don't mess with that turtle

Chapter 99 Stripping
In the hundred years since the beginning of heaven, Mouton has never sacrificed to improve his own world.

He is communicating with spirit beasts.Soul beasts can be advanced as the master advances, especially in the master's world.

Ninth-rank soul beasts can open mysterious realms.Before the ninth rank, if the soul beast can participate in the advancement of the monk's own world, it will be of great help to promote the ninth rank and open up the mysterious world.

And if there are soul beasts participating in the sacrifice of the cave world, the cave world can also obtain a soul beast's virtual and real dao rhyme, which has more foundation and stronger power.

It's just a waste of a mere hundred years, waiting to subdue the soul beast to upgrade the cave world, it's a good deal.

In the past hundred years, Mouton has accumulated a lot of geniuses and treasures that can improve the cave world, just waiting for the soul beast to recognize the master, and instantly make up for a hundred years of stagnation.

Today, he was forced to advance.

If he didn't advance further, he would be beaten to death by Feng Yiju.

Feng Yiju was blocked by the formation, and there was a flash of eagerness in his eyes. With the desperate output of mana, the Great Seal and Immortal Sword smashed towards the formation like a thunderstorm.

crackle!A formation disk couldn't withstand the continuous and intensive attacks, and a gap was opened.

Mouton was in a hurry, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the treasure in front of him, igniting a raging fire.The refining speed of Genius Dibao was three points faster.

This is his original true blood, and this time he has lost a lot.If Qingyuan is not slaughtered, all resources will be collected, and there will be no way to make up for it.

Feng Yiju's face became gloomy, and he shot out the celestial sword in his hand to attack automatically. He formed seals and condensed spells, turned into thunder and lightning, and rushed towards the formation violently.

The crackling sound could not stop coming from the formation disk, the entire formation disk was covered with cracks like spider webs, and cracks began to appear on the other side of the formation disk.

Mouton was so anxious that he spurted out another mouthful of true blood, burning his lifespan, trying his best to refine the treasure of genius and mobilize the power of the world at the same time.

Open it for me!open!open!

The moment Feng Yiju broke through the two formations, the cave world opened up.It expanded rapidly, enveloping the surrounding land in an instant.

Feng Yiju rushed out of the formation, and as soon as he rushed out, the scene around him changed.

It is no longer the appearance of green pines and cang trees in Dongyun Mountain, but a barren desolation.

Loud laughter came from all directions: "Hahaha, Feng Yiju! If you enter my world, I will be a god, so what should you do?!"

Mouton appeared in the sky with a golden throne sitting under him, recovering rapidly from his injuries.

He looked down at Feng Yiju, the expression of relief from a heavy burden on his face hadn't dissipated yet, and Jie Ao had already risen. The humiliation 300 years ago is not just over.

If you usually cultivate the Tao and cultivate your mind, you can take it lightly if you don't think about it.Today, he was beaten by Feng Yiju for another day, and his anger rose.

"How do you want to die?" He looked down at Feng Yiju.

He will never take care of this and that like Feng Yiju did 300 years ago, and dare not kill people.Feng Yiju must die today!

Who knows what kind of accident will happen once it is let go?Next time we meet again, maybe we will be beaten to death by Feng Yiju on the spot?

Feng Yiju Immortal Sword stuck on the ground, looked up at Mouton, with a smile on his lips: "Music Daoist, I'm afraid you haven't understood the meaning of 'everything I planted with the Qingyuan Formation flag is the Qingyuan Realm!'."

Mouton had a bad premonition, and before he could throw Feng Yiju out of his world, the blue flag had already been planted on the ground.Intertwined meridian-like lines instantly rushed in all directions.

For a moment Mouton felt his control of the territory disappear.

His face changed instantly, and he wanted the strong man to sever his wrist and directly cut off that area.But Feng Yiju took out a sword box from nowhere.

Looking up at him with a smile.

"Brother Mu, did you forget that I am from Qingyuan Sword House?"

Mouton's complexion changed drastically!

In Qingyuan Sword Residence, it is better to say that it is a sword practice than a sword box. Everyone has countless fairy swords, and each sword has a different function.

In the blink of an eye, Mouton has already drawn a talisman, intending to cut off Feng Yiju and that area.But he suddenly discovered that he couldn't perceive that boundary at all.

It's as if it doesn't exist at all.How to cut something that doesn't exist?
Not only that, he found that his true energy and the power of the world were completely sealed in this moment, and he couldn't use it at all!

The drawn talisman dissipated instantly.

To step into the sky and open the sky, monks are essentially this world, and heaven and earth are monks.Inserting the formation flag in the world is like inserting it into his body, and the whole person is out of control.

But at this moment, Feng Yiju slapped the sword box, and four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are named Zhou, cutting off spring, summer, autumn and winter, from ancient times to the present!" He pointed his halberd, and the four swords instantly shot into the four corners of the world, four sword holes suddenly appeared on Mouton's body, and blood gushed out.

Cultivators have heaven and earth as one, and cutting heaven and earth will also kill monks.

Mouton's face became even paler, and his eyes were filled with horror.The injury doesn't matter, he can't feel the time in the cave world has changed!
Feng Yiju patted the sword box again, and four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are named Yu, cut in all directions, the four poles of the domain!" The sword came out with a dragon chant, and there were four more blood holes on Moutong's body.His breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes showed panic: "Forgive me! Friends Feng Dao, please forgive me! I won't dare to step into Dongyun again when I return!"

crazy!crazy!
The elders have told you not to easily bring outsiders into your own world, why didn't you listen?Why don't you listen!

He just took in the enemy!
This Feng Yiju is not right, it is definitely not the limit of ordinary demon transformation, he knows too much about the cave world, cutting time, cutting space, and the sword is flawless, as if in his cave world, time and space are marked upright !
The Open Heaven Realm doesn't know the world of the Cultivator's Grotto so well!
But seeing Feng Yiju yelling at him but not listening, he clapped the sword box again, and still the four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are called Pure Land, cutting off the ground, water, wind and fire!"

The throne under Moutong collapsed in an instant, his face was ashen, but there was a sudden look in his eyes, he looked at Feng Yiju: "You didn't come to kill me, you just want to deprive me of my cave world?"

Feng Yiju didn't answer, he pointed his halberd, and the four pure land swords shot out.The figure of Mouton in the cave world was instantly shattered.

Feng Yiju took out the big seal, looked into the sky and threw it, the big seal was suspended in the air, he jumped up and landed outside.

Mouton lay on the ground with a sluggish face, his breath like a spring.

The cave world was forcibly stripped away, and Taoism was half a waste.

He looked at Feng Yiju with resentment: "No wonder you have to fight with me for a long time, you are trying to force me to refine the genius earth treasure to upgrade the cave world!"

Since he opened the sky, he has never sacrificed to the cave world, he just waited for the soul beast to be in place to sacrifice with him.

Feng Yiju was holding a crystal clear ball with one hand, the ball was squirming like a raw chicken with its shell peeled off.

"Good!" he responded.

The world of Mouton is too fragile, if he is not forced to refine and stabilize it, it will fall apart if it is peeled off.

"Who do you want to transplant my world to?" Mouton gritted his teeth.

Feng Yiju shook his head and smiled, "Don't give it to anyone. A monk who can transplant other people's cave world has enough background to open up his own world. Why do you need to transplant it? There will be no progress after transplanting. What's the use of such a waste world?"

(End of this chapter)