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

Chapter 510: Hunting time, be ruthless and I will report myself!

"Got you."

Deep in the land of dirty light, Feng Mi’s fingers on his right hand were pressed together, and an illusory flame danced on them.

This is the secret skill of the Xianluo Clan, which can track the traces of monks based on their aura.

To be honest, if this Immortal Luo hadn't become his clone, Shen Lian would be like the monks swarming outside, coveting the body of the descendant of Immortal Luo.

Whether he grabs it or not is another matter, but he will definitely be greedy. The methods brought by the Xianluo bloodline are really outrageous.

Various secret techniques are emerging one after another, and the destruction of this clan is not unjust.

The fairy world does not allow such an awesome group to exist.

The magnetic light flashing in the land of dirty light has an impact on various spells, but at this moment, Feng Mi used the tracking method used by the Xianluo secret technique to easily find the direction of the target.

"Fellow Taoist of Xingxiu Palace, the treasures are those with immortal virtues. It is obvious that I have abundant immortal virtues, so I should be the owner of the spiritual treasures."

Deep in this overlapping space, colorful fluorescent lights flashed, and a black and white lake gurgled, looking like an ink painting from a distance.

"It's coming soon."

Half a month later, Feng Mi, who was on his way, raised his head and looked into the distance. There was a figure looming in the depths of the flashing magnetic light.

While forcing the poisonous mist out, Yin Jiurong felt resentful in his heart. He had already expected that the name the old devil reported before was a fake. It is a compulsory subject to get a false name when traveling in the fairy world.

"Hey, I blame you for being blind."

He is now scraping the bones to heal the wounds, driving the poisonous mist into the same piece of flesh and blood, and then dividing the whole piece of flesh and blood from the body.

But he was too greedy for the spiritual treasure of the Space Gate.

Often in this kind of area, the collision of turbid air and clean air is very fierce, and there are also a lot of broken spiritual taboos.

The methods of demonic cultivators have always been cunning and cunning, and poisonous methods that can infect monks in the Hedao realm are already very rare.

Every other area will encounter an area of ​​overlapping and intertwined space, forming a complicated and complicated broken space zone.

At the moment, he is not sure whether his goal is to be alone or with the monks of his sect.

His whole body was on guard, and then he ran away in another direction.

Along the way, Feng Mi encountered two more monks from different directions who came to surround him. He turned a blind eye and ignored them.

"Damn old devil, when I find out your true identity, I will cut you into pieces."

Within the Spiritual Forbidden City, there are sometimes lands, lakes, mountains, etc. with different landforms.

Feeling the flames on his fingertips beating more and more fiercely, Feng Mi's eyes flashed purple, and he kept looking at the overlapping and broken space around him.

At present, there are too many Hedao monks coming into the land of dirty light. He has also activated his magic power and exudes an aura that is comparable to Hedao monks. As long as he does not fight with others, it is not easy for outsiders to see through his realm.

"No, you're lucky, I haven't started killing you yet."

Similarly, the monks who met him would take a look at him and then choose another direction to leave.

But once this thing is refined, it will do terrible damage to Hedao.

"Very good. If you dare to peek at me despite being such a bear, I will put your life on the urgent list for you!"

This wisp of green poisonous mist integrated into the body is like a tarsal maggot directly integrated with flesh, mana, and rules, and has a tendency to rush towards the soul.

Along the way, he repeatedly wandered between the magnetic lights, carefully sensing the movement of the breath between his fingers.

The main one is Immortal Luo, and both sides are at peace.

"who!"

"Hey, there is someone."

This green light mist snake lingers outside the body, and sometimes jumps to the face, making its face look ferocious.

In the central area of ​​​​the lake, a starlight flickered, and a monk with relatively handsome features was sitting on it, but there was a faint green light emitting from his body.

"If the sect master is here, crushing this poisonous mist will be effortless."

Soon, Feng Mi stopped outside an overlapping space shrouded in magnetic light, and his figure quickly integrated into the space.

Avoiding the magnetic light and stepping on the space debris, Feng Mi quickly disappeared from the spot.

If I can capture it and refine it into an incarnation outside my body, I will have hope in Yujing in the future and Xingxiu Palace will also be in my hands. "

Although he was treating his injuries, the ambition in Yin Jiurong's heart had not faded. Who wouldn't want a descendant of Tianluo?

“With so many Hedao monks gathering now, I don’t know where the descendant of Xianluo is hiding.

……

After making sure that the monks he encountered were gone, Feng Mi continued on his way.

At the same time, the figure that appeared in the distance was also on guard with mana and moved in another direction.

But he couldn't stand the poisonous mist and had thoughts. Every time he was about to be trapped, he would jump to other places in his body.

A harsh voice sounded.

In the land of dirty light, the collision of clean air and turbid air produced magnetic light, and the void stirred by magnetic light continued to shatter.

Since the monks from Xingxiu Palace dared to catch him, he was naturally not polite and snatched him away.

Yin Jiurong was suddenly startled. In his confusion, he quickly summoned starlight from all directions and fled into the distance without thinking.

The moment his spiritual thoughts swept across the surroundings, his face was suddenly shocked.

"The old devil!"

"No, you are not Kuang..."

"Jie Jie!"

In the space derived from the black and white lake, demonic energy rolled out, and a faint light formed a halo and was already pressed into Yin Jiurong's sea of ​​spiritual thoughts.

"what!"

Not only was the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts affected, but even the physical body was baptized by the dense silver space sharpness.

In just an instant, Yin Jiurong's soul fell into a state of downtime.

His thoughts were still stuck in the consciousness of 'not an old devil'.

At the same time, two stars with alternating brilliance of sun and moon appeared above the lake, covering the entire space.

Then, the two stars seemed to be attracted by a strong attraction, and began to be sucked into two long and narrow streams of light, piercing the void from a high place and penetrating Yin Jiurong's body.

The anti-polar power of yin and yang surged crazily on Yin Jiurong's body. The mana fused with starlight was messed up, and a big crack was torn open in his dantian.

The physical body cracked, the Dantian was shattered, Feng Mi transformed into a black robe, and the sinister figure with triangular eyebrows fell down, and then an even more powerful spiritual thought crashed into Yin Jiurong's spiritual sea.

In the mind sea, Yin Jiurong's soul, which had been knocked down by the Three Burial Souls, was then torn into pieces.

The broken soul flashed continuously, exuding frightened and trembling thoughts.

"You...you are a descendant of Xianluo!"

After all, he was also a monk from Xingxiu Palace, and he finally came to his senses under his remnant soul.

Not only did he react, he also quickly recalled some past events.

"When I fight with the old devil, you are right next to me!"

Only in this way can the descendants of Xian Luo find him and shake him with the help of the old devil's appearance.

"How dare you run out!"

In the mind sea, the consciousness of Yin Jiurong's remnant soul, which was divided into dozens of parts, flickered.

Is this Xian Luo crazy? Do you know how many monks are arresting him in the Land of Dirty Light now?

"I am the Lord of Immortals, and you are worthy of arresting me!"

Divine thoughts descended into Yin Jiurong's sea of ​​divine thoughts, grabbing the remaining souls unceremoniously and tyrannically grabbing the memories within them.

If it weren't for this bit of news, how could he have been kept alive for so long.

"You can't run away even if you kill me?"

Seeing his soul being killed continuously, Yin Jiurong panicked. He wanted to reunite the remaining souls, but what the hell was this information that separated his soul.

You need to use your feet to soak your feet. Needless to say, what is a foot soak if you don’t use your feet?

God's high-end elixir must be refined using the simplest method.

What the hell is this news?

"The Xingxiu Palace has a destiny with me. Why do I want to run away? The majestic Immortal has nothing to fear."

Feng Mi spoke coldly, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, crushing a remnant soul with every breath.

……

"Old thief Xingxiu, the Taoist Xianluo who killed your disciples, what can you do to me?"

After half a stick of incense, Feng Mi waved his hand, and the entire black and white lake was enveloped in silver light, and a cloud of blood mist exploded.

He transformed into an old devil and took advantage of the situation to assume a proud posture.

In an instant, in the exploding blood mist, a stream of starlight rushed outwards, and suddenly crashed into the overlapping space derived from the surroundings.

After crashing through dozens of spaces, Feng Mi's big hand stretched out to hold it.

With a 'pop' sound, the starlight in the space was crushed by his big hands. Feng Mi waved his hand. The score just now was considered in vain, and the mark of death was not transmitted.

He was prepared that he wouldn't be able to intercept it, but he didn't expect that it would be too bad.

It has to be said that Xingxiu Palace is different from the sect of the two Hedao monks that were killed before. This sect is stronger and has the mark of death.

"Buzz!"

After rubbing his hands, Feng Mi used a gentle move to summon a silver-colored stone door on his body.

"Hey, why is he a person without a weapon spirit? It's convenient for me."

His spiritual thoughts sank into the stone door, and in the weapon spirit space inside, he saw the words 'Star Space Gate'.

"Good stuff, let's go and practice it first."

……

More than half a month later, somewhere in the land of filthy light, in a Ruoguo-sized space deep in the overlapping space, Feng Mi opened his eyes.

In front of him, a silver stone door covered with starlight spots floated up and down.

The starlight on the surface of this stone door is actually a pattern of stars, but it has been reduced and turned into light spots.

This space gate is a seventh-grade spiritual treasure that combines the two rules of stars and space. Space is used to travel, and stars are used to guide.

By the way, the original owner of this space gate is called Yin Jiurong, one of the Supreme Elders of Xingxiu Palace.

There are a total of seven Hedao monks in Xingxiu Palace, among whom there are as many as three in the Twelfth Floor Realm, and the strongest one is in the Seventh Transformation Realm.

Now, he also knows the distinction between levels on the twelfth floor.

According to Yin Jiurong's memory, once the twelfth floor of rank seven or above descends into the sea of ​​turbid air and is noticed by the Qingshen tribe, the Hedao monks at the corresponding level will be triggered to take action.

In order to limit the scale of the two sides' conquest, both sides of the Qinghuo world had a tacit agreement not to use twelfth-floor monks above rank seven.

Of course, this is just a tacit understanding and does not represent the real situation.

Fortunately, it can take tens of thousands of years for a monk in the twelfth floor realm to condense his magic power. At the level of six or seven turns, it can even take tens of thousands of years. Most of the time, he is up and practicing.

After closing the space door for preliminary sacrifice, Feng Mi slowly stood up.

Because of the existence of the innate spiritual forbidden area, he remodeled this area and turned it into a seventh-level spiritual forbidden land. He reconstructed a total of four such places in the Land of Dirty Light as places for shelter and healing.

The four caves are called No. 1, 2, 3 and 4. This is Cave No. 3 in front of us.

"The hunt begins!"

After stretching out his hands and moving his legs, Feng Mi quickly escaped.

While others haven't noticed his traces yet, let's get a few more Taoist friends to play with, and also leave more... inheritance for me.

……

"Second head!"

A few days later, in the depths of a churning sea of ​​clouds, Feng Mi put away a fat demon king.

Then, he quickly gathered away the surrounding atmosphere and disappeared.

The memory of a monk in the Hedao Realm is long, and he has no way to pull it out quickly. He can only forcefully pour it into his memory, allowing me to sort it out bit by bit.

In this event, Feng Mi was just a cold and ruthless killer.

Another half month has passed.

"the third."

A monk, shrouded in hazy green light, was taken into Feng Mi's pocket.

However, the commotion of the fight also attracted the prying eyes of other nearby monks. Some monks quickly escaped from afar, and then wandered thousands of miles away, advancing and retreating, looking very much in need of a beating.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded, and the mana generated by gravity and blood surged out.

"Are you guys going to compete with me to see who can die faster?"

The sound rumbled and murderous intent lingered.

Several spying figures lingering in the distance quickly fled away and disappeared into the distance.

Seeing that there was no one around, Feng Mi quickly dispersed the area where they were fighting, and then fled away.

However, he did not go far and hid in the darkness.

Sure enough, a dark dragon that had been wandering in the distance not long ago ran back sneakily.

Clouds and mist are steaming under the belly of the black dragon, and clouds are lingering wherever it passes.

Just as he rushed over, he suddenly let out a scream, his slightly bloated body twisted and knotted together, and the water magic power all over his body surged out, washing away in all directions.

"There are ways to survive everywhere, but you didn't take it, so you just sent it here. This skin is good, enough to draw magic talismans."

A cold voice sounded in Jiaofu's sea of ​​spiritual thoughts. In the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts that had been washed away in pieces, the dragon souls that rushed away turned into hundreds of small dragons.

"Fellow Taoist, stop, I am Minghe Dragon Palace..."

"Reptile, even if your father is the Dragon Ancestor!"

In an instant, dazzling silver lights lit up in the void in all directions.

The broken space was all aroused, and the dragon's body was enveloped in it.

"You...you...immortal..."

"Pfft!"

Feng Mi quickly crushed the soul of Taoist Jiaolong and swallowed the memory fragments in it whole.

……

Looking at the broken space around him and the wandering aura of mana, Feng Mi sighed. Fishing in troubled waters was impossible.

Although they had gathered their aura before, the people who came to the Land of Evil Light were all Hedao monks. If any of these monks didn't have some means, they might have captured his aura now.

His spiritual sense sensed the surroundings, and there was no aura of other monks, so Feng Mi quickly fled away.

Not long after, a stream of light came from a distance, and the divine mind carefully tested it, inspecting the broken spiritual restrictions around it.

This area had long been riddled with holes, filled with fluorescent holes, not long after the divine mind entered them.

The visitor's expression changed.

Soon, a ball of mana surrounded by nine colors surged in the cultivator's hand.

"The magic power of Xianluo, the nine rules, the rumors are actually true."

A flash of excitement flashed in Yong Lin's eyes. Instead of chasing after him, he quickly dodged to the outer area. His big hand rolled up an earthy yellow whirlwind and blasted around the space.

It has captured the aura of the Xianluo bloodline, so naturally it cannot let others share this opportunity. It can slow down other people's prying eyes as much as possible.

This area was completely bombarded into ruins, and all kinds of chaotic auras were mixed into a mess. After his spiritual thoughts swept around, Yong Lin nodded with satisfaction and quickly moved towards the distance.

Such movement naturally attracted the attention of other monks, and soon another monk came from afar, with a pair of eyes flashing with a strange mysterious light, scanning the area.

After pondering for a moment, he saw this cultivator slowly opening his mouth, and his originally sky-shaped upper and lower jaws began to elongate rapidly, forming a pointed beak.

As the mouth opened and closed, a snake-like tongue stretched out, turned into a thousand feet in size, and began to sweep across the broken void.

This whip-like long tongue flashed with a hazy blood light, and all kinds of breaths around the broken space turned into cyclones strangely, floating towards the tongue.

Among the many cyclones, there are a few floating and nine-colored air masses, emitting a little bit of luster.

"call!"

The next moment, the long tongue gathered together the nine-color air balls rolled back.

"Nine kinds of regular mana, descendants of Xianluo!"

The long mouth retracted and turned into Di Baotian's face again. A flash of excitement flashed in Ji Conghui's eyes, and then a sneer appeared.

"Descendants of Xianluo, do you think you have hidden yourself deeply enough?"

"hehe!"

Back then, it obtained the blood essence and blood of a Cloud Soul Sky Bird, but instead of using it to temper its body, it combined it with a secret technique to refine it, and turned it into its own exclusive secret technique.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Ji Conghui raised his big hand and launched several attacks in the already shattered void.

After destroying the corpse again, he quickly fled into the distance.

Just half a day after Ji Conghui left, another monk came looking for him. This time it was a monk from the Qingshen tribe. After checking back and forth several times, the monk finally had no choice but to escape far away.

……

"The search for the turtle spirit."

In the space shrouded by magnetic light, an earth-yellow aura turtle was suspended in front of Yong Lin, and a nine-color flame burned on the turtle's body.

The suspended turtle's body was like Sinan, constantly circling and shaking, using its head to guide Yong Lin's direction.

"God bless me."

Feeling the flames on the little turtle's body beating more and more fiercely, Yong Lin suppressed the excitement in his heart.

As the leader of the Guifu Immortal Sect, his life was not as glorious as in the eyes of his juniors.

Guifu Immortal Sect is one of the Five Elements Immortal Sects.

The four major forces of Hezunhuo, Muyuan, Jinyang, and Minghe are respectively in charge of the four-turn gold, wood, water, fire, and earth marks.

Their Five Immortal Sects are better than the Blank Slate Immortal Sect. Being able to establish a sect does not mean that the founder is so powerful, but because there are people in Haotian and Cangtian Realm who need to establish the Five Elements Immortal Sect.

To put it bluntly, they are more like the outer courtyard of a large sect.

The leader of the sect is even jokingly called the Lord of the Mountain in the Outer Courtyard. The mark of the sect's leadership means that he needs to obey the arrangements of those major sects at all times.

As a Hedao monk, who doesn't want to make progress, who doesn't want to be proud and independent, instead of being ordered around.

"arrive!"

All the way to an area covered by magnetic light and overlapping spaces, Yong Lin's body flashed khaki, and a turtle shell suddenly appeared on his back, turning into the appearance of a turtle prime minister.

The Guifu Immortal Sect is incompetent in other spells, but its defense technique is the best among Haotian.

After Yong Lin circled around, he retracted into the turtle shell with a swish. Then the turtle shell quickly shrank, and he got in along a crack in the spiritual forbidden area.

……

This is the second cave of Cunning Rabbit.

"Why did one just come?"

Feng Mi frowned slightly in the depths of the flickering spirit, his aura had been leaked, there was no reason to just use a turtle shell.

Is it possible that these monks who came to search for him are blind and their spiritual thoughts are also blind?

Can't you see such a large fighting area?

It makes no sense.

"I didn't expect that an old turtle as broad as a mountain ridge and with lines like nine palaces would be so shameless."

Soon, Feng Mi thought of the reason.

I'm really angry.

When I hid before, I wished that all the auras would be destroyed, but now I don't want to hide anymore. Anyway, such a Taoist monk won't be able to hide sooner or later.

Now that there are four Hedao monks in hand, it is better to fight hard and kill one more to gain more.

But he happened to meet a good person and ended the breath he had released.

"I really need to thank you so much!"

After the words fell, Feng Mi's figure disappeared into the space.

……

"Boom!"

The spiritual taboos in the depths surrounded by the spirit taboos lit up and turned into streaks of flowing flames falling down.

Yong Ling huddled in the turtle shell, and the lines on the turtle shell lit up in series, forming a thick defense to block the spiritual light from the body. Boom!
The exploding energy ripples flipped the turtle shell out in an instant, smashing dozens of layers of space into pieces. However, the spirit patterns on the turtle shell flickered, showing no signs of being harmed.

"Three buried souls!"

When the turtle shell was still shrouded in the broken space, an extremely powerful spiritual attack fell from a high altitude, directly passed through the layers of defensive aura, and penetrated into the turtle shell.

"what!"

The screams resounded inside the turtle shell, and Yong Ling, who had been shrinking inside the turtle shell, suddenly came out, rolling with the turtle shell in the broken space.

"go with!"

Feng Mi took action again, and every one was a piece of meat, so there was no reason not to take it.

Vast mana surged out and turned into a blade of light and sword shadow, blasting towards Yong Lin.

But at this moment, Yong Lin, who was supposed to have his spiritual thoughts shut down under the impact of the Three Burial Souls, suddenly lit up a black and yellow light on the tortoise shell, and retracted into the tortoise shell again.

The turtle shell also rolled up, and it was knocked out of the broken space. Then, without looking back, it blasted through the many spiritual barriers and disappeared in the magnetic light.

This is the first time that the Three Burial Soul Rebellion Technique has not accomplished anything.
There is no defensive spirit treasure in this old turtle's mind sea. The only possibility is that he has an extremely long memory, and the number can barely block the boundless chaotic information fragments.

"Isn't this really an old turtle?"

Feng Mi did not chase because the second prey came.

"Fellow Taoist, you came just in time, you die for him!"

Feng Mi's eyes shot up to the sky with murderous intent.

From now on, it all depends on his luck. If he can meet the monk on the twelfth floor later, he will have more fun. If he is unlucky and meets the monk on the twelfth floor, he will have to run away.

"what!"

Ji Conghui, who was chasing after him, sensed the fluctuation of mana. As soon as he rushed towards him, he felt an astonishing murderous intention, and he was so frightened that he stopped quickly.

"escape!"

He felt his mana trembling, and without thinking, he patted his dantian. A flying shuttle quickly landed at his feet and began to escape.

Feng Mi waved his sleeves and raised his arms, and a nine-color mana surrounded Ruo Yunxia surged out, and his figure turned into an illusory Kunpeng and landed on top of the escaping monk.

At the same time, the mana was enveloped in the sword light and sword shadow formed by the mana in the sky.

Ji Conghui hurriedly summoned his magic power and placed a layer of defense on his body.

"puff!"

"Puff."

But the mana frenzy formed by the nine three-turn rules directly tore the defense into pieces and knocked him away with blood all over his body.

He wanted to escape again, but found that his body seemed to be in a world of mountains and ravines, and he was so pressed that he could not move.

In just a short moment, Ji Conghui felt like he had been bombarded hundreds of times. His robe was shattered into pieces, revealing an extremely delicate bellyband with little flowers.

At this moment, flowers sprouted from this bellyband, and its defensive power was astonishing. It held up Feng Mi's boundless mountain and river spell on it, giving Ji Conghui a chance to breathe.

"The descendants of Xianluo live up to their reputation, and there is nothing we can do to get out of here quickly."

While he was thankful that the bellyband he had obtained at auction had strong defense, Ji Conghui's face was filled with fear, and he jumped up and ran away without any hesitation.

But before he could get up, he suddenly let out a scream, and then his Dantian shattered, and his mind seemed to be divided into countless pieces.

"Fellow Taoist, I can use your memory."

Feng Mi urged his magic power to wash away this cultivator's physical body, and first washed away most of his soul in the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts.

Although the memory obtained by doing this may not be so complete, it is safer and more secure.

Soon, a wisp of soul smoke rose up, then turned into nothingness, and Feng Mi quickly fled away.

This is the fifth one.

The sound of the broken spirit prison was loud, and it quickly attracted the attention of the monks. The turtle shell that had escaped far away ran back again, exposing its head and looking at it from a distance.

"Descendants of Xianluo!"

Suddenly three monks appeared everywhere at the same time. After capturing the wandering mana, the aura could not be concealed.

One of the three monks quickly passed it to the other monks in the sect.

Word spread quickly.

Don't look at everyone swarming in, but news is still news. At this moment, after catching the magic breath of the nine rules, the news is confirmed as fact.

There are really monks who understand the nine rules. Let’s not talk about whether they are immortals or not. The nine rules are enough.

……

In the flash of magnetic light, a piece of silver light surged, and a stone door on the silver light swayed violently.

Inside the stone door, Feng Mi staggered out and hit a magnetic light.

In his hand was a figure dripping with blood.

"The sixth one!"

He closed the space door and quickly disappeared from the spot.

……

A month later.

"the seventh!"

In the middle of the shattered space, Feng Mi sacrificed himself out of the space door. The moment he turned around, magical power surged from all directions.

The magic power of several regular auras of flame, gravity, and water was shrouded, and the air waves rolled out and slapped on the space door.

"puff!"

But under the turbulent attack, the space door was covered, but it didn't stop Feng Mi's power at all.

"I let him run away again. How did the space door of Xingxiu Palace fall into his hands?"

Some monks recognized the space door. After all, the stars on it were so easy to identify.

The space here in the Land of Dirty Light is shattered, and there is no starlight to mark it.

But the monks who are descendants of Xianluo who can't stand the control of the space gate don't need to identify the direction at all, they just need to escape from the distance of their encirclement and suppression.

"Damn it, are you really not afraid of death in this practice?"

One after another Hedao monks died, making the Hedao monks in the land of dirty light tense up.

The descendants of Xianluo are so powerful that ordinary Daoji can't even make a few moves in their hands.

The key is that this cultivator has also understood the rules of space, and has the space spirit treasure in hand. This broken land is simply his home field.

"Chasing, the magnetic light is shrouded, the space is weak, this cultivator can't run very far!"

"As an Immortal who is still in the Void Refining Realm, how long can he last no matter how strong he is?"

……

Tens of thousands of miles away, silver light flashed, and Feng Mi escaped from it.

It is indeed fast to escape through the space door, but this door is not omnipotent in the land of dirty light. Due to the influence of magnetic light, the distance and destination of escape cannot be controlled.

After rushing out of the space door, his spiritual thoughts quickly swept around, and then Feng Mi sensed a stream of green light flashing thousands of miles away.

At the same time, both sides discovered each other.

Moreover, there are other monks in the further direction, and their aura is like a blazing sun.

"Twelfth floor!"

"Descendants of Xianluo!"

In the broken space, spiritual thoughts surged in an instant.

Feng Mi didn't hesitate at all, turned around and pulled out the space door and left.

"Where to go!"

In the aura as vast as the sun, a shadow of a three-legged firebird was born. As the shadow of the firebird collapsed, a middle-aged monk wearing a golden robe was revealed.

As he raised his hand, the blazing golden light turned into a sharp claw in the sky and was imprinted on the space gate across the sky.

"Bah!"

The blazing hot breath melted the broken space directly, and the shadow of the space door was also melting rapidly.

But on every space barrier in the overlapping space, there is a space door. The moment the scorching heat is generated, the space door has quickly escaped.

"Hoohoo!"

One hundred thousand miles away, Feng Mi was knocked out of a magnetic light, and the blazing golden flames shrouded the back of his buttocks, making him scream and slap his buttocks continuously.

Damn it, the Golden Crow Zhiyang Fire was so fierce, it directly chased the space door and burned it out, almost burning his butt bald.

"Respect the Fire Immortal Sect, I will remember you for my revenge."

I killed the Fire Sparrow of Zunhuo Immortal Sect before, but now I got a more powerful one.

In the dantian, several Qi-boosting pills were quickly dissolved, and the torrential medicinal power quickly filled the meridians, and Feng Mi fled towards the distance.

After killing seven Hedao in a row, the monks who surrounded and suppressed him also learned their lesson. If each sect had enough people, they would act together, and individual monks also began to unite.

However, when these monks unite, Feng Mi is not helpless. The four Cunning Rabbit Cave that he had renovated before can be put to use.

No, there are three left, and the one hit by the turtle shell cannot be used.

After sensing the position, Feng Mi quickly fled towards the distance.

The cunning rabbit has four holes.

The space here is intertwined with magnetism and light. Two intertwined black and white streams of light hang high in the sky. Below is a chaotic area composed of broken spaces. In these broken places, you can see the interweaving of spiritual bans.

After entering the cave, Feng Mi first prepared his space door, then sat cross-legged at the door to refine the medicinal power in his body.

Not long after, the dazzling golden flames from outside the cave surged in again, burning the void directly into nothingness, destroying all the magnetic light and broken space.

The methods of the monks on the twelfth floor were much more tyrannical than that of Daoji. Even if Feng Mi used the space door to escape, he still could not avoid their pursuit.

Just as Jinque mobilized the flames to burn the area in front of him, a golden sword light struck from the distance, shattering the space fragments along the way into nothingness.

"Jinyang!"

Jinque saw the golden sword light in the sky and immediately recognized who it was.

The Jinyang Sword Sect is also the leader of the Five Elements Immortal Sect. Although Jinyang is still a Taoist, the inherited sword in his hand is too powerful and has been stained with the blood of the Twelfth Floor monks.

"Brother Jinque Taoist came so quickly."

After Jin Yang fell, his tracking secret method located the area in front that was shrouded in magnetic light and runes.

"Stop talking nonsense and let everyone do their job!"

……

"Damn, what bad luck."

Inside the Cunning Rabbit's Four Cave, Feng Mi looked a little unhappy as he felt the two breaths from outside.

A breath was as blazing as the ocean, as if it was going to burn the whole world.

A sharp edge that was about to pierce through the sky.

Daoji didn't attract him, he first attracted him from the twelfth floor.

Without any hesitation, he stood up and left. Before leaving, he sent out a spell with his hands, and a ball of nine-color magic power floated high like a cloud.

At the same time as the silver light door flickered, the nine-color mana cloud swayed down and just touched a piece of innate spiritual forbidden land that was burning with silver light.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the area was filled with overflowing rivers and seas, the ground surged like a dragon, innate spiritual taboos soared into the sky, and magnetic light struck in all directions like lightning.

Outside the Cunning Rabbit's Cave, Jin Yang and Jin Que, who were taking action, immediately realized something was wrong.

"Body care!"

From the turbulent golden ocean, a golden three-legged golden crow emerged, spreading its flame wings to cover the golden bird.

At the same time, the sword on Master Jinyang's body was like a swimming dragon, releasing hundreds of millions of sword lights and slashing forward.

"Boom!"

In an overlapping space that looked no more than two thousand miles in size from the outside, billions of spiritual restraints exploded simultaneously, and the energy they set off impacted in all directions, colliding with the flaming sword light.

Dazzling energy soared into the sky, causing an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles to see a blaze of light reaching into the sky.

More than 100,000 miles away, Feng Mi was staggered by the turbulent space as soon as he rushed out, and continued to escape without hesitation.

Twelve is treated the same way here.

Three thousand miles ahead, two figures were guarding against each other and moving forward together.

When he saw Feng Mi, he was shocked at first, and then showed excitement.

"Descendants of Xianluo!"

Seeing this, Feng Mi grinned and struck out with a palm, his figure following him like a shadow, covering the two of them under the attack.

However, the attack from the third level of the soul path only fell on one of the demon clans. The demon clan's soul power was weaker than that of other clans.

Sure enough, the demon covered with demon scales immediately let out a scream, and before he could react, Feng Mi had already come closer, and the figure was like a ghost, getting close and digging in.

Then, regardless of the other monk, he took out the demon monk and fled away.

The eighth Taoist priest.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, starlight suddenly covered the four directions, and the space that was originally surging around was also imprisoned.

Within the starlight, a hazy shadow slowly gathered.

"You will have a formidable future. You are worthy of being a descendant of Xianluo. Your journey ends here!"

Feng Mi, who was fleeing far away, immediately felt the confinement of space. When his body wanted to pass into the space, it was as if it collided with an iron stone and made a rattling sound.

Then he saw a figure in the mid-air behind him, where the stars gathered and stretched out a hand.

The palm of this hand was covered with star patterns, and runes hung jinglingly, falling down at an incredible speed.

Feng Mi crushed the demon clan's divine thoughts in his hand, looked back and took out the other hand, and then the figure moved sideways.

A puppet, exuding the smell of blood, crashed towards the falling hand.

Rumble!
The violent energy exploded, and the fallen hand was immediately lifted high by the energy. The void that was imprisoned in all directions burst apart, and Feng Mi dived in.

"town!"

A majestic voice sounded, and the big hands that had just been rushed up and shattered reunited and grabbed Feng Miyuan in the direction of escape.

The big hand rumbled into the depths of the broken space, completely shattering the already broken space into nothingness.

The monk who took action turned into a middle-aged monk with a majestic face, and quickly turned into a stream of light to chase after him.

The descendants of Xianluo have been severely damaged. It would be too tragic if others missed it at this time.

……

"Pfft!"

Feng Mi, who used Space Escape, was immediately swept up by the terrifying energy. The flesh and blood on his back burst apart, revealing a flowery bellyband that caught the blood.

Then, he blended the blood into the rules and accelerated his escape. By the time he escaped from this area, his whole body had turned into a bloody man.

"puff!"

"puff!"

The blood in the body is surging, and magic power is constantly surging out of the body. Xianluo's magic power is indeed powerful, but the gap between it and the twelfth floor realm is too big.

Feeling the riot in his body, Feng Mi crushed more than twenty Qi-boosting elixirs at once, and the rolling power of the medicine began to wash over his whole body, suppressing the injuries in his body forcefully.

"The twelfth floor is amazing!"

All kinds of methods failed one after another at the hands of Twelfth Floor, which made Feng Mi feel uncomfortable.

Brother Daoji has already killed eight of them. It looks like it won't be easy to kill Daoji again.

Most of the memories of these eight Daoji monks have been captured. Based on the memory information of the eight people, it is almost possible to figure out the distribution of the situation in Haotian Realm. It is time to consider the way out.

All the monks' current goal has become to capture the descendants of Xianluo.

If you want to end this hunting activity, you will either be caught by one party, or you will directly destroy yourself so that no one can get it, or you will sneak out quietly.

While thinking, Feng Mi quickly fled in the direction of Cunning Rabbit's Cave.

In the direction of Cave 1, the clone of Den Yan has been waiting outside for a long time.

One of the retreat routes is to get into the body of Denyan and leave with the help of the Qingshen clan.

However, this route may not be feasible. He has already seen the method on the 12th floor. It is many times better at tracking than Daoji. It may not be possible for Renyan to hide it.

Even so, Feng Mi still headed towards Cunning Rabbit Cave.

"Buzz!"

The silver light was scorching, and there were many phantoms in the broken overlapping space.

Suddenly, there was a flash of silver light, and Feng Mi jumped out of the silver light, with a chill rising all over his body, and he raised his head and looked around.

"Someone is plotting against him!"

"what!"

In an instant, he felt as if countless ants had burrowed into his body, biting his bones and marrow, and boundless pain spread through his body.

Under the pain, the mana began to dissipate, and the body could not help but roll in the broken space.

……

"Ah, who is so shameless?"

In the territory of Zhongjuntian, Shen Lian himself was also affected. There are many secret techniques in the fairy world, not to mention the dirty ones.

The little figure of Shen Lian's spiritual thoughts was shrouded in purple light, and he put the Hunyuan jade plate on his head.

At this moment, multicolored lights rose from the jade plate, and the mist intertwined and outlined the shadow of a chessboard.

At every crisscross position on the chessboard, there is a figure with an aura at the level of refining the void, standing still, complimenting the colorful intersection in the middle area.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the circling energy of the five colors turned into a whirlpool. Three hundred and sixty figures in all directions swayed violently. The vitality and mana were violently extracted and quickly integrated into the five elements cycle.

"I give it to the town!"

After receiving the blessing of the Talisman Array Disk, Shen Lian regained control of Feng Mi's clone.

……

Feng Mi, who was rolling in the broken space, suddenly rushed up at this moment. All his mana returned to his meridians and Dantian, and he fled towards the distance with a distorted face.

The pain in his body did not dissipate, but it was temporarily suppressed.

But he didn't get far when thunder exploded above his head.

"Again!"

I saw a ray of fire dazzling in the thunder, like a spark falling from a high altitude.

"Who is this!"

The sparks derived from the void did not fall after floating above his head, but followed Feng Mi far away.

Only when you want to use magic to break it can you confirm that the star is a phantom.

This is positioned.

Feng Mi sighed and stopped paying attention to the sparks above his head.

This situation had been expected for a long time. If these Haotian realm monks couldn't handle his small practice, why did he need to go to such trouble?

With such a positioning, even if it is hidden in the body of Denyan, it will be sensed.

In this case, there is only one alternative.

He rushed towards Jiaotu Cave No. 1 without any concealment.

This place has the largest number of innate spiritual taboos remaining. The external area exceeds thousands of miles, and the internal overlapping space area is hundreds or thousands of times that of the outside. There are countless magnetic lights, the spiritual taboos are spread out, and he has already arranged a seventh-level formation.

If you want to catch him, there is no way. At worst, he will die in front of you.

He rushed all the way into the area of ​​Jiaotu Cave No. 1.

Dozens of breaths after Feng Mi rushed in, a ray of green light followed from far to near, and also rushed in immediately.

However, after rushing in for thousands of miles, the space in front of him was messed up.

The green light stopped, revealing the appearance of Yan Yan. He grabbed a piece of space in front of him with his hand and crushed it into nothingness with hatred.

Taking advantage of the situation, he put away several storage spirit treasures.

Then, he took out a jade talisman for communication.

"Lord Snake, I found a descendant of Xianluo!"

(End of this chapter)