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

Chapter 569: Eighth Transformation Tower, Understanding the Rules with the Avatar

Shen Lian naturally didn't dare to eat the food made by the Mahayana. His ability was limited to practicing Qi training.

Those who use Mahayana to bait the nest are destined to come up empty-handed.

In comparison, Shen Lian felt that it was more interesting to continue to stir up trouble. At this point it didn't matter who did it. This was forcing Kunpeng Palace and Lingmu Immortal Palace to go to war.

Even if I get suppressed again this time, it doesn’t matter.

The threshold for the fight between the two sides is constantly increasing. The harder they suppress it now, the more tragic it will be when it explodes.

Shen Lian was too lazy to guess who the guy was who attacked this time. It didn’t matter. Whoever he wanted could do it.

He just started it, and everyone else just had to follow suit.

I believe that after this time, there will be a next time. It is obvious that they want to trample on the reputation of the Hedao Holy Land.

The Hedao Holy Land is not afraid of these exposed news, but the premise is that these news will not exist for long. After a long time, low-level cultivators can pass on several generations in thousands of years, and this kind of news will naturally be forgotten.

But if someone is willing to consolidate it for all living beings after hundreds or thousands of years, then it would be hard to say.

Shen Lian is now very sure that this matter is not over yet, and there will definitely be continuous consolidation treatments in the future.

For him, he would feel relieved as long as someone continued to make trouble for Lingmu and Kunpeng.

How can he practice with peace of mind if the fairy world is not in chaos?

"Practice!"

……

Three hundred years passed in the blink of an eye.

"How is Hesong?"

Lin Xia, who had been busy for a long time, took some time to ask.

Soon, one of his men reported back on Hesong's trip to Juntian.

"The old man is quite afraid of death."

Knowing that Hesong had retreated into a cowardly state, Lin Xia scolded him with a smile.

The bait had been thrown out for hundreds of years but there was no movement, so he was not very anxious.

Fishing is all about who can hold their breath.

As an experienced angler, he doesn't think he will come up empty-handed.

A few hundred years is still too short for a Mahayana cultivator.

He has not been idle over the years and has continued to arrange personnel to conduct more detailed investigations, and a lot of buried information has been discovered.

However, the news about the Butian Sect in the Yunxiao Realm still focuses on the cultivator Pei Tianlan.

But Pei Tianlan disappeared.

As for other gains, it was that we discovered that the Bu Tian Sect emerged in the southern part of the Yunxiao Realm, but there was no more specific information.

The records about the rise of the Butian Sect are sporadic, scattered here and there, as if they appeared in jumps.

The key point is that those who knew the news have all died of old age. The first batch of Void Refining cultivators born in the realm were promoted only after they were baptized after the realm was opened.

"Pass the order down, and place all the women of childbearing age in Hesong's family somewhere else. Don't let Hesong take anyone away."

Since we have decided to play the long game to catch the big fish, we cannot let Hesong complete his reincarnation, otherwise there will be setbacks in the bait.

Lin Xia didn't know to what extent Hesong had refined the Daotai, but as long as all the women in Hesong's family were moved away, Hesong would have no choice but to submit.

Reincarnation is an extremely difficult thing, and every step must be done carefully. In order to be able to return successfully, Hesong did not dare to go outside to look for a woman who was not related to him by blood.

……

Inside the rift between heaven and earth.

Outside the inverted realm, Shen Lian was scratching his head.

After coming out of retreat, he has officially advanced to the eighth level, twelfth floor.

But looking at the upside-down world in front of him, he still didn't have the courage to go in.

He can't get through, but from another perspective, it means Mi Xuzi is also safer.

After wandering around for a while, Shen Lian had no choice but to start his retreat again, waiting for the inverted realm to disappear or escape.

Sitting cross-legged in the cave again, Shen Lian circulated his chaotic magic power to expel the force of the reversal of water and fire on his arms. His original intention was to see if he could comprehend the power of reversing rules.

This kind of rule power is so mysterious. If he can comprehend it, his combat power when fighting with others will at least increase by several percent.

Unfortunately, even with the help of chaos rules, it still doesn't work.

When you touch the realm of inversion, what you encounter is not how to comprehend the rules of inversion, but how to make your body not inverted in the first place.

The spirit and energy of the soul surged down, and the blood in the feet surged up. Who the hell could bear this?

No wonder Senior Mahayana died in there.

The sudden feeling of upside-down and tearing almost made him fall into the upside-down realm.

"Hey……"

"Extremely cold fire, extremely hot soup, and the five elements reversed."

At this moment, Shen Lian raised his palm, and the Chaos Seed in his palm slowly rotated.

I saw a reversed force of water and fire surging within the Tao seed.

"If a thief doesn't leave empty-handed, and if he doesn't get anything back, then my tailbone was bruised in vain."

The divine consciousness and the Tao seed are combined into one, which can sense the mystery of the inverted power of water and fire. The first feeling it brings to Shen Lian is chaos and destruction.

Any foreign objects that come into contact with it will be destroyed by this energy.

As time went by, Shen Lian did not dare to focus his mind on this ball of energy. Although the small energy of water and fire reversal might seem insignificant, it still had a great impact on his soul.

Every once in a while, he would withdraw his spiritual thoughts and recover to prevent his consciousness from falling into chaos.

This kind of chaos is a disorderly chaos, as if everything has lost its order, giving people a feeling of watching helplessly.

Shen Lian discovered that it was extremely difficult to comprehend this kind of rule and he needed to plan carefully.

After sealing the inverted energy within the Tao Seed, he began to calm down and practice again.

In immersive practice, time is like a donkey turning a mill, round and round, spinning rapidly.

Every once in a while Shen Lian would wake up to see if the inverted space outside had disappeared, and would carefully gather a little bit of the inverted energy.

Then, let’s see if anything big happens in the fairy world.

……

"Ah."

On this day, Shen Lian, who was practicing, woke up. Rings of light appeared in his soul in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the aura of his soul became more and more powerful.

At this moment, densely packed grey runes on the soul lit up, and two grey pupils suddenly lit up in a pair of soul eyes.

"Who's looking for me?"

……

Reverse the realm to the other direction.

In the dark void, in a secret realm full of flowers and plants, the atmosphere was silent and even the air seemed extremely dull.

When Luo Yuan called him before, he knew he could no longer hide, so his substitute opened the secret realm and rushed out first, which also prevented the secret realm from being destroyed by the Semi-Immortal Ancestor.

Somewhere below the densely packed spiritual herbs, in a space the size of a pinhole, there was a strong smell of blood and a mixture of spiritual herbs.

In the blood, a figure was floating up and down.

His name is Xiao Mi.

Just now, a fellow tribesman, probably named Xiaomei, called him.

The voice is as beautiful as a lark.

Mi Xuzi, who was slowly recuperating in the blood pool, was taken over by Shen Lian again at this moment, and his pupils turned directly into a chaotic color.

In order to make the substitute look more realistic, 90% of the original body's immortal aura was taken away. These original auras can be restored, but it takes time and a lot of resources.

Shen Lian was also very surprised that he sacrificed his child to catch a semi-immortal.

At this moment, the chaotic power flowing out from his soul covered Mi Xuzi's entire body.

Today, Mixuzi's weak strength is equivalent to that of a Xiaohedao who has just advanced to the advanced stage. Instead, he is more easily enveloped by the mystery of chaos.

Mi Xuzi once again sensed the resonance of his fellow clan's blood, which greatly surprised Shen Lian.

The moment it noticed it, it responded, using the mystery of chaos to isolate itself from external perceptions.

who is it?

She is also a female immortal monk.

Is this to confirm whether Mi Xuzi is dead or not?
The Semi-Immortal Ancestor wouldn't be so unconfident.

If you want to be sure, why didn't you do it earlier?

Is it related to the meeting place?
He operated the mysterious power of chaos and isolated Mixuzi's breath tightly, so that the breath could not be leaked out no matter what.

Shen Lian was also wondering which party was looking for Mi Xuzi.

The Corpse World definitely won't do that. The Semi-Immortal Ancestor has to have some face, so the Immortal Seeking Alliance is unlikely. But it is also possible. Lingmu, Kunpeng, Yuxu, and Zhenling are all possible.

……

In the deep space, on a floating shuttle, Yan Lingfei stood with his hands behind his back.

In the space inside the shuttle, blood-colored runes surged and connected, forming a hexagram-shaped formation.

On each of the six corners of the formation, there is a Xianluo monk sitting cross-legged, and in the middle of the Mangxing formation, there is a female cultivator with a face as beautiful as a banished immortal.

At this moment, runes on the body of the Xianluo monk in the corner surged and gathered on the female cultivator. Then the female cultivator muttered something, and mysterious fluctuations gathered above her head into five colors, transmitting into the deep void.

This formation consumes a lot of energy. The Xianluo monks at the corners of the formation are only at the perfect stage of refining emptiness. With every breath they take, their aura will drop by one level.

"Buzz!"

Finally, when the colorful mystery above the female cultivator's head dissipated, Yan Lingfei quickly flashed in.

"How is it? Do you feel anything?"

The beautiful female cultivator shook her head slightly, her brows slightly frowned, making Yan Lingfei a little dazed for a moment.

However, he quickly realized that this female cultivator was the concubine of a certain Mahayana ancestor in the palace. If he dared to show any improper thoughts, he would be tired of living.

Don’t be fooled by the fact that there are several Xianluo monks sent from the palace. He wants to send this female monk back safely.

"There is no sense of communication at all."

The female cultivator Xianluo stopped talking and just sat there cross-legged, lost in thought, with a hint of sadness on her face.

After taking a look at the other Xianluo monks on the hexagram, Yan Lingfei dodged and left a message, "Daoyou Qiyue, please have a good rest. Let's try again in another place."

The strength of the immortal monks in Lingmu Immortal Palace is not very strong. It was only because of this one named Qi Yue who had a certain physique and was taken into the room of a certain ancestor that he was able to become a small rule-breaking monk.

As for the other Xianluo monks, they were only treated as spiritual beings to assist in comprehending the rules in the palace. It was naturally impossible to allow them to advance to the Dao. After all, they were once a race close to immortals, so they still had to take necessary precautions to avoid any problems.

He couldn't control Qi Yue, nor could he control the remaining Xian Luo. Now that they were delivered to him, there was no limit to their life or death.

Yan Lingfei piloted the shuttle, carefully traveling in the dim void. This mission made him curse, but he only dared to curse and did not dare to curse the ancestor Lin Xia.

In order to complete the mission, they had no choice but to go deeper into the rift between heaven and earth.

On his flying shuttle, there was a magical treasure that looked like a dragon-headed cane. The dragon head on the cane was constantly turning, and a whirring sound came from its mouth.

During the passage, the floating air passing through the area is captured.

After walking and stopping many times, Yan Lingfei, with his flying shuttle, finally tired the Xianluo monk he brought with him to death.

Sitting cross-legged in the hexagram, Qi Yue looked at his fellow tribesman who had fallen beside him without a breath, his face still showing that sad look.

“No sense.”

Looking at Yan Lingfei who appeared again, Qi Yue's mouth twitched and he stopped talking.

Yan Lingfei didn't care. This sad beauty was just like that. Maybe the Mahayana ancestor liked this tone.

With a flash of his figure, Yan Lingfei came to the dragon-headed crutch.

"How is Baoling?"

“Very pure.”

The cane dragon head's eyes lit up and he said, "It tastes really good."

Hearing this, Yan Lingfei understood.

This dragon-headed crutch was specially made by the Lingmu Immortal Palace. It was a spiritual treasure used to capture the aura of the Corpse World. No matter how well the smell of those guys in the Corpse World was concealed, it would leak out once they made a move.

Under the guidance of the dragon-headed crutch, he captured the rich smell of decay and decay from the corpse world in the cracks between heaven and earth, which was enough to prove that the monks from the corpse world had arrived first.

Arriving in a separate space, Yan Lingfei took out the jade talisman and began to report to Elder Lin Xia.

Now that he has finished the investigation, he really doesn't want to stay in this strange place for another day.

In the light curtain generated by the communication talisman, Lin Xia's light and shadow appeared.

After reporting, Yan Lingfei waited anxiously. At this moment, he suddenly felt the magic power surging in the next space, and his divine sense swept over in an instant.

Just then, he saw a beautiful female cultivator sitting cross-legged in the hexagram formation, her long black hair falling down and her jade hands falling to the ground.

At this moment, Yan Lingfei felt like his soul was about to fly away.

Finished!

died!

"Ancestor, Fellow Daoist Qi Yue died on his own."

Hearing the sound, Lin Xia in the light and shadow frowned. In his eyes, a small rule was no different from an ant.

But he borrowed this woman from another Mahayana cultivator, Bai Zhao Dasheng, from Lingmu Immortal Palace, and she was quite favored by Bai Zhao.

An ant actually caused trouble by dying.

After thinking for a while, Lin Xia said, "You can escort the person back."

When someone dies, we have to give Bai Zhao an explanation.

After saying this, Lin Xia withdrew his mind. It was just an ant. Bai Zhao was greedy for its body. To him, it was no different from a skeleton.

Lin Xia was a little angry because an immortal named Luo Xiaohedao was causing trouble for him by threatening to commit suicide.

However, he soon focused on the information sent by Yan Lingfei. The aura of the corpse world appeared in the rift between heaven and earth, and no trace of the Xianluo monk could be sensed.

He was very clear about how determined the Corpse World was to kill the cultivators from the Immortal Spirit World.

That Xianluo monk should have been killed by the Corpse Exfoliation Realm. It was a pity that I didn't see it with my own eyes, and there was no more information to support it. However, since the Corpse Exfoliation Realm had taken action, there was no reason to let a small Hedao survive.

Pei Tianlan is missing and Xianluo's descendant is dead, so there is no way to prove whether these two people are the same person.

Looking at the name recorded on the light screen, Lin Xia put a big "question mark" on the line between Pei Tianlan and Xianluo monk.

……

In the crack between heaven and earth.

Inside the shuttle, the dead female cultivator lying on the ground looked like a sleeping beauty, giving people the feeling that one only wanted to admire her from afar but not touch her.

Yan Lingfei, who was standing aside, cursed in his heart, "Why didn't you die before you wanted to die? Now you are dead. Damn it, Bai Zhao can't do anything to Lin Xia, this matter must be blamed on him."

After practicing for so many years, he was also a cultivator at the Yujing level, but he was still frightened by a woman who had mastered a small set of rules. After all, this woman was the most beloved concubine of a cultivator in the middle stage of the Mahayana period.

The Mahayana ancestor even violated the palace rule that did not allow Xianluo monks to advance to the Hedao stage.

This old man Bai Zhao is also a talented person, and it is said that he has the potential to advance to the peak of Mahayana. When Yan Lingfei thought of this, he felt that his future was getting dark.

It’s dark. It’s really too dark.

This woman is so deceiving.

Just as Yan Lingfei was thinking about leaving and finding a piece of eternal ice to make a jade coffin, the female cultivator lying in the hexagram began to glow with colorful light.

"Fuck you, you idiot."

The scene before him made Yan Lingfei unable to suppress his anger any longer and he started cursing.

The fallen female cultivator began to fade away, and wisps of colorful spiritual light rose up.

Yan Lingfei pounced forward and wanted to catch her. He didn't dare to get close to the female corpse before. After all, she was the old ancestor's woman. If he touched her, she might become the old ancestor's outlet to crush him to death.

The female corpse vaporized in a breath, and her shadow emerged in the colorful mist. The face that seemed to be carved by nature was no longer sad, but instead filled with relief.

He glanced at Yan Lingfei coldly, his mouth moved, silent words came out, and then colorful lights spread in all directions.

With a plop, Yan Lingfei squatted on the ground.

Not even ashes were left, what could he give to the Great Sage Bai Zhao?

"You stinky bitch, you will be reborn as an animal for generations to come!"

For a moment, Brother Yan, who had practiced for hundreds of thousands of years, felt numb and wanted to cry.

……

"My fellow Daoist, if you are still here, you must not respond. Lingmu Immortal Palace is looking for you."

As the five colors dissipated, the hidden Mi Xuzi also received the resonating sound in his blood.

Then, there was no more.

……

"Lingmu Immortal Palace."

Inside the cave, Shen Lian received the sound of blood resonance coming from Mi Xuzi.

It is obvious that other forces in the Immortal Realm are unaware of the actions taken by the Corpse Shedding Realm. With the appearance of the Lingmu Immortal Palace, other cultivators such as those from the Yuxu Immortal Realm may also show up.

These forces all have monks who are descendants of Xianluo in their hands, so we must be prepared to respond.

"I wonder how Mi Xuzi, a fellow Xianluo, is doing. Will he be discovered after I pass on the message?"

In the following time, Shen Lian often paid attention to the situation of Mi Xuzi's clone, and strengthened the chaos mystery in Mi Xuzi's body every once in a while to deal with the possible summons that might come again.

All that remains is to concentrate on studying hard.

While practicing, Shen Lian felt a little regretful. Before entering the Rift of Heaven and Earth, he should have captured a few sixth-level monsters with good bloodlines, so that he could use them to create clones when he had free time from practice.

For him, the role of the clone can be said to run through the path of cultivation, and many things in the future will still need to be done by the clone.

For example, peeking at the strings of rules. Before, he wanted to find an opportunity to swallow up the mysteries of the rules on the strings of rules to expand the mystery of chaos, but this chance was too slim.

In comparison, the method of creating clones and breaking the whole into parts is more suitable.

It's too late to think about this matter. We should have taken action long ago.

Fortunately, it’s not too late to react now.

In this way, as long as the fairy world continues to be in chaos, he can control his clone to take advantage of the situation and let the clone control the different marks on the strings of rules.

Fortunately, there are clones outside who can do these things.

Now in Haotian Realm, there is the Clone Immortal Pot.

In Juntian Realm, there is the clone Tianshui, and Yi Nian who follows Jin Zhuo, the Palace Master of the Lingmu Fairy Palace.

In the turbid air world of Juntian, I have an incarnation named Yanyan.

Except for the Immortal Pot, the remaining three are all in accordance with the small rules.

Time flies. One thousand three hundred years have passed since the last time the incident of the Hedao Sect's blood sacrifice of living beings was exposed for the second time.

In the turbulent fairy world, countless photo beads and jade slips appeared once again, and the contents were still the ones compiled by Shen Lian before.

These people really don't care about anything, they just copy and paste, and they don't even bother to use a little innovation.

These image-retaining beads and jade slips were distributed over a wider area. They did not explode directly from the void star sea, but were distributed throughout the cultivation circles of various continents in the fairy world.

Especially in the areas where small clans and tribes live, these jade slips flutter like snowflakes.

The key is that in the fairy world, Haotian, Juntian, and some of the forces at the Lianxu and Huashen levels have really lost some disciples whose five spiritual roots have insignificant talents in the past thousand years.

The news spread this time was only from Kunpeng Palace.

Haotian Realm, Chongxuan Immortal Sect.

"What, what do they want to do!"

Outside the sect hall, the disciples could hear the sect master's angry roar from a distance.

Inside the hall, Sect Master Chongxuan crushed the jade slips and photo beads piled in front of him into powder with a slap.

Things never happen three times. This has happened three times, and each time it was a slap in the face of the Zhongxuan Immortal Sect.

Once in a thousand years, the healing pills taken have never consolidated the treatment like this.

What did his Chongxuan Immortal Sect think of itself? A place where filth and dirt were hidden?
"Sect Master, we should ask Kunpeng about this matter..."

Elder Xuanling started to speak, but was interrupted by Elder Shanling, "What the hell are you asking? Is this the first time? Kunpeng Palace is no longer the same Kunpeng Palace as before!"

Faced with provocations time and time again, the Chongxuan Immortal Sect, relying on the Kunpeng Palace for its livelihood, suppressed the matter time and time again.

But he couldn't stand the guy who was fanning the flames behind the scenes. He was so hateful. This had happened so many times, and every time he came to the Zhongxuan Immortal Sect.

No matter how good a sect is, it cannot withstand such a disaster.

How can I accept disciples?

It is true that those small clans and tribes are ants in the vast territory under his command, but he can't kill all of them.

In that case, the Chongxuan Immortal Sect would not accept any disciples.

"The foundation is shaken, the foundation is shaken!"

"It is so disappointing that Kunpeng Palace has not yet found the force behind the scenes that is fanning the flames."

……

“…How disappointing!”

Words with similar meanings appeared in many sects.

We all rely on Kunpeng Palace for our livelihood, so it can be said that we all prosper together and suffer together. Wow, we have only suffered losses over the past few thousand years.

Is it possible?

Before Kunpeng Palace could react, at a space node in the western region of the Lower Haotian Realm, the Xiling Immortal Sect stationed at the node directly closed the space wormhole, preventing the monks from the Lingmu Immortal Palace from passing through.

Soon, a chain reaction occurred, and the various forces under the Kunpeng Palace and the Lingmu Immortal Palace began to confront each other.

Even the Xianhu Sect in the Southern Region was not spared.

"Ancestor, our sect's outbound fleet is trapped in Yunfu Fairy City. Without a space wormhole, I'm afraid they won't be able to return in a short time."

Lin Tianhe passed the message to the ancestor of the Immortal Pot.

Xianhu would not care about just one fleet. There were many monks and fleets trapped, not just theirs.

Two days later, Lin Tianhe pulled up the fairy pot again.

"Ancestor, Lingmu Immortal Palace has sent a message saying that the mastermind behind the rumor has been found out. It is the Immortal Seeking Alliance that has been attacked by all parties."

"The Immortal Palace is ready to launch another siege against the Immortal Seeking Alliance."

In just a few days, thanks to the powerful intelligence network of Lingmu Immortal Palace, the news spread to every corner of Haotian and Juntian.

The message claimed that the Immortality Alliance was an evil alliance, and described it as hateful as possible, and cultivators of all races should fight against it together.

Everything is a conspiracy of the Immortal Seeking Alliance, don't be fooled, etc.

The turbulent news outside did not affect Xianhu. He was busy taking the Xianhu mark controlled by the 'True Xianhu Ancestor' for himself.

Since the original body is hiding in the cracks of heaven and earth to practice, this kind of hard and tiring work will naturally be left to the clone.

Xianhu was busy occupying the magpie's nest here, while Tianshui in Juntian was wandering around looking for a suitable fellow demon Taoist for Shen Lian. In short, he was not wasting time anywhere.

……

To catch the monsters, you can just release a dog, let alone Tianshui Daozun.

The more difficult one is stealing the rule mark.

In the Xianhu Sect, Xianhu closed the valley where he was practicing, sat cross-legged in the deepest part of the cave, and began to connect with the Xianhu mark of the 'True Xianhu'.

With so many years of experience in making fairy pots, he and the ancestor of the fairy pot gradually had a mutual influence.

There are two ways to use clones as a medium to comprehend more rules.

One is the Immortal Pot. Shen Lian condensed a clone to occupy the magpie's nest. This path is a bit difficult and too troublesome.

As for the advantages, it is highly concealed and has a solid identity.

Another way is to create a clone, directly establish a force, and then seize the rule imprints of other sects.

There is no need to be so cautious in this approach, just put the big ear post up to the person and bang him to make him dazed, then say "take it".

This route will be faster, but the disadvantage is that when new people emerge, it will arouse other people's vigilance. It is okay if the number is small, but once there are too many newly born Hedao monks, it will be easy for people to realize that something is wrong.

Shen Lian planned to pursue these two paths simultaneously and give it a try.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, above the head of the Immortal Pot clone, a series of vague strings appeared, high and low, overlapping, and it seemed that they were just distorting a small piece of void above the head.

But if you really feel it, you will see the vast time and space derived from this small piece of void.

Carefully restraining his breath so as not to leak out the mystery of chaos.

Looking up, I saw a mark in the shape of a wine jug, like a vine, tied to a node where colorful and silver colors intersected.

From the outside, the strings look regular, but when you go inside, you will find that the lines are intertwined and outlined, forming a three-dimensional line network, and the space is extremely magnificent.

The rules here are parallel, intersecting, circling and entangled.

The mark of the fairy pot is the fusion of space and the five elements. Space is the cave, and the five elements are the barriers, forming a mark.

This seal is only five turns, taking into account both strings.

Needless to say, Shen Lian knew a lot about the Five Elements and space. At least when it came to the Immortal Pot Mark, he had a firm grasp of it.

The divine consciousness climbed up along the regular strings and soon enveloped the inside and outside of the fairy pot.

The only difficulty is not to touch the marks on other strings.

In the deep world of strings, regular marks spread out like stars. The nearby strings flicker with various colors, while more marks in the distance are like withered stars, dim and lifeless.

Further away, it was so dark that not even a vague outline could be seen.

While refining the mark of the immortal pot, his subtle divine sense was also observing the scene around him.

These marks that seem to be very close are actually manifestations of the rhyme of Tao. The rules are not interconnected, unless the cultivator can comprehend another power of rules, he can narrow the distance between himself and other strings of the same rhyme of Tao.

But the Tao is mysterious and extremely sensitive, so you can see colorful lights colliding everywhere around the strings.

These are all the movements caused by the ripples and collisions created by the monks who practice with the help of the strings of the zither and activate the rules.

Generally speaking, these are unconscious collisions, unless a cultivator has the intention to snatch them, the ripples will become violent.

There was no setback in occupying the immortal pot mark of the ancestor of the 'True Immortal Pot'. The 'Immortal Pot' sat cross-legged in the cave, looked up at the slowly dissipating regular strings, and smiled.

With the mark added to his body, and by creating some mark-shaped magic spells, anyone who says he is not the ancestor of the Immortal Pot will be greeted with a big ear stick.

"It's still too late."

He lowered his head and muttered something. In fact, the mark of the immortal pot should have been replaced long ago. He just didn't think about it in this way before.

When Xianhu's retreat ended and he opened the valley defense formation, he sensed a thought from the sect leader Lin Tianha who was left outside the formation.

"What happened to the angel?"

A streak of light quickly flew over from afar.

"Ancestor, when you were in seclusion, I felt that the rule mark I condensed was constantly trembling. I'm afraid someone wants to take over."

Lin Tianha's rule mark was obtained after a large number of cultivators died during the Star Sea Ban. It is a fifth-turn mark with the five elements biased towards water.

If this mark is added to the body, during the process of practicing with the help of the mark, when comprehending the corresponding rules of the fifth-level mark and below, the speed of comprehension will increase by three to five times.

The sixth-turn mark of the corresponding rules will double the speed of comprehension, the seventh turn will increase it by 50%, the eighth turn by 30%, and the ninth turn by 10%.

This is the improvement in strength brought by most of the fifth-turn rule marks, and it will also vary between different cultivators.

After Lin Tianhe grabbed the mark, he named the rules he had comprehended as the Five Elements Water. Now he has reached the fifth level, and the sixth level will no longer be a dream in the future.

It had barely gotten warm when someone came to grab it.

There are two ways to deal with monks who try to steal your mark. One is to defeat your opponent with the mark.

The other one is to locate the monk who committed the robbery and destroy him with a magical power.

Kill the covetous monks and your mark will be safe.

"here we go again."

Lin Tianhe had just finished speaking a few words when he felt the mark tremble.

"Take this pill, hold your breath and concentrate, capture the trace, and see who is messing with you. If you are not strong enough, the ancestor will help you to physically transcend."

The fairy pot stuffed an elixir into Lin Tianhe's pocket, his eyes sparkling.

"I hope it's a demon clan force."

(End of this chapter)