Chapter 503: Cut Off the Combined Dao with Three Moves, and the Nine Methods of Hunyuan Show Their Power for the First Time!

Amidst the gray dust, the cave is hidden deep inside.

Inside the cave.

"Your strength is still not good enough, so you can only fight and refine yourself."

Shen Lian looked at the Holy Demon with some dissatisfaction.

A single small rule combined with the Tao, in terms of combat power, is the 'super 10,000' level that he has designated.

As a person with a combat power of "super ten thousand", although he is not long-lasting, he can still be considered as a small-ruled Taoist monk. Naturally, he has opinions on the holy demon.

The Hedao monks who have just advanced are naturally at their weakest. They have only improved their realm, and their magic power and soul have also been baptized by the essence of heaven and earth. However, their ability to cast and recognize spells is still at the level of virtual refining.

This is also the reason why monks who have broken through to a great realm will undergo a long retreat after advancing, in order to make up for their shortcomings.

"Don't use swords from now on. Practice the magic way well. If you don't practice Banzi and play swordsmanship, you are not doing your job properly."

Wearing the "Deshan" immortal robe and holding the soul-refining flag in hand, anyone who disobeys will go to the soul-refining flag to become a demon soul. This is a good demon cultivator following the example of the Heavenly Dharma Patriarch.

"Not only do you not have the Hedao spell, I also don't have the Hunyuan spell now."

Shen Lian himself also had a clear understanding that he disliked the saints and demons. His current method of dealing with the Hedao monks was to condense a drop of Hunyuan mana bead.

Although this move also had results, the result was that the two men were injured.

In addition, this move does not make full use of the Hunyuan mana and the rules of enlightenment.

It can be said that the power of rules that I have learned over the years is almost like goods stored in a warehouse.

It didn't matter that he had the power of rules but didn't use them to the maximum extent. He could control Xiao Lianxu casually anyway, but if he wanted to compete with Hedao, he had to cultivate the power of rules and Hunyuan mana intensively.

After carefully examining the Holy Demon, Shen Lian also had a rough idea in his mind about the Hedao in the Daoji realm.

Needless to say, the newly advanced Hedao like the Holy Demon is the worst.

The old man from the Dingyuan Immortal Sect that he killed back then was even weaker than the Holy Demon who had just advanced.

The female cultivators of the Immortal Pot Sect are stronger than the Holy Demons.

When he was killing the female cultivator of the Immortal Pot Sect, Shen Lian was opportunistic. Without Mixunzi's clone to fight desperately, it would not have been so easy to get someone killed.

As for the Hedao monks who have just advanced, after a period of retreat, they have comprehended their own spells to the seventh level, and with the addition of seventh-level spiritual treasures, their combat power can be increased by at least 70%, or even doubled.

If there is a chance, and the Tao seeds with corresponding attribute rules are obtained, the combat power will increase again.

This is just a combination of small rules. If it is a combination of big rules, it will only be stronger.

It can be seen from this that even if they are both at the Dao Foundation level, the gap between strength and weakness is still like a chasm.

"Alas, now I can only do things like saints and demons."

The clear data was placed in front of him, which naturally made Shen Lian understand himself. He still couldn't float. Not to mention meeting the twelfth floor, even if he met a Taoist monk who was experienced in condensing Tao seeds, he would be trapped in a situation where he was still fighting. .

Of course, there is no need to belittle oneself. When he estimated his combat power, he did not include formations. If there were seventh-level formations added to his body, there would still be no problem in defeating and running away.

"There are no supporting Hunyuan spells, not even the formations... I am more blank than a blank slate. I can't see my own blackboard when standing on the Holy Demon."

Suddenly, Shen Lian felt that he was very unstable, and the foundation he had accumulated was far from enough.

Although he is a seventh-level formation mage, he really does not have a seventh-level formation in his hands.

With these backgrounds, beating Lianxu is definitely like a father beating a son, but his imaginary enemy is Hedao!

Difficult!

"The seventh-level formation has no materials, but the spell can be understood."

"Understand the magic!"

In a flash of thought, Shen Lian made a decision in his heart.

Without matching spells, Hunyuan mana is equivalent to an alchemist having a furnace but no fire.

Once there are matching spells, the Hunyuan mana will burst out with its due power, and the combat power will naturally be further improved.

In the current understanding of the rules, the five elements, yin and yang, soul path, and blood path have all reached the third level. The five elements yin and yang are the basic rules, the soul path assists the soul, and the blood path can assist the body.

The utilization rate of these rules is really touching.

Gradually, Shen Lian fell into silence. Purple light shone in the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts, and the Hunyuan Jade Disc slowly rotated, scattering dots of colorful spiritual light and lingering with wisps of purple mist.

"The best mana naturally comes with the strongest spell..."

In the purple mist, the villain of Divine Mind muttered something.

…

As time goes by, the scene in the turbid sea seems to be eternal, and the diffuse dust particles float slowly.

There are no plants and trees here, just endless gray and dust.

In the turbidity, dots of green light were looming like lights in the fog, and a strange monk with scales on his back, his head stretched forward and lowered, shaking his head constantly, sniffing around.

"This cultivation is in this area."

Zhuolang's three eyes flashed with green light. It had been searching this area for hundreds of years, narrowing the search range little by little.

The cracked mouth swallowed the turbid air in front of him, and soon the filtered dust was discharged out of the body along the gaps between the scales on the body.

This is the secret technique of the Qingshen tribe, which can capture the remaining breath of turbid air.

As long as a monk passes through the turbid air, even if he tries his best to control his breath, his body will always collide with the turbid air.

As long as there is contact, traces will be left and captured by the Qingshen clan's secret method.

Perhaps this is God's compensation for the Qingshen tribe being trapped in the turbid sea.

Ever since they were trapped in the lowest level of the realm by that group of superior guys, this endless turbid land has become the hunting ground of their Qingshen tribe.

Except for some powerful holy places, the rest of the monks are the prey of the Qingshen tribe.

Of course, this was not the case at the beginning. At that time, the bottom line of the Qingshen Clan was very high. Any monk who entered the Turbid Sea was the prey of the Qingshen Clan.

Later... didn't I suffer a blow later? The old guys from the Haotian Realm and even the Cangtian Realm were shameless and came to cause trouble in person. Even the Third Ancestor had to give in.

In the end, a covenant was agreed upon. As for some disciples from Dahe Dao in Haotian and Cangtian, as long as they did not do too much, they would be let go.

Of course, a covenant is a covenant, and the bottom line is flexible. If it really seizes the opportunity, it will not mind letting disciples from large sects reincarnate.

The Qingshen Clan is a general term for all creatures living in the turbid sea.

The three ancestors of Qingshen, respected by all branches, are all Mahayana monks.

However, the three ancestors belong to different bloodlines and live in the deepest part of the turbid sea. No one knows the specific identity of the three ancestors.

In short, it is precisely because of the protection of the three ancestors that the Qingshen clan can be passed down.

To explain why Haotian and Cangtian have shameless old guys come down to cause trouble, the place in the turbid sea is better.

It was originally a place for storing turbid air created by them. Not only were they reluctant to bear the spiritual beings shrouded in the turbid air, but some monks felt that the turbid air here was thick and inaccessible, making it a good place to survive the tribulation.

In addition, these monks who came down are not good people. Sometimes they will hunt down the Qingshen tribe to refine soul-seeking treasures.

It is so vast and endless that it is too difficult to find the spiritual place hidden inside. If there are soul-seeking treasures refined by the monks of the Qingshen tribe, the probability of finding the spiritual place will be much greater.

Zhuo Lang walks and stops in the turbid air. It is not in a hurry. The monks' retreat time after the tribulation will not be too short. As long as people are in the turbid sea, they cannot escape.

This opportunity deserves it.

Originally, it was looking for another member of the same clan to discuss another matter about the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation. Unexpectedly, it sensed the calamity energy before setting off, and immediately asked the tribesmen to search for it. Unexpectedly, they actually found it. .

The Hedao monk who has just overcome the calamity is greatly tonic.

"It's weird, it's obviously nearby, why isn't it there?"

Two years later, Zhuolang appeared again in the turbid air, with doubts flashing in its three eyes. It had determined that the Hedao that had just overcome the tribulation was within tens of thousands of miles nearby, but it had already turned this area upside down. I searched several times but couldn't find it.

"Do you think you can escape it?"

After a while, a cold light flashed in Zhuolang's eyes.

Strange sounds rang out from its belly, like a dull roar of beasts, and the turbid air in all directions began to vibrate, and when it arrived, it immediately set off waves.

"If you don't come out, I will burn you out."

"Moon eclipse sky fire!"

A bunch of faint-colored flames spit out from Zhuolang's mouth, and the fire light turned into a huge fireball in the air, rolling in all directions.

The turbid air surrounding them not only did not hinder these chilling flames, but actually enhanced the power of the fireballs.

Fireballs rolled around, turning tens of thousands of miles in all directions into a sea of ​​​​gloomy fire, burning blazingly.

In the flames, the turbid air was burned away bit by bit, and the fine dust was first condensed into crystals and then turned into powder in the cold flames.

"I will burn out your hiding place!"

Pieces of dim flames swept across all directions, and the three eyes of Zhuolang in the flames were like lightning, constantly sweeping over the area where the flames were burning.

The raging fire spread out bit by bit. Although the speed was not fast, it was only thousands of miles away. Even if it was burned carefully, it would not take a hundred years.

…

Forty years.

There were dim flames, and Zhuolang's three eyes were full of anger.

In front of it, a small piece of gravel is no different from other dust around it.

The moment the spiritual restraint on the gravel shattered, an empty cave was revealed, with a wisp of dissipated air current.

"How dare you play tricks on me!"

Zhuolang felt very angry after grabbing Dongfu in his hands and grinding it into powder.

I have been busy for hundreds of years and found loneliness.

A hollow mansion, the remaining aura inside turned out to be that of a Void Refining Ant.

Damn guy, he wouldn't even put out a live bait, just a wisp of air.

"Damn it, no matter where you are hiding, as long as you are in the turbid sea, I will definitely catch you and eat you alive!"

Zhuolang shouted in a low voice, since he used a blinding trick, it means that his cultivation is not strong enough and he wants to confuse the audience.

Two big claw-like hands pinched out spells one after another, and weird syllables were spit out from his mouth. The billowing evil aura swept across all directions, and the bluestone surrounding his head shone brightly, piercing through the vast turbid air.

at the same time.

In the depths of the turbid air where the direction cannot be determined, a huge gray continent is suspended.

There are many mountains on the mainland, and the valleys are so deep that its true appearance cannot be seen in the vast distance.

Suddenly, rays of green light lit up from the deep valley, and then after a strange sound rang out, rays of green light flew out like blue lightning.

From the middle area of ​​the continent, a spiritual treasure shaped like a scallop shell flew out, catching these green figures, breaking through the thick turbid air and rushing out.

"The ancestors have given orders to search the sky and the earth for traces.

…

In the cave deep in the dust, Shen Lian, who was in seclusion to comprehend the Dharma, suddenly woke up.

A fake house he had specially placed was destroyed.

This time, in addition to allowing the clone to advance to the Hedao, the more important thing for coming to the Turbid Sea is to investigate the situation here and see if it is suitable for the next breakthrough of Hunyuan magic power.

The Hedao calamity affected the land of billions of miles, and he was not sure whether he could meet fellow Daoists in the vast Turbid Sea, so he casually arranged thirty-six suspicious houses.

In such a vast area, the suspicious house can still be broken. If this is a coincidence, it would really be a pity.

"The Hedao cultivators who have just passed the calamity are all prey. How can the Turbid Sea be so pitfall."

Shen Lian frowned. How could there be no pure land in such a huge fairyland.

I thought such a place should be sparsely populated and sparsely populated, but I didn't expect it to be the opposite.

"Holy Demon Dao Zun, your prey is here, do you want to test the waters?"

"Forget it, let's first find out who the holy demon is. Lian He Dao is regarded as prey, so don't underestimate his strength. You, the blank Dao Zun, are really worrying."

Those who dare to come for the Holy Demon must at least be senior Dao-based cultivators.

This is not surprising. If cultivators who are mixed in the turbid air sea don't want to make a business without capital, they might as well rest at home.

…

"Huh…"

In the vast turbid air ocean, figures with green light on their heads were scattered everywhere like chess pieces, forming a nine-palace shape.

Each cultivator was separated by 100,000 miles. After dozens of Lianxu cultivators spread out, they directly covered an area of ​​6 to 7 million miles in radius.

The green light on their heads was like a green torch, jumping with mysterious fluctuations. The turbid air in the area was affected and resonated together.

The turbid lang was suspended in the area above everyone, chanting something.

The turbid air is vast, and the Qingshen Clan has limited cultivation resources. They cannot leave the turbid air sea, so they can only search in the turbid air sea.

Over the long years, this joint search secret technique has gradually formed, in order to search the souls of foreign prey.

The turbid air sea is not rich, so they can only use foreign cultivators as cultivation objects.

This is just the clan of one settlement. If they join forces with other families, the search scale will be larger.

"The turbid sea is the turbid sea of ​​my Qingshen Clan. No matter where you hide, you will be exposed."

In the green light above his head, a voice was heard, "Ancestor, there is a fluctuation in the direction of the Zhen position."

The figure flashed, and the turbid lang quickly fled to the distance.

...

"Boom!"

"Asshole, you deceived me again!"

A whole piece of turbid air was grabbed and exploded, and the turbid lang ruthlessly crushed the cave dug out from a piece of remnant land.

The second one.

…

"Old Ancestor, there is a spiritual forbidden fluctuation in the position."

Zhuolang's figure disappeared in a flash, and the position he rushed to was once again resounded with a roar.

"The third seat!"

Three years later.

"The fourth seat!"

...

Five years.

"The seventh!

"The eighth!

...

Ten years later.

"The eighteenth seat!"

"Who can tell me how many fake caves this damn guy has installed!"

Zhuolang's face turned dark blue, and his magic power surged around him, "Turn him out for me, I don't believe he is so rich that he can throw away the sixth-level top-grade formation at will!"

The figures lined up in the turbid air sea, the leading ones in the late and perfect stages of the refining void are okay, but the other members of the tribe in the early and middle stages of the refining void can't hold on.

This large-scale formation search consumes a lot of magic power and soul, but the old ancestor was furious, and no one dared to kick, so they could only hold on.

Unlike the cultivators living in Qingqitian, they have elixirs to restore their mana, but they can't. In addition to absorbing the spiritual energy in the turbid air, they can only use a few turbid medicines.

The formation formed by dozens of Qingshen cultivators moved horizontally in the turbid air as a whole. Wherever they passed, the turbid air surged, washing away all the spiritual forbidden fluctuations that appeared.

...

"The 31st seat!"

Above the cave with rolling flames, Zhuolang roared.

"You brat, how dare you tease me!"

The green feet stepped down repeatedly above the cave, and the rolling flames burned everything in the cave to ashes.

Zhuolang was also a well-known person in the nearby area. He had participated in the large and small hunting of Hedao cultivators for more than 100,000 years. He even received the decree of a Qingshen Yujing senior and participated in the search for a demon Yujing great power. But this was the first time he encountered such a cunning person.

If it gets out, the next time they join forces to hunt down other pure worlds and hedao cultivators, they will definitely be laughed to death by other people of the same race.

Pure world is the name given by the Qingshen Clan to Haotian and Cangtian. On the contrary, Haotian and Cangtian call them the turbid air sea or turbid air world.

…

"You are damned, you scared me to death... Oh no, holy devil."

Over the past few decades, more than 30 disguised nests have been overturned at once. As the nest owner, Shen Lian naturally figured out who was messing with him.

A foreign race in the Dao foundation realm, and he is still very ugly.

Three eyes, a head full of green jade, hunchbacked and covered with strange scales.

After many observations, Shen Lian saw that these foreign races could directly absorb turbid air for cultivation, so they should be local species.

"The local forces are really too rude."

The mind slowly withdrew from the turbid air particles, and the gravel was also collected into the small world.

There was no way. Shen Lian found that these guys were too cunning. They could actually capture the residual breath from the dust. Although the breath would dissipate over time, it didn't mean that it could be dissipated so cleanly.

Otherwise, his whereabouts would not be exposed and he would not be searched by people in a dragnet-style search. You should know that this kind of human sea tactics and dragnet-style fishing were his specialty in the past. I didn't expect that after so many years, I would use it myself.

"Since you are the only one nearby, don't blame me for trying my newly comprehended magic on you."

...

In the vast turbid air, the Qingshen clan monks in formation were still searching with all their heart and soul.

Suddenly, the suspended Zhulang's eyes were determined, and the green light rushing up from the top of his head swayed, and the three eyes released sharp light at the same time.

"Finally found you!"

In an instant, a piece of green light rolled up and broke through the heavy fog.

After crossing thousands of miles, Zhuolang had already left the search range of his tribesmen. Zhuolang raised his two green claws, and the rolling turbid air condensed into two huge palaces in his hands, smashing them forward in the air.

Boom!

The gray palace collided with a rush of red flames at the moment of falling. The earth-shattering loud noise and dazzling light made the void collapse.

"Ah!"

Under the exploding fire, a figure showed fear on his face and quickly fled into the distance.

"A human who has advanced to the fire path still wants to run!"

Zhuolang laughed loudly, and the anger accumulated over the years finally found an outlet.

That's right, it's this guy, and the aura left in the place of tribulation is exactly the same.

It turned out to be a human demon cultivator, no wonder so many fake mansions were created to deceive it.

"You can survive the tribulation on my territory, so stay."

As soon as the words fell, the green jade stones surrounding Zhuolang's head lit up, and they fell off one by one from his head, forming a jade belt that shot out.

The green light flickered, and gray cold flames emerged from it, pressing down on the fleeing figure.

At this moment, three eyes reflected the panicked figure, and suddenly turned back and showed a strange smile.

"Ugly?"

"This human race called it ugly!"

Zhuolang was startled. You humans are ugly, and your whole family is ugly.

...

A colorful light suddenly appeared behind Zhuolang, and a faint voice sounded.

"Ugly Taoist friend, I have just realized a soul technique called the Three Burials Chaotic Soul Technique. Please taste it!"

In an instant, Zhuolang was shocked. There was someone else!

Even the spells he cast became turbulent, and the turbid air in all directions swayed.

Seeing this, the little man in Zhuolang's sea of ​​thoughts muttered something and put up a layer of protection for himself.

But the green light gushing out from the top of his head was still covered by a colorful ocean. An ancient stone chime appeared from the colorful ocean, turned into starlight in the air, and crashed into Zhuolang's sea of ​​thoughts.

Even though the sea of ​​thoughts of the Qingshen clan and the human race is slightly different in structure, the rolling starlight is like the Milky Way falling from the sky, and Zhuolang's sea of ​​thoughts is filled with it all at once.

Each point of starlight is a broken figure, and there are more than billions of starlights, and each share is filled with countless messy memory fragments.

In an instant, Zhuolang felt that his sea of ​​thoughts was flooded with billions of old bull noses, and they were all chattering chaotic spells.

"Ah!"

The defense that hastily protected the little man of thoughts was completely useless. This attack did not care about immortal virtues and directly surrounded the entire sea of ​​thoughts in a uniform manner.

The boundless broken memories formed a discourse of inverted yin and yang, disordered order, and countless fragments of information were endless, like billions of blades, quickly confusing Zhuolang's memory.

As a Taoist monk, it has lived for 110,000 years, and the extremely long 110,000 years of memory are like an ocean.

But the memory fragments that rushed in at this moment are not only chaotic, but also more terrifying and long than its own memory, vast as clouds and smoke.

"Ah!"

Zhuolang in the turbid air screamed, and the light emitted from his three eyes became messy, his thoughts were confused, and the mana in his body showed signs of losing control.

The inspiration of the Three Burials Soul Chaos Technique came from the Three Burials Spirit Talisman created when he was still a small god.

In the past tens of thousands of years of practice, Shen Lian has searched countless monks' memories by soul, and has also devoured several monks who have taken over their bodies. Counting his own clones, his memory is not less than that of a monk who has been in harmony with the Tao for more than 100,000 years if it is accumulated according to the years.

This is not to mention the inheritance of skills. Over the years, he has inherited the skills of refining tools, refining pills, and array formations. The content of any of these skills is as vast as clouds and smoke.

What's more, all this information was broken up and merged by Shen Lian, forming a Three Burials Chaotic Soul Technique, which gathered into a sea of ​​broken memories.

Here, no information is correct, no information is complete, and no information is not crazy.

The main focus is chaos and disorder, vast as smoke.

At this moment, the effect was significant. An old Taoist monk was directly beaten into a downtime state under the Three Burials Chaotic Soul Technique.

Although the opponent's soul was not killed directly, it also made the opponent's soul fall into a state of 'where am I, who am I, what are these ghost things'.

"Plant a reincarnation and you can harvest an alchemy furnace."

"Come on, take a walk on the dry road."

"To refine the alchemy, you must first castrate yourself..."

"Daddy's daddy is called Daddy..."

...

The chaotic and disordered memories contain all kinds of things, and none of them can be reorganized intact. They are all so chaotic that too much of them poured in at once, and the sea of ​​​​mind of the Lianhe Dao cultivator was overloaded.

"Daoyou, I have another killer move, please taste it again!"

Seeing that the opponent was in a state of downtime, Shen Lian would naturally not miss such a good opportunity, and his figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, the surrounding void quickly twisted, and the wind, thunder and lightning were derived from it.

The moment the wind and thunder appeared, it swallowed Zhuolang in an instant.

"Ah!"

The sharp edge of the space hit his body, and the downtime Zhuolang suddenly woke up, looking at the silver space storms around him in horror, and wind and thunder were derived from each storm.

In the midst of panic, Zhuolang didn't care about anything else, and instinctively chanted obscure spells in his mouth. The scales on his body suddenly rose, and streams of gray air flowed out, quickly forming a thick turbid air defense in his body.

"All-seeing Killing Technique!"

A cold voice sounded from the broken space.

The twisted space storm that rolled around Zhuolang suddenly formed a nine-square grid, and turned into a grid domain in the air, imprinted on Zhuolang's body.

"Puff!"

The space was pinched into a nine-square grid by an invisible big hand, and the silver light was like a knife, and the wind and thunder roared wildly.

In an instant, a large amount of dark green blood gushed out of Zhuolang's body, and the turbid air that enveloped it exploded, blasting away a part of the silver light of the space, and turned into a stream of light that rushed into the distance faster than lightning.

"Daoyou, don't go."

In the silver light, a hazy shadow emerged, and then quickly stretched and expanded, turning into a huge whale-like state.

The wind and thunder whistled, and the purple lightning gathered around the body. The whale-like shadow changed its state again, and huge wings grew under its belly, rolling up endless wind, thunder and purple lightning.

The shadow spread its wings, and the silver light quickly retreated under the feathers.

Zhuolang, who was fleeing far away, felt a huge shadow covering him, and was so frightened that he swept his mind. The scene he saw made him extremely terrified.

Above his head, a huge shadow infinitely shortened the space. The shadow's tail was still where they had just fought, but its head was already above his head.

The wings flapped like clouds hanging from the sky, and the wind and thunder rolled under it, bringing waves across millions of miles of sky, as if a galaxy was derived from the belly of the huge shadow, and it happened to be in this space galaxy.

"Kunpeng!"

The three eyes were filled with huge shadows, and the cold air of death lingered in his heart.

"What kind of magic is this!"

In fear, Zhuolang shouted.

It couldn't figure it out, it really didn't understand.

Could it be a fairy art!

But the next moment, a huge wave of space in the huge shadow rose up, turning into countless sharp edges that pierced Zhuolang's body.

The ugly flesh was cut into countless pieces, and a wisp of soul smoke rose up.

The giant Kun crossed the sky, spanning a million miles, like a Milky Way bridge, spanning the vast ocean of turbid air.

A demon scale flashing with wind and thunder fell from the broken space, revealing Mi Xuzi, who was covered in blood. The power of space rules on his body was like a huge wave beating up and down.

"How did you kill him!"

Shen Lian followed from far to near, looking at the alien race that was broken into pieces of meat, his mouth cracked, he didn't expect that the spell blessed by the seventh-level Hun Kun demon scale was so powerful.

In three moves, a Taoist alien race was killed.

Three Burials of Chaos Souls, disturbing the soul.

Wanxiang Killing Technique, breaking its defense.

Beiming Dharma Body, a million miles of slow slicing.

"Damn, why are you so weak? I just realized these spells."

Looking at Mi Xuzi, who was covered in blood, Shen Lian sighed.

The first two moves, Three Burials of Chaotic Souls and the Myriad Killing Technique, were performed by him personally, and the subsequent Beiming Dharma Body was performed by Mi Xuzi.

These spells were comprehended for the purpose of Hunyuan Mana. With the assistance of the seventh-level wind and thunder and space dual-attribute spiritual treasures, the power of the space rules is comparable to the third level, and Mi Xuzi is also somewhat difficult to control.

It is pure killing one thousand enemies and losing five hundred of oneself.

It is also the fault of this ugly bastard, who is too weak to kill.

Only three moves, and they were just comprehended. Shen Lian performed them with an experimental attitude. He wanted to check for deficiencies and make up for them, but he didn't expect to kill the test subject first.

Of course, there is no experimental data at all. There is not only a pile of rotten meat left, plus the injured Mi Xuzi, which is enough to show that the spells just comprehended are still not good enough.

It is not yet able to be released freely, and the performance is not very delicate, and it needs to be improved.

If Shen Lian's comprehension of the space rules was not enough, when he used the second move of the Myriad Killing Technique, this cultivator would have no chance to escape.

The Wanxiang Killing Technique is a killing technique that combines wind, thunder and space. He comprehended the core of this technique based on the idea that one flower is one world. A grain of sand and a speck of dust are all worlds.

Since it is a world, it can naturally integrate wind and thunder. It can divide the cultivator into many parts and put them neatly into different spaces to withstand the test of wind and thunder.

Combined into a pile of meat, scattered into large ribs.

Unfortunately, this technique is still in its infancy. There are too few nine-square grids that can be performed, and it is not three-dimensional enough. It would be best if it could form a scene of one grain of sand is one world, turning the void into a desert.

"Hu!"

Spitting out a long breath, Shen Lian rolled up everything around him and fled away quickly.

This time, killing this Hedao alien race was the work of the master and the two clones. The holy demon was weak in the front, the master attacked by surprise, and Mi Xuzi finished the job, all in one go like flowing clouds and water.

The three spells are part of Shen Lian's achievements over the years. In fact, he has conceived a total of nine spells and named them Hunyuan Jiufa.

Today, the first three spells are used, and the remaining six spells are tentatively determined.

Anyway, if you say it out, I have Hunyuan Jiufa. I have deduced the seventh, eighth, ninth and third spells, but I don't have the first six yet.

…

"Qingshen Clan, Zhuolang Settlement."

More than half a year later, Shen Lian appeared outside a continent shrouded in turbid air, looking at the vast mountains with wandering eyes.

"Fellow Daoist Zhuolang, you are a person without blessings. How could you die? How can I take such a good land legitimately? You really deserve to die!"

"Forget it, I can only make your beloved relative of the same realm suffer. This time I will be gentle."

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