Chapter 357 The Thread of Rules

Even though the bottleneck of the advancement of the Divine Spirit Master has been easier than before in the past ten thousand years, the Divine Spirit Master is still an unattainable existence in the eyes of countless cultivators in the entire cultivation world.

The reason why the Seven Color Sect can get a share of the remote southern region is because of the Divine Spirit Master in the sect.

Because Sun Yuntai is a fellow cultivator, they naturally know how strong Sun Yuntai is. There are probably not many cultivators of the same level who can kill Sun Yuntai easily in the entire cultivation world.

Therefore, the old man suspected that it was the Divine Spirit Master who did it, mainly because the rule power that cultivators dream of appeared in the wilderness of the Tiannan cultivation world this time.

Over the years, the colorful giant mountain in the depths of the wilderness spanned the top of the sky and went straight into the three-layer Yuantian area.

Although it is an illusory mountain range, in the area in the center of the mountain range, there are occasional lines of rule power manifested, which has been proven by cultivators.

Over the years, several cultivators have also obtained the thread of rule from it.

The so-called thread of rules can be seen as a mysterious rule energy, floating like a wild goose and as thin as a hair.

For Yuanying cultivators, getting the thread of rules can help them comprehend the power of rules in advance.

Of course, if this is the case, it will not be very attractive to the gods. After all, after the cultivators have passed the catastrophe of the gods, they will also transform their own cultivation into the power of rules under the baptism of heaven and earth.

But the power of rules is like a spell, and there are also depths.

The power of rules that the gods have initially comprehended belongs to the beginning of the road of rules, which can only be regarded as the fur.

The practice of the power of rules can be divided into nine turns, and each turn of the power of rules is equivalent to a transformation.

There are many gods in the world of cultivation today, and it is estimated that only half of them can practice the power of rules to the first turn.

There are only a few people who practice the power of rules to the second turn in the gods.

Comprehending rules is different from improving realms. Realms can be accumulated with spiritual medicine, and rules purely require brains.

This is also the reason why the importance of spiritual roots decreases after a cultivator is promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, and instead, comprehension becomes more important.

Spiritual roots can almost be piled up with resources.

If the brain is not good, you can't just pour it in now.

Even the old ancestor of the Seven Color Sect has not comprehended the power of rules to the first level.

What the God of Transformation practices is the power of rules, and the depth of the comprehension of the rules determines the strength of one's own combat power.

If the brain is good, even if the early stage of the God of Transformation has mastered the power of rules, it is possible to match the middle stage of the God of Transformation without the first level of rules.

Of course, the specific combat power still depends on the specific situation. After all, the power of different rules is different, such as gold, wood, water, fire, earth, space, blood, poison, wind, and thunder.

Not long after the Seven Color Miasma Mountain Range appeared in the wilderness, a few scattered strands of rule silk appeared in the outer area, which made the first batch of Nascent Soul cultivators who came here feel like chicken blood.

There are also rumors that in the depths of the Seven Color Miasma Mountain Range, there are even higher quality rule silks.

"Elder Sun went out alone and didn't tell us. I didn't expect him to die outside."

At this moment, the fat monk with a big belly raised his eyelids and looked like he was sighing.

"Elder Que, what did the sect send a message?"

The young monk with a jade crown heard this, "The sect's mission is for us to find out whether there is a rule thread of the first level.

According to previous experience, the seven-colored miasma mountain range here will vibrate once every year, and at that time, the rule thread will appear in the cracked miasma.

It's only a month away from the next miasma vibration. What did Elder Sun go out for? You two should understand without me saying it."

The old man and the fat monk laughed.

The wilderness attracted monks from all sides, including a small family in the nearby cultivation world and monks from other races.

Sun Yuntai's realm is ranked as the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul, and he is invincible with the Five Elements Sea-Walking Formation. At this time, he is not waiting for the appearance of the next Rule Thread. It is obvious that he is going out to do a side job.

Who can be blamed for killing himself by doing a side job?

He deserves it.

Of course, no matter what you think in your heart, you can't say it on the surface.

If they don't say anything, Cang Qing, Xuan You, and even other cultivators with some strength will definitely look down on the Seven Color Sect if the five elders of the Seven Color Sect have died.

"Relying on his own strength, he didn't even reveal his whereabouts. If it weren't for the sect's message, I wouldn't even know that he died."

The old cultivator sneered. Sun Yuntai relied on his invincibility and didn't say hello to them when he went out.

Now that he has fallen, they don't know the specific location, and they have to work hard to find it.

"Since the sect said so, even if we can't find it, we have to pretend to do it, otherwise people will think that my Seven Color Sect is easy to bully."

The three of them chatted for a while, and then dispersed.

It is not difficult to find the place where Sun Yuntai fell. Nowadays, Yuanying cultivators from all sides of the wilderness gather together. The fighting between Yuanying Great Perfection cultivators can easily cause noises in a radius of hundreds or thousands of miles, so it is easy to find.

Besides, everyone has friends.

The old cultivator is also a Yuanying Great Perfection, but he is not ranked among the top ten Yuanying elders of the Seven Color Sect. He is an elder with no name.

In recent years, the Seven Color Sect has developed rapidly, and the number of Yuanying Great Perfection cultivators has reached 16. The sect also wants to use this to promote the second Transformation God cultivator.

However, it is easy to achieve Yuanying Great Perfection with the help of Blood Spirit Pills, but it is still difficult for them to promote Transformation God.

The spiritual treasure they brought with them is called the Three Spirits Hall. It belongs to a cave heaven spiritual treasure, and its internal area is as large as 3,600 square miles.

This cave heaven spiritual treasure was snatched when the Huashen Sect destroyed the Three Spirits Sect.

After returning to his own cave, the old monk, Elder Mu, took out the communication jade talisman from his arms and began to contact.

In the wilderness, the Seven Color Sect has dogs to drive.

However, the fat-bellied monk left the Three Spirits Hall all the way and appeared at the place where Sun Yuntai fell a day later.

This cultivator held a black and blood-colored alchemy furnace in his hand, surrounded by waves of energy, slowly rotating in front of him.

He is a blood alchemist trained by the Seven Color Sect.

At this moment, the fat-bellied monk's expression was not lazy at all, and his eyes were shining with brilliance, exploring the surrounding environment.

Unfortunately, this place has been visited many times by others. The noise of the Yuanying Great Perfection fighting can easily cause the void to twist and break, which can't help but attract the attention of the cultivators.

The fat-bellied cultivator rubbed his fingers, and a small blood ball formed at the fingertips, and finally hatched a blood bird, which began to wander around the surrounding area.

Unfortunately, the blood bird finally stayed in one place like a headless fly and swayed around.

Seeing this, the fat-bellied monk frowned, then his expression was shocked, and he quickly turned into a stream of light and fled away.

"Is it really the Transformation God Spirit Venerable who took action?"

Such a thought popped up in his mind, which made him very frightened.

Sun Yuntai had a fifth-level formation in his hand, which was enough for the Transformation God Spirit Venerable to take action.

To say why he could find Sun Yuntai's death place, it was mainly because Sun Yuntai had taken the blood spirit pill he refined.

His blood spirit pill added a special material, which can leave a breath of energy on the person who takes it after taking it.

This energy can be sensed by his pill furnace.

Not only Sun Yuntai, but also the monks of the Seven Color Sect and even the sects under his command, as well as some monks outside, have taken his Blood Spirit Pill.

This special material was accidentally obtained by Fat Belly when he was refining pills.

The main function... is not to harm people, of course, harming people is one of them.

Another function is to collect the bodies of the monks who took the Blood Spirit Pill he refined.

Ahem... After all, if you want to refine high-level Blood Spirit Pills, you have to use good materials.

As a new era blood pill master, it is normal to provide a one-stop service of collecting bodies, re-melting, and recycling for the monks who take the blood pills he refines at any time.

Sun Yuntai is the best fourth-level upper-grade Blood Spirit Pill material. He came here eagerly just to see if he could find the monk who killed Sun Yuntai based on the qi.

But the Blood Spirit Bird was flying around like a headless fly, and he used his not very accurate secret technique to calculate it.

It was found that this was a sign of great misfortune...

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After collecting his spoils, Shen Lian also figured out the changes in the wilderness. He didn’t expect that the thread of rules would appear.

This thing doesn’t seem like something that the Wrathful Soul King can make.

Although the Divine Transformation cultivators comprehend the rules, they don’t have the ability to materialize the rules into physical objects. The thread of rules can only be manifested by the heaven and earth.

But this is based on the memory comparison of the three spoils, and it is still true.

Since the appearance of the Seven-Colored Miasma Mountain, several threads of rule threads have appeared. Every time the Miasma Mountain shakes, the thread of rule may appear at the location where the void collapses above the sky.

Not to mention anything else, he also needs this thing.

Even though he has initially mastered a trace of the power of yin and yang rules, he is still stupid and doesn’t know how he mastered it.

In addition, through the memories of the three people, it is known that because of the appearance of the thread of rule, the wilderness not only attracted the original seven-color, mysterious, Cangqing and other Divine Transformation forces, but also other forces heard about it and came.

"It's getting bigger and bigger."

The Merit clone stood on the top of a mountain, and looking around, he could see the phantom of the illusory Seven-Colored Miasma Mountain.

Originally, he wanted to try his best to prevent the Merit clone from taking action, so as not to break his golden body.

But judging from the three guys he killed before, he hardly had to worry about the possibility of his golden body being broken. Instead, he was acting on behalf of the heavens, which was outrageous.

By the way, in Sun Yuntai's memory, there was also a blood pill master from their Seven-Colored Sect who came with him. It was said that he was chubby and looked very kind.

Thinking of the blood pill master, Shen Lian had an idea to catch one and take a look.

He was a serious pill master, but before he could exert his strength, he was stolen by someone who crossed the border.

...

"Buzz!"

Somewhere in the wilderness, the fat belly who was on the road suddenly shuddered.

His divine thoughts were released in an instant, and a blood-black pill furnace flew out from his head, forming a circle of blood-colored ripples of defense.

"Who is targeting me? I shuddered."