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Chapter 357 The Thread of Rules

Even though the advancement bottleneck of the Transformation God has become easier than before in the past ten thousand years, the Transformation Soul is still an unattainable existence in the eyes of countless monks throughout the world of immortality.

The reason why the Qicai Sect can get a share of the pie in the remote southern region is because of the ancestor of the sect's transformation into gods.

Because Sun Yuntai is a fellow monk, they naturally know how strong Sun Yuntai is. There are not many monks of the same level who can kill Sun Yuntai cleanly and neatly. Looking at the entire Daxiu Immortal World, there are not many.

That's why the old man suspected that it was the God of Transformation who had moved his hand. The main reason was that this time in the wilderness of Tiannan Cultivation Realm, the power of rules that even monks dreamed of appeared.

Over the past few years, the colorful giant mountains in the depths of the wilderness have stretched across the top of the sky, directly into the third Yuantian area.

Although it is an illusory mountain range, in the area at the center of the mountain range, the power of rules occasionally manifests itself. This has been proven by the monks.

Over the past few years, several monks have obtained the thread of rules from it.

The so-called thread of rules can be seen as a mysterious regular energy, floating like a wandering dragon and as thin as a hair.

For Nascent Soul monks, obtaining the thread of rules can help them understand the power of rules in advance.

Of course, if this is the case, it will not be very attractive to the cultivators of the Transformation of Gods. After all, after the monks survive the Heavenly Tribulation of Transformation of the Souls, they will also transform their own cultivation into the power of rules under the baptism of heaven and earth.

But the power of rules is like a spell, and it has its own shades.

The power of rules that the cultivator of the God Transformation has initially understood is just beginning on the road of rules, and can only be regarded as a superficial understanding.

The practice of the power of rules can be divided into nine turns, and each turn of the power of rules is equivalent to a transformation.

There are many god-transformation monks in the world of immortal cultivation today, but it is estimated that only half of them can cultivate the power of rules to the level of one transformation.

In the realm of transformation, those who have cultivated the power of rules to the second level are estimated to be only three or two.

Comprehending the rules is different from improving the realm. The realm can be accumulated with elixirs, while the rules purely require the brain.

This is also the reason why after a monk is promoted to Nascent Soul, the importance of spiritual roots decreases relatively, while understanding begins to become more important.

The spiritual roots can almost be used for resource piles.

If you don't have a good brain, you can't just pour it in now.

Even the ancestor of the Qicai Sect's God Transformation has not comprehended the power of the rules to the level of one turn.

What the Transformation God practices is the power of rules. The depth of understanding of the rules determines the strength of one's own combat power.

If you have a good brain, even if you control the power of one rule in the early stage of transformation, it is possible to compete with the power of one rule in the middle stage of transformation.

Of course, the specific combat power still depends on the specific situation. After all, the power of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, space, blood, poison, wind, and thunder has different powers according to different rules.

Not long after the Colorful Miasma Mountains appeared in the wilderness, sporadic strands of rules appeared in the outer areas, which made the first batch of Nascent Soul monks who came here feel like they had been beaten to death.

There are even rumors that there are higher-quality threads of rules appearing deep in the Colorful Miasma Mountains.

"Elder Sun went out alone and didn't tell us. Unexpectedly, he died outside."

At this moment, the fat monk with a big belly raised his eyelids, looking sad.

"Elder Que, what do you think of the sect's summons?"

Hearing this, the young monk Jade Crown said, "The sect's mission is for us to find out whether there are any threads of rules for the First Transformation Realm.

According to previous experience, the colorful miasma mountains here will shake every other year, and when the time comes, threads of rules will appear in the cracked miasma.

It is only more than a month before the next miasma shock occurs. What Elder Sun did when he went out on his own, I don’t have to tell you two, you should understand. "

The old man and the fat-bellied monk laughed.

The wilderness attracted monks from all walks of life, including a small family in the nearby world of immortality, as well as foreign monks.

Sun Yuntai's realm is ranked at Nascent Soul Dzogchen, and he has the Five Elements Dancing Sea Formation in an invincible position. At this time, he doesn't wait for the next thread of rules to appear, and he is obviously going to work on his side job.

Who is to blame for killing himself by doing a side job?

Deserve it.

Of course, no matter what you think in your heart, you can't say that on face.

The five elders of the dignified Qicai Sect have fallen. If they had not expressed anything, Cang Qing, Xuanyou, and even other monks with some strength would definitely look down on the Qicai Sect.

"Relying on my own strength, I didn't even reveal his traces. If it weren't for the sect's summons, I wouldn't have known about his death."

The old monk sneered. Sun Yuntai relied on his invincible position and didn't even say hello to them when he went out.

Now that it has fallen, they don't know the specific location and have to work hard to find it.

"Since the sect has said it, you have to do it even if you can't find someone to show off, otherwise it won't make people think that I, the Colorful Sect, is easy to bully."

The three of them chatted for a while and then dispersed.

It is not difficult to find the place where Sun Yuntai fell. Nowadays, Nascent Soul monks from all over the wilderness gather together, and Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks interact with each other. There is movement hundreds or thousands of miles away, so it is easy to find it.

Besides, everyone has friends.

The old monk is also a Yuanying Dzogchen, but he is not ranked among the ten Yuanying elders of Qicai Sect. He is an unnamed elder.

The Qicai Sect has developed rapidly in these years, and the number of Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks has reached sixteen. The sect also hopes to use this to promote the second monk to become a god.

However, it is easy to achieve Nascent Soul Dzogchen by relying on the Blood Spirit Pill, but it is still difficult for them to advance to the state of transformation.

The spiritual treasure they brought here is called the Sanling Palace. It belongs to a cave-like spiritual treasure with an internal area of ​​3,600 miles.

This Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure was snatched away when the Huashen Sect destroyed the Sanling Sect. After returning to his cave, the old monk, also known as Elder Mu, took out the jade communication talisman in his arms and began to connect.

In the wilderness, the Qicai Sect had dogs under its command.

However, the fat-bellied monk left the Three Spirits Hall all the way and appeared at the place where Sun Yuntai fell one day later.

This cultivator holds a black and blood alchemy furnace in his hand, surrounded by waves of energy, slowly rotating in front of him.

He is a blood alchemist trained by the Qicai Sect.

At this moment, the fat-bellied monk looked a little lazy, his eyes shining brightly as he surveyed the surrounding environment.

It's a pity that this place has been visited many times by other people. The movements of Nascent Soul's Dzogchen fights often make the void twist and crack. How can the monks not pay attention to it.

The fat-bellied monk rubbed his fingers, and a small blood mass formed on his fingertips. Finally, a blood bird hatched and began to wander around the surrounding area.

Unfortunately, in the end, the blood bird stayed in one place and wandered around like a headless fly.

Seeing this, Fat Belly frowned, then looked shocked, and quickly turned into a stream of light and fled away.

"Could it be that the Transformation God Really took action?"

Such an idea came into his mind, which frightened him greatly.

Sun Yuntai had a fifth-level formation in his hands, which gave him a reason to take action.

The main reason why he was able to find the place where Sun Yuntai died was because Sun Yuntai had taken the Blood Spirit Pill he refined.

A special material is added to his blood elixir, which can leave a breath of energy in the person who takes it.

This energy can be induced by his alchemy furnace.

Not only Sun Yuntai, the Seven Color Sect and even the monks from his sects, but also some outside monks have taken his Blood Spirit Pill.

This special material was accidentally obtained by Fat Belly during an alchemy refining accident.

The main purpose is...not for Yin people, of course Yin people are one of them.

Another function is to collect the corpses of the monks who took him to refine the blood elixir.

Ahem... After all, if you want to refine a high-level blood elixir, you have to use good materials.

As a blood elixir master in the new era, it is normal to provide one-stop services of collecting corpses, returning them to the furnace, and recycling them at any time for monks who use their own refining blood elixirs.

Sun Yuntai was the best material for the fourth-grade high-grade blood elixir. He eagerly came here to see if he could find the monk who could kill Sun Yuntai based on his qi.

But the Blood Spirit Bird was stumbling around like a headless fly, so he used his own inaccurate secret technique to make a calculation.

I found this to be a sign of great evil...

……

After collecting his trophies, Shen Lian also understood the current changes in the wilderness. Unexpectedly, a thread of rules appeared.

This thing is not something that the Resentful Soul King can do.

Although the monks who transform gods have understood the rules, they do not have the ability to turn the rules into tangible objects. The threads of rules can only be manifested by heaven and earth.

But this was based on a memory comparison of the three trophies, and it was found to be true.

Since the appearance of the Colorful Miasma Mountain, several threads of rules have appeared. Every time the Miasma Mountain shakes, there may be threads of rules appearing where the void breaks apart above the sky.

Don't talk about anything else, he also needs this thing.

Even though he has initially mastered a trace of the power of Yin and Yang rules, he is still stupid and doesn't know how he mastered it.

In addition, through the memories of the three people, it was learned that due to the emergence of the Thread of Rules, in addition to attracting the already existing divine forces such as Qicai, Xuanyou, Cang Qing, etc., the wilderness also attracted other forces.

"It's getting bigger and bigger."

The clone of meritorious deeds stood on the top of a mountain. Looking around, he could see the illusory shadow of the seven-colored miasma mountain.

Originally, he wanted to try not to let the merit clone take action, so as not to damage his golden body.

But judging from the three guys he killed before, he didn't have to worry about the possibility of his golden body being broken. Instead, he was doing justice for heaven. This was outrageous.

By the way, in Sun Yuntai's memory, a blood alchemist from their Qicai Sect also came with him. It is said that he was chubby and looked very kind.

Thinking of the Blood Alchemist, Shen Lian had an idea to catch one and have a look.

He was a serious alchemist, but before he could exert his strength, someone from across the border stole his back door.

……

"Buzz!"

Somewhere in the wilderness, the fat belly of the man who was on his way suddenly trembled.

His spiritual thoughts were released instantly, and a blood-black alchemy furnace flew out from his head, forming a defense of circles of blood-colored ripples.

"Who is targeting me? Why am I shuddering?"

(End of this chapter)