Inside the cave.

"Your strength is still not good enough, you can only fight with Lianxu."

Shen Lian looked at the Holy Demon, somewhat dissatisfied.

A single small rule combined with the Tao is the "super ten thousand" level in terms of combat power as defined by him.

As the original body with a combat power of 'over ten thousand', although it is not durable, it can be said that it has touched the category of a cultivator with small rules and principles. Naturally, he has opinions about the Holy Demon.

A cultivator who has just advanced to the Hedao realm is naturally at his weakest. It is only that his realm has been elevated, and his magic power and soul have been baptized by the spiritual essence of heaven and earth, but his casting and cognition of magic are still at the refining void level.

This is also the reason why cultivators who have broken through to a higher realm will go into seclusion for a long period of time after advancing, in order to make up for their shortcomings.

"Don't use the sword in the future. It's a bit unprofessional to practice the magic way without practicing the banner and sword."

Wearing the immortal robe of "Deshan" and holding the soul-refining banner, anyone who disobeys will go to the soul-refining banner to become a demon soul. This is a good demon cultivator who follows the example of the Heavenly Law.

"Not only do you not have the Hedao spell, I don't have the Hunyuan spell either."

Although he despised the Holy Demon, Shen Lian himself had a clear understanding that the method he used to deal with the Hedao cultivators was to condense a drop of Hunyuan magic power.

Although this move did achieve some results, the result was that two people were injured and disabled.

In addition, this move did not make the maximum use of Hunyuan magic power and the rules of comprehension.

It can be said that the power of rules that have been comprehended over the years is almost like goods stored in the warehouse.

Having the power of rules but not using it to the maximum extent did not matter before, as one could easily defeat the small Lianxu. But if one wants to rival the Hedao, one must cultivate the power of rules and the Hunyuan magic power carefully.

After carefully examining the Holy Demon, Shen Lian had a rough idea of ​​what the Dao Foundation Realm's integration with the Dao would be like.

Needless to say, those who have just advanced to the Dao like the Holy Demon are the worst.

The old man from Dingyuan Immortal Sect who was killed at that time was one level weaker than Shengmo, who had just advanced to the next level.

The female cultivators of the Xianhu Sect are stronger than the Holy Demon.

When Shen Lian killed the female cultivator from the Xianhu Sect, he was just taking shortcuts. If it weren't for the desperate efforts of Mi Xuzi's clone, it wouldn't have been so easy to get the kill.

As for the newly advanced Hedao cultivators, after a period of seclusion, they will comprehend their magic to the seventh level. With the help of seventh-level spiritual treasures, their combat power can be increased by at least 70%, or even doubled.

If there is an opportunity and one obtains a Dao Seed with corresponding attribute rules, one's combat power will increase further.

This is just a combination of small rules. If it is a combination of large rules, it will be even stronger.

From this we can see that even at the same level of Taoism, the gap in strength is still as big as a chasm.

"Alas, I can only deal with holy demons now."

The clear data laid out in front of him naturally made Shen Lian recognize himself clearly. He still couldn't be complacent. Let alone encountering the twelfth floor, even if he encountered a senior Taoist monk who had condensed the Dao seeds, he would be trapped in a desperate situation.

Of course, there is no need to underestimate himself. He did not take the formation into account when estimating his combat power. If he had the seventh-level formation, he would have no problem running away if he couldn't win.

"I don't have any matching Hunyuan spells, not even any formations... I'm even more blank than a blank slate, I can't see the blackness of myself when I'm standing on the Holy Demon."

Suddenly, Shen Lian felt very uneasy. The foundation he had accumulated was far from enough.

Although he is a seventh-level formation master, he does not have a seventh-level formation in his hands.

With such background, beating Lianxu is definitely like a father beating his son, but his imaginary enemy is Hedao!

It's difficult!

"There are no materials for the seventh-level formation, but the spell can be comprehended."

"Comprehend the spell!"

In a flash, Shen Lian made up his mind.

Without matching spells, Hunyuan magic power is like an alchemist having a furnace but no fire.

Once there is a matching spell, the Hunyuan magic power will burst out with its due power, and the combat power will naturally be further enhanced.

Now, in the comprehension of the rules, the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, the Soul Path, and the Blood Path have all reached the third level. The Five Elements and Yin and Yang are the basic rules, the Soul Path assists the soul, and the Blood Path assists the body.

The utilization rate of these rules is really touching.

Gradually Shen Lian calmed down. There was a bright purple light in his sea of ​​consciousness. The Hunyuan Jade Disc slowly turned, shedding colorful spiritual light and surrounded by wisps of purple mist.

"The best mana must be paired with the strongest spells..."

In the purple mist, the little man with divine consciousness muttered something.

…

As time goes by, the scene in the turbid sea seems to remain unchanged for eternity, with diffuse dust particles floating slowly.

There are no plants or trees here, only endless gray and dust that fills your mouth as soon as you open it.

In the turbidity, dots of green light were looming like lights in the fog. A strange monk with scales all over his back lowered his head forward, shaking it constantly and sniffing around.

"This cultivator is in this area."

Zhuolang's three eyes flashed with green light. It had been searching this area for hundreds of years, narrowing the search range bit by bit.

The split mouth swallowed the foul air in front of it. Not long after, the filtered dust was discharged from the body through the gaps between the scales on the body.

This is the secret technique of the Qingshen clan, which can capture the remaining breath of turbid air.

As long as a cultivator passes through turbid air, even if he tries his best to restrain his breath, his body will always collide with the turbid air.

As long as there is contact, traces will be left and will be captured by the Qingshen clan's secret method.

Perhaps this is God's compensation for the Qingshen Clan being trapped in the turbid sea.

Ever since they were trapped at the lowest level of the realm by those high-handed fellows, this endless and turbid land has been the hunting ground of their Qingshen clan.

Except for some powerful holy places, the rest of the cultivators are the prey of the Qingshen Clan.

Of course, it was not like this at the beginning. At that time, the Qingshen Clan had a very high bottom line, and any cultivator who came into the Turbid Sea was the Qingshen Clan's prey.

Later... later they suffered a blow, the old guys from Haotian Realm and even Cangtian Realm were so shameless that they came down personally to cause trouble, and even the Third Ancestor had to give in.

Finally, an alliance was agreed upon that some disciples of the Dahedao in Haotian and Cangtian would be spared as long as they did not go too far.

Of course, the alliance is the alliance, and the bottom line is flexible. If it really gets the chance, it doesn't mind letting disciples from big sects be reborn.

The Qingshen Clan is a general term, referring to all bloodline branch creatures living in the Turbid Sea.

The three green-bodied ancestors, who are revered by all branches, are all Mahayana monks.

However, the three ancestors belong to different bloodlines and live in the deepest part of the Turbid Sea. No one knows the specific whereabouts of the three ancestors.

In short, it is because of the protection of the Third Ancestor that the Qingshen Clan was able to pass on.

If you want to know why there are shameless old guys from Haotian and Cangtian coming down to cause trouble, it’s because the Turbid Sea is a better place.

This was originally a place where turbid air was stored that they created. They were reluctant to part with the spiritual creatures shrouded in turbid air, and some cultivators felt that the turbid air here was thick and sparsely populated, so it was a good place to overcome the tribulation.

In addition, these cultivators who came down were not good people either. Sometimes they would hunt the Qingshen tribe to refine soul-seeking treasures.

It is so vast and endless that it is very difficult to find the spiritual essence land hidden inside. If one has a soul-seeking treasure made with materials from the Qingshen clan cultivators, the probability of finding the spiritual essence land will be much greater.

The turbid angel walked and stopped in the turbid air, it was not in a hurry. The time of seclusion for cultivators after transcending the tribulation would not be too short, as long as people were in the turbid sea, they could not leave.

This opportunity belongs to it.

Originally, it went to look for another member of the same tribe to discuss another matter concerning the Hedao heavenly calamity. Unexpectedly, it sensed the calamity aura before it set out. It immediately asked its tribesmen to look for them, and unexpectedly, they actually found them.

This is a great tonic for the Hedao monk who has just transcended the tribulation.

"That's weird. It's obviously nearby, so why isn't it here?"

Two years later, Zhuolang once again manifested itself in the turbid air, with doubts flashing in its three eyes. It had determined that Hedao, who had just transcended the tribulation, was within tens of millions of miles nearby, but it had searched the area several times and still could not find him.

"Do you think you can hide away?"

After a moment, a cold light flashed in Zhuolang's eyes.

Strange sounds came from its belly, like the dull roar of a beast. The turbid air in all directions began to vibrate, and later directly caused waves.

"If you don't come out, I will burn you out."

"Eclipse Moon Sky Fire!"

Faint flames came out from Zhuolang's mouth, and the flames turned into a huge fireball in the sky, rolling in all directions.

The foul air that permeated the surroundings not only failed to hinder the flames that emitted a chill, but instead increased the power of the fireballs.

Fireballs rolled around, turning an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles in all directions into a sea of ​​fire, burning fiercely.

In the flames, the turbid air was burned away bit by bit, and the tiny dust particles were first condensed into crystals and then turned into powder in the cold flames.

"I will burn out your hiding place!"

Pieces of dim flames swept in all directions, and Zhuolang's three eyes in the flames were like lightning, constantly scanning the burning area.

The raging fire spread out little by little. Although the speed was not fast, it was only tens of millions of miles in radius. Even if it burned thoroughly, it would not take a hundred years.

…

Forty years passed.

There was a faint glow of flame, and Zhuolang's three eyes were filled with anger.

In front of it, a tiny grain of sand is no different from the other dust around it.

The moment the spiritual restriction on the gravel was broken, an empty cave was revealed, along with a wisp of dissipating air.

"How dare you play tricks on me!"

Zhuolang grabbed the cave in his hand and crushed it into powder. He felt very angry.

After being busy for hundreds of years, I finally found loneliness.

An empty cave, the remaining aura inside was actually just that of a Void Refining Ant.

Damn it, he didn't even want to release a live bait, just a wisp of air.

"Damn it! No matter where you hide, as long as you are in the Turbid Sea, I will catch you and eat you alive!"

Zhuolang whispered that since this was a trick, it meant that this cultivator was not very strong and wanted to confuse people.

Two claw-like hands repeatedly made hand gestures, strange syllables came out of his mouth, and rolling evil air swept in all directions. The bluestone surrounding his head glowed with light, piercing through the vast turbid air.

at the same time.

In the depths of the foul air where the direction could not be discerned, an extremely large grey continent was suspended.

The continent is mountainous, with deep valleys, and its true appearance cannot be seen.

Suddenly, rays of green light lit up from the deep valley, and then a strange sound was heard, and rays of green light flew out like green lightning.

In the middle area of ​​the continent, a magical treasure shaped like a scallop shell flew out, caught these green figures, broke through the thick turbid air and rushed out.

"The ancestor has ordered us to search the heavens and earth for the trace.

…

In a cave deep in the dust, Shen Lian, who was meditating in seclusion, suddenly woke up.

A fake palace he had specially set up was destroyed.

This time, coming to the Turbid Air Sea, in addition to allowing the clone to advance to the He Dao, the more important thing is to investigate the situation here and see if it is suitable for the next breakthrough in Hunyuan magic power.

The heavenly calamity of Hedao affected an area of ​​hundreds of millions of miles, and he was not sure whether he could meet a fellow Taoist in the vast sea of ​​turbid air, so he casually set up thirty-six suspicious palaces.

In such a vast area, they were able to find a suspicious person. If this was just a coincidence, then my ancestors would be very sorry.

"The cultivators who just passed the tribulation are all prey. How can the Turbid Sea be so deceiving?"

Shen Lian frowned. How come there wasn't even a piece of pure land in such a vast fairyland?

I thought such a place should be vast and sparsely populated with few forces, but I didn't expect it to be the opposite.

"Holy Demon Daozun, your prey is here, do you want to test the waters?"

"Forget it, let's first find out who he is. He even treats He Dao as prey. Don't underestimate his strength. You, the blank Taoist, are really worrying."

Anyone who dares to come after the Holy Demon must at least be a senior Taoist practitioner.

This is not surprising. If the cultivators in the Turbid Air Sea do not want to make a business with no capital, it would be better for them to rest at home.

…

"call……"

In the vast ocean of turbid air, figures with green light on their heads were scattered everywhere like chess pieces, forming the shape of a nine-square palace.

Each cultivator was separated by 100,000 miles. After dozens of Void-Refining cultivators spread out, they directly covered an area of ​​6 to 7 million miles in radius.

The green light above each of their heads was like a green torch, dancing with mysterious fluctuations. The turbid air in the area was affected and resonated together.

Zhuolan was suspended above everyone, muttering something.

The turbid air is vast, the Qingshen clan's cultivation resources are limited, and they cannot leave the sea of ​​turbid air, so they can only plunder in the sea of ​​turbid air.

Over the long years, this secret technique of joint searching has gradually been formed, for the purpose of searching the souls of foreign prey.

The resources in the Turbid Sea are not abundant, so we can only use the materials from outside as tools for our cultivation.

These are just the members of one of its settlements. If they were to unite with several other families, the scale of the search would be even larger.

"The Turbid Sea belongs to my Qingshen Clan. No matter where you hide, you will be exposed."

In the green light above his head, a voice was heard, "Ancestor, there is a fluctuation in the direction of the shock."

With a flash of his figure, Zhuolang quickly fled into the distance.

…

“Boom!”

"Asshole, you deceived me again!"

A whole cloud of turbid air was exploded, and the turbid ram fiercely crushed the cave that was dug out from a piece of remnant land.

The second one.

…

"Ancestor, there is a spiritual ban fluctuation in the Li position."

Zhuolang's figure disappeared in a flash, and a roar was heard again at the place where he rushed to.

"The third one!"

Three years later.

"The fourth one!"

…

Five years.

Ten years later.

"The eighteenth!"

“Can anyone tell me how many fake caves this damn guy has set up?”

His face turned a dark blue, and his magic power surged. "Turn him out for me. I don't believe he is so rich that he can just throw away a sixth-grade high-quality formation!"

The figures lined up in the sea of ​​turbid air. The leading ones who were in the late and perfect stages of the Void Refinement Realm were fine, but the other tribesmen who were in the early and middle stages of the Void Refinement Realm could not hold on any longer.

This kind of large-scale search array consumes a lot of magic power and soul, but the ancestor was furious and no one dared to step forward, so they could only hold on.

Unlike the monks living in Qingqi Heaven, who have elixirs to restore their magic power, they cannot. Apart from absorbing spiritual energy from the turbid air, they only have a few turbid medicines to use.

The formation formed by dozens of Qingshen clan monks moved horizontally as a whole in the turbid air. Wherever it passed, the turbid air surged, washing away all the spiritual forbidden fluctuations that appeared.

…

"The thirty-first one!"

Above the cave where flames were billowing, Zhuolang roared angrily.

"How dare you tease me, you little brat!"

The green feet stepped down repeatedly above the cave, and the rolling flames burned everything in the cave to ashes.

It seems that Zhuolang is a well-known person in the nearby area. He has participated in more than thirty large and small hunting events with the Hedao monks over the past hundred thousand years. He even received an order from a senior from the Qingshen clan, Yujing, and participated in the search for a powerful demon from the Yujing clan. However, this is the first time he has encountered such a cunning person.

If this gets out, the next time when they join forces to hunt down other Hedao monks from other Qingqi worlds, they will definitely be laughed to death by other fellow tribesmen.

The World of Pure Air is what the Qingshen Clan calls Haotian and Cangtian. Conversely, Haotian and Cangtian call them the Sea of ​​Turbid Air or the World of Turbid Air.

…

"You deserve to die. You scared me to death... Oh no, you're the Holy Demon."

Over the past few decades, more than thirty disguised nests were overturned at once. As the nest owner, Shen Lian naturally figured out who was targeting him.

An alien at the Dao Foundation level, and very ugly.

It has three eyes, a head covered with green jade, a hunchback and is covered with strange scales.

After much observation, Shen Lian saw that these alien races could directly absorb turbid air to practice, so they should be local species.

“The local forces are so rude.”

The mind slowly withdrew from the turbid air particles, and at the same time collected the sand and gravel into the small world.

There was no way. Shen Lian found that these guys' methods were too strange. They could actually capture the residual breath from the dust. Although the breath would dissipate over time, it did not mean that it could dissipate so cleanly.

Otherwise, his traces would not have been exposed and he would not have been searched in a dragnet manner. You know, this kind of human wave tactics and dragnet fishing were his signature skills back then. He didn't expect that after so many years, he would use them himself.

"Since you are the only one around here, don't blame me for trying out my new magic on you."

…

In the vast turbid air, the Qingshen clan monks lined up in formation were still searching with all their might.

Suddenly, the eyes of the suspended Zhuolang fixed, the green light rushing up from the top of its head swayed, and the three eyes released sharp rays at the same time.

"finally found you!"

In an instant, a green light rolled up and broke through the heavy fog.

After traveling thousands of miles, it had already left the search range of its tribesmen. Zhuolang raised its two green claws, and the rolling turbid air condensed into two huge palaces in its hands, which it smashed forward in the air.

Boom!

The gray palace collided with a rising red flame at the moment of falling. The deafening noise and dazzling light caused the void to collapse.

"ah!"

Under the exploding flames, a figure with a look of fear on his face fled quickly into the distance.

"A human who has advanced to the Path of Fire, and still wants to run away!"

Zhuolang laughed loudly, and the anger that had accumulated over the years finally found an outlet.

That’s right, it’s this guy. His aura is exactly the same as the one left over from the place of tribulation.

It turned out to be a human demon cultivator. No wonder he created so many fake mansions to deceive it.

"You can stay here to survive the tribulation on my territory."

As soon as he finished speaking, the green jade stones surrounding the top of the hammer lit up, and one by one they fell off his head, forming a jade belt that shot out.

A green light flickered, and balls of cold grey flames emanated from it, pressing down towards the fleeing figure.

At this moment, three eyes reflected a panicked figure, who suddenly turned around and revealed a strange smile.

"Ugly?"

"This human called it ugly!"

Zhuolang was stunned and said, "You humans are the ugly ones, your whole family is ugly."

…

A colorful light suddenly appeared behind Zhuolang, and a faint voice was heard.

"Fellow Daoist Ugly Monster, I have just learned a new soul technique called the Three Burials Soul Chaos Technique. Please appreciate it!"

In an instant, Zhuolang was shocked. There was someone else! Even the spell he was casting became turbulent, and the turbid air in all directions swayed.

Upon seeing this, the little man in Zhuolang's sea of ​​consciousness muttered something and put up a layer of protection for himself.

However, the green light gushing out from the top of his head was still shrouded in a colorful ocean. An ancient stone chime emerged from the colorful ocean, turned into starlight in the air, and crashed into Zhuolang's sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Even though the Qingshen clan's sea of ​​consciousness was slightly different in structure from that of the human race, the rolling starlight was like the Milky Way falling from the sky, instantly filling Zhuolang's sea of ​​consciousness.

Every point of starlight is a broken image, and there are more than billions of starlights, and each share contains countless messy fragments of memory.

In an instant, Zhuolang felt that his sea of ​​consciousness was flooded with billions of old bull noses, each of which was muttering chaotic spells.

"ah!"

The defense that protected the little divine man in a hurry was completely useless. This attack showed no virtue and directly surrounded the entire sea of ​​divine thoughts in a uniform manner.

The boundless broken memories formed a discourse of inverted yin and yang and disordered order. Countless fragments of information were endless, like billions of blades, quickly disrupting Zhuolang's memory.

As a Taoist monk, it has lived for 110,000 years. The extremely long memory of 110,000 years is like a vast ocean.

But the memory fragments that rushed in at this moment were not only chaotic, but also more terrifying and long-lasting than its own memories, as vast as clouds and smoke.

"ah!"

Zhuolang in the turbid air let out a scream, and the light emitted from his three eyes became disordered, his thoughts were confused, and the magic power in his body showed signs of losing control.

The inspiration for the Three Burial Soul-Confusing Technique comes from the Three Burial Talismans that he created when he was still a minor god.

During tens of thousands of years of cultivation, Shen Lian had searched the souls of countless cultivators and had also devoured the bodies of several cultivators. Including his own clones, his memories, if accumulated over the years, were no less than those of a cultivator who had practiced the Dao for more than 100,000 years.

This does not count as the inheritance of skills. Over the years, he has inherited various skills such as refining equipment, refining pills, and array formations. The content of any of these skills passed down is as vast as clouds and smoke.

What's more, all this information was broken up and merged together by Shen Lian, forming a Three Burial Soul Chaos Technique, which gathered into a sea of ​​broken memories.

Here, no information is correct, no information is complete, and no information is not crazy.

The theme is chaos and disorder, vast as smoke.

The effect of this attack was remarkable. A veteran Taoist monk was directly knocked into a state of shutdown by the Three Burials Soul Chaos Technique.

Although it did not kill the opponent's soul directly, it made the opponent's soul fall into a state of 'Where am I, who am I, and what the hell are these things'.

"If you plant a reincarnation, you will harvest an alchemy furnace."

"Come on, let's take a walk on the dry road."

"To make the elixir, one must first castrate oneself..."

"Daddy's daddy is called Daddy..."

…

The chaotic and disordered memories contained everything, not a single one of them could be reassembled intact, everything was so chaotic that it couldn't be any more chaotic, so much so that too much of it poured in at once, even the spiritual sea of ​​the Hedao cultivators went into an overloaded state.

"Fellow Daoist, I have another killer move, please appreciate it!"

Seeing that his opponent was in a system outage, Shen Lian naturally would not miss such a good opportunity. He disappeared on the spot in a flash.

The next moment, the surrounding void quickly twisted, with wind, thunder and lightning appearing inside.

The moment the wind and thunder appeared, they swallowed the zhulang in one go.

"ah!"

The sharp edge of space hit his body, waking up Zhuolan suddenly. He looked at the silver space storms that were rolling around him in horror. Wind and thunder were generated in every storm.

In a state of panic, Zhuolang didn't care about anything else and instinctively recited an obscure spell. The scales on his body suddenly stood up and streams of gray air surged out, quickly forming a thick layer of turbid air defense in his body.

"All-seeing Killing Technique!"

A cold voice rang out from the broken space.

The distorted space storm that was surrounding Zhuolang suddenly formed a nine-square grid, and then turned into square domains in the air, which were imprinted on Zhuolang's body.

“Puff!”

The space was squeezed into a nine-square grid by an invisible giant hand. Up and down, in all directions, silver light was like a knife, and wind and thunder were roaring.

In an instant, large amounts of dark green blood gushed out from Zhuolang's body. The turbid air surrounding it exploded, blasting off a portion of the silver light in the space, and turned into a stream of light that rushed towards the distance faster than lightning.

"Daoyou, don't leave."

In the silver light, a hazy shadow emerged, then quickly stretched and expanded, turning into a giant whale-like entity.

The wind and thunder howled, and purple lightning gathered around the body. The whale-like shadow changed its state again. A pair of extremely huge wings grew from its belly, which rolled up endless wind, thunder and purple lightning.

The phantom spread its wings, and the silver light quickly retreated under the feathers.

Zhuolang, who was fleeing far away, felt a huge dark shadow covering him. He was so frightened that he used his mind to scan the place, and the scene he saw made him extremely terrified.

Above its head, an extremely huge phantom stretched the space infinitely shorter. The phantom's tail was still at the place where the fight had just happened, but its head had already surpassed its head.

The flapping of its wings was like clouds hanging from the sky, wind and thunder rolled beneath it, causing waves across millions of miles of sky, as if a galaxy was emerging from the belly of a huge phantom, and it happened to be within this space galaxy.

"Kunpeng!"

The three eyes were filled with enormous shadows, and the chill of death lingered in the heart.

"What kind of magic is this!?"

In horror, Zhuolang screamed.

It can't figure it out, it really doesn't understand.

Could it be some magic?

But the next moment, huge waves of space thousands of feet high rose up within the huge shadow, turning into countless sharp edges that pierced through Zhuolang's body.

The ugly body was cut into countless pieces, and a wisp of soul smoke rose up.

The giant Kun crossed the sky, spanning millions of miles, like a bridge across the Milky Way, spanning the ocean of turbid air.

A demon scale flashing with wind and thunder fell from the broken space, revealing Mi Xuzi, who was covered in blood. The power of space rules on his body was beating up and down like a huge wave.

"How come he was beaten to death!"

Shen Lian followed from far to near, looking at the alien that was broken into pieces of meat, the corners of his mouth cracked, he did not expect that the spell blessed by the seventh-level Hun Kun demon scales would be so powerful.

With just three moves, he killed a Taoist alien.

The three burials disturb the soul and disturb the mind.

Use the Wanxiang killing technique to break their defense.

The Dharmakaya of Beiming, a million miles of slow slicing.

"Damn, how can you be so weak? I just figured out these spells."

After taking a look at Mi Xuzi, who was covered in blood, Shen Lian sighed.

The first two moves, the Three Burials of Chaos Souls and the All-Seeing Killing Technique, were performed by him personally, and the subsequent Bei Ming Dharma Body was performed by Mi Xuzi.

These spells were comprehended for the sake of Hunyuan magic power. With the assistance of seventh-level spiritual treasures with dual attributes of wind and thunder and space, the power of the space rules is comparable to that of the third level, and Mi Xuzi also finds it difficult to control it.

It's like killing one thousand enemies and losing five hundred of your own.

It’s also the fault of this ugly guy, he is so fragile.

It was only three moves, and he had just figured it out. Shen Lian performed them with an experimental attitude. He wanted to find out the shortcomings and fill them, but he didn't expect to kill the test subject first.

Of course, it's not that there is no experimental data at all. There is only a pile of rotten meat left, plus the injured Mi Xuzi, which is enough to show that the magic that has just been comprehended is not very good.

It is not yet able to be retracted and released freely, and the performance is not very precise, so there is still room for improvement.

If Shen Lian had not comprehended the rules of space sufficiently, when he used the second move of the All-Seeing Killing Technique, this cultivator would have had no chance of escaping.

The All-Seeing Killing Technique is a killing technique that combines wind, thunder and space. He comprehended the core of this technique based on the idea that one flower is one world. A grain of sand and a speck of dust are all worlds.

Since the world can naturally integrate wind and thunder, the cultivators can be divided into many parts, neatly placed in different spaces, and subjected to the test of wind and thunder.

Together they become a pile of meat, and scattered they become large ribs.

Unfortunately, this technique is still in its infancy. The nine-square grid displayed is too small and not three-dimensional enough. It would be best if it could form a scene where one grain of sand is one world, turning the void into a desert.

"call!"

After letting out a long breath, Shen Lian rolled up everything around him and quickly fled away.

This time, it was the master and his two clones who worked together to kill this alien creature of the Hedao race. The Holy Demon was weak in the front, so the master launched a sneak attack, and Mixuzi finished off the task. It was all done in one go, as smooth as flowing clouds and water.

The three magic spells are part of Shen Lian's achievements over the years. In fact, he conceived a total of nine magic spells and named them the Nine Hunyuan Magics.

Today we will perform the first three methods, as for the last six methods, they are tentatively determined.

Anyway, I will tell everyone that I have the Nine Methods of Hunyuan, and I have currently derived the seventh, eighth, ninth and third methods, but I haven't yet derived the first to sixth.

…

"Qingshen tribe, Zhuolang settlement."

More than half a year later, Shen Lian appeared outside a continent shrouded in turbid air, looking at the vast mountains with wandering eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuolang, you are a person without any blessings. How could you die? How can I legitimately take over such a good piece of land? You really deserve to die!"

"Forget it. I can only make your beloved relative who is in the same realm suffer. I will be gentler this time."

ps: There is a power outage at home, so I typed this out. There will be a power outage today and tomorrow. It seems that there are maintenance operations nearby and power outages need to be taken in turns.

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