Chapter 367: Late Nascent Soul Stage!

A valley somewhere in the western part of the wilderness.

The formation floated in the air, and all kinds of spiritual taboos flickered all over the sky.

Not only that, the seven-colored miasma gathered outside this spiritual forbidden area, and the rich miasma formed a vast ocean of miasma, which not only blocked the line of sight, but also weakened the monk's perception.

The seven-colored miasma ocean covered a thousand miles in radius, just enough to cover the entire formation and spiritual confinement, covering part of the outsiders' ears and eyes.

"呲呲!"

In the formation, a monk from the Cangqing tribe, whose entire body was glowing indigo, wielded a large wooden stick in his hand and continued to blast away at the surroundings.

"I'll beat you to death."

A stream of energy surged out of the wooden stick, causing the three human monks who surrounded him to dodge one after another.

Seeing the three monks dodging again and again, the Cangqing monk burst into laughter.

They are just monks from a small sect, they are all scum.

The leader of the three figures surrounding and killing this Cang Qing Clan monk was Yuan Tiangang, the other one was Yuan Tianhua, the leader of the Tianyuan Sect, and an old man in the late Yuan Ying stage.

At this moment, the three people all had a mysterious light spot between their eyebrows, and their eyes were also filled with a faint luster.

Every few breaths, the light spots between the three people's eyebrows will fluctuate, and then a ethereal rainbow-like silk thread appears in the void, and the top of the silk thread is the narrow crack in the void hidden at the top of the sky.

"Combined attack!"

Yuan Tiangang spoke, and cast a magic spell with both hands, and then a blurry shadow appeared on his body. His lying posture was like a unicorn, exuding an ancient aura.

The remaining two people, Yuan Tianhua, were also in good shape and cast spells from the same source.

In an instant, the three illusory unicorns merged into one, and their appearance became clear. Its body was like ink, and its eyes were like the sun. It raised its legs and came to the Cangqing monk.

Boom!

The Cangqing cultivator who was swinging his stick with a mighty aura just now was suddenly trampled away by the hoof of the falling black unicorn, and then stepped on his head.

‘Crack’ cracks appeared on the indigo head, and it suddenly cracked like porcelain.

Yuan Tiangang seized the opportunity, and a point of purple light between his eyebrows was like lightning. With a swish, it pierced the Cangqing monk's Dantian. After the purple light penetrated the body, it transformed into a purple spiritual treasure that was as thin as a needle.

The Cangqing monk's body shook, his eyes full of unwillingness, and finally the cracks on his body spread to his whole body. A wisp of soul smoke rose up, and was shattered into nothingness by an illusory thunder light falling from the sky.

"Senior brother, it's another Nascent Soul Dzogchen."

The three monks in the field looked at each other, and Yuan Tianhua showed a hint of joy on his face.

The resources of a Nascent Soul Dzogchen are also a big blessing for our Tianyuan Sect. You must know that over the past few years, our Tianyuan Sect has only had the situation where only the late Yuanying monks were in charge.

Now, they have even hunted and killed two Nascent Soul Dzogchen monks.

The resources carried by the previous one were quite abundant.

Yuan Tiangang put the body away and glanced towards the sky.

Things still have to start from six years ago. Previously, he joined forces with the Wraith King of the Desolate Realm to trap a wave of foreign forces. To be on the safe side, he also brought in several forces such as the Scarlet Sky Sect.

But unexpectedly, when a group of them came to the wilderness and prepared to find the Resentful Soul King to sacrifice to heaven as an ally, they could not find the Resentful Soul King at all.

It was also at this time that he somehow sensed the order of heaven and earth. He couldn't express this feeling, but he understood it in his heart.

Not only him, but also other monks from other sects who came to the wilderness.

Originally, several forces united together, and they were prepared to make an oath to heaven and earth together for safety reasons, but now there is no need for it at all.

Everything is in my heart, there is no need for words, of course I can’t say it out even if I want to say it, because when I want to say something related, I will feel a terrible crisis coming.

Anyway, things are weird.

It can't be said, but it can be done. Yuan Tiangang found that when facing foreign monks, sometimes he would feel irritated and angry for no reason, and he wanted to kill them.

Moreover, different monks encountered had different degrees of this feeling.

Speaking of which, even if he summoned the Scarlet Sky Sect, the total number of people who came was actually only eight people. In other words, their strength was pretty good, and they were all in the late Nascent Soul stage or above.

In the past, with such strength, one could definitely step south to Tianzhu Mountain and north to the north continent, but now there are no monks who dare to come to the wilderness with less strength.

Fortunately, they are protected by heaven.

"Walk!"

A short while later, the colorful miasma that had accumulated nearby dispersed again, leaving only ruins on the ground.

…

"Buzz!"

On this day, seven colors rolled in the sky, and a richer fragrance poured down from the sky. The rich fragrance formed waves and rushed from the center of the wilderness to the surrounding areas.

Wherever the aroma passed, the void made a crackling sound, and extremely fine cracks appeared. The entire void suddenly turned into a dangerous house.

Originally, the collapse of the void was a terrifying thing, but at this moment, the monks everywhere looked at the void without blinking.

"Grab it!"

"The power of this one-turn fire rule is mine."

"I am Qicai..."

"Get lost, I'm from the Xuanlian Formation Sect."

…

In the cracks, dozens of threads of rules hang down, and six or seven of them are shining with dazzling spiritual light, and the mystery on them is dazzling.

Normally, if you want to comprehend a kind of rule power, you need at least ten to twenty strands of ordinary rule silk under the condition of similar comprehension.

Moreover, after entering the door, it does not mean that ordinary rule silk is useless, it is still useful, but the effect is weakened.

But no matter how much it is weakened, it is still useful.

So if you want to use the rule silk to comprehend, it is best to grab thirty strands.

At this moment, the rule silk hanging down from the cracks in the void spreads across the five elements and is distributed everywhere. Once it appears, the cultivators in the mountains and fields are like perverts seeing beautiful girls, their eyes are green.

Good guy, streams of light rushed into the broken void.

Some cultivators from the same force can still cooperate, but some independent cultivators are a bit difficult and are constantly coaxed away.

The Merit Clone looked up at the sky and saw a thread of wood-attributed rule silk, emitting a brilliant green light, turning the surrounding void green.

At the same time, several figures rushed towards him from all directions.

Seeing this, the Merit clone grinned, and green light also emerged from his body... Oh no, it was blue light, and mysterious runes spread all around, covering thousands of acres.

"Come on, fellow Taoist!"

"Buzz!"

In an instant, the monks who rushed towards him suddenly regained their wisdom from greed, braked in the air, and rushed to another direction with an embarrassed look.

"Huh..."

Seeing the people who rushed over turned around and left, the Merit clone stopped smiling.

He flew into the air and grabbed the wood-attributed rule thread in his palm, and a strong vitality enveloped his whole body at once.

This taste was like the sun biting a piece of thousand-year-old ice, and the coolness suddenly stirred his whole body.

The Merit clone here put away the rule thread, but the four directions had already turned into a chaotic battlefield, with all kinds of spells and spiritual treasures flying all over the sky.

On the contrary, the Merit Clone's place has become a pure land, and everyone is afraid of his green light.

In addition, the Merit Clone also found that the cultivators fighting nearby also separated a divine thought to sense his movements, as if these people would run away if he moved.

"Fuck the street, come and chop me if you have the guts, you deserve not to be promoted to the God of Transformation."

After cursing angrily, the Merit Clone thought about it and did not move. There must be a God of Transformation cultivator here, but he has not come out until now, but he still has to be careful.

After the sky collapsed, dozens of rule threads appeared at once, which was the first time such a situation occurred.

A melee lasted for more than 20 days, and all the rule threads fell into the hands of the cultivators.

After this snatching battle, the various cultivators who had been hiding in various places before did not hide anymore. One by one, they pulled out their own spirit ships or spirit treasures and directly hung them in the air somewhere.

The surrounding environment also changed. A more intense fragrance area was formed, with an area of ​​about 3,000 miles. The space cracks in this area had not recovered. Through the cracks, you could vaguely see the hazy thread of rules.

Some cultivators wanted to grab it, but as soon as the spell landed on the space crack, they were turned into a blood mist by the spell that bounced back.

Within the range of 3,000 miles, dozens of forces of different sizes were suddenly formed.

With so many Yuanying cultivators appearing at once, the Merit Clone also raised his eyebrows. It is estimated that the old guys from dozens of nearby Xiuxian worlds were attracted.

If all these people were done by him... ugh... it would be better to use transcendence, then he would be very happy.

In the eyes of the Merit Clone, the cultivators of various forces were glowing with different degrees of blood-colored obstacles. In other words, if you kill one by one, there must be fish that slip through the net. Killing them side by side...

That's not right.

Although there was blood on some of them, they were also covered with hazy green light.

Sitting cross-legged on the top of a small hill, the Merit Clone closed his eyes to rest, and the cultivators of other forces around him did the same. At most, they sent people to observe the threads of rules in the cracks in the void above.

In the following time, after the first dozens of threads of rules fell, three years later, another collective thread of rules fell, causing another large-scale fight.

Then the third, fourth, and fifth threads of rules fell.

And twenty-two years have passed. For a Yuanying cultivator, this time is like a nap, but for Shen Lian, who is taking pills, he has reached the critical moment of breakthrough.

The effect of the Wanhua Yuluo Pill is long-lasting. Two pills have repeatedly impacted him for twenty years. The five elements of magic power in the Dantian overflowed. In the magic vortex formed in the middle area of ​​the Dantian, the five elements turned into black and white, and yin and yang intersected, making the Yuanying look more and more worldly.