Xuanyou ancestral land.
Sitting alone in the cave, Shen Lian started his second millennium plan to make up for the shortcomings of the first millennium plan.
The core of this millennium plan is in Asgard.
Once the Immortal Palace comes to the world and he obtains the spiritual medicine he needs for physical cultivation, it will be the time for him to take off on the spot. He can't even imagine what it would be like if he became a sixth-level craftsman. He would be willing to eat sixth-level immortal fruits and sleep with a seventh-level Taoist partner every day.
The red fire was blazing, metal and iron were clashing, and Shen Lian, who was dreaming of a good life, once again turned into a stoker to refine the ore for the purpose of refining the divine gold in the future.
Inside the Bu Dian Bead.
The green light flowed, brilliantly radiant, and the falling rays brought back all kinds of prying words.
Everywhere is a busy scene.
It has been eighteen years since Beihai Sect was attacked by the Buried Sea God.
In the westernmost place, in the Yuanxi cultivation world which is almost as remote as the Floating Sea cultivation world, a Divine Transformation cultivator from the Buried Sea force appeared.
However, the sects in Yuanxi's cultivation world are not as lucky as Beihai Sect. The strongest sect here has only one late Nascent Soul cultivator, and the remaining Nascent Soul sects are even weaker.
Even if they were given rare treasures, they would not be able to exert their full power.
In the end, the Bu Tian Order exploded and scared away the Divine Transformation cultivator from Zang Hai.
Another three years.
In the Luo Feng cultivation world, which is also a remote place, the gods of the Buried Sea forces also descended.
…
"Master, up to now, Qingyun, Dijiang, Zhenyuan... Luofeng, Yuanxi and other 27 immortal cultivation worlds have been attacked by corrupted gods."
Dahei threw out jade slips one by one, and the green light of the jade slips quickly revealed dynamic scenes, and each scene was different.
Since the Bu Tian Order could only be used for passive eavesdropping, these images and scenes were later collected again through Bu Tian fellows, and the contents mostly depicted the scenes after being attacked by the Divine Transformation Monks.
"Judging from the sects that were attacked, the target of the Corrupted God is very clear, and it is mainly the cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage."
"A total of nine incarnations of different auras were discovered. One was killed, and the rest were frightened away by the Heaven-Repairing Order."
Shen Lian was lying high in the clouds, with more than a hundred light screens flashing in front of him.
It hasn't been long since these Jindan cultivators roamed around so many places, specifically looking for Yuanying sects in remote places to attack.
At this moment, on the communication platform inside the Bu Tianzhu.
The most popular topic is this matter.
Let all Nascent Soul Sects be on high alert.
Because of some people's personal testimonials, the active four-phase tower that comes with the matching formation has become a hot-selling item.
This thing can sense the breath of the God Transformation level in advance and open the formation in seconds. As long as you are not so unlucky, it can leave a breath of buffer for the sect.
Haha, it works.
“Even the Divine Masters have been sent out. It can be seen that these people are in urgent need of high-level flesh and blood essence.”
"In addition, these people are not stupid. They know that the powerful Yuanying sects in the middle continent have means, so they only dare to attack the sects in remote areas quietly."
"It's just that the strength of the sects in these remote areas is too weak. Even if the master gives them spiritual treasures and talismans, they can't unleash the power they should have when using them."
Seeing that Shen Lian's expression did not change, Dahei knew that this was the master's intention for him to continue talking, otherwise, he would have given him a blow to the head.
What it said was all true. Even if it was just a low-grade fifth-level talisman, a Nascent Soul cultivator would have to exhaust all his blood, energy and magic power to fully activate it.
In other words, just like the Beihai Sect did in the past, mobilizing the strength of all the monks in the sect.
But Beihai Sect's Hai Wuya has reached the Nascent Soul stage to set up this stall. For a sect that doesn't have a Nascent Soul master in charge, they don't have the ability to do so even if they have the idea.
A sudden change in an instant can decide life or death in the hands of a spirit-transforming cultivator.
For example, it’s not that the masters of these sects did not help secretly later on, but it’s useless even if they gave them. No matter how good the spiritual treasure is, it needs suitable cultivators to use it.
"Dahei, have we ever done any business that lost money in this long time?"
Suddenly, Dahei was stunned.
What does the master mean by this?
Who called himself a dog pill master back then, ate the good pills himself, and sold the bad pills to his fellow Taoists at a higher price?
I also sold happy pills.
If others knew that a great monk in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm and the actual behind-the-scenes leader of the Butian Sect had once sold Happy Pills in order to raise spirit stones, they would be laughed to death.
By the way, the owner’s Happy Pill also contains extra sweet potato starch.
Although he thought so in his heart, Dahei said quickly, "Master has never done a business that lost money."
"Tell me, is there anything more profitable than helping a world revive?"
Shen Lian grabbed Dahei and skillfully coiled his two shiny black horns, with a plan in mind.
"I am a kind-hearted person and I cannot bear to see my fellow Taoists being bullied."
The big black thing, whose horns were pinched, rolled its eyes. It was now a hand-held figurine of its master, and its entire body was polished to a shiny patina.
…
Twelve years passed.
Yuanhu Immortal Cultivation World.
Located in the northeast of Yunxiao Realm.
Every cultivation world has had its heyday, and the Yuanhu cultivation world is no exception.
At the peak of this realm, a giant demon fox in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation walked out. Although it did not succeed in ascending to heaven, it left a great reputation in this world.
Today, the two most powerful races in this world are the demon race and the human race, but neither side has the strength to suppress an entire realm.
The demon clan is headed by Yuanhu Holy Mountain, which has hundreds of demon branches of varying sizes.
The Tianxuan Palace is the strongest among the human race, with cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage ruling it. In addition, there are hundreds of other sects and families at the Nascent Soul and Golden Core levels.
Overall, the strength is still good.
On this day, a ball of black light suddenly appeared in the void outside the Yuanhu Immortal Realm, and an extremely strong smell of decay corroded holes in the void.
A strange snake covered with sores was hovering in the air, gazing at the outline of the Yuanhu Immortal Cultivation World from afar.
A pair of eyes flashed with blood, and in a snake claw under the belly, there was a gourd with thick and overlapping blood scabs on the surface, surrounded by dark resentment.
“Crack!”
In the void, a bolt of lightning fell without warning.
A ball of black air rolled up from the strange snake's body and collided with the falling thunder.
In the air mass torn apart by the lightning, a piece of broken bones emerged, covered with exploding lightning nets.
After a few breaths, the dense lightning net was absorbed by the white bones, and a billowing stream of rotten and bloody air spit out from the cracked bones, covering the strange snake.
"Jie."
The strange snake let out a strange cry and looked up into the void.
It turned into a stream of light and rushed towards the Yuanhu Immortal Realm with a whoosh.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
In the Yuanhu Immortal Cultivation World, a shrill scream was heard from the nearest Yuanying Sect in the direction where the strange snake had suddenly entered.
An illusory tower-shaped spiritual treasure burst out with colorful light, and spiritual bans shot out from all over the sect.
However, it was still a step too slow.
The sect protection formation had not yet been raised, and the flags and plates placed in various places were blasted apart by the unparalleled energy at the same time.
The huge divine consciousness poured down like a waterfall. The monks in the sect froze at the same time, with looks of horror on their faces.
Under the magical power of the strange snake, all living creatures within a radius of 5,000 miles were killed at once.
"You are using inferior means, and you still want to compete with me."
The strange snake spoke coldly, and the gourd magic treasure in its claws made an explosive sound.
It rose into the air and grew bigger and bigger.
Tens of thousands of blood whiskers grew out from the bottom of the gourd, hanging down from the sky and piercing into the bodies of the monks in the mountains.
"There is only one little Yuanying."
After a few breaths, the gourd swept away all the essence of blood and flesh, and the strange snake showed a look of dissatisfaction.
No matter how many low-level cultivators there are, their essence level is not as different from that of the Nascent Soul level. What's more, the unfortunate spirit tree has a picky taste and is no longer satisfied with the flesh and blood essence of low-level cultivators.
Then, it turned into a stream of light and fled into the distance.
It spans thousands of mountains and rivers and is repeatedly bombarded by heaven and earth in order to collect a sufficient amount of Nascent Soul-level flesh and blood essence.
…
"die!"
Above the Mo Yun Sect of the Yuanhu Continent, the claws under the belly of the strange snake kept hitting down.
Each sharp claw turned into a size of a thousand feet in the air, falling down across a thousand miles. The terrifying aura surged wildly in all directions, breaking the mountains, rivers and the earth.
However, there were not many cultivators inside the collapsed mountain gate, and there was not a single Nascent Soul-level flesh and blood essence that it needed.
After entering the Yuanhu Continent, it captured a Nascent Soul in the first sect it encountered. Afterwards, in the remaining Nascent Soul sects, only an empty shell was left for it.
The angry monster snake vented its rage, and the mountains, lakes, and cities were shattered by it. Some low-level monks were crushed into a ball of blood mist without even a scream.
After destroying the mountains and rivers, the strange snake was still not satisfied. It dug its sharp claws directly into the earth and clamped the fourth-level spiritual vein underground.
“Buzz!”
However, a round, apple-like rare treasure emitted waves deep in the spiritual vein, and a terrifying aura swept out.
In an instant, the monster snake's anger was frightened by this breath, and a flash of lightning appeared above its head and struck it directly on the forehead.
The strange snake withdrew its claws and quickly fled away.
But the anger that had just been awakened rushed into my lungs again.
A group of ants actually played with it.
"Run away! I'll see where you can escape to!"
狂怒中的怪蛇凌空而走，所过之处凡是看到有城池、宗门驻地的地方，统统没有放过。
沿途碰到的元婴宗门，一个元婴都没有碰到，宗门弟子也寥寥无几，连个假丹都没有。
愤怒的它打崩大地，想要再次抽出灵脉，又一次在灵脉中感受到了如果子一样异宝释放出气息。
一旦它不顾其它强行抽离地脉，这可果子就是引子，将整个灵脉给引爆，让它一缕灵机都得不到，反而还有可能受到冲击。
“该死！”
被一群蝼蚁拿捏，怪蛇的怒火也越演越烈，双眸中的血色有一种燃成血火的景象。
就这样，它一路横飞一路杀戮，可惜所过之处，只能碰到零星的金丹修士，至于筑基、练气小修士根本不够祭出枯血葫芦的。
至于各宗修士去哪了？ 都去了元狐圣山。
此刻的元狐圣山中，汇聚了整个元狐大陆几乎所有的元婴修士，无论人族、妖族，还是其它小族群的元婴。
圣山深处，一座传送阵闪烁着银光，勾连着元狐大陆所有元婴层次的宗门、家族。
这种在界域内传送的阵法品阶不过四品，制作起来相当容易，在兑换平台上价格就一件四阶中品灵宝差不多。
早在第一座宗门被怪蛇覆灭后，整个元狐大陆就知道了怪蛇的降临的事情。
接下来，大陆上各大宗门快速的做出了安排。
元婴修士齐聚元狐圣山，剩下的金丹层次宗门、家族，全部都接到了各自上阶宗门的传讯，快速将核心弟子藏起来，遣散门人弟子。
要说为啥能这么整齐划一，一下子都听话了，就不多解释了。
不听话的问题，已经在解决了出问题的修士之后，信念得到了高度的统一。
连互相攻伐了多年的人族、妖族都同聚一堂了，其它的问题还算事吗？
至于一些偏远区域的金丹势力，听不听元婴宗门的吩咐，就看他们的运气了。
元狐圣山上空一方庞大如龟壳一样的阵法，笼罩了方圆三千里的区域。
土黄色的灵禁密密麻麻变幻，勾勒出一方类似九宫格一样的龟甲纹路。
在圣山中的庞大洞窟中，元狐修仙界战力最强的元鳄大妖王，天玄宫宫主天玄真君两位元婴后期修士坐于高处。
洞窟内，还有另外的元婴后期修士五人，外加二十三位元婴中期修士，剩下的一百多人都是元婴初期。
在场的或是一方宗主，家主、或是一方长老，可以说整个元狐修仙界的底蕴都在这了。
“诸位，化神压境，我元狐界修仙联盟当同舟共济，倘若有谁敢阳奉阴违，本妖王绝不手软。”
元鳄大妖王的话语落下，天玄真君眸光也冷冽异常，看了一眼洞窟中诸多修士，可开了口。
“阳奉阴违者诛杀，背后势力同样会被废掉法力，贬为矿奴，生世不得翻身。”
……
一路横穿山河的怪蛇，远远的看见了笼罩在天地间的土黄色乌龟壳。
“狂妄的蝼蚁，真以为组成联军就能挡得住本尊！”
怪蛇周身缭绕着浓烈的腐臭之气，它的双眸更是激射出两道血芒。
虽说话语中怒火中烧，可怪蛇却也郑重起来，身上鼓起的烂疮冒起了一股股黑色气流，涌现出了数不清的朦胧怨影，形成了一片鬼哭狼嚎的场景。
多年来，这些蝼蚁已经不是那么容易拿捏的了。
从核心大陆一同出来的化神修士，已经有两位陨落在了这些蝼蚁手中。
堂堂化神陨落小小元婴宗门之手，一切的责任都在那神秘的兑换势力身上。
都是这个兑换势力，给小元婴宗门提供了抗衡化神的手段。
让这些可以随意拿捏的小元婴们，有胆子抗衡化神灵尊，这个兑换势力简直就是在破坏界域的秩序。
可此势力隐藏太深，时至而今依旧摸不到它的尾巴所在。
轰隆隆。
一时间，方圆数千里区域狂风大作。
呼吸间，本来万里无云的天空，被滚滚黑色腐烂的气息笼罩起来。
天地在这一片区域好似一下子黑了起来。
滚滚腐烂气息冲向了龟壳阵法，碰撞之间龟壳发出了刺耳滋滋声音，可以看到阵法上的大片灵禁不断的被腐蚀，冒出黑色的烟尘。
“撑住！”
龟壳大阵之下，以元鳄大妖王、天玄真君为首的元婴后期修士们领头，各自抱着一块阵盘，以身化阵眼。
三千里区域内，元婴、金丹修士密密麻麻的盘坐在不同的地方，或是山巅，或是山谷，或是地底灵脉之上。
一道道身影此刻全部都土黄色灵光包围，笼罩在外的光球如星辰。
一缕缕土黄色的灵机，从大地深处的土黄状的灵脉中抽出，汇聚到了大阵之上，和坠落的腐烂气息碰撞着。
元狐圣山地底的灵脉介于四阶上品和五阶之间，此刻配上五阶下品龟山玄甲阵，又有一百多位元婴修士，三千金丹化身阵眼，在黑暗中化为了一座龟甲山岳。
“蝼蚁，蝼蚁，蝼蚁！”
黑暗中，怪蛇嘴巴开阖，吞吐着大量的黑色的腐烂之气。
一百多元婴，几千金丹在它眼前和蝼蚁没有什么区别，都是这座阵法，都是那可恶的兑换势力。
“咔嚓！”
怒吼中的怪蛇身上泛起一道幽光，随即绽放出了刺目的血色，凌空化为了一只若闪灵一般的血色巨爪。
魄人的气势隔着龟甲大阵坠冲击到了山中，山脉各处不少主持大阵的修士纷纷发出了闷哼，大口吐出鲜血。
轰隆！
看到龟甲大阵晃动，血色巨爪对着大阵狠狠的抓了下去。
巨大的碰撞声响，惊天动地，龟甲上爆开了亿万道灵禁，破灭如火花一般照亮了万里昏暗虚空。
大阵内部，主阵之一的玄宫和元鳄一人一妖，在察觉到巨爪的冲击的刹那，各自摸出了半张符箓。
两半的符箓当空合一，被法力激活之后当空化为了一株参天巨木，枝条繁茂遮掩了三千里，将属于巨爪造成的震荡抵消，使得掌控阵法的三千金丹修士免被震死。
参天灵树符箓一闪而逝，符箓重新收敛悬浮在了阵法内最高处，吞吐着耀眼夺目的青色芒光。
“五阶灵符！”
怪蛇看到悬浮的灵符，愤怒的大吼。
“该死的兑换势力！”
都是这些该死的灵符、阵法，让这些蝼蚁有底气敢跟它掰腕子。
“死来！”
愤怒的怪蛇再次出手。
轰隆隆！ 龟壳防御大阵再次剧烈的晃动，参天的灵木符箓又一次枝繁叶茂，化为了三千里华盖挡住了震荡的能量。
轰隆隆！ 轰隆隆！ 滚滚雷音炸裂，可龟壳不动如山。
“该死的蝼蚁！”
怪蛇气的冒烟，可它自始至终都没有靠阵法太近。
以往蝼蚁被逼急了也只会无能的狂吼，可如今不一样了，这些蝼蚁身上的那面五阶令牌，一旦逼急了就会和它来一个同归于尽。
早在其他大陆上，它就已经尝过这个代价了。
阵法内的一众修士，经过连续的和怪蛇交手，精神一个个萎靡不已，一大半金丹修士胸膛前的法袍上染血。
他们才三阶实力，能有幸参与进来和化神抗衡而不死，已经是叨天之幸。
山腹深处洞窟内，很多金丹修士走出来，开始趁着怪蛇攻击的间歇，替换下重创的金丹。
……
洞天内。
元狐圣山发生的场景，一幕幕的出现在沈炼的眼前。
沈炼盘着大黑，看着这场蝼蚁抗衡化神的防御战，整体还是不错的。
同样的场景，也发生在了偏远区域的金鹏修仙界。
一样的手段，组成一个大龟壳。
整个修仙界内的元婴修士齐聚一堂组成了修仙联盟，遣散一部分金丹势力，在四阶灵脉中放上同归于尽的异宝。
葬海想要搞血食，偏偏让它们搞不成。
欺负偏远修仙界没有化神是吧，那就一座修仙界组成一座修仙联盟。
将各宗的兑换点汇聚在一起，兑换五阶阵法、灵符。
这个过程中自然有利益纠纷，比如为啥选定在你家山门打造阵法，我家修士怎么重伤不治这么多。
可这些事情都被强行压下，战后会有相应的兑换点进行补偿。
沈炼给这些偏远修仙界定的目标不高，能自保就行。
抗住化神初期修士冲击，不要被抓去资敌就是胜利。
而有元婴大圆满修士坐镇的修仙界，抗住化神初期的同时，可以尝试着击伤或者击杀化神。
自保为前提，有富裕的话可以尝试出击获取战果。
而中间区域的修仙界中，目标就要高一点了，要有打的化神初期不敢上门的气势，同时可以抗衡普通化神中期的底气。
Of course, this is just Shen Lian’s current idea. Due to limited time, there are only more than 50 immortal realms that make up the Immortal Cultivation Alliance.
It will take some time for all the immortal cultivation circles to form an alliance, and some of the Divine Transformation sects in the middle area also need to be cleaned up.
The more sects there are in the world of immortal cultivation, the more things there are to think about, and the more difficult it is to integrate them.
Shen Lian didn't pay attention to these things and just forced them together.
As long as you are good, I will give you magical treasures, talismans and elixirs.
It doesn’t matter if you are not well behaved, just be well behaved in your next life.
If you don't join the Turtle Shell Alliance, you will be captured by the God of Transformation and used as blood food. It's your choice.
With a carrot in one hand and a stick in the other, most of the cultivators in the major cultivation circles are still very well behaved.
A world of immortal cultivation is like a turtle shell. It can not only keep out the Burial Sea, but also drive out the Exiled Immortal Tower, thus killing two birds with one stone.
In addition, through the integration of various immortal cultivation circles, Shen Lian accidentally discovered the news of the Ascension Tower.
No wonder I couldn’t get any news about the Ascension Tower and its subordinate monks. These guys didn’t even use the Heaven-Repairing Order.
You should know that in order to promote the Bu Tian Ling, the benefits were inhumane, and the monks used all kinds of tricks to attract people for resources.
Unexpectedly, in the remote world of immortal cultivation, there are still some cultivators who do not have the Heaven-Repairing Order.
These people are ostensibly the leaders or elders of various sects, but secretly they also receive salaries from the Ascension Tower. Each of them is a master of time management.
However, Shen Lian did not touch these people. He and the Ascension Tower were not enemies who would fight to the death. The other fellow was still chatting with him every now and then.
It has been more than a thousand years. Do you know how he survived these thousand years?
At every moment, there is always an old man silently expressing his feelings.
It's perverted just to think about it, making him look like a scumbag.
Every time he finished his confession, he would lock Butian Ling in a small dark room.
With this man taking the lead, it is not surprising that the vassal monks do not have the Heaven-Repairing Order.
All I can say is that this old man is both ruthless and steady.
“Master, according to the information we have collected, this wave of incarnation is indeed heading for the flesh and blood essence of the Nascent Soul level.
You can see that in the two immortal cultivation worlds of Yuanhu and Jinpeng, they destroyed the cities along the way while venting their anger on the road. "
Before asking all walks of life to form an immortal cultivation alliance, Shen Lian also considered whether doing so would allow these gods to ruthlessly slaughter the entire immortal cultivation world.
For this reason, he also prepared an extra backup plan to prevent these gods from going crazy.
But now it seems that the purpose of these buried sea gods is very clear, and they are heading straight for the Nascent Soul level sects in various places.
Moreover, these gods buried in the sea are also restricted by heaven and earth, and will be struck by lightning from time to time.
…
The core eighteen continents.
The towering trees swayed, and their branches were like whips, lashing the surrounding void and breaking the space.
Behind the broken space, a formation formed by a series of spiritual restrictions connected like a fishing net appeared.
After the branches shattered the space, brilliant sparks burst out when they collided with the formation. Each spark was as big as a star and made a sharp explosion.
The crabapple-like spiritual leaves on the towering trees turned into pieces of blazing golden light and slammed into the formation, creating a terrifying scene like a tsunami. However, the formation hidden in the back of the space remained stable and secure.
This scene made the giant trees let out a shrill whistle, and more spiritual leaves fell from the trees, gathering into a ball of light, and smashed towards the formation again.
Rumble.
At the moment when the space was shattered, a green and crystal branch like a thorn from the giant tree pierced through the void and suddenly disappeared into the fragments of space.
Thousands of miles away, the fat white sea lord's figure suddenly shook.
The tender green branch suddenly pierced into his forehead, and then released a bloodthirsty aura, wanting to devour the essence of flesh and blood.
“Buzz!”
But the moment the branches shook, the sea lord's body cracked like foam and turned into white light.
"evil creature!"
A cold voice sounded from another place, and a sharp bone claw grabbed down from the air, igniting a ball of pale and cold flame that enveloped the branch.
A shrill scream was heard, and the branches were about to rush back, but the pale flames followed them like a shadow, constantly burning the branches to ashes.
Even though the branches pulled back in panic, they took the pale flames with them.
On the trunk of the giant tree, spiritual leaves rustled, and a dazzling sapphire light became brighter, forming thick log-shaped voids that smashed down towards the Sea Lord.
"You are such an ungrateful wolf that you can't tame. You even want to swallow me."
The sharp bone claws smashed the logs in the sky. The Sea Lord stepped into the air, rolling up circles of pale fire and rushing towards the giant trees. A large amount of wood-attributed spiritual energy dissipated under the flames.
The giant tree made a strange squeak, and attracted countless branches to block itself.
But the Sea Lord did not give up. Instead, he rolled up a pale fire dragon that was ten thousand feet long and devoured large tracts of branches.
In the towering trees, there was a vague tree spirit that looked like a human, roaring and waving its fangs and claws, but it simply could not get out of the trees. Every time it tried to rush out, it would be beaten back by a ball of blazing and hot spiritual ban.
"Wait a little longer, you evil creature. Your blood food will be here soon."
Only after most of the branches of the giant tree were burned and withered did the Sea Lord summon the Pale Flame Dragon back to his side to protect him, but he did not look relaxed at all.
Some leaves and branches will not cause much damage to the tree and will grow back in no time.
But this tree is too sinister and is a spiritual tree that is forbidden to be planted in the fairy world. Almost all forces that cultivate this tree will be backfired by it without exception.
The adults in the upper realm felt it was dangerous, but were reluctant to give up the opportunities brought by the tree, so they placed it in the lower realm to cultivate, passing the danger on to themselves.
This strategy can be considered a success. After all, the restrictions of the rules of the lower realm make it impossible for living beings to advance to the sixth level, unless the order of heaven and earth is further expanded and the upper limit of the realm is raised.
After shocking the giant tree, the Sea Lord flew to a stone palace thousands of miles away.
At the entrance of the stone hall, Gousheng Lingzun looked pale, with blood flowing from a hole in his right shoulder.
This was because he was careless and was bitten by the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree. The tree bit him three inches into his bones and sucked out a large amount of his blood and essence.
"Sea Lord."
Gou Sheng smiled bitterly, "This ungrateful wolf is so ungrateful. If it weren't for the help of the Sea Lord, I would have become its food."
The Yin-Yang Sacred Tree needs to absorb the essence of flesh and blood every once in a while, otherwise it will go crazy. Once it goes crazy, it will not distinguish between friend and foe.
In the realm of the core continent, there are few real flesh and blood creatures except the Medieval Clan.
There was a sinister gleam in the Sea Lord's eyes. Now he could still suppress the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree, but if things continued like this, it would not be so easy.
"We can take some time off once the next batch of high-level flesh and blood essence arrives."
After comforting Gou Sheng, the Sea Lord said, "You go and heal your wounds. I will stay nearby and watch over this magic tree for the time being."
Gousheng nodded and sighed, "Thank you for taking care of the blood food matter, Sea Lord."
As soon as these words were spoken, the Sea Lord's already sinister expression became even gloomier.
According to the news sent back by the monks who were sent out to achieve the state of transformation, their efforts to obtain high-level blood food were repeatedly frustrated.
Small sects in remote areas formed tortoise shell alliances to block the attacks of the gods.
Qing Yishui's tortoise shell formation and fifth-order towering spiritual wood type talismans.
Let a group of Yuanying and Jindan ants gather together and have the means to fight back.
"The exchange forces are indeed the cause of trouble!"
The Sea Lord frowned. What made him most helpless was that until now he still didn't know the real name of this force.
Now, this force is clearly trying to get him, but he is still completely clueless.
It’s not that we didn’t check, it’s that we didn’t find anything.
It's like it suddenly appeared from a corner.
There are enemies hiding in the dark outside, and a demon tree that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe inside. The sense of urgency in the Sea Lord's heart is getting stronger and stronger.
He didn't want much, just to have the passage to the fairy world opened smoothly so he could leave.
…
Sitting cross-legged in the void, gazing at the towering trees across the void, the Sea Lord looked worried.
As time went by, some of the branches that had been burned by the pale flames began to grow back.
After five years, the silent giant tree made a rustling sound again, and its branches broke through the air and attacked the Sea Lord.
"evil creature."
This was the only word that the Sea Lord kept repeating. It could be said that this tree had no spirituality at all. It only remembered to eat but not to be beaten.
Once it wakes up from its slumber and it's time to eat, it will become like a madman, attacking all living creatures it can see.
Coincidentally, almost all the flesh and blood creatures in the core continent have been devoured by it, and the remaining flesh and blood creatures are impossible to feed it.
After a series of attacks, the Yin-Yang Holy Tree was hurt and finally became quiet again.
But this silence would not last long. Without blood to eat, the sacred tree would intermittently and continuously attack any flesh and blood creature it sensed.
The Sea Lord, who had suppressed hundreds of riots of the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree for more than ten years, finally couldn't hold it back anymore.
A broken bone hand with five missing fingers was summoned out from his dantian and injected with magic power.
The bony palm flashed with white light, and countless runes emerged in the air, forming a structure similar to a twisted wormhole.
"Send back the collected blood and flesh essence."
The words of the Sea Lord turned into vibration ripples and were transmitted along the twisted wormhole.
"My Lord, I am incompetent. Several cultivation worlds have been repelled by the combined forces of Nascent Soul cultivators. Currently, I have only collected the flesh and blood essence of a few early Nascent Soul cultivators."
"Sea Lord, I am incompetent and was injured by a group of ants."
"My Lord, I am incompetent..."
…
Before long, responses came back from the twisted wormhole.
"Incompetent, a bunch of trash!"
Hearing the words of his subordinates who had transformed into gods, the angry Sea Lord smashed the void in front of him with his big hands.
"A group of gods are defeated by a Yuanying-level cultivator. You are really incompetent."
"My Lord, these ants have united together, and they also have various high-level spiritual treasures and talismans. It's not that my subordinates are not dedicated, but that the ants have a backer."
"They have constructed a fifth-order formation, and it is a fifth-order formation that has been deliberately improved. The pressure of the formation is dispersed and transferred to thousands or tens of thousands of Jindan cultivators. This is obviously a means to deal with us."
"That fifth-order formation is shaped like a tortoise shell, with a range of three thousand miles at the smallest and six to seven thousand miles at the largest. All the Nascent Soul cultivators in the entire cultivation world have gathered under the tortoise shell, leaving us no chance to attack."
Listening to the words coming back, the Sea Lord said angrily, "What's the point of me keeping you guys?"
"Master, low-level blood and flesh essence is not enough?"
"The world of immortal cultivation is vast and boundless. Even though the Nascent Soul is hiding, there are still many Golden Cores and Foundation Establishment cultivators."
The words of these dispatched demigod monks are full of brutality and anger. They can't break the turtle shell, nor can they kill you ants.
"My Lord, these monks are linked together as a means of exchanging power.
We must not compromise on this matter. We must knock down a few turtle shells and teach them a severe lesson.
Otherwise, how can I, Zang Hai, collect blood food in the future? These ants will even take advantage of me, and where will my dignity be?"
The Sea Lord's eyes wandered for a few breaths, and then he said, "You are right. We have never been able to catch the tail of the exchange force in these years. Now that he has appeared and connected with the sects in various places, we must teach him a lesson. This matter must not be let go."
"It's just a turtle shell, smash it!"
"First, return the blood food you have collected."
…
In the twisted wormhole, balls of blood fell down, and the tumbling gourds fell one by one.
The gourd floated in the air and then opened, spewing out streams of blood from its mouth, aiming in the direction of the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree.
With a rustling sound, dozens of branches shot out from the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree, spanning the void and hitting the gourd.
But the blood released from these gourds was very little and was completely swept away by the branches in just one breath.
Seeing that no more blood was flowing out of the gourd, the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree let out a shrill cry, rolled up its branches and lashed the gourd out, and even swept a part of it towards the Sea Lord.
"What a curse!"
The Sea Lord shouted angrily again. Although he knew that the harvest this time would not be great, he did not expect it to be so little.
The blood and flesh essence of all the Nascent Souls in the gourds only add up to about forty people. Those lower-level Golden Cores and Foundation Establishment are completely useless.
The Yin-Yang Holy Tree has a very picky taste, and it is useless to those below the Nascent Soul stage.
The Sea Lord hit back the branch of the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree again, his eyes gloomy and uncertain. As early as hundreds of years ago, he was very wary of the exchange forces and did not want to provoke them. He just wanted to run away safely.
But until now, we still haven't received any signal from the fairy world.
According to past records, hundreds of years of error are normal due to the influence of the rules in the turbid sea.
But this disrupted his plans.
This magic tree doesn't care about anything else and will eat when it's hungry.
In the past, every few hundred years, he would arrange for several indigenous divine forces to destroy a remote area of immortal cultivation that had been selected in advance.
No matter how weak a cultivation realm is, there are at least two or three hundred Nascent Soul cultivators. If you add in the essence squeezed out by some low-level cultivators with good spiritual roots, it is enough to keep the magic tree safe for a while.
The indigenous gods obtained the resources within the realm and the blood and flesh essence of hundreds of millions of ordinary creatures, and were very happy to do this kind of thing.
But since the mysterious exchange force swept through the Yunxiao Realm more than a thousand years ago, not only had the good rules of drawing lots been forced to change, but now even getting some blood-eating cakes for Tree Master was restricted.
The Sea Lord's eyes showed thoughtfulness. At this moment, it was not a question of whether he wanted to fight back, but a question of whether he had to do so.
Once Tree Master goes completely crazy, there is a chance that he will be sucked dry, and he will not distinguish between friend and foe.
But we need to plan before fighting back.
Sitting cross-legged in mid-air, the Sea Lord's eyes were fixed on the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree, searching uncertainly.
After eating a few mouthfuls of blood, the Yin-Yang Holy Tree became more violent than before.
He was already hungry, but now when he was given a bite of food, it was neither ingested nor swallowed, and he became even more irritable.
Hiss.
A sharp sound was heard, and branches pierced through the void and attacked the Sea Lord.
The Sea Lord, who had anticipated this, transformed into a pale fire dragon again and burned the Yin-Yang Sacred Tree back.
Just like that, more than ten years passed in the blink of an eye, and the Sea Lord's face showed some fatigue.
Over the years, he had fought off the Tree's madness thousands of times.
"My Lord, it's useless. It's all just a turtle shell."
The Divine Transformation cultivators roaming outside kept sending messages back.
As long as they reach a world of immortal cultivation, it won’t take long for the cultivators in the world to quickly gather together.
"My Lord, this exchange force controls all the sects. We have no way to break the turtle shell. We can only try to find some scattered cultivators to attack."
The news that came back made the Sea Lord feel depressed.
How could he not guess that the exchange force controlled the Nascent Soul cultivators.
A very sneaky method, first use spiritual objects to lure the monks into the exchange platform, and then use it to control the entire Yunxiao world.
He has been hiding in the dark from beginning to end, controlling everything from afar.
The mastermind behind this is truly evil.
Until this day, a jade ring the size of three fingers flew out from the storage magic treasure. A smile appeared on the tired face of the Sea Lord, and he turned into a wealthy man again.
Here comes help.
The jade ring flickered, and the dim light formed a young monk in a long robe and a tall crown, with an astonishing aura.
"Brother Changqing, I haven't seen you for many years, but you are still as elegant as ever."
A warm smile appeared on the sea master's fat face.
"Fellow Daoist Master Hai, you are indeed a shopkeeper. Your cultivation skills are unrivaled in the world. Even though they have come to our doorstep and are forcing us to death, you are still so calm and composed."
The Sea Lord smiled and said, "Brother Changqing, I am not as idle as you. I practice in seclusion in the sixth-level spiritual treasure every day. I have an ancestor in my family. For hundreds of years, I have been trapped here and unable to move forward. There are many things that I am willing to do but unable to do."
“The exiled envoys of my Exiled Immortal Tower in various immortal cultivation worlds have been killed or injured, and the affiliated forces have also suffered repeated attacks.
"I have been in seclusion for these years, and the world has almost become unrecognizable."
Zhong Changqing said coldly, "My Exiled Immortal Tower and Buried Sea are of the same blood. We have always been the most powerful in the world, but now we are being pressed step by step. If we don't take action, will there be a place for you and me in the Yunxiao World in the future?"
"Fellow Daoist Changqing is right. If you don't come to look for me, I will go to look for you."
The Sea Lord narrowed his eyes and nodded in agreement.
"This force, which has been hiding for many years, really thinks that it can stir up the Yunxiao Realm by controlling some Yuanying Sects. It is totally wrong. There are so many cultivators in this world, it is not so easy to control them."
“It’s time for those indigenous Divine Transformation Sects to take action, otherwise they will really think that our fame in the Cloud World is just a false reputation.”
"A group of small Yuanying sects still want to make trouble. This time we must kill them and make them timid and fearful."
The two discussed for a long time before Zhong Changqing in the dim light disappeared, and the Sea Lord's scorching eyes took a long time to converge.
…
"The Turtle Shell Alliance of the Fuluo Cultivation Realm has been successfully established."
"The Turtle Shell Alliance of the Mountain-Shaking Cultivation World has been successfully established."
Inside the Bu Tian Pearl, light screens were suspended in the air, and each of them reflected the components of the alliance in different realms of immortal cultivation.
"The Moluo Clan is similar to the Xuanyou Clan, who control a single immortal realm. They have previously hunted remote immortal realms, so they are excluded from forming an alliance."
Dahei kept chattering, reporting the news to Shen Lian bit by bit.
After the alliance is formed, it is very important to continuously identify the internal monks.
There are too many monks in the sects who are masters of time management. They receive salaries from the sect, but also have to take care of other trivial things.
It's fine if they belong to the Ascension Tower, but if they belong to the Exiled Immortal Tower, the Burial Sea, or some demonic sects and tribes, they must be eliminated.
In the sky above Shen Lianluotie's cave, a map of the three thousand-mile-wide Yunxiao Realm and the major immortal cultivation realms was spread out.
More than 600 immortal cultivation realms in the Yunxiao Realm appeared in three dimensions. Starting from the edge, on the three-dimensional ground of the immortal cultivation realms that surrounded it, earth-yellow turtle-like shadows appeared one after another.
These turtle shells continue to appear in other immortal cultivation circles, and each appearance represents the successful establishment of an alliance.
Looking around, the map is full of turtles.
It looks like a picture of turtles having a meeting.
The author of this painting, Master Shen, is still lifting weights to speed up the creation of the turtle.
…
This day.
Above the Xuanyou ancestral land.
A treasure ship, sparkling with spiritual light and filled with exotic flowers and plants, penetrated the void and descended.
Shen Lian, who was lifting weights, was awakened.
After coming back to his senses, he immediately put on Xuan Hao's vest.
Although the treasure ship was shining brightly, Shen Lian could still detect the rotten smell deep inside.
He was very familiar with this smell.
Did Zanghai's incarnation monk think that he could get away with it by putting on a vest like him?
The treasure ship was floating outside the Xuanyou ancestral land, and a cultivator wearing colorful clothes, stepping on colorful clouds, and with a mark of possession on his forehead rose into the air.
"I am the envoy from the core continent. Where is the Xuanyou clan's god?"
(End of this chapter)