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

Chapter 360: Clear up the source and give justice to the serious alchemist

Even after being scolded, Yun Yu didn't dare to let out one more fart.

In the tribal alliance, he was a superior ancestor, but he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction in front of the Lord Transformation Spirit.

A thread of rules appeared in the wilderness, and his ancestor was not the only one who couldn't sit still.

Kehua Shenzun's senses are all over the sky, and he noticed something was wrong before he came to the wilderness. Therefore, he was asked to bring the Nascent Soul monks from the tribal alliance to snatch the thread of rules.

Since arriving in the wilderness, relying on the power of the Sea Alliance, he has also grabbed three strands of rules, but they are all of inferior quality.

This time he finally came across a thread of rules that turned around, but it was snatched away under his nose.

After waiting for more than ten breaths, he still didn't hear the ancestor of the gods speak again. Yunfu took out a small colorful fish from his arms and blew into the fish's mouth.

Then, he started mumbling and added the news to Xiaoyu.

I saw the little fish swaying its tail, swimming in the void, and suddenly turned into dozens of streams of light and disappeared in all directions.

"This person took away a thread of rules and spread the news. We can't get it, and we don't want to make it easier for those who get it."

Xiaoyu quickly spread the news to other sea tribe monks in the wilderness.

The Thread of a Turn of Rules is a fifth-level treasure that is rare among all transformed gods. As long as this person is still in the wilderness, he will definitely attract the attention of other monks.

Being able to snatch the thread of rules from his hands and run away calmly naturally shows that this person has very strong combat power.

However, Yunfu didn't think it was a big deal. No monk who has practiced to their level has one or two trump cards.

If you can run, you may not be able to fight.

This time he ran faster.

After doing all this, Yun Yu's figure disappeared from the place, and he did not use any tracking secrets.

It's not that there are no superior tracking techniques in hand, but in this area shrouded by the seven-colored miasma, the power of the tracking technique has dropped to less than 30%, and it can be said to be almost useless.

……

"What a mysterious thread of rules."

On the other side, Shen Lian, who had just grabbed the treasure, had already felt the magic of the thread of rules.

Before, he vaguely controlled a trace of the power of Yin and Yang rules, but in fact it was just the fur of the fur.

But just the weak power of rules made his magic power superior to those of the same level.

Although he understood the power of the rules of yin and yang, the power of the rules of the water attribute is equally useful to him.

Yin and Yang are derived from the five elements, and the five elements are mutually reinforcing. In other words, his yin and yang rules have the power of the water element. It is not an exaggeration.

Only a strand of water rules is not enough for him.

Before grabbing the thread of rules, he did not kill the two monks Xuanyou and Hai Clan who were chasing him.

In addition, after snatching the thread of rules, I didn't get too entangled with either of them.

The main reason is that he senses a vague pressure. For Shen Lian, it cannot be said that there are no monks of the same level who can bring pressure to him in the Nascent Soul realm, but looking at the entire world of immortality, there are definitely not many .

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a monk has reached the level of a quasi-god, and his combat power may even be comparable to that of an ordinary god.

Compared to the monks who showed such fighting power, he felt that there was an old guy who didn't follow the moral principles and ended up personally.

He stopped his actions because he suspected that the Hua Shen Zun was going to do it himself.

After he snatched away the thread of rules, the suspicious Transformation God Lord did not take action, which made him a little confused.

Faced with a fifth-level treasure that was helpful to his own realm, why didn't the Transforming Spirit Lord take action?

The reason can only be that these old people may not dare, or may be afraid.

After all, the situation in the wilderness is unclear now, and it's not the last moment yet, so it's not the time to risk everything.

"buzz"

Inside the warehouse cave.

Shen Lian held the black flowing thread of rules in his hand, and the five elements of mana on his body were intertwined and wandering. The water attribute in the mana was constantly interacting with the power of the rules.

He didn't know much about the power of rules before, but he couldn't stand it and had killed several monks in the late Nascent Soul stage and above. These guys knew a lot about the thread of rules.

Looking at the thread of rules in front of him, Shen Lian felt that the training plan he had arranged before was going to change, and he wanted to include the understanding of the rules into it.

The threads of rules falling from the sky are hard to come by. Once you encounter them, you must collect them vigorously.

If you can comprehend the rules to the first level before becoming a god, then you will have time to understand the power of the second level rules after you are promoted to become a god.

According to the memories of those Taoist friends of the same level, those who master the power of the second-turn rule are very rare in the entire world of immortality.

In other words, the level of understanding of a monk who can control the power of the second-turn rule in the realm of transformation is equivalent to the monk's spiritual root.

That is to say, he is trapped in the lower realm. Once he ascends to the upper realm, he can use this as a springboard to enter a more powerful immortal sect.

Because of this, Shen Lian's previous plan to find out the leaks behind the scenes had to change due to the changes in the wilderness.

He had thought well before, but this time the resentment in the wilderness suddenly became bigger in response to the order of heaven and earth.

……

A month later.

The cave in the warehouse.

Dahei is suspended in mid-air, with the entire map of its wilderness below.

The strange fragrance that suddenly appeared in the wilderness made the black-horned ants who had stayed in the wilderness quickly become demons one by one.

This was something Shen Lian had not expected before.

But he was cautious and took precautions in advance when releasing the black horned ants.

Those are the black-horned ants that were released, the little ants that were born from normal reproduction. Their weak souls have no mission.

Every time Dahei appears, he relies on the power of his bloodline to intercept the memory fragments of the black horned ants. In this case, although there may be other monks who can use their spiritual thoughts to sense the black horned ants and intercept things from the black horned ants' memories, their existence will not be exposed.

But the spiritual energy of the black horned ant is as weak as a gossamer, and it is not easy for a monk to intercept it.

Dahei has dedicated his descendants to his master for many years, and his energy is not wasted in vain. We are playing with blood. Even if someone intercepts the memory, they cannot do it as neatly as Dahei.

During this period of time, clones of merit have been flashing around the wilderness, taking back the black-horned ants and the previously improved image stones left behind.

These things kept Dahei very busy.

In order to ensure that the secret is not leaked, it is naturally impossible to put back the captured black horned ants.

As for the previously placed image stones, the recovery rate dropped to 40%.

In this regard, Shen Lian was not depressed at all. It would be great if the environment in the wilderness could be recovered.

In addition, after this incident in the wilderness, he will also leave this place, so these methods will be of little use.

Above the topographic map of the wilderness, Dahei constantly placed the pictures captured from the memory of the black horned ants into the corresponding positions on the corresponding topographic map.

After having the comparison, Shen Lian had a very intuitive understanding of the scene in the wilderness.

All I can say is that the thread of rules is so attractive.

They're all here!

The memory of the Black Horned Ant has fluctuated more than ten thousand times.

Of course, there is a deviation in this number. The black-horned ants are too weak, and a slight fluctuation will be a disaster in their eyes.

But this was enough to show Shen Lian the scene in the wilderness now.

"Master, these memory slips displayed on the map are all selected by me that may be useful to the master."

At this moment, Dahei was squatting on the head of the four-eyed spiritual forbidden marten. This little marten was also unlucky. Just after the injury was somewhat healed, he was beaten up by Dahei's three fat men, turning him into a victim.

There are densely packed jade slips inserted all over the undulating map sand table. Each jade slip has a memory image of a black-horned ant, or a picture of a photographic stone.

Shen Lian's spiritual thoughts suddenly enveloped the topographic map that had expanded to a radius of fifty miles, and he could perceive all the contents in the jade slips.

"Well done, you have made a great contribution."

After a moment, Shen Lian grabbed the approaching Dahei in his hand and gently patted its shiny black head.

"I work my heart out for my master without seeking any merit."

Dahei chuckled.

As soon as these words came out, the little eyes of Erwan and Sanqianliang suddenly turned into cross-eyes, and jealousy made them both unrecognizable.

"Master, this is the credit of the three of us brothers.

"I...I'm female."

……

"Yes, merit should be rewarded. Let's double the reward."

Shen Lian nodded and waved three big cauldrons flying over.

"Master, I don't want the reward anymore. I just had my anus cracked last month and my anus was torn."

Dahei jerked his spirit and wanted to get out of Shen Lian's hands, but he couldn't escape at all. He drew an arc in mid-air and smashed into the cauldron.

"Master, I have made meritorious service for my master..."

……

"Look for this guy."

In the deep rift valley, a fat guy with a fat belly appeared in the mind of the meritorious avatar sitting cross-legged, and then he suddenly disappeared in place.

The thread of rules is needed, and the training resources are also needed.

The Fat Capital Blood Alchemist of Qicai Sect.

In Sun Yuntai's memory before, there were some related memories of this blood alchemist.

I don't have much memory, but what I remember most about Sun Yuntai is that the Fatty Blood Pill Master was very fat and had a lot of money.

Apart from anything else, Sun Yuntai went to Pangdu to ask for the blood elixir before, and he only used a few fourth-level elixirs.

In other words, this person has a magical elixir.

Through the overall map positioning of the Great Black Wasteland, Shen Lian discovered that this cultivator frequently appeared in the north-eastern direction of the wasteland.

He couldn't defeat the Transforming Spirit Master, but he felt confident in bullying an alchemist.

As an orthodox alchemist, he would never kill someone just because of a few elixirs. He just wanted to clear up his roots and give justice to an orthodox alchemist.

……

"Buzz!"

In a cave, restrictions surround it like stars.

The fat-bellied monk suddenly trembled, and felt the cold air rising all over his body. He hurriedly muttered something, and a blood-colored alchemy cauldron floated above his head, spraying down streams of blood.

Since the last time he searched for the place where Sun Yuntai fell, this is the second time that his spirit has appeared.

"Who is targeting me?"

The fat man frowned. He was not surprised that he was being targeted. The main reason was that he was too fat.

Over the years, he has collected too many elixirs. As an alchemist, how could he not see the dangers of blood elixirs?

The Blood Spirit Pill was naturally given to fellow Taoists, so why should I take it myself?

(End of this chapter)