A valley somewhere in the western part of the wilderness.

The formation floated in the air, and various spiritual bans flashed all over the sky.

Not only that, outside this spiritual forbidden area, colorful miasma gathered, and the thick miasma formed a vast ocean of miasma, which not only blocked the line of sight, but also weakened the perception of the cultivators.

The colorful miasma covered an area of ​​a thousand miles, just enough to envelop the entire spiritual formation and block the eyes and ears of some outsiders.

“Squeak!”

In the formation, a Cangqing clan cultivator with indigo all over his body, wielding a large wooden stick in his hand, continuously attacked the surroundings.

"I'll hammer you to death."

Waves of energy surged out from the wooden stick, causing the three human monks who were surrounding him to dodge one after another.

Seeing the three monks dodging repeatedly, the Cangqing clan monk laughed.

They are just cultivators from a small sect, all of them are trash.

The three figures who surrounded and killed the Cangqing clan cultivator were led by Yuan Tiangang, the other one was Yuan Tianhua, the leader of the Tianyuan Sect, and an old man in the late Nascent Soul stage.

At this moment, the three people all had a mysterious light spot between their eyebrows, and a faint luster floating in their eyes.

Every few breaths, the light spots between the three people's eyebrows would fluctuate, and then a misty rainbow-like thread would appear out of the void, and the top of the thread was the narrow crack in the void hidden at the top of the sky.

"Joint attack!"

Yuan Tiangang opened his mouth and made a gesture with his hands. Then a blurry shadow appeared on his body. It lay like a unicorn and exuded an ancient aura.

The remaining Yuan Tianhua and the other two also performed in the same manner, casting spells of the same origin.

In an instant, the three illusory Qilins merged into one, and their appearance became clearer. Their bodies were as black as ink, and their eyes were as bright as the sun. They raised their legs and came close to the Cangqing clan cultivators.

Boom!

The Cangqing clan cultivator who had just been swinging a big stick with great vigor had the stick in his hand suddenly stepped on by the falling black unicorn's hoof, and the stick flew away from his hand, and then the unicorn stepped on his head.

"Crack!" Cracks appeared on the indigo skull, and it suddenly broke apart like porcelain.

Yuan Tiangang seized the opportunity, and a purple light like lightning appeared between his eyebrows, which pierced through the dantian of the Cangqing cultivator with a swish. After the purple light passed through his body, it turned into a purple spiritual treasure like a thin needle.

The Cangqing clan cultivator shook his body, his eyes filled with unwillingness. Finally, the cracks on his body spread throughout his body. A wisp of soul smoke rose up and was shattered into nothingness by an illusory lightning that fell from the sky.

"Brother, another Nascent Soul Great Perfection."

The three cultivators in the field looked at each other, and a look of joy appeared on Yuan Tianhua's face.

The resources on the body of a Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivator are quite a fortune for their Tianyuan Sect. You have to know that for many years in the past, their Tianyuan Sect had only had a Nascent Soul late stage cultivator in charge.

Now, they have even hunted down two Nascent Soul cultivators who have reached the Great Perfection stage.

The resources carried by the previous person were quite abundant.

Yuan Tiangang picked up the corpse and looked towards the sky.

The story began six years ago. Before that, he teamed up with the King of Wrathful Spirits in the Wilderness to trick a group of foreign forces. To be on the safe side, he also brought in several forces including the Red Sky Sect.

However, they did not expect that when they arrived in the wilderness and prepared to look for the King of Resentful Souls to offer sacrifices to the heavens and form an alliance, they could not find the King of Resentful Souls at all.

It was also at this time that he somehow sensed the order of heaven and earth. This feeling was indescribable, but he had some understanding in his heart.

Not only him, but also other sect practitioners who came to the wilderness were the same.

Originally, several forces united together, and to be on the safe side they were prepared to swear an oath to heaven and earth together, but now there is no need for that.

Everything is in my heart, there is no need for words. Of course, I can't say it even if I want to, because when I want to speak out about the relevant matters, I will feel the terrorist crisis coming.

All in all, things are weird.

It can't be said, but it can be done. Yuan Tiangang found that when facing foreign cultivators, he sometimes felt irritated and angry for no reason, and wanted to kill them as soon as possible.

Moreover, the degree of this feeling varies with different monks you meet.

In fact, even if he had called on the Chixiao Sect, the number of people who came was only eight in total, which meant that their strength was decent, all of them were in the late Nascent Soul stage or above.

In the past, with such strength, he could definitely step on Tianzhu Mountain in the south and kick the Northern Continent in the north, but now, there is no cultivator who dares to come to the Wilderness without strength.

Fortunately, they have God's protection.

"Walk!"

After half a day, the colorful miasma that had accumulated nearby dissipated again, leaving only ruins on the ground.

…

“Buzz!”

On this day, colorful lights rolled above the void, and an even richer fragrance poured down from the sky. The rich fragrance formed waves, rushing from the center of the wilderness to the surroundings.

Wherever the fragrance passed, the void crackled and extremely fine cracks appeared, and the entire void suddenly became like a dangerous building.

Originally, the collapse of the void was a terrible thing, but at this moment, the monks in various places were looking at the void without blinking.

"This first level of fire element rule power is mine."

"I am Qicai..."

"Get lost, I'm from the Xuanlian Zhen Sect."

…

Dozens of threads of rules hung down from the crack, six or seven of which were flashing with dazzling light, and their mystery was dazzling and eye-catching.

Normally, if one wants to comprehend the power of a rule, with a certain level of comprehension, one would need at least ten to twenty strands of ordinary rule threads.

Moreover, after getting started it doesn’t mean that ordinary rule threads are useless. They are still useful, but their effect is weakened.

But no matter how weakened it is, it is still useful.

Therefore, if you want to use the thread of rules to gain enlightenment, it is best to grab thirty strands.

At this moment, the threads of rules hanging down from the cracks in the void spread over the five elements and were distributed everywhere. Once they appeared, the cultivators in the mountains and fields became like perverts seeing beautiful girls, with their eyes turning green.

Wow, streams of light rushed towards the broken void.

Some cultivators from the same force can still work together, but it is a bit difficult for some independent cultivators, who are constantly being coaxed away.

The Merit Clone looked up at the sky and saw a thread of wood-attributed rules emitting brilliant green light, turning the surrounding void green.

At the same time, several figures rushed towards him from all directions.

Upon seeing this, the Merit Clone grinned, and green light also emerged from his body... Oh no, it was blue light, and mysterious runes spread all around, covering an area of ​​ten thousand acres.

"Come on, fellow Taoist!"

“Buzz!”

In an instant, the eyes of the monks who were rushing towards him suddenly regained wisdom from greed. They stopped suddenly in mid-air and rushed to another direction with embarrassed looks.

“Suck…”

When he saw the person who rushed over turned around and left, the Merit Clone stopped smiling.

He flew into the air and grabbed the thread of wood attribute rules in his palm, and an extremely rich vitality suddenly enveloped his whole body.

The feeling is like the sun chewing on a piece of thousand-year-old ice, and the coolness instantly surges through the whole body.

The clone of merit here has collected the thread of rules, but the surroundings have already turned into a chaotic battlefield, with all kinds of spells and magical treasures flying in the sky.

On the contrary, the place where the Merit Clone came from has become a pure land, and everyone is afraid of his green light.

In addition, the Merit Clone also discovered the monks fighting nearby, and sent out a divine consciousness to sense his movements, as if these people would run away as soon as he moved.

"Fuck you, come and chop me if you dare, you deserve not to be promoted to the God of Transformation."

After cursing angrily, the Merit Clone thought about it and did not move. There must be a Divine Transformation cultivator here, but he has not come out yet. However, he still has to be careful.

After the sky collapsed, dozens of threads of rules appeared at once. This was the first time such a thing happened.

The melee lasted for more than twenty days, and all the threads of rules fell into the hands of the monks.

After this looting battle, the various cultivators who had been hiding in various places no longer hid. They pulled out their spirit ships or spirit treasures and suspended them in the air somewhere.

The surrounding environment also changed. An area with a stronger fragrance was formed, covering an area of ​​about three thousand miles. The space cracks in this area had not recovered, and vague threads of rules could be seen through the cracks.

Some monks wanted to grab some, but as soon as the spell hit the crack in space, they were bounced back and turned into a bloody mist.

Within a radius of three thousand miles, dozens of forces of varying sizes were suddenly formed and occupied by cultivators.

Seeing so many Nascent Soul cultivators appear at once, the Merit Clone also raised his eyebrows. It was estimated that the old guys from dozens of nearby immortal cultivation worlds were all attracted here.

If he could get all these people... well... it would be better to use the method of salvation, then he would be very happy.

In the eyes of the Merit Avatar, the cultivators from various factions were glowing with blood-red auras to varying degrees. In other words, if they killed every other one, there would definitely be some that slipped through the net, so they killed them side by side...

That's not right either.

Although there was blood on the bodies of a few of them, they were also covered with a hazy green light.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of a small hill, the Merit Clone closed his eyes and rested. The cultivators from other forces around did the same. At most, they sent people to observe the threads of rules in the cracks in the void above.

In the following time, after the first dozens of threads of rules fell, three years later, another round of threads of rules fell collectively, causing another large-scale fight.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth threads of rules fell.

Twenty-two years have passed. For a Nascent Soul cultivator, this period of time is like a nap, but for Shen Lian, who is taking pills, he has reached the critical moment of breakthrough.

The effect of the Wanhua Yuluo Pill is long-lasting. Two pills have allowed him to experience repeated shocks over the past twenty years. The five elements of magic power in his dantian overflow, and in the vortex of magic power formed in the middle area of ​​his dantian, the five elements turned into black and white, and yin and yang merged, making his Nascent Soul look even more ethereal.

(End of this chapter)