The mountains, which were already more vast than the Tianzhu Mountains of the Tiannan Continent, emitted a shock wave, and the impact it caused swept across the Tiannan immortal cultivation world in an instant.

The illusory ripples, after touching the mountains, rivers, plants, flying rocks, broken stars, monks, and houses, caused ripples of varying sizes.

After the colorful ripples covered Tiannan, they spread towards the deeper void, covering various celestial fluctuations, void holes, small land, and gravel belts along the way, and were the first to break out of a continent of immortal cultivation that was similar to Tiannan.

This is the Lingxi Immortal Cultivation World.

The colorful waves covered the entire Tiannan Immortal Cultivation World from the southernmost tip of Tiannan. It took more than half a year, and more than a year before it broke into the Lingxi Immortal Cultivation World.

However, this is not the end yet, the colorful waves began to spread out.

It was like a rolling ocean of fog, surging in all directions little by little, trying to swallow everything into the colorful miasma.

There was also a mysterious fragrance in the colorful waves, just like the smell Shen Lian smelled at the beginning.

Such a scene covered the sky and spread throughout the world of immortal cultivation. Shen Lian used his toes to think about it and understood what was wrong.

No matter how powerful the Resentful Soul King in the Wilderness is, there is a limit to his power. Even an ordinary divine cultivator would not be able to create such a strange phenomenon.

In a hidden valley, he stood with his hands behind his back, staring at the sky for a long time.

After realizing that the strange phenomenon was getting bigger and bigger and was nothing like the ruins of the God Transformation that he had known before, Shen Lian ran around the wilderness for a long time.

After all, he was used to being cautious, so with such a big change, he had to look around and make reference for his next actions to see if his plan of taking advantage of the situation would still work.

After searching around the wilderness for a long time, he finally turned his attention to the sky.

The Merit Clone in front of him was in the same posture, but his eyelids were drooping and his breath was very quiet.

The next moment, Shen Lian himself walked directly into the clone of merit, the five elements of magic power intertwined, and the aura began to merge into one.

After a moment, the clone and the original body reunited, and he opened his eyes again and looked towards the sky.

There was a hazy area on the colorful sky. This area looked a bit like a long and narrow crack, similar to an eye.

And below the eyes is the peak of the main mountain range of the illusory seven-colored giant mountain.

“Buzz!”

“Boom!”

In an instant, colorful spiritual light suddenly burst out from Shen Lian, who had originally had a quiet aura, and his merit clone flew out of his body.

In his original body's Dantian, the magic power rolled like huge waves, and the black and white magic power on his Nascent Soul intertwined, and he almost flew out.

The faces of the Nascent Soul figure, the Spirit and Soul figure, and Shen Lian were all filled with horror at the same time.

The pain started from his eyes and seeped into his Nascent Soul and his soul. It was more painful than when he was refining his body before.

"call!"

After a dozen breaths, he glanced at the sky again. The scene he saw at this moment turned into colorful flowing light again. There was no hazy area at the top of the void.

"No wonder it can affect such a vast area. If order is interested, then..."

Shen Lian thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He suspected that the order of heaven and earth might be a schizophrenic patient.

On the one hand, he provides for countless lives, and on the other hand, he is thinking about bringing down a disaster of killing. It is a very contradictory combination.

Just now, when he saw the narrow crack, it felt like an eye, an eye without any emotion, only rules.

"puff……"

Before Shen Lian could stabilize the fluctuations in his body, he suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.

This scared him, and he quickly collected the blood he had vomited, and used his magic power to burn the surroundings. He checked several times and felt relieved after finding that there was no breath left.

"Boss, we are in the same group..."

Mumbling something, Shen Lian glanced at the sky again carefully.

The understanding of heaven and earth by cultivators of all races in the world of immortal cultivation is a kind of operating order and rules, which cannot be said to be limited to living beings.

How to put it, it's just like the rule that the sun rises and the moon sets, and the water rises and lifts all boats.

For Shen Lian, he felt that it was similar to his Bu Tian Ling which activated the spiritual restriction. For example, if there was a spiritual restriction that was not working properly somewhere, he could just patch it again and repair the broken part.

The changes under the cover of the order of heaven and earth are like the order patching itself, in other words, disinfecting.

The problem is that he is not poisonous. Just now, because he felt that the noise was too loud, he used the merit clone to take a look and was ruthlessly swept away.

This is an unexpected disaster. Why did he peek for no reason?

…

at the same time.

The top of the void, a place that many cultivators cannot see.

In the long and narrow crack, an illusory black line bent like falling lightning and sank into the illusory colorful giant mountain below.

At the end of the black line, a huge nine-headed black dragon, as big as two thousand feet, was coiled in the void.

This old dragon was none other than fellow Taoist Ling Yao who had previously conspired with Yuan Tiangang.

However, at this moment, this Taoist friend Ling Yao was emitting gurgling black air, and his aura was quite different. There was an aura that was superior to all others and not close to any living being.

Around Ling Yao, there were figures standing with their hands behind their backs, some shrouded in black robes, and some wrapped in black air.

Above the head of each figure, there is a winding black line that goes straight to the top of the sky.

At this moment, all these figures were silent, floating quietly in the void, as if they had merged into one with the heaven and earth.

Occasionally, a cultivator would pass by and scan the area with his spiritual thoughts, but he would only find that there was nothing here.

…

Light flows back and forth inside and outside the wilderness.

Seeing such a commotion, the monks swarmed over like moths seeing the light of a lamp, or like mice that could not steal the lamp oil, running back and forth in a panic.

Some are anxious, while others are frightened.

In the eastern void of the wasteland, a black stream of light carrying a resentful aura rushed out from a sky filled with lightning and thunder.

Inside the black stream of light is a bone ship made up of skeletons.

When rushing through the thunder and lightning phenomenon, the bone ship was also electrocuted and the whole ship was filled with flaming lightning.

On the bone ship, several figures wrapped in black robes were silent and scattered in different positions, guarding the inside while looking outside.

Boom! At this time, a thunderous roar sounded from the highest point of the void area, and a meteorite as big as a hundred miles and burning with blazing flames fell from the sky above the first level.

The crackling sound of the flames leaped and echoed throughout the void.

"Attack together!"

After noticing the fire meteorite falling from the sky, a voice was heard on the bone ship, and instantly the black-robed monks scattered throughout the ship began to use their magic power.

For a moment, all kinds of ghostly howling sounds were heard.

Until this moment, as the black robe was blown away, a figure with a second head growing on its back was revealed.

It could be the soul catcher who was running around in the wilderness before, or someone else.

In an instant, the fire meteorite that was previously high in the sky suddenly appeared above the bone ship, and the soul catchers in the ship also took action.

It was so clean and seamless that it was obvious that the fiery meteorite was falling towards them.

Boom! The fire meteorite exploded above the bone ship, and the energy of the explosion caused the ship to roll over, smashing the void one after another, and the surrounding void turned into a quagmire of broken space.

"It's a spatial quagmire. Protect the bone ship with all your strength, otherwise you and I will both die here."

Since soul catchers are different from normal cultivators, it is very common for them to encounter natural disasters during their travels.

I have long been accustomed to things like being struck by lightning, meteorites falling from the sky, flying a sword and falling into a broken space, and being entangled by inexplicable forces after taking a few steps. There are many kinds of things.

In the past, in the wilderness, that place was filled with yin energy and was a bit special, so as long as you didn't run away, there wouldn't be any problems.

But now, the wilderness has become a cannibalistic place for them. They must run away, otherwise they will end up in a miserable state.

Countless phantoms emerged on the bone ship, clinging to various parts of the ship and dragging the bone ship out of the spatial quagmire.

But the void of the immortal world had long been shattered and filled with all kinds of dangers, and these soul catchers were prone to disasters. Others might only stumble when walking, but they might fall right in.

Just as he flew out of the mud, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky.

Each of these heavenly thunders was not that powerful to them, but various problems came one after another, as if there was no end.

In this way, the group flew through many hardships with the help of the bone boat and finally arrived at a small broken piece of land between Lingxi and Tiannan's immortal world.

This small piece of land has long been deserted, without even a blade of grass, and exudes a desolate atmosphere.

As the bone ship fell, an ancient rune formation lit up. Densely packed earthworm-like ancient patterns intertwined to outline a hexagonal formation.

Silver light shot up into the sky, the void twisted, and an independent transmission channel was formed in the sky.

After the silver light flashed for a few moments, a huge silhouette emerged.

A crackling sound was heard, and bloody thunders were seen outside the outline, with phantom maggots with fangs surrounding it, constantly attacking the phantom outline.

Gradually, the hazy outline became clear.

I saw that the outline was actually similar to a canopy of a carriage frame, just like the ones on the carriages of emperors in the mortal world, and it was round in shape.

But this canopy is formed by the branches of a small black tree.

Under the canopy of trees, there was a slightly hunched figure wearing shorts similar to those of a farmer in the mortal world.

The man's trouser legs were rolled up to his calves, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding a plow in his hand, looking like a farmer.

The strange thing is that the small tree actually grew out of a small bamboo basket he was carrying on his back.

This man's face was like that of an old farmer, full of wrinkles, his skin was somewhat tanned from the sun, and his eyes were slightly cloudy.

When the soul catchers on the bone ship saw the farmer, they all knelt on the ground, lowered their heads and dared not speak.

The farmer monk grinned and glanced at the soul catchers present.

"Whatever, I am just a farmer, there is no need for such a great honor."

That being said, all the soul catchers present had their heads dropped to the ground.

"Well, it's up to you."

The farmer sighed and raised his hand holding the plow, but his hand did not reach the remaining shade provided by the small tree.

Even so, the blood thunder and maggots surrounding him made a sharp explosion, as if they wanted to rush through the canopy and pounce on him.

"It's been a long time. Come and let the old farmer see how my fruit is doing."

Then, the farmer monk's eyes lit up, and he came in front of a soul catcher without moving a step.

"Come on, lift your head and let me see if it's cooked."

As he spoke, the farmer brought the plow in his hand down towards the soul catcher's head. Just like hitting a watermelon, he cracked the man's head open without much effort.

A walnut-like fruit with a black glow flew out of the cracked skull and was caught in the hand of the farmer monk, who looked at it.

"It's still a little short of the mark, what a pity."

The farmer monk looked at him for a long time, seemed a little dissatisfied, then walked to the next soul catcher and gently knocked on his head.

None of the soul catchers who were kneeling on the ground dared to move at all, allowing their heads to be knocked open and turning into a shriveled corpse.

The things knocked out of the skulls of these soul catchers were of different sizes and types. Some looked like fruits, while others looked like small coral trees.

"This temperature won't work. How did you grow? You're delaying my harvest."

In the end, only the soul catcher with two heads was left, but he was cut in half by the farmer from the back, and a spiritual tree that looked like a meridian was pulled out by him.

"That's fine. Just like that, I work from sunrise to sunset, so how can God not give me a good harvest?"

As he spoke, the farmer monk hung the things he had received earlier on the spiritual tree that looked like a meridian.

"…plant a seed…"

The farmer monk shrunk the meridian tree to one foot in size and held it in his hand. He looked towards the wasteland from a distance, a look of fear flashed in his eyes.

"I just borrowed the land to grow some crops..."

After a few breaths, he muttered to himself, but his expression showed that even he was a little doubtful about what he had just said.

"There are not many opportunities for the order of heaven and earth to manifest externally. I must give it a try. If I can grasp the thread of the rules of the second level..."

Thinking of this, he looked at the tree in his hand and made a decision in his eyes.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. If one can obtain the second-level rule thread, his combat power will be doubled.

Only if you have the strength can you grab more cultivation resources and feed back to your own cultivation realm.

The next moment, the farmer's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot, but his aura was not welcome and he needed to rely on the cover of the spirit tree canopy.

…

A dozen breaths after the farmer disappeared, a ray of green light flashed above the area where the formation was originally located, but it did not cause any other auras around it to vibrate.

As the green light fell, two figures slowly condensed into entities.

Two cultivators, one male and one female.

The man was wearing an embroidered robe, exuding a very masculine air, and between the ripped robe one could see his lush chest hair.

A soul-honoring flag was wrapped around the female cultivator, and there was a heroic look on her face.

Not to mention the male cultivator, the female cultivator looked exactly like the foodie Shen Lian saw in the wilderness, even the aura was the same.

But the realms of the two are extremely different.

This female cultivator who was suspended above the formation stood there quietly without releasing any aura, allowing the Dao rhythm to appear in the void around her.

The one who can create such a strange phenomenon in the void must be a divine being.

At this moment, the two monks looked towards the direction of the wasteland.

"The resentment of several immortal cultivation worlds and billions of living beings still triggered the advent of the rules and order of heaven and earth."

The corner of the male cultivator's mouth twitched. What was inserted in his bun was not a hairpin, but a red flower. Coupled with the embroidered robe, it seemed extremely inconsistent with his original appearance.

"The debts we owed back then will have to be repaid gradually in the future."

The female cultivator responded softly, and suddenly a circle of green halo appeared on her body at the moment the hazy green light appeared.

As she looked up, she saw a winding green line, bending diagonally towards the sky in the direction of the wasteland.

Similarly, the male cultivator next to her also had a similar green silk thread on his body.

"Work, work."

A faint sound was left in the void, and the two figures disappeared.

(End of this chapter)