The water of the river was gurgling, and there were white bones floating in the mucus. Occasionally, a few intact corpses could be seen floating up from the sticky liquid.

“Crash.”

A huge wave rolled up in the long river, and a strange corpse with a weird face, three vertical eyes in parallel with its eyebrows floated up.

Its hands were placed in front of its scaly chest, and an old turtle with a dark green body was held in its hands.

The old ghost's carapace cracked, and a purple-brown spiritual creature shaped like a small turtle grew on it. It was glowing brightly and was out of tune with the sticky and filthy environment around it.

The strange corpse was washed towards the center of the wasteland by the current.

(End of this chapter)