"I found you."
Deep in the land of foul light, Feng Mi put the fingers of his right hand together, and an illusory flame was dancing on them.
This is the secret technique of the Xianluo clan, which can track the whereabouts of cultivators based on their breath.
To be honest, if this immortal Luo had not become his own clone, Shen Lian would have been like the other cultivators flocking outside, coveting the body of the immortal Luo's descendant.
Whether to snatch it or not is another matter, but one will definitely be envious, because the means brought by the Xianluo bloodline are really too amazing.
Various secret techniques emerged one after another, and the destruction of this clan was not unjust.
The fairy world does not allow such a powerful group to exist.
The magnetic light flickered in the land of foul light, which had an effect on all kinds of spells, but at this moment, Feng Mi used the tracking method performed by the Xianluo secret technique to easily find the direction of the target.
"Fellow Daoist from Xingxiu Palace, treasures belong to those with immortal virtues. Obviously, I have abundant immortal virtues, so I should be the owner of the spiritual treasure."
Avoiding the magnetic light and stepping on the space debris, Feng Mi quickly disappeared from the spot.
Right now, there are too many Hedao monks coming in from the Filthy Light Land, and he has also activated his magic power, emitting an aura that is comparable to that of the Hedao monks. As long as he doesn't fight with others, it is not easy for outsiders to see through his realm.
Along the way, he walked back and forth among the magnetic lights, carefully sensing the movement of the breath between his fingers.
"Hey, there's someone."
Half a month later, Feng Mi, who was on his way, looked up into the distance and saw a figure looming in the depths of the flashing magnetic light.
He was on high alert and then fled in another direction.
At the same time, a figure appeared in the distance, also fully alert with all his magical powers, and went in another direction.
"Hey, it's your fault that you're blind."
"No, you're lucky. I haven't started killing yet."
After making sure that the monk he met had gone far away, Feng Mi continued on his way.
At the moment, he was not sure whether his goal was to be alone or with the monks of his sect.
However, he was too greedy for the magical treasure of the space gate.
Since the cultivators from Xingxiu Palace dared to arrest him, he naturally did not show any courtesy and fought back to grab him.
…
In the land of foul light, the collision between clean air and turbid air gave rise to magnetic light, and the void stirred by the magnetic light was constantly broken.
Every other area, there is an area where space overlaps and interweaves, forming a complicated and complex broken space zone.
Often in such areas, the collision between turbid air and fresh air is quite violent, and there are also many broken spiritual bans.
And within the spiritual forbidden area, there are sometimes lands, lakes, mountains and so on with different landforms.
Along the way, Feng Mi encountered two monks who came to encircle him from different directions, but he simply ignored them and did not pay any attention.
Similarly, the monks who met him would choose a new direction and leave after taking a look at him.
The main attack is that no Xianluo appears and both sides are at peace.
“It’s almost there.”
Feeling the flames on his fingertips jumping more and more violently, Feng Mi's eyes flashed purple light as he kept looking towards the overlapping and broken space around him.
Soon, Feng Mi stopped outside an overlapping space shrouded in magnetic light, and his figure quickly merged into the space.
Deep in this overlapping space, colorful fluorescent lights flickered and a black and white lake gurgled, which looked like an ink painting from afar.
In the central area of the lake, a starry sky was twinkling. A cultivator with fairly handsome features was sitting on top of the starlight, but he was emitting a faint green light from his body.
This green mist snake lingered outside the body and sometimes jumped onto the face, making the face look hideous.
"Damn old devil, once I find out your true identity I will tear you into pieces."
While forcing the poisonous fog out, Yin Jiurong was filled with resentment. He had already expected that the name the old demon had reported before was a fake, and using a fake name was a required course when traveling in the fairy world.
The methods used by demonic cultivators have always been cunning and treacherous, and the poisonous techniques that can infect cultivators at the Hedao realm are extremely rare.
But once this thing is refined, the damage to Hedao is quite terrifying.
The green poisonous mist that merged into the body was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, directly merging with the flesh, blood, magic power, and rules, and had a tendency to rush towards the soul.
He is now scraping the bone to heal the wound, driving the poisonous fog into the same piece of flesh and blood, and then separating the entire piece of flesh and blood from the body.
But the poisonous fog had thoughts. Every time it was about to trap him, it would jump to other places in the body.
"If the sect master were here, crushing this poisonous mist would be a piece of cake."
"Now that so many Hedao cultivators have gathered here, no one knows where the Xianluo descendant is hiding.
If I can capture it and refine it into an external incarnation, I will have hope in the future of Yujing, and Xingxiu Palace will also be in my hands."
Although he was recovering from his injuries, Yin Jiurong's ambitions had not given up. Who wouldn't want to be a descendant of Tianluo?
"Very good, you still dare to peek at me even though you are in such a bad state. I will put you on the expedited list for this life!"
A cold voice sounded.
"who!"
Yin Jiurong was suddenly startled. In doubt, he quickly summoned the starlight from all directions and fled into the distance without thinking.
The moment his mind swept around, his face was suddenly startled.
"An old devil from the past!"
"No, you are not Kuang..."
“Hehehe!”
In the space derived from the black and white lake, demonic energy rolled out, and a faint light formed a halo that had already pressed into Yin Jiurong's sea of consciousness.
"ah!"
Not only was the sea of consciousness impacted, but even the physical body was baptized by the dense silver space sharp edges.
In just a moment, Yin Jiurong's soul went into a state of paralysis.
His thoughts were still on the consciousness of 'not the peerless old demon'.
At the same time, two stars with the brilliance of the sun and the moon appeared above the lake, covering the entire space.
Then, the two stars seemed to be attracted by a powerful force and began to be sucked into two long and narrow streams of light, piercing through the void from high above and piercing through Yin Jiurong's body.
The anti-polar force of yin and yang was surging wildly in Yin Jiurong's body. His magic power integrated with starlight was messed up, and even his dantian was torn into a big crack.
His body collapsed, his dantian shattered, and Feng Mi turned into a black-robed figure with sinister triangular eyebrows and eyes, and fell down. Then, his even more powerful divine consciousness crashed into Yin Jiurong's sea of divine consciousness.
In the sea of divine consciousness, Yin Jiurong's soul, which had long been paralyzed by the attack of the Three Burials' Chaotic Soul, was torn into pieces.
The broken soul kept flickering, emitting a terrified and trembling intention.
"You...you are a descendant of Xianluo!"
After all, he was a cultivator from the Xingxiu Palace, and his remaining soul finally reacted.
Not only did he react, but he also quickly recalled some previous events.
"When I was fighting with the old demon, you were right next to me!"
Only in this way can the descendants of Xianluo find him and scare him with the appearance of the old demon.
"How dare you run out!"
Within the sea of divine consciousness, the consciousness of Yin Jiurong's residual soul, which was divided into dozens of parts, flickered.
Is this Xian Luo crazy? Doesn't he know how many cultivators are trying to capture him in the Land of Filthy Light?
"I am the Supreme Immortal Luo, you are unworthy to arrest me!"
The divine consciousness descended into Yin Jiurong's sea of consciousness, unceremoniously grabbing the residual souls one by one and forcefully seizing the memories within them.
If it weren't for this piece of information, he wouldn't have been able to live this long.
"Even if you kill me, you can't run away?"
Seeing his soul being killed one after another, Yin Jiurong panicked. He wanted to reunite the remaining soul, but what the hell was this information that separated his soul?
What the hell, you have to use your feet to soak your feet? Is that even necessary? How can you soak your feet if you don't use your feet?
Such a high-end elixir has to be refined using the simplest method.
What the hell is this news.
"Xingxiu Palace and I have a destiny, why should I run away? A great Xianluo is fearless."
Feng Mi spoke coldly, but the movements of his hands were not slow at all, and every breath would crush a remnant soul.
…
"Xingxiu old thief, the one who killed your disciples was Xianluo Daozun, what can you do to me!"
Half an incense stick later, with a wave of Feng Mi's hand, the entire black and white lake was shrouded in silver light, and a ball of blood mist exploded.
He transformed into the appearance of an old demon and took the opportunity to strike a proud posture.
In an instant, in the exploding blood mist, a ray of starlight emerged and fled outward, suddenly crashing into the overlapping space derived from the surroundings.
After breaking through dozens of spaces in succession, it was caught by Feng Mi's outstretched big hand.
With a "puff" sound, the starlight in the space was crushed by his big hand. Feng Mi waved his hand, and the score he had just prepared was in vain. The mark of death did not spread out.
He was prepared for the possibility of being unable to intercept, but he didn't expect it to be so weak.
I have to say that the Xingxiu Palace is different from the sects of the two Hedao monks who were killed before. This one is more powerful and has the mark of death.
"Buzz!"
After rubbing his hands, Feng Mi lightly summoned a stone door shining with silver light on his body.
"Hey, why is there another one without a weapon spirit? That's convenient for me."
His divine consciousness sank into the stone gate, and in the spirit space inside it, he saw the words "Star Space Gate".
"Good stuff, let's go and refine it first."
…
More than half a month later, somewhere in the Land of Filthy Light, in a fruit-sized space deep in the overlapping space, Feng Mi opened his eyes.
In front of him, a silver stone gate covered with star spots floated up and down.
The starlight on the surface of this stone gate is actually star patterns, but they have shrunk and turned into light spots.
This space gate is a seventh-grade spiritual treasure that combines the two rules of stars and space. The space is used to travel, and the stars are used for guidance.
By the way, the original owner of this space gate was Yin Jiurong, one of the supreme elders of Xingxiu Palace.
There are a total of seven Hedao monks in Xingxiu Palace, among whom three are at the Twelfth Floor Realm, and the strongest is at the Seventh Floor Realm.
Now, he also knew the differences between the twelve floors.
According to Yin Jiurong's memory, once the twelfth floor above the seventh level comes down to the Turbid Air Sea and is noticed by the Qingshen Clan, they will also trigger the Hedao cultivators of the corresponding level to take action.
In order to limit the scale of conquest between the two sides, the two worlds of Qing and Zhuo tacitly agreed not to mobilize the twelfth-floor realm cultivators above the seventh level.
Of course, this is just a tacit understanding and does not represent the real situation.
Fortunately, it takes thousands or even tens of thousands of years for a cultivator at the twelfth level to condense his magic power. When it comes to the sixth or seventh level, it may even take tens of thousands of years. Most of the time, they are awake and practicing.
After putting away the space gate that had been used for the initial ritual, Feng Mi slowly stood up.
Because of the existence of innate spiritual restrictions in this area, he transformed it into a seventh-level spiritual restriction area. He transformed a total of four such places in the Land of Filthy Light as places to live and heal.
The four caves are called Cave 1, 2, 3 and 4 respectively. The one in front of you is Cave 3.
"The hunt begins!"
After stretching his legs and feet, Feng Mi quickly escaped.
While others haven't noticed his whereabouts yet, he'll get a few more fellow Taoists to play with, and leave some...legacy for him.
…
"The second one!"
A few days later, deep in a rolling sea of clouds, Feng Mi captured a fat and huge demon.
Then, he quickly gathered all the aura around him and disappeared on the spot.
The memories of a cultivator in the Hedao realm were lengthy, and he had no way of digging them out quickly. He could only force them into his memory, allowing the original body to sort them out bit by bit.
In this event, Feng Mi was just a cold-blooded killer.
Another half month passed.
"The third one."
A cultivator whose body was shrouded in hazy green light was taken into Feng Mi's bag.
However, the noise of the fight also attracted the attention of other monks nearby. Some monks fled quickly from afar, while others wandered thousands of miles away, advancing back and forth, looking like they really deserved a beating.
"snort!"
A cold snort sounded, and the magic power generated by gravity and blood surged out.
"Do you guys want to compete with me to see who dies faster?"
The sound was rumbling and filled with murderous intent.
A few praying figures lingering in the distance quickly fled away and disappeared in the distance.
Seeing that there was no one around, Feng Mi quickly dispersed the area of the fight and then fled away.
However, he did not go far and hid in the dark.
Sure enough, not long ago, the dark dragon that was wandering in the distance came back stealthily.
Mist was rising from the belly of the black dragon, and clouds were lingering wherever it passed.
Just as he rushed over, he suddenly let out a scream. His slightly bloated body twisted and knotted together, and his water-based magic power surged out, washing in all directions.
"There are opportunities to make a living everywhere, but you chose to offer yourself up here. This skin is good, enough to draw talismans on."
A cold voice sounded in the sea of consciousness of the dragon. In the sea of consciousness that had been washed away to pieces, the dragon's soul was broken open and turned into hundreds of small dragons.
"Fellow Daoist, please stop. I am from the Minghe Dragon Palace..."
"Reptile, even if your father is the Dragon Ancestor, that won't work!"
In an instant, dazzling silver light lit up in the void in all directions.
The broken space was all moved, covering the dragon's body in the air.
"You...you...Xianxian..."
"Puff!"
Feng Mi quickly crushed Jiaolong Daozun's soul and swallowed the memory fragments in it whole.
…
Looking at the broken space around him and the wandering magical energy, Feng Mi sighed, thinking that it was impossible to fish in troubled waters.
Although he had restrained his aura before, all those who came to the Land of Filthy Light were cultivators of the Hedao realm. Each of these cultivators had some means at their disposal, and they might have already captured his aura.
Feng Mi sensed the surroundings with his divine sense and found no trace of other cultivators, so he quickly fled away.
Not long after, a stream of light came from afar, and divine consciousness carefully probed over, checking the broken spiritual restrictions around.
This area had long been riddled with holes, with glowing fluorescent lights flashing everywhere, and soon after the divine consciousness entered into them.
The visitor's expression changed.
Soon, a ball of nine-colored magical power surged in the hands of this cultivator.
"Xianluo's magic power, nine kinds of rules, the rumors are actually true."
There was a flash of excitement in Yong Lin's eyes. He did not chase after him at the first moment, but quickly flashed to the outer area. His big hands rolled up a yellowish-brown whirlwind and blasted towards the surroundings of this space.
It has already captured the breath of the descendants of Xianluo, so naturally it cannot let others share this opportunity. It will try to slow down the spying of others as much as possible.
The area was completely bombed into ruins, with all kinds of chaotic auras mixed up. After his divine sense swept around, Yong Lin nodded in satisfaction and quickly went away.
Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of other cultivators. Soon another cultivator came from afar, his eyes flashing with strange and mysterious light, sweeping across the area.
After hesitating for a moment, he was seen slowly opening his mouth, and his originally overbite-shaped upper and lower jaws began to stretch rapidly, forming a pointed bird's beak.
As the mouth opened and closed, a snake-like tongue stretched out, became a thousand feet in size, and began to sweep across the broken void.
This long whip-like tongue flashed a hazy blood light, and all kinds of auras around the broken space strangely turned into cyclones and floated towards the tongue.
Among the many cyclones, there were several floating, nine-colored air masses that emitted a little luster.
"call!"
The next moment, the long tongue gathered the nine-aircolored masses that were rolled back together.
"Nine kinds of rule mana, descendants of Xianluo!"
The long mouth retracted and turned into an overbite face again. A hint of excitement flashed in Ji Conghui's eyes, and then a sneer appeared.
"Descendant of Xianluo, do you think you have hidden yourself well enough?"
"hehe!"
Back then, it obtained the blood essence of the Cloud Soul Sky Bird, but did not use it to temper its body. Instead, it combined it with a secret technique and refined it into its own unique secret technique of exploration.
"Boom!"
Immediately afterwards, Ji Conghui raised his big hand and launched several attacks again in the already broken void.
After destroying the body once again, he quickly fled into the distance.
Half a day after Ji Conghui left, another cultivator came to look for him. This time it was a cultivator from the Qingshen clan. After checking back and forth several times, he finally had no choice but to flee far away.
…
"Turtle Spirit Searching."
In the space covered by magnetic light, a small khaki-colored turtle was suspended in front of Yong Lin, with a ball of nine-colored flame burning on its body.
The little suspended turtle's body was like a Si Nan, constantly circling and shaking, using its head to guide Yong Lin's direction.
"God bless me."
Feeling the flames on the little turtle jumping more and more violently, Yong Lin suppressed the excitement in his heart.
As the leader of the Guifu Immortal Sect, his life is not as glorious as the younger generation thinks.
The Guifu Immortal Sect is one of the Five Elements Immortal Sects.
The four major forces of Zunhuo, Muyuan, Jinyang and Minghe respectively hold the four-turn gold, wood, water, fire and earth seals.
Their five major immortal sects are only slightly better than the Blank Immortal Sect. The reason they were able to establish a sect is not because the founders were so powerful, but because there were people in Haotian and Cangtian realms who needed to establish the Five Elements Immortal Sect.
To put it bluntly, they are more like the outer courtyard of a large sect.
The leader of a sect is more jokingly called the master of the outer courtyard. He is the symbol of the sect and needs to obey the arrangements of the major sects at all times.
As a Hedao monk, who doesn't want to make progress? Who doesn't want to be proud and independent instead of being ordered around?
"arrive!"
They came to an area covered by magnetic light and overlapping space. Yong Lin's body flashed with khaki color, and a tortoise shell suddenly appeared on his back, turning him into the appearance of Prime Minister Turtle.
The Guifu Immortal Sect is not good at other magic, but its defense technique is the best among Haotian.
After circling around, Yong Lin shrank into his tortoise shell in a flash. Then the tortoise shell shrank rapidly and drilled into a cracked position of the spiritual ban.
…
This is the second burrow of the cunning rabbit.
"Why is there only one here?"
In the depths of the flickering spiritual forbidden space, Feng Mi frowned slightly. His aura had already been leaked, so it didn't make sense for him to just use a turtle shell.
Could it be that all these monks who came to search for him were blind and their minds were blind?
Can't you see such a large fighting area?
That doesn't make sense.
"I didn't expect that an old turtle as broad as a mountain ridge and with patterns like the Nine Palaces would be so shameless."
Soon, Feng Mi figured out the reason.
I'm really angry.
When I was hiding in the past, I hoped that all traces of my aura would be destroyed. Now I don't want to hide anymore. Anyway, such a Taoist cultivator will not be able to hide sooner or later.
Now that we have four Hedao monks in our hands, we might as well fight them. Every time we kill one more, we will gain more.
But I happened to meet a good person who put an end to the aura I released.
"Thank you so much, I really do!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Mi's figure disappeared into the space.
…
"Boom!"
Deep in the spiritual forbidden area, the spiritual forbidden lines lit up and turned into streams of light and flames that fell down.
Yong Lin shrank into his tortoise shell, and the patterns on its shell lit up one after another, forming a thick defense that blocked the spiritual light from his body.
"Three Burials of Chaotic Souls!"
When the turtle shell was still covered by the broken space, an extremely powerful divine attack fell from the sky, directly penetrated through the layers of defensive aura, and penetrated into the turtle shell.
"ah!"
A scream was heard from inside the turtle shell, and Yong Lin, who had been shrinking inside the shell, suddenly came out, rolling in the broken space with the shell.
"go!"
Feng Mi attacked again. Every one of them was a piece of meat, so there was no reason not to take him down.
The vast magic power surged out and turned into a flash of swords and shadows that blasted towards Yong Lin.
But at this moment, Yong Lin, whose mind should have been paralyzed by the impact of the Three Burials' Chaos Souls, suddenly had a dark yellow divine light shining on his face, and his body shrank into the shell again.
The tortoise shell also rolled over, crashing out of the broken space, and then, without looking back, it blasted through numerous spiritual restrictions and disappeared in the magnetic light.
This was the first time that the Three Burials Soul Chaos Technique had failed. This old turtle had no defensive magic treasures in its sea of consciousness. The only possibility was that it had extremely long memories, which were enough to barely block the endless chaotic information fragments.
"This can't really be an old turtle."
Feng Mi didn't chase after it because the second prey was coming.
"Daoyou, you came just in time. You go and die for him!"
Feng Mi's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
From now on it all depends on his luck. If he can meet the monk on the twelfth floor a little later, he will be able to have more fun. If he is unlucky and meets the monk on the twelfth floor, he will have to run away.
"ah!"
Ji Conghui, who was chasing closely, sensed the fluctuation of magic power. He felt the shocking murderous intent as soon as he rushed over, and stopped in fear.
"escape!"
He felt his magic power trembling, and without thinking, he patted the position of his dantian. A flying shuttle quickly landed at his feet and began to flee.
Feng Mi waved his sleeves and raised his arm, and a nine-colored magical power like clouds surged out. His figure then turned into an illusory Kunpeng and descended above the head of the escaping monk.
At the same time, the sword light and sword shadow formed by the magic power in the sky enveloped this person.
Ji Conghui hurriedly summoned his magic power and set up a layer of defense on his body.
"puff!"
“Puff.”
However, the mana frenzy formed by the nine three-turn rules tore through the defense like a tornado and sent the man flying with blood all over his body.
He wanted to escape again, but found that his body seemed to be placed in a world of mountains and valleys, and he was pressed down and unable to move.
In just a short moment, Ji Conghui felt that he was bombarded hundreds of times. His robes were shattered into pieces, revealing an extremely delicate bellyband with small flowers on it.
At this moment, this bellyband grew flowers and had amazing defensive power, which blocked the magic of boundless mountains and rivers cast by Feng Mi and gave Ji Conghui a chance to catch his breath.
"The descendants of Xianluo are worthy of their reputation. It is impossible to escape quickly."
While feeling thankful that the bellyband he had bought at an auction had strong defense, Ji Conghui's face was filled with fear. Without any hesitation, he jumped up and tried to escape.
But before he could get up, he suddenly let out a scream, and then his dantian shattered, and his sea of consciousness seemed to be divided into countless pieces.
"Fellow Daoist, I can use your memory."
Feng Mi urged his magic power to wash over the cultivator's body, first washing away most of the soul in his sea of consciousness.
Although the memory obtained by doing this may not be complete, it is safe and reliable.
Soon, a wisp of soul smoke rose up and then turned into nothingness. Feng Mi also quickly fled away.
This is the fifth one.
The noise of the spiritual ban being broken was so loud that it quickly attracted the attention of the cultivators. The tortoise shell that had escaped far away came back, showing its head and looking at them from a distance.
"Descendants of Xianluo!"
All of a sudden, three monks appeared in all directions at the same time. After catching the wandering magic power, the aura could no longer be concealed.
One of the three monks quickly passed it to another monk in the sect.
The news spread quickly.
Don't be fooled by the fact that everyone is flocking to the scene. News is always news. After capturing the magical aura of the nine rules, the news is confirmed as fact.
If there really is a cultivator who has comprehended the nine rules, regardless of whether he is an immortal or not, the nine rules are enough.
…
Amid the flashing magnetic light, a silver light surged, and a stone door above the silver light swayed violently.
Feng Mi staggered out from the stone gate and bumped into a magnetic light.
In his hand he was holding a bloody figure.
"The sixth one!"
He closed the space door and quickly disappeared from the spot.
…
One month later.
"The seventh one!"
In the middle of the shattered space, Feng Mi cast a space gate. The moment he turned around, magical powers surged from all directions.
The magical powers of several rules such as fire, gravity and water enveloped it, and the air waves rolled out and hit the space door.
"puff!"
But under the fierce attack, the space gate was covered and could not stop Feng Mi at all.
"He escaped again. How did the Xingxiu Palace's space gate fall into his hands?"
Some monks recognized the space gate. After all, it was dotted with stars and was very easy to identify.
The space here in the Land of Filthy Light is broken, and there is no starlight to serve as a mark.
But the Xianluo descendants who controlled the space gate didn't need to identify the direction at all. They just needed to escape from their encirclement.
"Damn it, this cultivator is really not afraid of death!"
The continuous deaths of Hedao monks made the expressions of the Hedao monks in the Filthy Light Land tense.
The fighting power of the descendants of Xianluo is too strong, and ordinary Taoists can barely survive a few moves at their hands.
The key point is that this cultivator has also comprehended the rules of space and has a space magic treasure in his hand. This broken land is simply his home court.
"Chase, the magnetic light is covering, the space is weak, this cultivator can't run far!"
"He is a Xian Luo who is still in the Refining Void Realm. No matter how strong he is, how long can he last?"
…
Tens of thousands of miles away, silver light flashed, and Feng Mi escaped from it.
It is indeed fast to escape through the space gate, but this gate is not omnipotent in the land of foul light. Affected by the magnetic light, the distance and destination of escape cannot be controlled.
After rushing out of the space gate, his spiritual sense quickly swept around, and then Feng Mi sensed a flash of green light thousands of miles away.
At the same time, both sides discovered each other.
Moreover, there were other cultivators in the farther direction, emitting an aura like that of a blazing sun.
"Twelfth floor!"
"Descendants of Xianluo!"
In the broken space, the divine consciousness surged in an instant.
Feng Mi didn't hesitate at all, turned around, pulled out the space door and left.
“Where are you going!”
In the vast aura like the sun, the shadow of a three-legged firebird appeared. As the shadow of the firebird collapsed, a middle-aged monk in a golden robe was revealed.
As he raised his hand, a blazing golden light turned into a sharp claw in the air, and was imprinted above the space gate across the sky.
“Sizzle!”
The blazing hot breath directly melted the broken space, and the phantom of the space gate was also melting quickly.
There is a space gate on each space barrier in the overlapping space. The moment the heat appears, the space gate has quickly escaped.
“Hoohoo!”
Ten thousand miles away, Feng Mi rushed out in a magnetic light, with a blazing golden flame covering his buttocks, burning him and making him scream and slap his buttocks continuously.
Damn it, the Golden Crow's Yang Fire was too fierce. It chased the space gate and burned it out, almost burning his butt bald.
"Respected Fire Immortal Sect, I will remember you for the revenge of burning farts."
We have killed the Fire Bird from the Fire Immortal Sect before, and now a more powerful one has come down.
In his Dantian, he quickly dissolved several Qi-replenishing elixirs, and the powerful medicinal power quickly filled his meridians, and Feng Mi fled into the distance.
After killing seven Hedao masters in succession, the monks who were besieging him learned their lesson. If each sect had enough people, they would act together, and individual monks also began to unite.
However, if these monks unite, Feng Mi does have a solution. The four burrows that he had previously transformed can be used.
No, there are three left, and the one hit by the turtle shell is unusable.
After sensing the location, Feng Mi quickly fled into the distance.
A cunning rabbit has four burrows.
The space here is filled with interweaving magnetic lights, with two interweaving black and white streams of light hanging high in the sky. Below is a chaotic zone composed of pieces of broken space, and in these broken places one can see lines of spiritual bans interweaving.
After entering the cave, Feng Mi first prepared his space door, and then sat cross-legged at the door to refine the medicinal power in his body.
Not long after, the dazzling golden flames outside the cave surged again, burning the void into nothingness wherever it passed, destroying all the magnetic lights and broken spaces.
The methods of the cultivators on the twelfth floor were much more powerful than those of Dao Ji. Even if Feng Mi used the space gate to escape far away, he still could not avoid their pursuit.
Just as Jinque mobilized the flames to burn the area in front of him, a golden sword light came from afar, shattering the space fragments along the way into nothingness.
"Golden Sun!"
When Jinque saw the golden sword light across the sky, he immediately recognized who the person was.
He is also the leader of the Jinyang Sword Sect of the Five Elements Immortal Sect. Although Jinyang is still a Taoist, the inherited sword in his hand is too powerful and has been stained with the blood of a cultivator at the Twelfth Floor Realm.
"Brother Jinque is here really quickly."
After the golden sun set, his secret tracking method located the area ahead that was covered by magnetic light and runes.
"Stop talking nonsense and rely on your own abilities!"
…
"Damn, bad luck."
Inside the cunning rabbit's burrow, feeling the two auras outside, Feng Mi's face looked a little unhappy.
There was a breath as blazing as the ocean, seemingly able to burn the entire world to ashes.
An extremely sharp edge was able to pierce through the spiritual bans in the sky.
Dao Ji was not lured here, but the twelfth floor was lured here first.
Without any hesitation, he stood up and left. Before leaving, he made a gesture with both hands and a ball of nine-colored magic power floated high up like a cloud.
At the same time as the silver light gate flashed, a nine-colored cloud of magic power swayed and floated down, just touching a piece of innate spiritual restriction that was shining with silver light.
“Boom!”
In an instant, the area was like rivers and seas turning upside down, the ground surged like a dragon, lines of innate spiritual bans shot up into the sky, and magnetic light struck in all directions like lightning.
Outside the cunning rabbit's lair, Jin Yang and Jin Que, who were taking action, immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Protect your body!"
From the surging golden ocean, a golden three-legged crow emerged, spread its flaming wings and enveloped the golden sparrow.
At the same time, the sword on the Jinyang Sect Leader's body was like a swimming dragon, releasing billions of sword lights that slashed forward.
"Boom!"
In the overlapping space that looked only two thousand miles in size from the outside, billions of spiritual bans exploded at the same time, and the energy they created rushed in all directions and collided with the flaming sword light.
The dazzling energy shot up into the sky, and the area within hundreds of thousands of miles could see a burst of flames.
More than 100,000 miles away, Feng Mi staggered as soon as he rushed out due to the turbulent space, and continued to flee without hesitation.
Twelve received the same treatment from him.
Three thousand miles ahead, two figures were guarding against each other and moving forward together.
When he saw Feng Mi, he was surprised at first, then excited.
"Descendants of Xianluo!"
Seeing this, Feng Mi grinned, slapped out with one palm, and his figure followed like a shadow, covering the two of them under the attack.
However, the attack of the third level of the soul path only landed on one of the demons, whose soul power was weaker than that of other tribes.
Sure enough, the monster covered with demon scales let out a scream immediately. Before he could react, Feng Mi had already arrived in front of him and reached in like a ghost.
Then, without caring about the other cultivator, he took the demon cultivator and fled away.
The eighth Daoji.
"Buzz!"
At the same time, starlight suddenly spread all around, and the space that was originally surging around was also confined.
Within the starlight, a hazy shadow slowly gathered.
"You are a young man to be feared. You are indeed a descendant of Xianluo. Your journey ends here!"
Feng Mi, who was escaping far away, immediately felt the confinement of space. When his body tried to move into the space, it was as if he collided with iron or stone, making a crackling sound.
Then I saw a figure with starlight gathered in the air behind me, and a hand stretched out.
This palm was covered with star patterns, and runes were hanging and clanging, falling at an incredible speed.
Feng Mi crushed the demon's spiritual power in his hand with one hand, reached back with his other hand, and then moved sideways.
A puppet emitting a bloody smell rushed towards the falling hand.
Boom! The violent energy exploded, and the falling hand was immediately lifted up high by the energy. The void that was imprisoned on all sides broke apart, and Feng Mi went in headfirst.
"town!"
A majestic voice rang out, and the big hand that had just been rushed up and shattered gathered together again and grabbed towards the direction where Feng Mi was escaping.
The huge hand rumbled into the depths of the broken space, completely shattering the already broken space into nothingness.
The monk who made the move turned into a middle-aged monk with an extremely dignified face, and quickly turned into a stream of light to chase after him.
The descendants of Xianluo have been severely damaged. It would be too tragic if they were taken advantage of by others at this time.
…
"Puff!"
Feng Mi, who was using the space escape speed, was immediately swept up by the terrifying energy. The flesh on his back burst, revealing a small bellyband decorated with flowers, which trapped the blood.
Then, he integrated the blood into the rules and sped up his escape. By the time he escaped from the area, he was covered in blood.
"puff!"
"puff!"
The blood in his body was surging, and magic power was constantly flowing out of his body. It was true that Xianluo's magic power was powerful, but the gap to the twelfth level was too big.
Feeling the turmoil in his body, Feng Mi crushed more than twenty Qi-replenishing elixirs at once. The medicinal power began to wash over his body, forcefully suppressing the injuries in his body.
“The twelfth floor is amazing!”
All of Feng Mi's methods were repeatedly defeated by the Twelfth Floor, which made him very uncomfortable.
The Daoji monks have already killed eight of them. It looks like it won't be easy to kill more of them.
Most of the memories of these eight Taoist monks have been extracted. Based on the memory information of the eight people, we can almost figure out the situation in Haotian Realm. It is time to consider a way out.
The goal of all the cultivators now has become to capture the descendants of Xianluo.
If you want to end this hunting activity, you either have to be caught by one party, or destroy yourself so that no one can get it, or sneak away quietly.
While thinking, Feng Mi quickly fled in the direction of the cunning rabbit's burrow.
In the direction of the first cave, the clone of Yan Yan had been waiting outside for a long time.
One of the escape routes is to get into the body of Yan Yan and leave using the identity of the Qingshen clan.
However, this approach might not work. He had already seen the methods used on the twelfth floor. They were many times more powerful than Dao Ji in tracking, and it was not certain that they could be hidden on Yan Yan's body.
Despite this, Feng Mi still went towards the burrow of the cunning rabbit.
"Buzz!"
The silver light is blazing, and in the broken overlapping space, there are many phantoms.
Suddenly, there was a flash of silver light, and Feng Mi jumped out from the silver light. He felt a chill all over his body, and he raised his head and looked around.
"Someone is plotting against him!"
"ah!"
In an instant, he felt as if countless ants were drilling into his body, gnawing at his bones and marrow, and boundless pain spread throughout his body.
Under the pain, his magic power began to dissipate, and his body couldn't help but roll in the broken space.
…
"Ah, who is so shameless."
In the Zhongjuntian realm, Shen Lian himself was also affected. There were many secret techniques in the immortal world, not to mention the lowly ones.
Shen Lian's spiritual figure was shrouded in purple light, holding the Hunyuan Jade Disc on his head.
At this moment, colorful light rose from the jade disc, and the mist intertwined to outline the phantom of a chessboard.
At every intersection of the chessboard, there is a figure with an aura at the level of refining emptiness standing quietly, complimenting the colorful intersection in the middle area.
"Buzz!"
At this moment, the colorful circulating energy turned into a vortex. Three hundred and sixty figures in all directions swayed violently. Streams of vitality and magic power were forcefully extracted and quickly integrated into the five elements cycle.
"I'll give it to the town!"
After being blessed by the talisman array, Shen Lian regained control of Feng Mi's clone.
…
Feng Mi, who had been rolling around in the broken space, suddenly rushed up at this moment. All his magic power returned to his meridians and dantian, and he fled into the distance with a distorted face.
The pain in the body did not dissipate, but it was temporarily suppressed.
But he didn't get far before thunder exploded overhead.
"Come back!"
Then I saw a dazzling fire in the thunder, like a spark falling from the sky.
"Who is this again!"
The sparks derived from the void floated above his head and did not fall down. Instead, they followed Feng Mi and fled far away.
Only when you want to use magic power to shatter it can you confirm that this star is just an illusion.
This is positioned.
Feng Mi sighed and ignored the sparks above his head.
This situation had been anticipated. If these Haotian Realm cultivators couldn't even control a mere Lianxu realm cultivator like him, why would he need to go through so much trouble?
With this positioning, even if it is hidden in the body of Yanyan, it will be sensed.
In that case, we can only try a different tactic.
He rushed towards the Cunning Rabbit Cave No. 1 without any concealment.
This place has the most remaining innate spiritual restrictions. The outer area is over ten thousand miles, and the internal overlapping space area is hundreds and thousands times larger than the outside. There are countless magnetic lights and spiritual restrictions covering the sky. He has already arranged a seventh-level formation.
If you want to catch him, it's impossible. At worst, I'll die in front of you.
Rushed all the way into the area of Cunning Rabbit Cave No. 1.
Dozens of breaths after Feng Mi rushed in, a green light came from far away and also rushed in.
However, after rushing in a thousand miles, the space in front of him was disrupted beyond recognition.
The green light stopped, revealing the appearance of Yan Yan. He waved his hand to grab a piece of space in front of him and crushed it into nothingness with hatred.
Taking advantage of the situation, he collected several magical storage treasures.
Then, he took out a jade communication talisman.
"Lord Sheyi, I found the descendants of Xianluo!"
(End of this chapter)
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