Chapter 310 Look, What a Coincidence!

At a distance of 15,000 miles, not to mention the Nascent Soul cultivators, even ordinary Transformation God ancestors cannot peek.

Normally, the distance between Shen Lian and the secondary soul is at most 2,000 miles, and if it is more, the secondary soul cannot be controlled.

But after killing two Nascent Soul Great Perfection monsters in succession, the merits obtained allowed the secondary soul to condense a green merit body protection.

In this process, the connection between the main body and the secondary soul actually reached the stage of "heavenly man" from the divine mind induction, and it seemed that there was more help from heaven.

With the blessing of the merit golden body, even the Nascent Soul Great Perfection cultivators could not peek at the real scene of the secondary soul and the spirit puppet.

The magic of merit opened Shen Lian's eyes. Faced with such a magical merit, he directly transferred all the merit power left in the main body to the secondary soul.

Prepare to make the secondary soul into a merit person with all his strength, and as for the main body, he is not going to be involved in the merit business, so as to avoid any misunderstandings in the future.

In addition, it was a very safe decision not to give the secondary soul a soul and let it have spiritual wisdom.

After refining three sets of five-element spiritual objects in succession, the secondary soul advanced to the fourth-level middle grade as expected, with the divine consciousness comparable to the late Nascent Soul, the same Tiandu Yanshen Fa, Yin Yang Transformation and other spells as the original body, and the nine-layer thunder-inducing umbrella of merit and virtue that began to transform. Even if it encounters a Nascent Soul cultivator, it can run away calmly.

As for encountering a late Nascent Soul cultivator, it depends on who is tougher.

"Although the soul catchers are all in the late Nascent Soul, they are afraid of the sky thunder, and the advantage is mine."

After a little restraint, Shen Lian murmured silently.

"I hope what Brother Qian Dai said is true. The negative pole will be reversed here, and there will be positive pole spiritual objects."

After sensing the location of the secondary soul, Shen Lian felt at ease.

If it weren't for this background, how could he dare to come to the secret realm at the source of the long river.

Now it depends on whether the secondary soul will be isolated from the control of the original body when entering the secret realm.

As long as there is no problem, he does not need to enter the secret realm. He is safe in this game.

At the entrance of the secret realm.

The vortex-shaped entrance rolls up the broken space and energy, and the eerie breath lingers for a long time, covering the area of ​​hundreds of miles.

The secondary soul stepped into the vortex without hesitation and was immediately swallowed by the black light.

At the same time, Shen Lian had also come to the outside of the secret realm. If the secret realm is isolated from the induction between the secondary soul, then he will pull the secondary soul out and reconsider whether to enter the secret realm.

Speaking of which, he has a unique understanding of the secret realm.

After all, he also had a small cave opportunity in the wilderness that year. At that time, the person who came in was a Jindan cultivator, and as the person behind the scenes, the life and death of the cultivator who entered was in his mind.

In this way, when facing the secret realm, he always felt that this secret realm was ominous. Maybe there was someone behind the scenes who was playing tricks and could adjust the death rate at will.

The vortex was dark and sticky, which made the secondary soul feel a little dizzy, but the green light in the robe lit up, allowing him to regain his senses in an instant.

After three or four breaths, he felt that he was stepping on a piece of undulating bubbles, and the lightning umbrella hummed autonomously, rotating around his body to protect his body.

"Hey, no problem."

Looking at the blood-red area around him, the secondary soul couldn't help but feel happy, and the induction between him and the main body did not weaken.

At the same time, after sensing that there was no problem with the control, Shen Lian's main body began to look at the entrance of the secret realm to see if he could set up a formation and wait for the final harvest.

There seemed to be water flowing under the soft ground, and the surface was a layer of dry and cracked ground like a tortoise shell, surging up and down, and some traces could be seen, which were obviously left by the soul catcher.

Without rushing to find any spiritual objects, the secondary soul began to move quickly. He didn't know the size of the secret realm, and he had to quickly determine the range of the secondary soul's activities.

After some exploration, he found that he could move freely within a range of ten thousand miles from the east, south, west and north with the place where he landed as the center. Beyond this distance, the connection with the original body became a little vague.

The area of ​​the entire secret realm is far more than this, and there is no opportunity within the range where he can move.

The soft ground, the black cold fog all around, and some scattered white bones can be seen.

After the divine consciousness penetrated the surface of the ground, it can be seen that under the ground that is a hundred feet thick, there is a thick black liquid that is full of accumulation, which is soaked with dense corpses and bones.

The surface of these corpses and bones is soaked with mucus, forming a gray or bloody outer membrane. Some of them look lifelike, with big eyes.

Most of the corpses and bones are from the human race and the demon race, and some other alien races are also there, but the number is relatively small.

I checked the surrounding area before. Except for these corpses and bones hidden under the surface, there is nothing else within a radius of ten thousand miles, and I didn’t encounter any cultivators.

This made Shen Lian’s previous joy become awkward.

Although the control distance of Wanli is very large, it is still a bit small compared to the secret realm, unless the main body is allowed to come in.

But after thinking about it, Shen Lian still did not come in. Although there is an entrance to the secret realm, the secondary soul did not notice the location of the exit. The sky above the secret realm is shrouded by thick black clouds, and the space barrier is very unstable.

The main body is outside, and they can locate each other and lead the secondary soul out when the time comes.

As for arranging the formation at the entrance, it is just a casual move. If it can be used, use it, and if it can't be used, just put it away.

The main point is that it can't be used, but it must be there when it is used.

"Alas, I can only be a fisherman."

Thinking silently in his heart, he didn't know whether the thoughts of those monks who robbed and looted were the same as what he was thinking at this moment.

Although he wanted to be a fisherman, his deputy soul was not idle either. He grabbed the tip of the closed lightning umbrella and plunged under the surface.

There were many resentful souls in the corpses in the mucus below. The thieves would not leave empty-handed. He, the dignified Thunder King Sect, could not come here in vain.

"It's not good to soak in such a place. Dust to dust, dust to dust, all disperse."

After tearing open the blood mud on the surface, the deputy soul waved his hand to fish out a large number of corpses, and then cast a fire spell to burn the corpses.

Speaking of which, he was also a double standard dog. When he encountered the three-eyed demon corpse before, he directly collected it and prepared to keep it as a puppet material. Now seeing these ordinary corpses, he suddenly became noble again.

While fishing and burning, he also collected the resentment that emerged into the merit cave.

This made Shen Lian a little discouraged. Others entered the secret realm to kill people, but he became a strong laborer.

Under the torn blood mud, the corpses seemed endless. No matter how many the secondary souls salvaged, they would squeeze in again from all directions.

Later, he flew into the air, grabbed the lightning umbrella and plunged into the sticky black water below. More than 30,000 little thunderbirds opened their antler-like networks, dragged the corpses out, and then rolled up a ball of spiritual fire to burn.

After a while, the secondary soul fell directly into the lightning umbrella. The nine-layer lightning umbrella slowly closed and turned into a point of spiritual light and sank into the mucus below.

After a while, there was no trace of him in the surrounding area.

After half an incense stick, the lightning umbrella rushed out of the blood mud from thousands of miles away, and the umbrella ribs opened to reveal the secondary soul.

Not bad, the breath-retaining function is quite powerful, and the body can be hidden in the sticky black water below.

The area of ​​10,000 miles seems to be very large, but there are no mountains or forests around it. It is all thick blood mud, and there are densely packed bones outside. It is also very important to hide if you are surrounded.

…

The busy deputy soul did not forget to check the surroundings. Soon his eyes lit up, and a blood-colored petal appeared in the black cloud.

The rotating petals spread in the sky and came towards him.

A thousand miles away, it came in an instant, and soon arrived a hundred feet away, turning into a monk covered with petals.

"Huh, what a coincidence."

Seeing the petal monk who suddenly appeared, Shen Lian couldn't help but sigh.

"Fate is really wonderful."

The petal monk looked at Shen Lian with some surprise.

It is not easy to enter this secret realm. Either there is a secret method to avoid resentment, or there is something to protect the body.

"Sir, who are you?"

"An ordinary corpse collector."

The deputy soul looked at the corpse still hanging on the lightning umbrella and said lightly: "Daoyou, it seems that you and I have a deep connection."

The petal monk was shrouded in a wide robe, and the aura on his body was calm, making it impossible for people to feel his fluctuations.

"From the Immortal Corpse Sect?"

A moment later, a dull voice rose from the robe.

Before the deputy soul responded, another voice sounded.

"You are the one who stole my three-eyed demon corpse last time?"

"Huh?"

Hearing the voice, the deputy soul was stunned for a moment. Now he has merits to protect his body, and his aura has been restrained to the extreme. Where is the leak?

This ghost thing has a very sharp nose.

"What Immortal Corpse Sect?"

"Your Excellency speaks very strangely, have we met before?"

The deputy soul spoke, confirming the surrounding environment, there should be only this one soul catcher nearby.

"I don't know what the Immortal Corpse Sect is!"

Before the words fell, the lightning umbrella in the hands of the deputy soul flew into the air, turning into a sky full of thunder and slashing down towards the petal monk.

At the same time as the deputy soul made a move, the petal monk also made a move.

Both of them wanted to strike first, but they didn't expect that this idea would make them both start at the same starting line.

"How could the Immortal Corpse Sect master thunder magic!"

The petals in the sky were broken into pieces by the lightning, and the petal monk instinctively looked a little timid in the face of the lightning.

There was a reason why he judged that the deputy soul was a cultivator of the Immortal Corpse Sect who robbed his three-eyed demon corpse. Who would enter the secret realm without fighting for treasures and retrieving corpses?

This was obviously trying to retrieve higher-grade corpses from under the blood mud.

Combined with the previous theft of the three-eyed demon corpse, can you blame him for having such doubts?

Seeing the brilliant lightning strike, the Petal Monk flicked out flowers dripping with blood with his hands, which gathered into blood-eating flowers that wrapped up the lightning.

He was afraid of the thunder, but victory or defeat depended on realm and strength.

Dozens of blood flowers were quickly split into withered flowers and branches by the lightning, and the lightning was almost consumed.

Seeing this, the secondary soul spell flashed, and the runes on the lightning umbrella bloomed. Dense thunderbirds flew up, covering the Petal Monk and blocking his escape route.