Chapter 563: Capturing the Monks From the Corpse-Sloughing World, Crisis?

Deep in the rift between heaven and earth.

Mixunzi, who was trapped in the unknown realm, woke up from practice. After thousands of years of practice, he had just advanced to the first-level and twelfth-floor realm.

The call from his clan made his blood boil like soup in a cauldron.

This situation did not occur the last time I was called.

This time, as the call reappeared, in just a few days, Mixunzi could feel the constant trembling of his blood. If this continued, the blood in his body would become more and more agitated.

It was obvious that this summons to him seemed like it would not give up until the goal was achieved.

His eyes flashed with purple light, and Shen Lian's consciousness entered the Mixunzi clone, gently feeling the turbulence of Xianluo's bloodline.

"Fellow Taoist, I am Saint Luo Yuan, the deacon of the Immortal Seeking Alliance, and I am here to save my fellow Taoist from being killed!"

"Fellow Taoist, this saint..."

The tremors originating from his blood converged into clear words.

"It's getting closer."

'Mixuzi' frowned slightly and used his magic power to suppress the turmoil of the blood in his body, but this situation could only last for a while. Under the call of his fellow clan, the resonance from the Xianluo bloodline could not be stopped at all.

This time the call was much more urgent than the last time.

Regarding the Alliance for Immortality, his understanding was still stuck on the last time. He only knew that it was composed of failed forces after the last baptism of the forces in the fairy world.

It wouldn't be a big problem for him to get involved in the Immortal Seeking Alliance, and he might be able to fish in troubled waters.

But the Alliance for Immortality has been able to exist for so long under the pressure of superpowers. 'Mixunzi' feels that if he joins the Alliance for Immortality at his current level, he will probably be doing errands, which is very unfriendly.

Even these guys can't tell whether they have bad intentions or not.

This was also the reason why he didn't respond to the call of his kind last time.

Even if he goes to the Immortal-Seeking Alliance, he will have to wait until later. Now there is no way to hide in the rift between heaven and earth and pretend to be a tortoise to be safe.

Running mana to suppress the turmoil in the bloodline, it was as if the signal had not been received, but only one day had passed, and the suppressed bloodline felt the resonance of the same race again.

"Fellow Taoist, this saint..."

…

"A mangy dog."

'Mixunzi' cursed rudely, and the more urgently he was summoned, the less likely he was to go out.

"Fellow Taoist, this saint..."

Soon, the practicing ‘Mixunzi’ was awakened again, cutting off the bloodline induction gap from one day to half a day.

‘Mixuzi’’s eyes were glowing purple, and he was thinking in his thoughts. It was not an option to continue like this. It was obvious that he was coming to his door soon.

Shen Lian, a monk, has his own unique way of judging whether he is an enemy or a friend. Before he can distinguish clearly, he will all be regarded as someone who is greedy for his body.

If you can dodge, dodge, if you can avoid it, avoid it. If you really can't avoid it, go next door and give him a spicy kick.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the purple eyes of 'Mixuzi', whose eyes were glowing purple, dimmed suddenly, and a little bit of gray was released from the purple.

In the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts, a hazy and all-encompassing aura emerged, like mist slowly falling from the sky, and soon enveloped the sea of ​​spiritual thoughts of 'Mixuzi'.

This is the chaotic Tao Yun released from the soul that controls Mixunzi.

Among the achievements of more than 20,000 years of cultivation, the integration of rules, soul, and body can be said to be the greatest achievement, allowing Shen Lian's soul to be integrated into the tolerant attribute of chaos.

At this moment, the mysterious and tolerant aura began to sweep through Mixunzi's body. The turbulent power of blood that had previously roamed within his body seemed to be smoothed away by big hands under the shroud of chaos.

The resonance of Xianluo's bloodline lost its voice at this moment.

‘Mixuzi’ nodded with satisfaction. It was really annoying to have him buzzing in his ears all day long without his consent.

"Idiot, let me see the mystery of chaos."

Shen Lian was in a good mood because of his attempt to drop the Chaos Breath onto his clone. Compared to suppressing the resonance of his bloodline, the Chaos Breath was more tolerant and majestic. It could last for at least several decades and he could just use it again.

…

There is a rift between heaven and earth, in a dark space.

The space here is no longer silver-white, but replaced by a dark and broken scene. There seem to be two rhythms in each space.

However, there was a slight deviation in the derivation process of the two rhythms, making the space extremely weird.

"Wow!"

At this moment, the space burst into large cracks, and the dark and lustrous space fragments released a terrifying aura of destruction.

A figure emerged awkwardly from the debris wave, its back was covered with sharp space debris, and its right leg was bloody and there was a piece of flesh missing, as if it had been chewed away by something.

Luo Yuan quickly mobilized his mana to focus on the injury on his right leg. Unfortunately, the injury on his leg was very difficult to heal. Even if he mobilized the mana in the Dao Fruit World, the healing was very slow. The rhythm of light and dark continued to swallow up all his mana.

After finally stabilizing his body again, Luo Yuan muttered something.

This time, the feeling between the same bloodline was gone.

However, he didn't care. This situation had happened many times. It was obvious that his people did not want him to find traces and were deliberately suppressing the power of his bloodline.

This is not a big problem. No matter how hard the members of the Hedao Realm suppress their own bloodline, they will not be able to hide themselves for a long time in front of him.

The unique resonance technique of Xianluo monks is very mysterious. It can determine the distance of the same clan according to the strength of the resonance aura.

He searched in the cracks of heaven and earth for so long and finally located the location nearby.

His fellow clansman is in this nearby area and can't run away.

Seeing this, Luo Yuan found a relatively stable area instead and began to stabilize his injuries.

It took more than a month to finally suppress the wound on his leg. He used the secret technique of the same clan again.

The blood rhythm was transmitted again, but there was no response.

After several days, Luo Yuan, who was originally calm, couldn't help but frown.

In the following time, he kept using Xianluo Mixu, but there was no fluctuation.

Obviously, he had already found the nearby area, but it disappeared again.

This mission was directly issued by the ancestor. In an era when most cultivators regarded the descendants of Xianluo as an opportunity, he was able to cultivate to the Mahayana realm, which was also a coincidence.

He was the entourage of a half-immortal ancestor of the Seeking Immortal Alliance.

To put it nicely, he is a follower, but in fact, he is just a cultivation tool. This ancestor relied on exploiting his talent for comprehending the rules to cultivate to a higher level step by step.

Although Luo Yuan's talent is inferior to that of the fellow tribesman he is looking for, he is also a genius who can comprehend seven kinds of rules.

Later, his master advanced to the Mahayana, and then advanced from the Mahayana to the semi-immortal level. In view of his past contributions, he was rewarded and became a Mahayana cultivator.

But because he was robbed too harshly back then, he made no progress after advancing to the Mahayana. If there is no great opportunity, he will stop at the early stage of the Mahayana for the rest of his life.

The last time he came to the crack of heaven and earth to find his fellow tribesmen, it was a task he accepted from the alliance, but this time it was different. It was a task directly assigned by his master.

You have to know that the master has not appeared for a long time since he became a semi-immortal and the supreme leader of the alliance. Because of the master's face, he also hung the title of elder in the alliance, which is better than the best. No matter what outsiders say behind his back, they will call him Elder Luo when they meet.

The master who has not appeared for a long time personally issued a task, which made Luo Yuan inevitably have some guesses.

However, guesses are guesses, he still has to complete the master's task.

If the master is happy, he may give him some elixir to help him break the bottleneck of the middle stage of Mahayana.

At this moment, Luo Yuan kept wandering around. According to his previous positioning, although he did not find the specific location of the bloodline of the same clan, he could also determine that it was near this area.

He speculated that the cultivators of the same clan sensed his approach and performed some secret technique to completely isolate himself.

This obviously did not believe him.

…

Lower Haotian Realm, South Region.

Today's Xianhu Sect is bright and beautiful.

All the monks in the sect were jubilant, and their eyes looked across the mountains and seas to the sky.

Above the void, colorful light hung upside down like a brilliant galaxy.

A long snake with cracks and shatters all over its body was hovering in the void, absorbing the spiritual essence from the sky.

The vast power of heaven was dissipating like a thread, but the disciples of the Xianhu Sect who could not suppress it were shouting.

"Nine-nine Heavenly Tribulations, my Xianhu Sect has given birth to a Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations monk."

At the highest point of the Xianhu Sect, countless disciples of the sect saw a white-haired old man crying bitterly.

"Ancestor, I want to offer sacrifices to the ancestors!"

The ancestor of the 'Xianhu' had wildly dancing beard and hair, and his white robe made him look like an immortal, but he cried and laughed at the same time, which made people feel a little crazy.

"Announce to the ancestors, my Xianhu Sect has given birth to a Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulations monk!"

Soon, a magnificent bell sounded inside the sect, and it was struck ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

"Send invitations, the ancestor wants to hold a celebration."

"Hold it in a big way!"

The sect leader Lin Tianhe looked at the ancestor who was a little crazy with joy, and wanted to speak to stop him, wanting the ancestor to be more stable, but he didn't expect that the ancestor was too happy and wanted to hold a big celebration directly.

"Ancestor, Qingjun has just advanced to the Hedao stage, even if he has passed the Jiujiu..."

"I know what you think."

Xianhu interrupted Lin Tianhe, "I have also heard that those top Hedao holy places have cultivators with the appearance of Jiujiu Tianjie died for no reason. Qingjun has just advanced. With the strength of our Xianhu Sect, it is too big to attract the wind."

"Then why did the ancestor announce it to all directions?"

"Go and take the invitation to invite the cultivators of Lingmu Fairy Palace, and take out all the treasures you brought back from the Five Elements Fairy Palace. You may need to use them this time. Before Qingjun grows up, you still have to find a backer."

Lin Tianhe's eyes turned and understood the ancestor's thoughts.

If Qingjun could be sent to the Lingmu Palace to practice, it would be like having an extra amulet. Although the Lingmu Palace is a super power, it would not reject a cultivator who has passed the nine-nine heavenly tribulations.

Even if Qingjun really joined the Lingmu Palace, his days as a cultivator in the Xianhu Sect could not be erased.

The ancestor is still superior.

…

The Heavenly Silkworm Mulberry Forest.

The Xianhu Clan celebrated with the whole clan, and Shen Lian naturally benefited as well.

The sumptuous meal and spiritual wine in front of him were stolen by him from the Xianhu Sect.

“Squeak…”

The white jade cup, the spiritual wine gurgling, squeaked when drinking.

I didn’t expect that Qingjun, this little green snake, would really become a blessing. Shen Lian narrowed his eyes and thought about his subsequent plans.

Qingjun’s success depends on three aspects. One is the inheritance of his own bloodline. His ancestors were powerful, and the heritage passed down more or less made him have the appearance of harmony with the Tao.

The second is the acquired practice plus the foundation of the Xianhu Sect, which makes it have the appearance of six-nine heavenly tribulations.

The third is the opportunity given by Shen Lian quietly. After refining the blood of the great demon of Hedao, he quietly sent it into Qingjun's body.

In general, the three are indispensable. Although Qingjun has benefited, the platform of this little snake demon itself is also very important, and it can withstand the torment of blood transformation.

Looking at the four fools in his family, Goudan is pure and stupid, and the three little ones still need to be forged.

"I caught so many hundreds of preparatory clones before, are they just useless?"

The advantages of the body and blood of the demon race made Shen Lian focus on the choice of clones on the demon race, but he had caught a lot of cultivators before, among which the number of demons was not large, and the blood was just so-so, even not as good as the three little ones.

The clones of nine-nine heavenly tribulations are difficult to deal with, after all, not everyone is Mixuzi.

After grabbing the wine pot and shaking it, Shen Lian found that there was no wine. His figure disappeared in the cave in an instant. When he appeared again, he had a new wine pot in his hand.

At the same time, the wine pot in the hand of a buddy who was eating at the banquet of Xianhu Sect disappeared.

When a genius appeared in the sect, the buffet banquet must be held in a big way, inviting nearby sects of all sizes to come and eat and drink and socialize, which can also enrich the life of cultivating immortals.

Shen Lian did not practice anymore, and ate at the buffet for three consecutive days.

…

Under the night.

In the mountain gate of Xianhu Sect, the spiritual light was looming.

Shen Lian stood under the night, and could clearly sense that deep in the mountain gate, the 'Xianhu' was working hard to be the ancestor.

Qingjun, who had just advanced, was still consolidating his realm.

Sect Master Lin Tianhe was still busy sending messages to invite the Hedao Holy Land to participate in Qingjun's Hedao celebration, which naturally could not be like a buffet.

The time was set a hundred years later.

Shen Lian raised his hand and pinched the void. The flat space in his hand flowed like water. Occasionally, he could see the runes of the formation hidden in the depths of the space.

He didn't know if the monks from the Corpse World would come after throwing this bait.

He suspected that it was the Corpse World's black hand before, but there was no evidence after all.

But everything was ready. As long as the monks from the Corpse World dared to come, they could be caught in the jar.

In order to catch the arrival of the monks from the Corpse World as soon as possible, Shen Lian stopped practicing and wandered in the depths of the void outside the Xianhu Sect all day, dressing himself up as a good hunter.

Time passed, more than fifty years later.

The night of this day was also bright with moonlight. Hundreds of millions of miles away from the Xianhu Sect, the void rolled up a wisp of black sword light, and after gathering from it, it turned into a graceful woman in a black dress.

The woman's figure was scorching, but her face was like an old woman, with wrinkles all over her face, and her eyes were like dead fish.

But the pressure from this woman was immense.

"It is indeed a Yujing cultivator."

At the same time, Shen Lian, who was hanging in the depths of space, had already outlined the shadow of the visitor with the space technique, tightened his robe, and measured his confidence in this battle.

He took advantage of the situation and tapped the void in front of him.

The space was clearly empty, but after a light tap of his fingers, there were complicated runes.

Then, he saw the direction of the gate of the Xianhu Sect. The space seemed to turn pages from top to bottom, and the void shook slightly.

Under the night, the Xianhu Sect was still the Xianhu Sect, and it didn't seem to have changed at all.

The black sword-light female cultivator came on the sword energy, responding to the message from someone who didn't know who it was without any care.

"I know. The sword energy will destroy the corpses. What's the point of collecting corpses? Why don't you come?"

Looking at the Xianhu Sect under the night sky, the female cultivator raised her hand without even looking at it, and a wisp of black sword energy emerged in her hand.

If she hadn't been ordered, she wouldn't even bother to use her divine sense to locate the cultivators of the Nine Nine Heavenly Tribulations. She could just kill them with one sword. It would be troublesome to use her divine sense.

"Zizizi!"

The sword light emitted a harsh sound, like a bolt from the blue. The terrifying sword energy accumulated over the Xianhu Sect, and then divided into billions, covering the Xianhu Sect.

After the sword energy fell, the female cultivator looked at it indifferently. She came across the starry sea just to make such a sword.

"Puff!"

The sword energy fell from the sky, like hail falling into the surging water. The Xianhu Sect, which should have collapsed and cracked, twisted strangely.

Seeing this, the female cultivator was shocked.

This is not right!

"Formation!"

The female cultivator put her fingers together to form a sword, and a sword light with a long black dragon lingering in it soared into the sky and slashed down at the formation in front of her.

With a "sizzle" sound, the soaring sword energy tore apart the twisted Xianhu Sect, and a series of runes exploded, but at the end of the runes after the collapse, another complete Xianhu Sect scene map appeared.

...

"Huh!"

The full moon was hanging high in the sky, and it was extremely quiet. The cultivators in the Xianhu Sect were just suddenly awakened, but when they looked up at the moon, they found that nothing seemed to have happened.

Above the void, Shen Lian held a ghost ball in his hand, squinted one eye, and looked into the ball with the other eye.

An ugly guy inside was fighting with a Xianhu Sect scene map.

"This is too easy."

Weighing the ghost ball combination formation in his hand, Shen Lian frowned, feeling like he was trying his best to accumulate strength, but punched the air.

He almost sprained his old waist.

He tapped the formation, and the bitch came in by herself.

Then, she started a battle of wits and courage with the formation.

"After squatting for so long, I only caught one." Shen Lian was a little dissatisfied and raised his hand to attack the ghost ball formation.

…

Within the formation.

Luo Jiannu, who wanted to tear apart the formation, suddenly felt a chill on her back, and her figure moved sideways on the spot, but she was still a step too late.

A sharp claw suddenly pulled her waist and shoulder, and flesh and blood flowed out along with a pool of black blood.

Luo Jiannu snorted and moved to another place. Feeling the gaping wound on her lower back, revealing her inner organs, she couldn't help but look shocked.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Rich black mana surged out like a cloud, blocking the wound on the lower back, and then clouds of black air and cold mist like black lotuses rose around him.

"Ice!"

In an instant, the inside of the formation was suddenly shrouded in black ice chips, and even the formation runes were sealed. The scene of the Immortal Pot Sect derived from the formation could no longer hold up, and turned into frozen pieces. The runes fell.

Ice cracks spread out and began to tear apart the formations.

"Pretend to be a god damn ghost!"

At this time, a cold voice sounded.

"I'm leaving the dignified Immortal Palace elders alone, what the hell are you pretending to be!"

Then, a big slap emerged from the void, shattering the ice shards all over the sky, and landed on Luo Jian Nu's head.

The woman muttered words, and a black sword energy emerged from her head, trying to crush the falling palm.

But before the sword energy could rise, another slap came down.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Three big slaps came down in succession.

The first slap fell on the sword energy, and then the two slaps were shot left and right, causing the flesh of the female cultivator's face to fly out, and a mouthful of blood and teeth spilled out.

At the same time, the female cultivator felt a chill behind her, and a figure appeared quietly.

Wearing a cyan spiritual wood pattern robe and a purple carved jade crown, which looked like a green eggplant, he raised a curved wooden staff from his wrist and slashed at the female cultivator's neck like a ghost.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, energy burst out and tore apart the formation twice more.

The next moment, the female cultivator's body swayed, and fine cracks appeared on her body, and wisps of black air made a sizzling sound, swallowing up the vitality in large mouthfuls.

"The Sword of the Dead!"

The female cultivator was full of murderous intent. Although she was severely injured, her swordsmanship was even better.

In an instant, it penetrated towards the green-robed figure, and collided with the magic power exerted by the green-robed figure, and the energy from both sides continued to make sizzling sounds.

After a moment, the runes in the formation surged and turned into a series of thunder falling down.

"mean!"

Seeing this, the female cultivator hurriedly dodged.

The unsupported Sword of the Dead was directly shattered into nothingness. The moment the female cultivator dodged, the green-robed figure appeared behind her again like a ghost and grabbed an arm.

"Bah!"

As the blood spattered, the slender arm rose into the air, crashed into the sky full of formation runes and disappeared.

The female cultivator screamed and staggered into the distance. Looking at the green-robed figure, murderous intent flashed in her eyes.

This damn formation kept suppressing her, causing her to repeatedly feel defeated in front of the green-robed monks.

"It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. If you are trapped again, you will be killed by this person."

Zhenfajia is in an invincible position, so he can knead her as much as he wants.

The black energy mana surged and regenerated the torn off arm. The female cultivator squeezed her hands together and formed a three-foot black magic sword out of thin air.

"cut!"

Seeing this, Shen Lian, who transformed into a monk in green robes, hurriedly dodged when the black sword fell. The small sword was as sharp as a sky blade, and it tore open several layers of the formation at once, revealing the night sky outside.

Seeing this, the female cultivator rolled up a ball of black energy and ran away.

"Where to go!"

Shen Lian let out a sharp shout and quickly chased after him.

Before leaving, the runes in the formation were derived, and the arm that had just been torn off released an extremely terrifying rotting aura, falling towards the edge of the Immortal Pot Sect.

The slender arm fell downwards, and in an instant the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked. The rolling rotten gas turned into a long river and swept in all directions. Wherever it passed, everything was corroded into shape.

Such movement naturally caused panic among the disciples of the Immortal Pot Sect.

The three leading Hedao monks were so frightened that they flew into the air and were pushed back by a severed arm.

At this moment, the ancestor of Xianhu looked into the broken void, and his expression suddenly changed.

"It was the Immortal Palace seniors who acted out of righteousness."

…

Under the cover of night, Luo Jiannu ripped open the void and escaped, with Shen Lian chasing after her.

But after chasing him, he was like a headless fly, losing the direction of the chase, and reluctantly returned back.

…

A sea of ​​void stars.

In a dark void, this area is covered with black mist, which is extremely sticky, and there are also many weird black-armored fanged insects living there.

A round Space Dao Fruit blends with the space here, and it seems that the void has not changed at all.

Shen Lian just leaned in the space and looked at the figure deep in the mist quietly.

There is only one monk from the Corpse Slough World, so the bait he spent so much effort on would be in vain.

At the very least, three or four are needed to make up for it.

Deep in the mist, the tiger-like girl who had been beaten by him and fled in embarrassment was recovering from her injuries.

Inside the cave.

The sword-falling girl took out a pill that smelled fishy and stuffed it into her mouth. After the pill entered her body, a dense layer of dark patterns like spider webs appeared in her body, covering her released magic power and blocking the outside world from snooping.

Shen Lian watched the girl heal her wounds quietly.

I don’t know if she will call her friends after the healing.

If I tell the Mahayana ancestor about this little thing, it would be a bit ignorant of etiquette.

Just treat a few fellow Taoists of the same level.

Shen Lian prayed outside with his eyes wide open. The cultivation and healing of the cultivators in the Corpse World is similar to that of the Immortal World. There doesn’t seem to be much difference.

The exception is that the cultivators in the Corpse World have a method to conceal their breath.

I don’t know how long it will take for this cultivator to heal. If it takes dozens or hundreds of years, Shen Lian can wait.

He quietly hid behind the space and practiced with peace of mind.

…

Thirty years later.

Shen Lian, who was practicing, suddenly woke up. The void of hundreds of millions of miles around him was within his perception.

At this moment, there was a stream of light that pressed down the space and was heading towards the black fog area where he was.

Soon, a black-robed figure appeared outside the black fog. He first looked around and then went in.

"Another one."

Looking at the figure entering the black fog, Shen Lian rubbed his hands happily.

In fact, the best way is to directly cover this place with a formation, but he was afraid that if he surrounded the place and attacked the reinforcements, the Mahayana monks from the Corpse Exfoliation Realm would come.

It is not easy for the Mahayana seniors to practice, so don't bother them easily.

"Sword girl, are you injured?"

In the cave in the black fog, after the black-robed figure entered, he looked at the healing female cultivator with a hint of surprise. Before he came, the sword girl did not tell him about his injury.

"Didn't you go to hunt the newly born Hedao monks of Xianhu Sect?"

"As far as I know, Xianhu Sect seems to be just a small Hedao holy place. What happened?"

The sword girl opened her eyes and exhaled a fishy breath.

"I was ambushed. The monks of Lingmu Fairy Palace set up a formation for me to enter. I almost died there."

The sword girl sighed faintly, "It seems that we have been hunting the Jiujiu Tianjie monks of the fairy world these days, which has aroused their vigilance."

"What if they are vigilant? Can they stay in the sect for the rest of their lives?"

The black-robed figure didn't care. It was true that there were many monks in the fairy world, but they could come from the corpse world, and the lowest one was at the Yujing level.

Although there were not many in number, they were all capable.

"What should we do next? Lord Jiaxuan's order cannot be disobeyed."

Jiaxuan was their leader and could directly meet the True Immortal Ancestor.

Hunting the talented monks in the fairy world was also an order issued by the True Immortal Ancestor, and they could not disobey it.

After listening to the sword girl's description, the black-robed monk asked, "There are not many formation masters of Yujing level in Lingmu Fairy Palace this time. Which one did you encounter?"

"I don't know. This cultivator is wearing a green robe and purple crown, like an unripe eggplant."

The black-robed monk didn't delve into it. It's normal for a super power to hide a few monks.

"It's a pity that we are insignificant, otherwise we can ask Lord Jiaxuan and our seniors in Lingmu Fairy Palace."

The sword girl pondered, "You are right just now. Lord Jiaxuan's order cannot be violated, so I asked you to help me complete this hunting mission."

"Formation masters are not easy to deal with." Looking at the sword girl's embarrassed appearance and the floating aura on her body, the black-robed monk understood how difficult the sword girl's trip was.

"Brother Heifu, help me this time, and I will definitely be rewarded in the future."

The sword girl touched her lower abdomen, and a round bead like a demon pill flew out.

Hei Fu took a look but didn't take the spiritual object.

"Sword Girl, why should we be so distant with each other? Since we came to the fairy world, we have no way out. Whether we can go back alive depends on fate. If we can't work together, the chance of going back will be even slimmer."

Hei Fu hummed softly, "What I mean is, since the Xian Hu Sect has made preparations, and the newly promoted He Dao monk must die, then we either don't move, or we must kill him with one strike, otherwise it will be difficult to find a third chance."

"Indeed."

Sword Girl nodded.

At this time, Hei Fu grabbed the bead just now in his hand, "This Xuanming Ghost Bead just came in handy, let Putu She help."

"Join the strength of the three of us, contain the formation, and then kill the man."

"Of course, if you are still not at ease, if there are other high-level spiritual objects, then summon another one of the same level."

After Hei Fu finished speaking, he stopped talking. People of the same clan may not be familiar with each other, so if you want others to take action, you naturally have to show benefits.

The formation master is said to be able to fight against several people of the same level. Even if no other helpers are sought, the task can be almost completed with three people.

…

"Good Taoist friend, you are a good cultivator who is anxious for others, thinks about others, and is eager to serve the public."

In the void outside the cave, Shen Lian was tightly attached to the space, feeling the slight vibration transmitted by the space, and heard most of the communication in the cave.

He said, how can there be no good cultivators in the magnificent fairy world.

As the ancestors of Yujing, they are all people with face. If they suffer a loss, they will seek revenge. Going to the Mahayana ancestors to complain about not completing the task is what children do.

This kind-hearted woman in the corpse-sloughing world is great. She doesn't complain when she encounters setbacks, but is proactive and calls on friends to find solutions. Great praise.

Shen Lian was very pleased.

In this way, there is hope for the seventh transformation of the Chaos Rule.

But it's not all good. Mi Xuzi, who is hidden in the cracks of heaven and earth, is once again affected by the blood resonance.

After decades of covering up with the mysteries of chaos, there was another flaw, but Shen Lian had anticipated it before and quickly stabilized the aura of Mi Xuzi again.

"Damn, he's still a Mahayana cultivator, but he's clearly a scabby dog."

After decades of covering up, Shen Lian thought that if the cultivator looking for him couldn't find him, he would change places. Unexpectedly, this senior Luo Yuan was so persistent and was still looking for Mi Xuzi's traces.

This kind of persistence made him more suspicious.

If things continued like this, he would be caught by him sooner or later.