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

Chapter 496: You don’t want dignity, I can only help you with dignity, Leader Shen has retreated in his heart (please vote for me)

Compared to other fellow Taoists who were struggling to get around and bumping around like headless flies, Mixunzi staggered away from the spiritual confinement and entered the belly of a mountain.

This is also one of the three spiritual forbidden positions that Shen Lian can clearly sense.

In the previous tower-shaped spiritual prison, I found a seventh-order Xuanzang magnetite.

At this moment, he also had a glimmer of hope for the relatively intact spiritual prison hidden in the heart of the mountain.

Regardless of whether he can obtain the Sheltering Spiritual Object, even if he withdraws from this secret realm now, it is not a loss. Every additional spiritual object he obtains is a gain.

The entire mountain range is filled with spiritual taboos, and holes formed after the spiritual taboos were broken can be seen everywhere.

"Seventh level civil and wood double attribute protection array."

The figure kept avoiding the spiritual light exploded by the Shattered Spiritual Forbidden City. The purple light in Mixuzi's eyes shone brightly, reflecting the disabled spirit's appearance.

There have been cracks in the huge defensive formation, but there are broken connections between the cracks, so that the formation is still running barely.

Through the cracks in the spiritual prison, a faint aura of desolation came out.

"With such a strong earthy smell, could it be that it's not the treasury?"

There was a hint of doubt in Mixuzi's purple eyes. This was obviously the middle of a mountain. Who would be such a good sect that would farm the land in the middle of the mountain without building a sect's treasury.

This sect is really quite unique.

"Buzz!"

There was a crackling sound between the collision of the spirit taboos, a bright and dark light suddenly appeared, and a strong smell of decay and earthiness surged out.

At the same time, in the surging black and earthy atmosphere, there was also a rustling sound, and something hazy was crawling out.

Mixuzi's mind swept over it, and he raised his hand to form a magic formula. A ball of wind and thunder emerged from the fingertips. It jumped in the air a few times and then got into the gap of the spiritual prison, hitting the black surging air current.

The sound of thunder and thunder exploded, and large areas of black air continued to be annihilated into nothingness. However, from the deeper black air, a rich earth-colored mist emerged, exuding a thick and vast atmosphere, and melted away little by little with the thunder.

"Roar!"

In the black mist, a monster with an upper body like a human body and a lower body like a tree root emerged, and was then hit by beating wind and lightning.

The thunder blasted out a fine arc of electricity, shrouding the monster-like figure, and tore the entire body into pieces with a snap of his fingers.

After the monster was killed, the black air that had been surging slowly fell down, turning into dust and falling on the ground.

"An acquired soul?"

'Mixuzi''s eyes lit up with purple light in an instant, his consciousness came over, and a ray of spiritual thought passed through the spiritual forbidden space and fell on the broken body, like a pile of cracked old tree bark, emanating It smells of withering.

This kind of breath is somewhat different from the death he comprehended, and is also somewhat different from the 'withered' breath that he encountered before in the Land of Ten Thousand Sands. They both belong to different branches of mystery in the rules of death.

The human body, the body of a tree, the dual attributes of earth and wood, the civil engineering type... Oh no, the earth and wood immortal type, this is the cultivation chosen by heaven.

The next moment, 'Mixuzi' grabbed the pile of bark-like corpses, and a wisp of black and yellow mixed aura was caught in his hand.

"The wood-attribute soul power aura is a spiritual plant or elixir related to the divine soul!"

Shen Lian can bet that no one in the entire secret realm knows elixirs better than him.

This mixed atmosphere of earth and wood is really mixed with a more subtle soul power.

'Mixuzi' opened his mouth, and this gossamer-like soul power was sucked into his mouth, and he sensed it quietly.

Don't tell me, don't tell me, this wisp of soul thread containing the attributes of earth and wood can be easily absorbed by the villain of Divine Mind.

He grabbed the newly broken corpse and began to study it repeatedly.

This guy's strength is not high, he is only at the fourth level in terms of aura, and he doesn't have much intelligence. He should be the type to attack anyone he sees.

After thinking for a moment, Mixuzi's figure turned into a stream of light and passed through the cracked spiritual prison, entering the space inside the mountain.

When I stepped on the ground and looked around, I could see traces of smoothing on the ground. It was indeed a medicine garden.

The sect's medicinal gardens are all placed outside. It is rare for them to be placed in the heart of a mountain and guarded by such a high-grade array, unless they are some elixirs that grow in a special environment and have great effects.

In view of the wood attribute soul power of the strange creature just killed, most of the spiritual plants cultivated here are related to the soul path.

If the power of rules that Shen Lian wants to improve most now is none other than the three types of soul path, space, and reincarnation. Space has space crystals, and reincarnation has the three life stones of reincarnation, but the soul path has no aid to enlightenment.

Once the Soul Dao turns three times, the control over the clone will be doubled.

First there was the seventh-order Xuanzhong magneto-optical stone, and now there is also a mountainside medicine garden that specializes in cultivating soul-path elixirs. Who in the world left this secret realm behind?

The Holy Land of Hedao is designated, but it is absolutely impossible to be the holy land where the monks of Hedao with small rules are stationed. Juntian Pavilion has been passed down for so long, and there is no such foundation.

Could it be that there are monks from the Twelfth Floor Realm of Hedao who are in charge?

This thought made Shen Lian both happy and a little painful.

The secret realm left behind by the higher-level Hedao Holy Land means that there is a greater chance here, and maybe there are really spiritual objects that protect the tribulation.

But if there is a Hedao monk at the twelfth floor level, he may not be able to deal with it now if he leaves a little bit of Tangtangshui.

In particular, the Tai Sui marks on Huang Youdao's four bodies are just short of writing "I have a problem" on their foreheads.

I'm really annoyed by these old monks in the world of immortality. If you want to die, you should die more thoroughly. I don't know how the older generation taught them so many underworld tricks to deceive corpses. It is not a good environment for cultivating immortality where everyone has love and are in harmony with each other. ?

……

The smell of earth was very strong in the entire medicine garden. As the earth and black mist rolled, rustling sounds were heard, and creatures that looked like tree men sprang out and rushed toward him.

"Buzz!"

Mixuzi raised his hand and rolled up a ball of five-color flames and rushed into these tree people. In the blink of an eye, the fireball turned into a prairie fire, drowning all the tree people who rushed towards him in the sea of ​​fire.

"Zizi!"

The colorful flames were blazing, and they made bursting sounds from time to time, but the tree men from all directions continued to rush towards the flames without the slightest hint of fear.

The tree man who rushed over quickly turned into ashes and fell down, along with the large black and earth colored mist that was burned away.

"Hoohoo!"

The mist surged out from the deeper depths, and the roars of tree men with more powerful auras were also heard. The auras of three of them had reached the sixth level of perfection.

'Mixuzi' did not retreat. In the process of killing other tree people, he had already noticed that these tree people had very low intelligence, had no realm but no ability to control the rules, and their combat power was quite poor.

Looking at the three-headed tree man who was as big as a hill and charging towards him, he raised his palm. The wind and thunder roared, the flames rolled, and the air turned into three streams of light and crashed into the tree man.

These three-headed and sixth-level perfect tree men have also undergone obvious changes from the previous tree men. The whole tree is more like a tree, and the proportions of the human race's appearance and characteristics are almost completely obscured.

Instead of saying that the thunder arrows formed by the three thunder fires penetrated the tree people, it is better to say that these three tree people had iron heads and did not dodge when they encountered the attack, and they hit them forcefully.

Three thunder rockets pierced the tree man's skull, and with a roar, the three-headed tree man's skull exploded, and the thunder flames covered the whole body, burning the body into ashes.

"come over!"

'Mixuzi' also raised his palm and grabbed the fallen ashes. He ingested three pea-sized ghost cores.

The core of the fruit shone with a faint light, exuding a strong soul essence.

After checking with the spirit, I found that these three fruit cores did not have any strange smell, and they could all be used to refine elixirs for the soul.

Then, a flame rolled up around Mixunzi and began to burn the mist in the medicine garden. The terrain in the entire medicine garden was not flat, but a spiritual valley was built in the heart of the mountain. At this moment, he was standing Taniguchi.

Deep in the Spirit Valley, a shriveled old tree stands.

This tree is only over ten feet tall, gray-brown in color, and exudes a withered air.

The old tree is packed with roots, and different types of branches are grafted on the main trunk. From Shen Lian's perspective, there are no less than thirty types of grafts on this tree.

However, as the old tree withered, the grafted branches also withered, and were even so shriveled that it was impossible to identify what had been grafted.

It seems that the spiritual planter of this sect was also a thoughtful person.

After such a mess of improvements, even Shen Lian, an experienced spiritual plant master, could not identify what species this bird tree now belonged to.

The only thing that was certain was that the wood-attribute soul power exuding from this tree was real.

It would be good to chop it down and make a soul soul treasure.

What kind of fairy sect is this? It has everything. It's strange that Shen Lianqiong is used to it and has never seen much of the world. He was shocked by a seventh-level mysterious magnetite and an unknown seventh-level dead tree.

The treasure tree was right in front of him, but Mixunzi did not move at all. Instead, he stood at the mouth of the valley and looked at the surrounding environment hundreds of miles away.

There are some tree people in the valley, but their strength is not enough to prove that they are a matter of fire.

"Shhhhhh!"

As he raised his hand, the five-colored aura flickered in his hand. The streams of light were like nails, piercing into the rock walls on both sides of the valley, and the multi-colored aura surged out.

"Fellow Taoist, come out."

After setting up the formation, 'Mixunzi' stared at the dead trees in the valley with his purple eyes.

He had sensed the dead tree several times, and it was true that there was no life. However, when he sensed the spiritual restraint, he noticed a faint wave passing by.

Of course, this weak spiritual fluctuation may have been inadvertently touched by these brainless tree people, but it may also be caused by other intelligent creatures.

"If you don't come out, I'll set fire to it."

As he raised his hand, a large cauldron flew out of Mixunzi's hand, and crystal clear oil surged inside the cauldron.

The grease sets fire, and it burns hotter and hotter, setting fire to the mountain and burning through the buttocks.

Although this dead tree contains the aura of the soul attribute, it is still a tree after all, and the nemesis of the wood attribute is here.

"It seems I've been worrying too much. This is a place of death."

The next moment, Mixunzi put away the grease and rushed towards the valley.

In an instant, when his figure was about to touch the dead tree in the valley.

From the cracked bark of the dead tree, streams of black air erupted, forming a small jade hoe, which flew into the air and became hundreds of feet in size, before smashing down towards the top of Mixunzi's head.

At the same time, black flowers sprouted around the dead tree, making the void stagnant.

"Boom!"

The jade pick hit Mixunzi squarely on the forehead.

Click.

The skull cracked, and strong oil poured out, and immediately with a 'boom', it turned into a puff of flames that swept in all directions.

In the process of splashing grease, it also swept away other fog in the valley.

At the entrance of the valley, Mixunzi stood with his hands behind his back, a hazy shadow on his body, and a silver light suddenly appeared.

"Fellow Taoist, I've been hungry for so many years and I'll help you replenish your health."

The oil extracted from the sixth-level monsters, coupled with the flames condensed by the five elements of mana, suddenly increased its power by 50%.

In the valley, the fire was raging, and a dead tree released a strong black halo, blocking the flames rolling up in all directions.

"Buzz!"

Among the swaying dead trees, a figure wearing coarse linen clothes emerged.

"Spiritual Planter."

Just by taking a glance, Mixunzi understood it clearly.

It is indeed possible for a spiritual planter to survive for a long time if he is paired with a seventh-level spiritual planter, and he has to be an extraordinary spiritual planter.

"Finally, I saw a living person."

Although the figure on the dead tree is illusory, the face that appears is very clear, and you can see that there is an indescribable tiredness in his expression.

Then, streams of earth-yellow air flow rolled up from under the dead trees, turning into clouds of yellow sand and covering the dancing flames in the valley.

"Junior, you are too rude."

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong. I only allowed you to hide in secret. I was not allowed to set fire to the grain. You are also very rude."

'Mixuzi' looked at the shadow, but he was very curious.

This secret realm has been obviously in ruins for a long time. To be able to leave a living being with an immortal mind behind, there must be some outstanding means.

Moreover, he now has a dark eye on this secret realm. Apart from being able to sense a little bit of spiritual restraint, he has not been able to dig out any other relevant information.

"Fellow Taoist, what year is it today?"

The shadow of the dead tree fluctuated and flickered, and his attitude softened a bit, "It has been silent for too long, and it is inevitable that my thoughts are a little inflexible. Fellow Taoist, don't blame me."

As a spiritual planter who is integrated into the sect's Thousand Souls True Spirit Tree, even if he is now reduced to such a situation, he can still feel the pressure on Brother Taniguchi's body.

If not, it would have taken action long ago.

"I don't even know when your sect was destroyed. What's the use of knowing what time it is now?"

'Mixuzi' continued to speak unceremoniously.

"Fellow Taoist, the fact that you are able to come to our sect means that you are destined to be part of our Dingyuan Immortal Sect."

The shadow of the withered tree continued to speak, "Fellow Taoist, I am already a broken body and will be destroyed at any time. Our sect has also been destroyed for who knows how many years. You are also the first monk to come here in so many years. I am willing to give up my whole body." What I have learned is passed on to you.

If fellow Taoist disciples disdain my cultivation inheritance, I hope that fellow Taoist disciples will find a suitable monk to teach it on my behalf in the future.

This Thousand Souls True Spirit Mummy was cultivated by me through the accumulation of several generations of spiritual plant masters from my sect and tens of thousands of years of effort. It can help fellow Taoists understand the rules of the Soul Dao. It can be regarded as my fellow Taoist helping me. Thank you, how about it? "

"Okay, how about fellow Taoist imprint the inheritance on this jade slip first. I swear to help you fulfill your last wish. You can just commit suicide."

An ordinary jade slip was thrown out by Mixunzi and flew directly in front of the dead tree shadow.

"With my vow, fellow Taoist, you don't have to worry about me going back on my word. I don't think I will have any regrets if I die."

Mixunzi stared at the shadow of the dead tree with a smile on his face.

"Ok!"

When the dead tree shadow heard this, his expression suddenly froze and he was trembling with anger.

After a while, it said coldly, "Fellow Taoist, your words are too much."

It doesn't really want to die. If it hadn't sensed that the aura of the cultivator in front of it was too strong, and it wasn't as simple as the late stage of Void Refining on the surface, how could it have made such nonsense?
Not to mention, this guy has no moral virtue at all. Not only did he not enter the valley, he also set up formations on both sides of the valley to surround it.

Foreign monks are really rude.

"You said you wanted to die, but now you don't want to die. You are so fickle."

Mixunzi looked at the shadow of the dead tree and said coldly, "If you don't want to give me dignity, don't blame me for helping you."

"not good!"

The shadow on the dead tree suddenly felt a heat wave rolling up in the valley. The flags in the valley were engulfed in a howling wind. During the cycle of five elements, colorful flames fell from the sky and enveloped the valley. .

It immediately became furious, "Damn it, even if our Dingyuan Immortal Sect declines, we are not someone you can bully."

"Then I just got to see what a monk from the Holy Land can do!"

Outside the valley, 'Mixuzi' spoke coldly, with a flash of silver light on his body, a space corridor formed under his feet, wind and thunder wings emerged from his back, and his whole person merged into the Five Elements Formation.

"go with!"

Colorful fireballs emerged from the formation like meteors, crashing towards the top of the dead tree.

"Boom!"

The dead trees swayed, forming a black light barrier, desperately resisting the falling bolide, but the falling flames not only contained scorching heat, but also exuded the vast laws of gravity.

After only being hammered three times, the withered tree shadow could no longer bear it. The branches more than ten feet high bent, and the earth began to tremble violently.

A crack appeared under the tree, and the dead tree quickly uprooted its roots along the crack and escaped.

After losing the dead tree, the derived shield was smashed into nothingness by the fireball.

"Fellow Taoist, stop, we can discuss it again, and I can tell you the location of my Dingyuan Immortal Sect's treasury."

"There are more than one tribulation spiritual objects in our sect's treasury, and one of them is a tribulation spiritual object with the attributes of a large-scale spiritual object."

The dead trees kept attacking the edge of the formation, and each time they were hit back by the flame ball, looking miserable.

"Fellow Taoist, you are joking. If your sect is wiped out, the spiritual objects in the sect's treasury will be left behind for your sect. Friend Taoist, you can find a good reason to beg for mercy."

The shadow of the dead tree within the formation screamed wildly. It was now trapped in the formation and could not see the true form of the monk outside. It could only wait for an opportunity to kill with one strike.

"Fellow Taoist, our sect was suddenly destroyed. The entire sect was plunged into nothingness, and outsiders had no time to open the sect's treasury.

If I hadn't happened to be here serving the Thousand Souls True Spirit Tree, and protected by an external formation, and merged with the True Spirit Tree at the critical moment, I wouldn't have been able to hold on now.

Fellow Taoist, I admit that I did try to confuse fellow Taoist before, but it was just a desire to survive. Fellow Taoist’s formation was so powerful that I was convinced to lose.

This Thousand Souls True Spirit Tree is a seventh-level spiritual tree. Even if it is withered, it can be used to refine a seventh-level soul treasure. I am willing to dedicate it to fellow Taoists. I just ask fellow Taoists to give me a way to survive. "Outside of the formation, Mi Xuzi remained unmoved, "Fellow Taoist, you deceived a three-year-old child. The Immortal Sect, the majestic holy land, was photographed into the land of nothingness. You made up a similar reason, the union of the noble sect. Are Taoist ancestors all living on dry food? "

"Fellow Taoist, everything I say is true."

The shadow of the withered tree yelled, it was also very confused. The chief spiritual planter of the Holy Land of Hedao, plus this cultivated Thousand Soul True Spirit Tree, he was confident that the probability of advancing to Hedao was more than 50%.

Seeing that he was about to usher in his most prosperous era of cultivating immortals, with a 'bang', the sect was destroyed. If he hadn't happened to pick up the Thousand Soul True Spirit Wood, his soul might have been wiped out long ago.

If the monks outside don’t believe it, who can they ask to reason?
If he hadn't experienced it himself, he wouldn't have believed that he would be so miserable.

"Fellow Taoist, if you don't believe me, you can go out and inquire. The destruction of our Dingyuan Immortal Sect must be a major event that alarms the Haotian Realm. There is no way there will be no movement at all."

"Our sect was ranked fourteenth among the Hedao sects in the Haotian realm. The sect's most powerful Hedao ancestor had already reached the peak of the Twelfth Floor Realm. He just had to build his own Immortal Realm. You can step into the realm of Yujing.”

"I don't know why the sect was destroyed!"

When the dead tree shadow spoke, he really touched on the sad point, and his mood suddenly became depressed.

How could the dignified members of the Hedao Sect be reduced to a state of inhumanity and soullessness?

But Mixunzi, who was outside the formation, was no longer calm at all with his flashing purple eyes.

Even the distant deity swayed.

...No, no, no, he was either scared...he just had a cramp just now, and the time of sitting cross-legged was a bit too long, and the muscles and bones of the cultivator could not bear it.

With the Hedao Holy Land at the pinnacle of the twelfth floor, this is an existence that can crush Juntian Pavilion to death repeatedly with ten fingers.

There is a big pit in this secret realm.

It was obvious that this monk considered him to be a monk in the Haotian realm.

It was previously rumored that the three realms and nine heavens of Lingze Ancient Land were connected, and now it is confirmed.

Even the Holy Land with the ancestors of Hedao in the twelfth floor realm was thrown into nothingness, and the ones who took action had to be at least Hedao monks in the Yujing realm.

"Fellow Taoist, to show your sincerity, please tell me the location of the sect's treasury first."

'Mixuzi' spoke, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all. He spit out a ball of yin and yang airflow from his mouth, rushed into the formation and washed away towards the dead tree.

The formation that was arranged did not exert too much power. It was not because the level was not high enough, but because it was within a seventh-level fragmented spiritual forbidden formation. Another function of the formation was to The dead trees blocked the formation from outside.

What if this fellow Taoist who was melted into a dead tree couldn't think about it and crashed into the seventh-level fragment formation, dragging him along hand in hand with him, that would be troublesome.

"Boom!"

The dead tree that was avoiding the fireball was caught off guard and was hit by the long river of yin and yang falling from the sky. The whole tree smashed onto the rock wall of the valley, and was then submerged by the overwhelming thunder and fire.

Pieces of bark fell off the swaying dead tree, turning into powder with a rustling sound, forming a thick circle of dust defense, blocking the flames from the outside.

After taking off the bark, a crack can be seen on the exposed tree. Inside the crack sits a skeleton-like figure, surrounded by fine roots, forming a whole.

The benefits of being a spiritual planter were highlighted in this way. All the other figures in the secret realm turned into withered bones, but this cultivator could survive well.

"Fellow Taoist, I only want a glimmer of hope, why do I have to fight so hard!"

On the dead tree, the shadow twisted its body and shouted loudly. It had no chance to fight back.

This cultivator must be a cultivator from the top Hedao sect in the Haotian realm.

In addition to the formation, 'Mixunzi' keeps attacking. Every blow he takes now is comparable to a full blow from an ordinary Void Refining Dzogchen cultivator. It is also protected by the Five Elements formation, which is equivalent to hitting others without taking any hits himself. beat.

One after another, long rivers of yin and yang fell in the sky, and a steady stream of pressure poured down. The resistance of the dead tree monk was directly shattered by the blow.

There are countless sword lights, palaces, and boats in the long river of Yin and Yang, carrying the aura of sharpness, gravity, etc., and the rushing dead trees continue to drop large pieces of dead branches and leaves.

"what!"

The shadow controlled the dead tree and was unable to dodge. The energy that swept through it shattered the defense formed by the bark and touched its original body.

‘Crack! ’

Finally, at the moment when a piece of yin and yang mysterious light fell, the figure sitting cross-legged in the gap between the tree trunks was directly stirred into a piece of white dust and floated.

The entire dead tree tumbled and was embedded in the rock wall, and then a dazzling sword light slashed down, chopping off a branch.

Under a series of attacks, the shadow could only parry but not fight back. After a branch was cut off, its breath became a little weaker.

But in the blink of an eye, the broken branches were called back, and with a burst of light, they grew back together.

"How many kinds of rules have you understood!"

The shadow was horrified, and kept complaining in his thoughts, how could he meet such a powerful monk who came in looking for an opportunity? The combat power of the man in front of him was fully qualified to fight with the first holy son of the sect when he was still there.

There are between three and five Hedao seeds in each generation of Dingyuan Xianzong. The goal is to select a candidate who can trigger the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation through competition.

Of course, he is not bad, but he doesn't like fighting in the past as he is older. If he really wants to fight, he can be among the seeds of Hedao.

"A dying person doesn't need to know so much."

'Mixuzi' spoke with an expressionless face, his big hands stretched out from his sleeves, and mysterious auras gathered in his palms.

The power of rules with different attributes was derived from the five fingers, and the sky condensed into a colorful big hand and fell down.

The original deity has comprehended the power of Hunyuan. As the clone with the highest combat power, although he has not practiced the art of Hunyuan, it is still simple to imitate the original deity and integrate the power of his own rules into one.

"It's too much to bully others, and I'm not someone to be manipulated by you."

Sensing the increasingly terrifying aura, the shadow roared angrily, and streams of black energy rose up from the dead trees. The colorful fireballs that fell when the formation was operating were thrown out one after another by the twisted energy touched by the black energy. .

The phantom completely merged with the dead tree, turning into a strange tree man with a human face. Three mysterious auras, namely the five elements, the soul path, and the death energy, were derived from it.

Of these three auras, death aura was the strongest. The black smoke rolled up a long black dragon. The moment it formed, it opened its mouth and swallowed several fireballs, annihilating them into nothingness in the dragon's mouth.

"Since you want me to die, I will make you pay the price even if I fight to the death today!"

The transformed tree man roared, and then the long black dragon rushed towards the formation.

"Yin Yang Fire!"

In an instant, a long river of black and white flames suddenly poured into the five-color flames from the formation, surrounding the rushing black dragon.

"Shield!"

The tree man swayed, and the lush forest-like dry branches swayed, and wisps of the five elements attributes spurted out, forming a huge shield of colorful spiritual trees in the sky.

"Blow it up!"

When the shield was formed, the long black dragon that rushed forward suddenly swelled up, and a vast aura surged up, turning into a huge wave and rumbling towards one part of the formation.

Click!

The formation suddenly began to sway violently, and cracks spread out.

The tree man was overjoyed when he saw cracks in the formation.

"Seize the soul!"

In an instant, the shimmering soul aura on the dead tree produced a stream of cyan light, which passed through the crack and passed away.

"town!"

The moment the green light shone in Mixunzi's eyes, a dazzling purple light fell first. Three hundred and sixty-five spaces evolved in the purple light, and the green light was smashed into countless pieces.

"Boom!"

The moment the green light was suppressed, the tree man swayed violently, and the multicolored shield suspended in the sky cracked inch by inch, and was then overwhelmed by the overwhelming multicolored spiritual fire.

Moreover, the long river of Yin and Yang poured down with countless swords and ships, ruthlessly pinning the tree man in place.

The colorful flames were blazing, the branches on the tree man's body ignited, and the rustling charcoal fell down.

But the human face that appeared on the trunk was constantly twisting and struggling.

"The treasure house is in the southeast. The secret technique to open the treasure house is..."

Seeing that he was about to be completely swallowed up by the colorful flames, the tree man shouted in horror. The purpose of such a monk entering his sect's legacy was obvious, just for resources.

"Fellow Taoist, you are just a farmer. How can you get your hands on the treasure house and the spiritual ban?"

Mixunzi was indifferent, and a large river of yin and yang poured down, cutting off the branches of the dead tree one by one from the trunk, and the magic power was drawn into the interior of the trunk to clean everything.

"I'm not reconciled!"

Finally, the human face on the tree trunk froze, and the dim light in the widened eyes dissipated, leaving two eye-ring-shaped marks.

A plume of gray smoke swirled up.

"Fellow Taoist, your opportunity is mine!"

The next moment, the five-element formation suddenly fell, and a figure rushed in impatiently. He laughed and rushed towards the dead tree, and grabbed it with his big hand.

The moment his palm touched the dead tree, little bits of light lit up everywhere in the dead tree, quickly gathering together.

The strong soul power swept in all directions, sweeping away the incoming colorful fireballs, forming a soul barrier in the sky, covering the branches and Mixunzi who rushed in within the barrier.

The barrier presents a sphere, with wisps of emerald green growing inside. Especially compared with the gray surrounding scene, this ray of green is even more vibrant and vibrant.

In the green, an extremely clear soul emerged, transforming into a middle-aged monk wearing a bunt and holding a jade hoe.

"Fellow Taoist, no matter how cunning a fox is, he cannot hide from a good hunter!"

At this moment, the middle-aged monk showed a relieved smile on his face. After he noticed the aura of the outsider, he knew that even if he relied on the Thousand Souls True Spirit Wood, he might not be his opponent in the end.

Only by being suppressed after a desperate effort can the monks' vigilance be lowered.

All the previous scenes were just for this final blow.

He is a spiritual planter, and although the Thousand Soul True Spirit Tree he cultivated is an acquired spiritual tree, it is actually a seventh-level soul tree, and the two have been fused for countless years.

"what……"

Suddenly, the middle-aged monk was startled.

The figure caught in the barrier by him had a wrong aura.

"What a spiritual tree. Even with my second-turn Soul Dao rules, I can't even sense your hidden soul power."

Mixunzi, who was trapped in the barrier, didn't show any signs of panic.

Before, his perception was indeed that the tree man's soul power was completely annihilated, and even the soul smoke came out.

In terms of perception, the feedback he received was that he was dead.

But in his stubborn mind, he felt that this practice might not be dead.

Therefore, a puppet character was thrown out.

You see, this test came out in no time.

In fact, all the situations during the fight with this Taoist friend just now are not important in his eyes. No matter whether the fight was brilliant or the world was shattered, he would not personally collect the spoils.

Is the loot so easy to collect?
We must pay attention to exploring, testing, and waiting, and it will take a hundred and eighty years to wait.

"you!"

Just as the middle-aged spiritual planter was about to speak out, 'Mixunzi' in the barrier grinned, and then his whole person turned into a flame and ignited.

"The sun and moon descend from the sky!"

At the same time, Mixunzi outside the formation called out the big flag, and the two sun, moon and stars rotated and dropped down, flooding the formation with countless swords and ships.

"Pfft."

The ghostly light barrier was shattered into pieces, and the figure of the green spiritual planter inside was shattered into nothingness and turned into bits and pieces of broken soul energy.

……

After more than ten breaths.

Hundreds of small gourds appeared at the location where the energy exploded, and each gourd contained some fragments of the remaining soul power.

Naturally, one cannot take it lightly when dealing with a monk with a strange soul.

Regardless of whether you have any backup plans, we will cut you into hundreds of parts and turn you into a piece of loose sand.

On the ground, the burned branches were charred and piled up in a mess.

Deep in the crack in the main trunk, a piece of wood shaped like a tree knot was taken out.

"The heart of the soul tree."

Mixunzi took the heart of the tree close to him, and the rules of the soul path on his body were derived independently and turned into a stone chime. His sense of the mystery of the soul path was like a wildly growing weed that could not be stopped.

In addition to the heart of the tree, the remaining trunk is also the seventh level of soul material.

As for the remaining branches, they are grafted objects, and their grade has reached at least the sixth level, but they do not belong to the soul attribute.

It seems that this spiritual planter has great ambitions and wants to cultivate a spiritual tree that integrates the five elements, the soul path and many other rules.

……

Not long after, Shen Lian, who controlled the entrance spiritual prison, frowned.

The name of the spiritual planter he killed was Lin Muling, and what he said before was not a lie.

Although this cultivation is not a sect's Hedao seed, its status in the Dingyuan Immortal Sect is not low. The reason why it is not a Hedao seed is mainly because I focus on cultivating the spiritual wood.

He wanted to cultivate a seventh-level spiritual creature for himself, but he also had a great ambition to turn it into a Tao seed.

It's a pity that the sect was destroyed too quickly, and the entire sect's core area was uprooted and pushed into the void star sea.

This cultivator also speculates that the entry of the core of the sect into the void star sea was not done by the people who destroyed the sect, but most likely by the ancestors of the sect.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have time to integrate with the seventh-level spirit tree and survive to his current situation.

"You did not die unjustly!"

In the broken memory, Shen Lian also found that this cultivator wanted to seize the body. This was not impossible. With the blessing of the seventh-level soul path spirit tree, the probability of someone else succeeding in seizing the body was very high.

"Two are at the Twelfth Floor Realm, one is at the Dao Basic Realm, and three are Hedao seeds who have great hope of surviving the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation. Counting you, a monk who claims to have a 50% chance of overcoming the Tribulation, this is Is it the strength of the Haotian Realm Hedao Sect?”

In the eyes of Dingyuan Immortal Sect, the concept of determining the seeds of Hedao is far different from that of Juntian Realm.

If the sect has the strength to obtain the spiritual object to protect the tribulation, it will let the disciples and the spiritual object to sense the tribulation in advance, so as to make a more accurate judgment on the probability level of successfully overcoming the tribulation.

This includes the monk's own heritage and the heritage provided by the sect, which cannot be afforded by other Hedao sects.

"No wonder Haotian Realm doesn't look down on Juntian Realm. Generations of immortal clans have mastered the promotion channels, so who would look down on Han Clan."

Shen Lian thought for a while, he might not even be considered a poor family. Not to mention the rules and imprints, he didn't even have a piece of land and could only be considered a gangster.

Rubbing his head, he felt that he could no longer explore this secret realm.

If you continue digging, you will easily find ghosts.

If it was really the ancestors of the Dingyuan Immortal Sect who pushed the core of the sect into the void star sea, then it most likely represents the marks on the four Huang Youdao people, and it was the work of the ancestors of the Dingyuan Immortal Sect and Hedao.

The twelfth floor.

I'm afraid I'm afraid.

"Fortunately, there should be some restrictions, otherwise it would be impossible for there to be no movement now."

After thinking about it, Shen Lian felt that to be on the safe side, it was better to explore the secret realm within a certain limit.

You can't repeatedly pick on the tip of the knife just because of possible restrictions. You still have to have the most basic respect for the ancestors of Hedao.

After sensing it, Mixunzi realized that the pure soul path mysteries emerging from the heart of the soul path tree he had obtained were too intense, and he had already begun to sit down and comprehend it.

According to this scenario, it won't take long for the Soul Dao to turn three. Once it has turned three, the control will be doubled, and the Hunyuan mana controlled by Shen Lian will also change.

"The person who did this was a spiritual being who protected the tribulation. Taking advantage of Mixunzi's clone to understand the rules of the soul path, I sensed the spirit taboo in the southeast direction of the clan library as soon as possible.

It would be best if I can obtain the spiritual object that protects the calamity. If not, I will withdraw from the secret realm. Huang Youdao and the four of them are in hand. I will explore again when my strength improves. "

Archaeological excavations have one and two phases, and Shen Lian felt that his participation in the secret realm could be divided into one and two phases.

If you can't defeat the possible Twelfth Floor Ancestor now, wait until he improves his strength and come back. Is there any problem?

"For those who participate in the secret realm in installments and retreat to practice intensively, I am really a genius in cultivation."

After muttering something, Shen Lian regretted letting in so many monks.

It seems that these monks cannot be let out, especially the beautiful women from Lingmu Immortal Palace. Once they go out and attract Immortal Palace, it will be even more troublesome.

However, regret is only temporary, and the development of things is beyond his control.

At this moment and that moment, he would not be able to contribute the ruins of the Hedao sect that really possessed spiritual objects that protected the calamity, even if they were excavated over a period of ten thousand years.

(End of this chapter)