Cultivate steadily, the whole world of cultivating immortals is my home

Chapter 358 Eyes Farmer Spiritual Lord

hum!

The majestic seven-colored giant mountain lying across the southern part of Tiannan Cultivation Realm made a buzzing sound, and colorful ripples began to spread towards the void in all directions.

The mountains, which were already vaster than the Tianzhu Mountains of the Tiannan Continent, were sending out oscillating fluctuations at this moment, and the impact caused suddenly swept across the Tiannan Cultivation World.

The illusory ripples created large and small ripples after touching mountains, rivers, vegetation, flying rocks, broken stars, monks, and houses.

After the colorful ripples covered Tiannan, they spread towards the deeper void. On the way, they covered various celestial fluctuations, void holes, small lands, and gravel belts, and took the lead in breaking out of a place similar to Tiannan. In the continent of the Immortal Realm.

This is the world of spiritual cultivation.

The colorful fluctuations covered the entire Tiannan Immortal Realm from the southernmost tip of Tiannan. It took more than half a year, and it took more than a year to break into the Lingxi Immortal Realm.

However, this was not over yet, the colorful fluctuations began to spread out.

It's like a rolling ocean of mist, rushing in all directions little by little, trying to swallow everything into the colorful miasma.

There is also a mysterious fragrance in the colorful fluctuations, just like the smell that Shen Lian smelled at the beginning.

Such a scene covered the sky and spread throughout the world of immortals. Shen Lian thought about it with his toes and understood what went wrong.

No matter how powerful the resentful soul king in the wilderness is, there is a limit to how powerful he can be. Even ordinary god-forming monks can't create such a strange phenomenon.

In a hidden valley, he stood with his hands behind his hands and stared at the sky for a long time.

After realizing that the vision was getting bigger and bigger, and it didn't look like the relics of the God Transformation that he knew before, Shen Lian wandered around the wilderness for a long time.

After all, he was used to playing it safe. With such a big change, he had to look around to provide a reference for his next actions, so as to see if his fisherman plan could still work.

After searching around the wilderness for a long time, he finally focused on the sky.

The merit clone in front of him was in the same posture, but his eyelids were drooped and his breath was very silent.

The next moment, Shen Lian himself walked directly into the merit clone, the five elements of mana were intertwined, and the breath began to merge into one.

For a moment, after the clone and the original body were reunited, they opened their eyes again and looked towards the sky.

On the colorful sky, there is an additional hazy area. This area is slightly like a long and narrow crack, similar to an eye.

And below the eyes is the top of the main mountain range of the illusory seven-color giant mountain.

"Buzz!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the originally silent Shen Lian's body suddenly exploded with colorful auras, and his merit clone suddenly flew out of his body.

As for the magic power inside his body's dantian, it was rolling like huge waves. The black and white magic power on his Nascent Soul was intertwined and almost flew out.

The Nascent Soul villain, the Divine Soul villain, and Shen Lian's face all appeared in a trinity, and they all looked horrified at the same time.

The pain started from his eyes and seeped into his Yuanying and Soul. It was even more painful than when he was refining his body before.

"call!"

After more than a dozen breaths, he glanced at the sky again. At this moment, the scene in Shen Lian's eyes turned into a colorful stream of light again. There was no hazy area on the top of the void.

'No wonder it can affect such a vast area. If the order is intentional, then...'

Shen Lian was thinking in his heart, he didn't dare to say these words, he suspected that this order of heaven and earth might be a schizophrenic patient.

While supporting thousands of living beings, and at the same time thinking about bringing down calamities, it is a very contradictory combination.

The moment he saw the narrow crack, it felt like an eye, an eye without any emotion, only rules.

"puff……"

Before Shen Lian could stabilize the fluctuations in his body, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of old blood.

This startled him, and he quickly collected the blood he vomited, and then used magic power to start burning the surrounding area. He came down several times in a row to check that no breath was left, and then he felt a little relieved.

"Boss, we are in the same group..."

With a mumble, Shen Lian took another careful look at the sky.

The understanding of the heaven and earth by the monks of all races in the world of immortality is a kind of order and rules of operation, not just living beings.

How to put it, it’s like the sun rises and the moon sets, the rising tide lifts all boats.

For Shen Lian, he felt that it was similar to his Mending Order to run the spiritual restraint. For example, if the spiritual restraint was not working well, he could re-patch it and repair the broken areas.

The changes under the current order of heaven and earth are like the order patching itself, in other words, killing viruses.

The problem is that he is not poisonous. Just because he thought the movement was too big, he used his merit clone to take a look, and was ruthlessly struck.

This is an unwarranted disaster. You said he was just peeping when he had nothing to do.

……

at the same time.

The top of the void is a place that many monks cannot see.

In the long and narrow crack, an illusory black line curved like falling lightning, sinking downwards into the illusory seven-color giant mountain.

At the end of the black line, a huge nine-headed black dragon with a size of two thousand feet was coiled in the void.

This old dragon is none other than fellow Daoist Lingyao who had planned with Yuan Tiangang before.

It's just that at this moment, this fellow Daoist Lingyao is exuding a gurgling black energy, and his aura is very different. There is an aura that is superior to all directions and is not close to the aura of living beings.

Around Lingyao, there were figures standing with hands behind their backs, either shrouded in black robes or wrapped in black air.

Above the head of each figure, there is a winding black line that goes straight to the top of the sky.

At this moment, all these figures were silent, floating quietly in the void, as if they were integrated with the heaven and earth.

Occasionally, monks passed by and scanned the area with their spiritual thoughts, but they could only find that there was nothing here.

……

Inside and outside the wilderness, light flows back and forth.

With such a movement, the monks were like moths swarming after seeing the light of the lamp, or like mice unable to steal the lamp oil, scurrying back and forth anxiously.

Some people are anxious, while others are frightened.

In the eastern void of the wilderness, a black stream of light, wrapped in resentment, rushed out from a sky full of lightning and thunder.

Within the black stream of light was a bone ship composed of skeletons.

When rushing through the thunder and light phenomenon, the Bone Boat was still electrified and the entire ship was filled with thunder and claws.

On the bone boat, several figures wrapped in black robes were silent. They were scattered in different positions, both guarding the inside and looking outside.

Rumble!

At this time, a thunderous roar sounded from the highest point of the void area, and a meteorite as big as a hundred miles in size, burning with raging flames all over its body, was seen falling from the top of Yuan Tian.

The sound of crackling flames echoed throughout the void.

"Let's do it together!"

After noticing the fire meteorite falling from high altitude, a voice rang out from the Bone Ship, and in an instant, the black-robed monks scattered all over the ship began to use their magic powers.

For a time, various sounds of ghosts crying and wolf howling sounded.

Until this moment, as the black robe was washed away, a figure with a second head growing out of his back was revealed.

It's not the soul hunter who was running around in the wilderness before, or whoever it is.

In an instant, the fire meteorite that was still high in the sky suddenly appeared above the bone ship, and the soul hunters in the ship also happened to take action.

Such a crisp and seamless connection, it was obvious that the fire meteorite was falling towards them.

Rumble!

The fire meteorite exploded above the bone ship, and the energy of the explosion immediately rolled the ship out, smashing the void one after another, and the surrounding void turned into a quagmire of broken space.

"It's a spatial quagmire. Protect the Bone Ship with all your strength, otherwise you and I will fall here." The two-headed Soul Catcher shouted.

Because soul catchers are different from normal immortal cultivators, it is very common for them to encounter natural disasters when traveling in the past.

I have long been accustomed to thunder and lightning from the sky, meteorites falling from the sky, my sword falling into a broken space, and being entangled by inexplicable forces after just two steps. There are many types.

In the past, in the wilderness, that place was filled with Yin Qi and was a bit special, so as long as we didn't run outside, it wasn't a big problem.

But now the wilderness has become a man-eating place for them, and they must run away, otherwise they will end up miserable.

Countless shadows appeared on the bone ship, adhering to various parts of the ship, dragging the bone ship out of the quagmire of space.

But the void in the world of immortality has long been shattered, and there are many dangers. Soul hunters like them have disaster-stricken physiques. Others may only stumble when walking, but they may fall into it completely.

Not only had he just flown out of the swamp, there was a thunderbolt falling from the sky.

Each of these thunderbolts is not too powerful for them, but all kinds of problems come one after another, as if there is no end.

In this way, the group of people flew with the help of the bone boat and finally arrived at a small broken land between Lingxi and Tiannan Cultivation World.

This small land has long been deserted, without even a blade of grass, exuding an aura of desolation.

As the bone boat landed, an ancient rune formation lit up, and ancient patterns as dense as earthworms intertwined to outline a hexagonal formation.

Silver light rose into the sky, the void twisted, and an independent transmission channel was formed in the sky.

After the silver light flickered for a few breaths, a huge silhouette appeared.

The sound of "cracking" sounded, and outside the outline, there was a dense cloud of blood and thunder, and there were also imaginary maggots with fangs surrounding them, constantly attacking the illusory outline.

Gradually the hazy outline became clear.

I saw that the outline of this square was similar to the canopy of a vehicle frame, just like the one on the emperor's vehicle in the mortal world, showing a circle.

But this canopy is formed by the branches of a small black tree.

Under the canopy of trees, there is a figure with a slightly stooped back, wearing a short jacket similar to that of a farmer in the mortal world.

The man's trouser legs were rolled up to his calf, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He was holding a piece of grass in his hand, looking like a farmer.

The strange thing is that the small tree actually grew out of a small bamboo basket he was carrying.

This man's face was like that of an old farmer, full of wrinkles, his skin was darkened by the sun, and his eyes were slightly cloudy.

When the soul hunters on the bone boat saw the farmer, they all knelt on the ground, lowering their heads and not daring to speak.

The farmer monk grinned and glanced at the soul catchers present.

"Whatever you do, I'm just a farmer, so I don't need to give you such a big gift."

As he said this, every one of the Soul Catchers present had their heads lying on the ground.

"Oh, it's up to you."

The farmer sighed, grabbed the grassy hand and raised it, but the range of the raised hand did not reach the remaining shade covered by the canopy of the small tree.

Even so, the blood thunder and maggots surrounding his body also made a harsh explosion, wanting to rush through the canopy and pounce on him.

"It's been a long time. Come and let the old farmer see how my fruit is doing."

Immediately, the farmer monk's eyes lit up, and he came to a soul catcher without moving his footsteps.

"Here, raise your head and let me see if it's done."

As he spoke, the grass in the farmer's hand fell towards the soul catcher's head, just like cracking a watermelon, and the man's head was cracked open without much force.

A walnut-like fruit, glowing with black light, flew out from the cracked head and was caught by the farmer and monk in his hand.

"It's still a bit overheated, which is a pity."

The farmer monk looked at it for a long time, looking a little dissatisfied. Then he walked towards the next soul catcher and gently opened his head.

None of the Soul Catchers who were kneeling on the ground dared to move at all. Their heads were cracked open and turned into shriveled bones.

The things knocked out from the skulls of these Soul Catchers were of different sizes and types. Some looked like fruits, while others looked like small coral trees.

"This heat is not good either. Why did you guys grow so long? It delayed my harvest."

At the end, there were only two heads left of the Soul Catcher, but the farmer cut his entire back in half, and he pulled out a spiritual tree that looked like a meridian.

"This is not bad, let's just say, I work when the sun rises and rest when the sun sets, how can God not give me a good harvest?"

As he said that, the farmer monk hung the items he had received earlier on the meridian-shaped spiritual tree one by one.

"...Plant a seed..."

Shrinking the small meridian tree to one foot and putting it in his hand, the farmer monk looked towards the direction of the wilderness through the air, with a look of fear flashing in his eyes.

"I just borrowed a place to grow a few grains of grain..."

After a few breaths, he muttered to himself, but he looked a little doubtful of what he just said.

"There are not many opportunities for the order of heaven and earth to manifest outside. You must try. If you can catch the thread of rules of the second-turn realm..."

Thinking of this, he looked at the trees in his hands and made a decision in his eyes.

Wealth and wealth come from danger. If you can obtain the silk of the second-turn rule, your combat power will be doubled.

Only with strength can you grab more cultivation resources and feed back your own realm of immortality.

The next moment, the farmer's figure swayed and disappeared in place, but the aura on his body was not welcome, and he needed to be covered by the canopy of the spiritual tree.

……

A dozen breaths after the farmer disappeared, a wisp of green light flashed away over the area where the formation was originally formed, but it did not cause any vibrations from other surrounding auras.

The green light fell, and the two figures slowly condensed into entities.

Two cultivators, one male and one female.

The man is wearing an embroidered robe, full of masculinity, and the lush chest hair can be seen between the torn robe.

The female cultivator was surrounded by a soul-revering flag, with a hint of heroism on her face.

Not to mention the male cultivators, the female cultivators looked exactly like the foodie Shen Lian saw in the wilderness, and even had the same aura.

But the realms of the two are vastly different.

The female cultivator floating above the formation stood there quietly without releasing any breath, letting the ethereal air around her loom.

The one who can make such a vision appear in the void must be the God of Transformation.

At this moment, both monks looked towards the direction of the wilderness.

"The resentment of billions of creatures in several realms of immortality still triggered the advent of rules and order in the world."

The corners of the male cultivator's mouth moved. The hairpin in his bun was not a hairpin, but a red flower. Coupled with an embroidered robe, it looked extremely inconsistent with his appearance.

"The debts incurred back then will have to be paid back one after another in the future."

The female cultivator responded softly, and a green halo suddenly appeared on her body, at the moment when the hazy green light manifested.

In front of her head, she saw a winding green line, diagonally bending towards the high altitude in the direction of the wilderness.

Similarly, the male cultivator next to her also had such a cyan silk thread.

"Work, work."

A faint sound was left in the void, and the two figures disappeared.

(End of this chapter)