After I was reborn, I became the most ruthless cub in the whole continent

Chapter 188 Ascension
Shen Qingyan finally fought for a period of time with Tiandao, a period of time for all races to prepare.

The division of the continent is not something that can be divided according to the law of heaven. She wants to do something more.

After seeing Shen Qingyan appearing at the meeting of the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance, he calmly negotiated with those old and stubborn people, accurately analyzed the thoughts of these people, put the pros and cons on the bright side, never backed down in the face of doubts, and directly taught them with reality. After their rational appearance, Song Jingmo saw from Shen Qingyan the shadows of those Tianjiao who voluntarily entered the big formation ten thousand years ago in exchange for the stability of the mainland.

In other words, Shen Qingyan exists with the belief of those arrogances.

Song Jingmo couldn't find the right words, and he didn't even know what words to use to express what he felt.

Watching Shen Qingyan take the lead in finalizing the relocation of residents from various regions organized by the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance, Song Jingmo suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw Shen Qingyan.

In the center of the wasteland, in the hall with the statue of Tianjiao of all races, the gravekeeper in black robe...

No, that wasn't their first meeting.

In the previous life, they had met before.

She followed the immortal disciples to the wilderness, and saw the lonely grave guard.

The gravekeeper said goodbye next time and gave her a fortune.

So breaking away from the fate of her previous life, she got the gift prepared by Shen Qingyan—walking out of the wasteland, and reaping family, teachers, friends and more.

The Wanshouzhu is the turning point of his own destiny.

The division of the continent is also a turning point in the fate of all races.

Song Jingmo pursed his lips, knowing what he should do.

The people of Tianxuanzong knew the meaning of Shen Qingyan's move earlier, and expressed their unconditional support for Tianxuan Domain, which was backed by Tianxuanzong. Qinglingzong also relied on another, and also agreed with the proposal to prepare for the division of the mainland.

I can't do much more than tell all living beings the news.

Whether to go or stay, whether to retain strength or risk life, you have to make a choice.

"There is still more than one month left, everyone should go back earlier and discuss it carefully."

"That's the way it is. I've conveyed it. It's up to you how to choose."

Shen Qingyan tried her best to analyze the pros and cons as clearly as possible, but in fact, she didn't know which of the two options was better.

Song Zheng didn't trust Tiandao, and Li Cang and his wife had similar attitudes.

Tiandao once murdered Lingxiu to repair himself. How can we convince them that Tiandao will sincerely create a life for all races?

Just like Song Jingmo once thought, Tiandao can take advantage of the world's destruction, take advantage of the loopholes in the rules, seize the most talented spiritual body and then ascend to a higher level.

There is a way out of heaven.

But there is no way for Wanzu spiritual cultivation to retreat.

Spiritualists still have some means to protect themselves, what about ordinary people?What about unintelligent animals?

Most spiritual cultivators can't take care of themselves. How can they take care of ordinary people so that the Holy Spirit can take the opportunity to ascend? What about spiritual cultivators with insufficient cultivation?

There are too many things involved in it.

Song Jingmo rubbed his head, feeling that things are not simple, but someone has to do it.

The division of the continent is a foregone conclusion, and what needs to be done is to increase the probability of Tiandao successfully dividing the continent.

There are only two ways I can think of, one is to spread the news as much as possible, and the other is to give Tiandao more rules fragments.

No fragments could be found in the attribute spiritual realm, Song Jingmo focused on other secret realms.

Secret realms may be the back gardens, caves, medicine gardens, and bone burial grounds of ancient Da Neng. Most of them need to be smelted into rule fragments and space stones.

The Space Stone also contains a lot of power of rules, which can also be used by the Dao of Heaven.

These messages all come from Tuanzi.

In order to get more potentially useful information from Tuanzi, during this period of time, Tuanzi's remuneration skyrocketed, Shen Qingyan directly contacted the Human Race Spiritual Cultivation Alliance, and sent all kinds of good things that Tuanzi could see and use.

Good things piled up like a mountain, and when Tuanzi was happy, he spit out a lot of information.

Tiandao was too busy protecting himself to care about it.

The higher-level rules are too lazy to care about a world that is about to be destroyed and dying, and Tuanzi has no burden to talk about these information that he understands and has heard at least a little bit.

After all, this is a self-help period permitted by the rules.

Otherwise, when Tiandao devoured the life and spiritual power of the Tianjiao of all races in order to save himself ten thousand years ago, Tiandao should have been punished.

"Who can say that the way of heaven is not affected by any rules?" Tuanzi looked at the non-human and non-spiritual existence in front of him, and said with a hint of meaning.

Shen Qingyan straightened her hair, hiding the emotion in her eyes.

That didn't have much to do with her.

Tens of thousands of years is really too long.

The chef brought the dishes ordered by the dumplings, and when he saw Shen Qingyan, who was looking down and thinking quietly, he stood there for a while and waited until the little apprentice came to call him before turning around and leaving.

Everyone is responsible for their own choices.

Song Jingmo found out the previous secret map, and ran all over the mainland with his brothers and sisters.

Their team was very powerful, and the Tianxuan Spiritual Institute found other people to form a few teams to split up and move as fast as possible to find and collect rule fragments.

The space stone is the key to maintaining the existence of the secret realm. If there is no complete space stone, it will count if you can find fragments.

Half a month later, Song Jingmo activated the imprint and came to a white space.

"I'll deliver the rule fragments." Song Jingmo held a transparent spirit stone ball in his hand.

Gentle strength took away the spirit stone ball from Song Jingmo's hand, and through the thick barrier, Tiandao sighed: "It's still close."

"The Nanxuan domain is separated, my power is damaged, and no amount of rule power can fill this vacancy."

"Is there a way to bring Nanxuanyu back?" Song Jingmo did not expect such a problem to arise.

The South Profound Realm was completely separated from the Continent of Spiritual Practice by a crack. Although the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance had sent people to build barriers and lines of defense there, they never thought about taking back the South Profound Realm.

That consumes too much strength, and it can't be done without injury.

Originally, the spiritual cultivators of the Nanxuan Domain also accepted the status quo. Since they are doing well now, there is no reason to take back the Nanxuan Domain, and the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance also tacitly agreed to maintain the status quo.

"The rules of the South Profound Realm are infected by the will of the dead. Kill the dead souls that infect the core of the rules, and the rules will be completed."

Without stopping any longer, Song Jingmo's spirit returned to his body, and informed Shen Qingyan of the latest news.

This news is extremely bad news for the Spiritual Alliance.

In the same way, you have to do it.

It may be at the time of life and death that unprecedented potential can be burst out to show concerted efforts. The Spiritual Cultivation Alliance has assembled a large number of spiritual practitioners in a very short period of time and is ready to go to the South Profound Realm.

The alchemists of the Alchemy Association were so busy that they took off one by one, refining the pills one by one, and the spiritual fire was never extinguished.

Zhou Zhiqi asked Song Jingmo to borrow the handwriting written by the alchemist to study the automatic alchemy formation, and finally found that the step of congealing the alchemy was not easy to control. The medicine prescription was taken out.

The process of refining medicine is much simpler than that of alchemy, and the process is better controlled.

With a slight adjustment to the automatic alchemy formation, batches of potions were quickly produced.

After inspecting the efficacy of the potions refined by the automatic alchemy formation and confirming that the potions were as effective as the intermediate alchemists, the Alchemist Association took out the alchemy furnaces in stock, and Zhou Zhiqi led the formation masters to arrange the formations one by one.

Alchemy furnaces are very suitable for refining medicines. Some low-level alchemists know that their alchemy skills are not enough, so they donate the alchemy furnaces they bought at a high price and start apprenticeships.

An alchemist can be in charge of more than a dozen formations. With such cooperation, the pills and medicines will almost fill up the storage spirits of the spirits who are about to go to the South Profound Realm.

The spiritual cultivation of Lingdi's cultivation base was not idle either, after taking the Breaking Realm Pills stored by the Alchemist Association and various sects, Jieyun never completely dissipated.

Song Jingmo borrowed the power of Thunder Tribulation to refine a batch of Sky Thunder Pills. After the spiritual cultivation army gathered near the barrier, a group of spiritual cultivations who broke through the edge released their cultivation aura and attracted a large cloud of robbery. The spirit pounced on the barrier, but within a few breaths, the barrier was damaged.

At the critical moment, the group of spiritual practitioners moved forward at the same time.

When the barrier was completely shattered, thunder calamity descended at the same time.

The influx of undead were smashed to ashes by the thunder calamity, the crystals of the undead fell to the ground, and dozens of spirit boats carried the spiritual cultivation army into the air and flew out of the barrier range.

There are dozens of lines of defense in the Profound Sky Territory adjacent to the Profound Sky Territory, and this is just the first one.

Except for the spiritual cultivation that crossed the catastrophe, after the remaining spiritual cultivation quickly retreated to the second line of defense, the Qingling formation was activated again to quickly wipe out the remaining undead.

Song Jingmo stood on the spirit boat, looking at the death energy that was thick and black, with a serious expression.

Before Nanxuanyu was separated from Xiuling Continent, the army of alien undead in Nanxuanyu had already become a climate.

Now it seems that the Nanxuan Territory has been completely occupied by the Alien Legion and has become the realm of the undead.

When the spirit boat landed in the South Profound Realm, the surrounding barriers were also on the verge of breaking.

The Sky Thunder Pill exploded in the blackness, providing the only bright color.

The second batch of spiritual practitioners who were arranged to cross the catastrophe began to try to attract the thunder catastrophe, and the catastrophe clouds slowly gathered, but the speed was far slower than before.

"It's too late, use the Sky Thunder Pill to clear out a safe area first!" Sensing that the alien army was approaching, Song Jingmo frowned.

Each spirit boat was separated by a certain distance. In addition to the disciples of the Qingling Sect, there was Li Cang on the spirit boat Song Jingmo was on.

Song Zheng's luck was not strong, and Song Jingmo was worried that Song Zheng would be affected badly, but Song Zheng insisted on following, so he took a compromise.

Li Mu gave the same order on another spirit boat.

The burst of light from a large number of sky thunder beads briefly illuminated the surrounding area, and also gave the spiritual practitioners time to react.

The joint formation was activated, and the undead were killed, and the safe area was quickly cleared.

The spirit boat was produced by the Qing Lingzong, and its defense level was much higher than that of ordinary spirit boats. Even so, it could not withstand the attack of the undead for too long.

The situation in the South Profound Domain is unknown, the extent to which the Alien Legion has grown is unknown, and it is still unknown how many high-level necromancers have emerged from the Great Rift during this period.

At this time, the risk of going deep can only be for nothing.

So, their plan is to sit back and wait.

On the fifth day after the Spiritual Cultivation Corps arrived in the South Profound Realm, the undead still kept coming, and the attack showed no tendency to weaken.

What they were waiting for didn't come.

From the sixth day onwards, the morale of the Spiritual Cultivation Corps gradually declined.

The undead that can't be killed, there is no moment to breathe, there is no end in sight, and there is no hope.

What are you still insisting on?

The high-level necromancer with a body broke through the formation and harvested a piece of life.

Panic was about to spread. On the spirit boat, Song Jingmo jumped high into the sky and threw out the specially made thunder ball in his hand.

The rumbling thunder exploded, and a white patch suddenly appeared in the sky, as if a brush of white paint had been smeared on a black canvas.

There is no dawn, only the thick thunder.

Heaven has no tolerance for undead. To Heaven, undead are no different from locusts that destroy crops.

The reason why I didn't care about it before, in Song Jingmo's words, is purely because Tiandao is hesitating on the verge of failure.

She doesn't have the slightest awe of Tiandao now. Ever since she knew what Tiandao is, Song Jingmo's perception of Tiandao has become very complicated. Then, Tiandao needs their help in turn. The thinking turned into the rage of squeezed employees against capitalists.

After your wealth and life are safe, you must hang the way of heaven on the street lamp!

With this belief, Song Jingmo entered the alien army.

The undead in these undead legions have all been promoted to high-level undead, and most of them even have bodies.

Song Jingmo restrained himself from thinking about how the body of the undead came from, and took a precise shot of the enhanced version of the blazing sun talisman in his hand. After the body of the undead was covered with the blazing talisman, the flames silently swallowed a body that could The high-level undead that the spiritual army brought no small threat.

But after all, there will be places that can't be taken care of, and the smell of blood in the air becomes stronger little by little.

Wu Yi looked at his palm, his eyes became firmer a little bit.

No one gave him any tasks, but Wu Yi knew what those words were about to cover up.

The leader of the Alien Legion is his nephew, and he seems to be sane, and the Spiritual Cultivation Alliance can't stop thinking about it.

Beixuan Lingyuan withstood the pressure and told Wu Yi not to think too much.

Wu Yi looked at the undead that was pressing close to him, and approached a destroyed barrier.

The undead rushed in through the breach, and after finding the breath of life, they locked Wu Yi and launched an attack.

The tall Lingxiu stood there without moving.

He has gambled many times, this time, maybe the last time.

Before the alien's claws touched Wu Yi's body, the Necromancer who was close to Wu Yi was crushed by a powerful force.

At the broken barrier, a man in black stood there.

"Stop it."

"It's not something I can choose."

With the appearance of Wu Bufan, a large number of dead spirits poured into the barrier. Wu Yi was just about to make a move, but saw the man in black in front of him attacking Song Jingmo who was in mid-air.

At this moment, the thunder calamity that the spiritual cultivators worked so hard to attract was finally brewing, and the red-gold thunder struck down, lighting up the world——

The alien army was scattered into ashes, and there was only one person left in the center of Lei Jie.

Wu Yi suddenly understood the meaning of Wu Bufan's words.

It was not Wu Bufanneng's choice to invade the Nanxuan Territory and devour the souls. He hadn't fought against his fate in the past 20 years, and now the only thing he can hold as a bargaining chip is his own life and death.

Therefore, Wu Bufan chose to die with the evil god.

　Wait for me to think about it and write a cursive...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)