Chapter 570 Some Fishermen Come Back Empty-Handed, While Others Come Back Empty-Handed. I Won’t Tell You Who They Are!

Immortal Pot Sect.

Lin Tianha sat cross-legged in front of the fairy pot, with illusory regular strings growing out of his head, and a colorful mark on it looming.

Seeing Lin Tianha's brows furrowing, Xian Hu also released his spiritual thoughts to sense, hoping to find this coveted person as soon as possible.

Since the death of so many Hedao monks last time, which caused a reshuffle of the rules and imprints, there has never been a large-scale imprint turmoil.

At present, someone is spying on Lin Tianha's five-element water mark, which also shows that there is turmoil among the Hedao sects in the fairy world.

It seems that it is still useful to constantly stimulate Lingmu Immortal Palace and Kunpeng Palace. Even if there is not much movement in the fairy world on the surface, there are still people starting to make small moves secretly.

Shen Lian was not afraid of these people moving around, but he was afraid that each of these people would be calm and calm, like million-year-old foxes.

The monk who dared to peek at Lin Tianha's mark would not be too strong.

Although the Immortal Pot appears to be in the 12th floor realm, its true combat power far exceeds its own realm.

The person behind the scenes chose Lin Tianha to rob him instead of attacking him, which was obviously a weak point.

Since the strength is not strong, it is equivalent to copying.

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Southern Region, Qingshan Lake.

The vast lake stretches as far as the eye can see, like green jade inlaid on the earth.

On the surface of the water, there are sparkling waves, and occasionally you can see aquatic monks swimming under the deep water.

In the center of the lake, an island rises and falls with the waves, surrounded by coral reefs of various brilliant colors, and you can see densely packed coral polyps squirming.

There is lush vegetation above the island, and there is also a gathering of spiritual springs.

The part of the island submerged in the water is as crystal clear as white jade stone bones, hollowed out and carved, forming a patchwork of intertwined caves.

The creatures that come and go in the cave include the sea tribe and various aquatic monster tribes.

Deep in the cave, the dark spiritual water formed a dragon, surrounding an aquatic monk who looked like a prawn.

Bubbles were constantly spitting out from this cultivator's body, and the mysterious water rhythm produced countless currents, stirring the surrounding water.

Next to the prawn-like monk, there is a sea monk with colorful scales. His whole body is glowing with silver light, and a blue spiritual vein flashes from the back of his head.

"how's it going?"

A ripple of water came and turned into a black snake with four extremely small and disproportionately small claws.

"The old shrimp is still fighting for it."

After taking a look at the visitor, the Colorful Sea Clan replied.

Qingshan Lake is an area where multiple races gather, and the leaders are these three ancestors.

Among them, the Colorful Sea Clan is the strongest, having reached the level of the third level and the twelfth floor, while the Little Clawed Black Snake is the weakest, an old snake with a single small rule.

In the middle is Lao Xiami who is fighting for the mark.

"It seems quite troublesome."

The black-clawed snake looked at Lao Xiami, whose colors were changing, with a flash of envy in his dark eyes.

It is a small rules-based game, and the game of competing for rules imprints was not its cup of tea from the beginning.

But it can't fight, but it has no envy and wants to fight.

"It's not a big problem."

The Colorful Sea Clan said calmly, "The strongest monk of the Immortal Pot Sect we robbed this time has only just advanced to the twelfth floor level. He robbed him right away. Even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to attack."

The Immortal Pot Sect was their carefully selected target. It was just right, not very strong, and they had just obtained the rules mark not long ago.

Nowadays, there are undercurrents from various forces in the fairy world, and many Hedao Holy Lands with grievances have long been unable to suppress them and have started to crack down privately.

As for the monks who snatch the mark of the rules, there are more.

The black-clawed snake has no words. It has the worst strength in the lake and has the lowest say in the past.

Staring at Old Xiami, his mind began to wander with thoughts.

"If the great rules are in harmony with the Tao, I can also achieve it.

As the only small regular monk in the lake, it is naturally unwilling to give in.

"When Lao Xia grabs the rules mark, our Qingshan Lake's prestige will be even greater than before.

Old Snake, my road is cut off, but with two fellow Taoists in front of me, Old Snake, I can enjoy myself in peace. It won’t be long before Old Snake, I can hold another concubine selection meeting. "

The colorful sea tribe glanced at the black-clawed snake, smiled and said nothing.

This is what the Little Rule Hedao monks pursue.

This old snake indeed contains a trace of dragon blood in his body, and he really has no taboo on meat and vegetables of all bloodlines.

Since advancing to Hedao, the number of concubines has exceeded 10,000, and the number of children has been countless.

More than half of the creatures in Qingshan Lake have the blood of this old silver snake.

This old guy clamored that if he couldn't become a Great Ruler, he should cultivate a Great Ruler from the younger generation.

"hey-hey."

Black Claw Snake didn't care about the colors of the colorful sea clan.

How to give birth to a bloodline without taking concubines, and how to select good seedlings without giving birth to a bloodline.

How can it continue to progress without good bloodline seedlings?

"Buzz!"

At this time, Lao Xiami, who was surrounded by the tide, became turbulent. The mysterious rhythm was released from the top of his head and suddenly hit the regular strings.

"No, the monks from the Immortal Pot Sect are following us."

The Colorful Sea Tribe narrowed his eyes, "You still want to come to us?"

"That's not asking for death." Black Claw Snake added.

"We still have to give him some face." Colorful Sea Tribe gave Black Claw Snake a white look.

"After all, this Immortal Pot Sect gave birth to a Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation monk not long ago. Although he entered the Lingmu Immortal Palace, he was trained by the Immortal Pot Sect after all, and this incestuous love cannot be broken."

The Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation cultivator is naturally a deterrent, but for the Colorful Sea Clan, it is not a cultivator without a backer.

The Huanghuang Sea Clan is one of the top ten ethnic groups in the fairy world.

The main reason why he doesn't hang out within the Hai Clan is that he wants to come to Qingshan Lake and become a powerful hermit.

In addition, there is a beautiful world in this Qingshan Lake. It is said that there is a water eye, but the water eye closed a long time ago. If you want to open it, you must locate it accurately.

If this water eye can be found, then there is hope for the fruit of condensing water in the future.

The colorful monk sneered. The monks of the Immortal Pot Sect still dared to come to the door. It seemed that it was because a Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation monk was born.

When the time comes, it's better to be polite first and then fight.

If you politely hand over the mark, that's it. If you don't give face, then beat the person, leave him alive and coax him back. Who dares to say that this is unkind?

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At the same time, inside the Xianhu Sect.

"Ancestor, do you really want to knock on the door?"

Lin Tianha was a little uneasy. The monks who dared to peek at its rule marks knew that it was not that simple.

It was designated that the foundation of their Immortal Pot Sect had been clarified.

People dare to mess with us, but we still come to their door. Isn’t this just a gift?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and lead the way."

Immortal Pot carried Lin Tianha and flew out.

In his opinion, the monks who dare to take advantage of the Immortal Pot Sect are not big monks at all.

Of course, precautions should also be taken.

"Tianha, you are in front, I will hold the line for you."

After leaving the Xianhu Sect, the ancestor of Xianhu brought Lin Tianha, the leader, in front of him.

"Ancestor, you can't cheat me like this."

Lin Tianha shouted when he saw that he was pushed in front.

"Go forward boldly, you are the leader of a sect after all."

Xian Hu went up and kicked you, "You coward, don't force me to slap you, ancestor."

"Don't worry, Qingjun's girl is a monk who has survived ninety-nine heavenly tribulations. Who wouldn't know it if you look at the Southern Territory.

With Qingjun's face, I will at most give you a good beating when the time comes, and your life will not be a big problem. "

With these words, Lin Tianha calmed down slightly.

Standing in mid-air, looking back at the empty void behind him, he used his blood pupil technique to observe again, and found that the ancestor who had just kicked him had already run back a hundred thousand miles.

"Don't look at it. If it's too late, you won't be able to catch the tracking mark."

The sound of the immortal pot rang in his ears, and Lin Tianha quickly fled into the distance.

…

"That's it?"

Outside Qingshan Lake.

"Hey, I'm really lucky. I actually copied it, my ancestor."

Looking at the blue waves of the lake, Xian Hu showed a smile in his eyes.

He thought it was the Thirty-seventh Demon Sect who was peeking at the mark, but he didn't expect to gain something else. He was really lucky.

The overall strength of Qingshan Lake is much stronger than that of the Immortal Pot Sect. Of course, that was in the past, otherwise they would not dare to peek at the rules and imprints of the Immortal Pot Sect.

Then, Shen Nian crashed into the water and caught two Void Refining Demons, and compared the memories he grabbed with the memories he knew.

There are three seventh-level ancestors in Qingshan Lake, and the only one who can spy on the rules is an old shrimp.

"The Sea Clan, the Shrimp Clan, the Monster Clan, and the small lake are divided into three separate clans."

In Qingshan Lake, the shrimp ancestors are under the command of fish, shrimps, crabs and other aquatic tribes, the snake ancestors are under the command of various aquatic monsters, and the sea ancestor is under the sea tribe.

Among them, Snake Ancestor is the weakest, just a small regular Hedao, but this guy is very fertile, has over 10,000 concubines, and countless blood descendants, including several who have returned to their ancestors.

At this moment, Xian Hu suddenly thought about the atavistic descendants of Snake Ancestor.

It really comes to whatever you want.

I originally wanted to create a clone of the demon clan and survive the ninety-nine tribulations, but this really happened.

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"It's a dead thing."

At this time, Xian Ke suddenly yelled.

Why did Lin Tianha, this useless thing, wilt when he encountered a twelfth-floor monk?

In Qingshan Island, three figures stood in the sky. Lin Tianha was like an angry little daughter-in-law, whose momentum was suppressed.

"Ancestor, what kind of trick are you using?"

Feeling the oppressive and forbidden void, Lin Tianha secretly complained. He promised that the ancestor would follow him later, but why he hasn't come yet? Isn't this a trick to him?

What do you think this is, delivering food to your door in such a rage?

"Sect Master Lin, what do you mean by coming here?"

The Colorful Sea Clan monk named Qingshan Daozun looked at Lin Tianha with a half-smile.

"What do you mean your mother's head!"

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the void.

"Old Ancestor, if I don't show off my power, I really think that my Immortal Pot Sect is just a wine pot."

Qingshan Taoist Master's expression changed, but before his spiritual thoughts could sweep away, he saw a group of colorful wine bottles with silver light falling down in the distance.

Qingshan had no time to resist and fell directly into the surging water. The surging energy rushed away the monks present.

"Didn't I give you face?"

The huge silver wine jug fell hard, and with a 'bang' it shattered the light shield formed by the torrential water.

Taoist Master Qingshan fell onto the stone bed deep in the water and was deeply embedded. Colorful spatial fluctuations flashed all over his body, and he could only feel his head buzzing.

"Is this the rule mark that you peeked into the ancestor's house?"

"It's your fault if a little shrimp shows up if you don't hide it well."

"The shrimp thread is picked for you."

The screams sounded again, and a big shrimp that was bent into a bow shape twitched in the air. Along the position of the skull armor, a blue shrimp thread like tendons was pulled out.

"Pop!"

The pulled shrimp thread was thrown in the air, making a crisp sound.

Until this moment, Lin Tianha was awakened, staring with big eyes, opening and closing his mouth to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

Is this still his ancestor?

Punching the sea tribe and pulling the shrimp thread with his hands.

The whole irritable old man, how can he still look like a fairy in white clothes.

"And you, little reptile, who told you to step out with your left leg just now? I, the ancestor, don't like snakes that step out with their left legs first."

A whistling sound sounded in the void, and a dark long snake was bound by invisible energy and began to tie knots quickly, finally forming a dead knot, with its mouth biting its tail and making a crackling sound.

"Little clam, do you think we should let them die or live?"

In the air, the immortal pot gradually manifested itself, with a smile on its face, and spoke very kindly.

"Gurgle."

Lin Tianha swallowed his saliva, this was too fast, and he got his place back in the blink of an eye.

"Old Ancestor, this..."

It still hadn't figured it out.

"Okay, for your sake, I'll spare three lives."

Hearing the immortal pot speak again, Lin Tianha finally reacted, the old ancestor was really a smart ghost, knowing how to use it to get out of trouble.

If these three guys are really killed, it will be bad to attract the sea clan behind them.

In addition, everyone is under the command of the Lingmu Immortal Palace. If the old ancestor really kills three at once, the Lingmu Immortal Palace may also take care of it.

In the air, the immortal pot's eyes wandered. As early as when he learned about the offspring cultivated by the black claw snake, he had an idea.

What a good piece of water wave spirit lake, after taking over, it will be his own power, how can he kill his own leeks?

This is not good, I will slowly control it when the time comes.

If he wants to become famous, he will become famous after doing this. If he really kills all three people, it will be too much of a show.

He is not suitable for the show. He still likes to quietly replace others and hide in the dark.

At this moment, regardless of the three who were just beaten, Xianhu swaggered into the largest cave in Qingshan Island.

Not long after, Qingshan, who had lifted himself up from the stone bed at the bottom of the lake, the old shrimp with shrimp threads twitching all over his body, and the black claw snake that had knotted itself into a dead knot, entered the cave.

They are all Hedao cultivators, so there is no need to say more about their resistance to beatings. Besides, the ancestor of Xianhu is kind and did not kill them.

He Xianhu Sect came here to seek justice. If he was too heavy, it would show that he was not kind.

As a dignified holy place, it should be magnanimous.

Xianhu sat on the jade bed made of seventh-level crystal in the cave, and was more relaxed than at home.

At this moment, the three guys were as obedient as young wives, curled up in front of them, twitching all over.

"Don't you want the rule mark of my Xianhu Sect? Come on, I've brought it to you. Do you want to skin you or take your soul? Go ahead."

Xianhu pointed at Lin Tianhe.

Daoyou Qingshan had a gloomy face. Not only was he slapped in the face, but he also hadn't reacted yet.

"Buzz!"

"Gan, that's what the ancestor said. Do you really want to skin the leader of my Xianhu Sect?"

The next moment, Daozun Qingshan's expression changed and he hadn't reacted yet. He felt a flash in front of his eyes, and countless spaces collapsed in front of him.

"I gave you face, but you still don't cover it. The ancestor is very unhappy."

The figure of Xianhu disappeared, taking Daozun Qingshan with him into the broken void.

When he appeared again, this cultivator had fallen into the cave like a fish that was about to die, twitching constantly, and the blue blood gathered into a pool.

The old snake and the old shrimp were terrified by this scene, and their bodies twitched even more violently.

Xian Hu smiled and returned to the jade bed to sit.

This strongest sea clan cultivator was at the third level of the twelfth floor. His strength was not worth mentioning to him, but it was still very intimidating to Lin Tianhe.

Next, if he wanted to occupy the magpie's nest, it would still be a challenge for the newly born clone.

So, he lowered the difficulty.

He gave this sea clan Taoist friend a heavy blow, from the soul to the flesh and blood, a hearty and dripping big critical hit.

Just cultivate well, it's a dream to want to recover without ten thousand years.

In ten thousand years, the clone would have already taken over this place, and then it would be legitimate to annex this place. This is an internal struggle, and no one outside can say anything.

Eating meat quietly is not better than him killing three guys directly now.

Then, Xian Hu looked at the snake ancestor again.

According to the information collected, this guy has completely let himself go since he advanced to the minor rule of the combined Dao monk. He worked hard to hold the concubine selection ceremony and diligently gave birth to bloodlines, all in order to cultivate a bloodline that transcends himself.

Whether he can't fly high, he has a knot in his heart and must cultivate a high-flying offspring, or cultivate a offspring who can take over his body, outsiders don't know.

Over the years, the black claw snake's external performance is the former, cultivating his offspring with all his strength, and showing sincere expectations every time.

Whether he really expects his offspring's bloodline to soar to the sky, or for himself to go further, Xianhu is ready to help the black claw snake and let it take the second path and become a bad ancestor.

If Black Claw Snake wasn't bad, how could he pretend to be a good guy?

The division of labor in cultivating immortals is different. If a snake is bad, someone needs to be good.

Seeing the Immortal Pot looking at him, Black Claw Snake's heart felt cold.

Then, his eyes blurred, and his body crashed into a fragmented space. When he reappeared, the scales all over his body were like protruding barbs, clattering down.

"Old Ancestor, I treat everyone equally. Everyone else has been hit twice. If you only get hit once, wouldn't you be discriminated against?"

Old Xiami was about to cry but had no tears. His bowed body exploded, and the slender long legs under his abdomen exploded like popcorn, and sparks appeared all over the shrimp's body.

The three Qingshan Lake ancestors in the cave were all hit hard twice.

"Isn't it fair to me, Mr. Xian Hu?"

"Fair... fair..."

"That's right. My ancestor has always been fair and fair in doing things. Seeing that you are so well-behaved, my ancestor is kind-hearted and will spare your lives."

With that said, Xian Hu stood up and greeted Lin Tianha.

"Sect Master, let's go. It looks like they can't control our food anymore."

"By the way, Sect Master, you are scared that the rule mark is coveted. Do you want your three fellow Taoists to give you some mental compensation?"

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"Ancestor."

Holding the compensation in his hand, Lin Tianha followed Xian Hu out of the cave in a daze.

"Just keep it." The immortal pot disappeared in a flash.

"Be smarter next time. If you are so polite, how can the ancestor stand up for you?"

"They are coveting you. We have reason to worry."

Lin Tianha looked at the spiritual object in his hand in confusion.

After the ancestor advanced to the twelfth floor, he seemed to have a second spring. It seems that strength is indeed a good medicine for the spirit. "

…

Inflicting serious injuries on all three Qingshan Lake Hedaos naturally makes sense for the Immortal Pot.

Unless these guys were seriously injured, there would be no chance for him to take advantage of them.

Especially for the Snake Ancestor, the power of space blasted into the snake's body will continue to tear apart its flesh and blood. Unless a monk of rank seven or above comes to help, the power of space can be removed bit by bit.

The other way is to throw away the snake body.

Comparing these two methods, for the Black Claw Snake Ancestor, it is more realistic to abandon the snake body. If he can find a seventh-turn and twelfth-floor monk, he will not fall into a single small rule. .

Since the physical body has been abandoned, it is normal to seize the body or refine the Tao embryo or something.

Otherwise, wouldn’t it be such a waste to cultivate so many descendants of blood and even return to their ancestral bloodline?

Not long after returning to the sect, Xian Hu left the sect on the pretext of seeking spiritual elixirs. After wandering around the southern region for a while, he quietly returned to Qingshan Lake.

Although the three guys in Qingshan Lake were severely injured by him, the more detailed work would still require his personal guidance on the front line.

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"I really saw you right."

A few years after the battle at Qingshan Lake, Xian Hu had already entered the depths of a formation snake cave deep inside the lake.

In the Snake Cave, inside a dark golden canoe that was pregnant with spiritual light, the light golden mist that rose up turned into a golden, slightly bloated little dragon.

In the canoe, in the gurgling golden melt, a small dragon more than ten feet in size was swimming.

This little dragon's body kept flickering with double shadows, giving birth to soul shadows of different colors, bloated or slender.

One rune after another manifested in the canoe, constantly forcing these different souls to merge.

During this process, the soul released resistance and resentment, but it was tightly sealed in the canoe and could not escape.

In the corner of the Snake Cave, the Immortal Pot lurked quietly. The formation here was okay to stop the sea tribe, but it was nothing to him.

As he expected, Snake Ancestor, who followed the rules and regulations, also wanted to make progress.

In the small canoe, I don’t know how much ancestral dragon blood has gathered, and I don’t know how many descendants this guy has sacrificed.

All of this saves him the trouble of spending a lot of effort to build it. He can just sit here and wait for the opportunity to come.

Shen Lian's favorite thing about collecting clones is the ones that are willing to do so.

The worse the Snake Ancestor's methods, the higher his success rate.

I didn’t expect that Wei Wei would achieve such a big harvest this time.

Fishermen never empty their baskets.

…

"Is there any movement at Hesong?"

"Reporting to my ancestor, not yet. Elder Hesong is still in the cave and has not come out. The monks in the palace are also forbidden to visit him."

"knew."

Lin Xia frowned. Thousands of years had passed since Hesongxia Juntian territory, but there was no movement at all.

This so-called Butian Sect has even raised its banner, so how could it allow the reincarnated true soul to be sacrificed and refined into a Taoist fetus?

Another hundred years passed.

"Is there any movement?"

"Back to ancestors, not yet."

…

"Is there any movement?"

"No."

…

"have……"

"without."

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In the rift between heaven and earth.

On this day, Shen Lian woke up from practice as usual, and his spiritual thoughts spread outward.

The Upside Down Realm disappeared.

Instead, there is a chaotic and fragmented space realm. The fine space is extremely sharp, covering the upper and lower places. Any spiritual thought that enters it will be shattered by the sharp edge of the space.

After leaving the cave and standing on the edge of the chaotic space, Shen Lian tried to sense it and found that this new broken realm was no less dangerous than the previous upside down realm.

He still couldn't get through it.

This broken place is really weird.

After turning around in a depressed mood, Shen Lian looked at his half-broken left arm, which looked like a slice, and his figure suddenly retreated.

As the mana surged, the broken arm grew back.

As for the fallen part, it was directly stirred into nothingness in the dark void.

"I am on par with the ancestor of Yujing, and I don't even give Yujing face."

Looking at the dim void from afar, Shen Lian hid himself helplessly.

After waiting for so many years, he didn't care about waiting for a few more years, and continued to hide and practice.

"Qingshan Lake, black claw snake, dragon bloodline."

After rearranging the cave, Shen Lian began to summarize the news conveyed by the clone.

"Better than the foundation of Qingjun's little demon snake."

At this moment, Shen Lian didn't know that he was really thinking about him. He used the Mahayana cultivator as bait and also released another surveillance cultivator.

In addition to practicing, his mind was on the clone fairy pot.

The clone embryo found by the Immortal Pot is quite good. The little dragon imprisoned by the Black Claw Snake Ancestor has extremely powerful blood. Even if it is released now, it still has the potential to advance to the Hedao stage.

After controlling the Immortal Pot for inspection, it was found that this little dragon was created based on a mutant demon snake, and the Black Claw Snake Ancestor is still constantly integrating new dragon blood.

The old snake was deliberately hit by the Immortal Pot, and its body was broken into pieces. As a result, the old snake has been visiting the little dragon in the canoe recently. It seems that it will take action soon.

The little dragon was trapped in the canoe, and his soul was quite chaotic. It was obvious that he had accumulated a certain amount of resentment and was waiting for him to seek justice.

Everything was going as expected. When the little dragon was turned into a clone, whether to swallow up the other Hedao in Qingshan Lake or take it for his own use, it would depend on the situation at that time.

"One clone is still too few."

Shen Lian sighed a little. He wanted to ensure quality and speed. There was nothing a real immortal could do about this good thing.

It is not an exception that the cultivators in Qingshan Lake spy on the mark of the Immortal Pot Sect. Combined with the news transmitted by the Immortal Pot, there are probably undercurrents in Haotian.

If we can seize this opportunity to insert the clone into some of the Hedao Sects, it would be wonderful to think about it.

"Don't be anxious. It's better to have nothing than to have something bad. I have plenty of time. At most, I can practice for 200,000 or 300,000 years. I have time to wait."

200,000 or 300,000 years may be a lifetime for a cultivator of the Hedao of small rules, but for a cultivator who has survived the nine-nine heavenly tribulations of the Hedao Heavenly Tribulation, this time is almost enough to advance to Yujing, or even the Mahayana period.

So, as long as the clone is done well, the longer the time, the more wings Shen Lian will have.

Casting a wide net in the major Hedao holy places, even if the super forces in the fairy world summon their cultivators to fight to the point of collapse, he will have the opportunity to keep a group of clones and become the mainstay of the major Hedao holy places.

Not to mention that all the Hedao sects have their own people, as long as there are people in the major super forces, it is enough.

By then, it will be easy to comprehend the rules of the strings.

"Hide for a long time and create many clones."

In the cave, Shen Lian thought silently.

Fortunately, he is good at finding a place to hibernate. If another cultivator came, he would definitely be suffocated.

Creating clones can not only break the whole into parts and integrate into the major Hedao forces in the fairy world, but also use the identity obtained to comprehend the power of rules to enrich the mystery of the chaos rules.

During the long years, he can also calm down and practice, and improve all his skills.

The only thing missing for long-term hiding and practicing is the auxiliary resources for comprehending the chaos rules, which Shen Lian only got from the cultivators in the corpse world.

"At present, the fairy world is undercurrent, and I am in the dark. Next, don't do anything that will bring bad luck to the super forces. Choose a clone quietly and join the two super forces alliance to wave the flag."

"In the eyes of the corpse world, I have been killed by the half-immortal, so as long as I don't touch the strings of the rules on a large scale and cause shocks in the fairy world, there should be no problem."

"In the current situation, there is no problem hiding in the cracks of heaven and earth for thousands or tens of thousands of years. Just watch the performances of the seniors in the fairy world quietly."

"Continue to practice."

After calming down, Shen Lian entered the practice again.

He was in a hurry, just practice well when he had a stable time.

[Calm down, perception points +2]

[Calm down, perception points +4]

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[Calm down, perception points +3]

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Spirit Wood Fairy Palace.

Lin Xia came from outside and asked casually when he entered the hall.

"Is there any movement in Hesong?"

Not long after, a response came from the hall.

"Reporting to the ancestor, no."

"How long has Hesong been in Juntian?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, 4,737 years."

Hearing this, Lin Xia frowned slightly.

It's been almost five thousand years and there is still no movement. Could it be that no one really cares about the reincarnation of a true spirit in a world?

The bait has been put for almost five thousand years and there is still no movement. Is there any need to continue?

Or force Hesong to leave the cave and travel between Juntian and Haotian realms.

But doing so is too obvious.

However, Lin Xia thought again that he himself sent Hesong directly to Juntian realm, which was also a very obvious move.

"Did I go wrong with this move?"

Lin Xia walked around the hall, still feeling that he was on the right track. Whether it was ascending to the upper reaches of the world or breaking through the star sea ban, this was not something that a cautious person could do.

Which timid person can do such a big thing?

If the forces behind the scenes really exist, according to the previous habit of doing things, even if they know it is a bait, they should be teased at least some way.

Why is there no movement at all now? Why did he become so cautious when he was so arrogant before?

"Anyway, let's give it one last try."

After thinking about it, Lin Xia felt that he still couldn't give up halfway.

"How's Elder Hesong's Dao Body Sacrifice going?"

"Reporting back to the ancestor, he is still making sacrifices."

"Okay, I understand."

After a while, Lin Xia took out a jade communication talisman, and when it lit up, he appeared in the light and shadow like a crane.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, how long will I be detained for?"

Even though Lin Xia was powerful, Hesong was still very uncomfortable after being trapped in the cave for a long time.

"Fellow Taoist Hesong, if you can cooperate with me, I will transfer you back to the Haotian realm."

After the two whispered for a long time, Hesong finally agreed.

More than half a year later.

Up to Juntian, Qianqiu Mountain.

On this day, the elders and immortal envoys of Lingmu Branch Palace were busy. Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains shook, and cheerful laughter rang out from the best cave deep in the mountains.

"It's Ancestor Hesong!"

The Lingmu Immortal envoys and elders who come and go naturally know who is in the cave.

"Hahaha... the Tao fetus I refined through sacrifice is now complete!"

Billions of spiritual prisons were stretched out in the cave, and the cranes and pine beards were dancing wildly. They looked exhausted, but a pair of eyes bloomed with a burning halo.

The laughter rumbled, and the scene was seen by many monks coming and going.

"Xiao Zhuozi, ancestor, I am returning to Haotian!"

Then, Hesong summoned a spiritual tree, sat cross-legged on it and broke through the void to ride on the wind.

The spirit tree rode the wind and waves, rushed from Juntian into the broken star sea, arrived at Haotian, and continued to cut through the sky.

The vast starry sky and the empty sea of ​​stars all left a scene like a shooting star.

Go to Haotian.

In the sea of ​​clouds and foggy forest, Hesong rode the spirit trees in the air and sank into the vast continent of spirit trees.

A figure emerged from the mist, and its whole body was covered with a five-element formation, releasing a vast coercion.

"Fellow Daoist Lin Xia, it's been a smooth journey without any troubles. The ancient formations I keep open at all times are not even used. You have to make up for the spiritual crystals I consume."

The figure seemed to be speaking to the mist, and the shadow of the forest box was revealed in a flash of light, and his brows were furrowed into mountains and rivers.

"Could it be that I'm going in the wrong direction?"

…

Cracks in heaven and earth.

"The void has been restored, and I can finally see Lao Mi."

After packing his luggage in the cave, Shen Lian stood on tiptoes, stepped carefully through the dim void, and quickly headed into the distance.

"Hiss... The Dao Fetus Sacrifice was successful. You dare to use the Dao Fetus that is involved in the cause and effect of billions of living beings. I really admire you."