Chapter 360: Clear the Source and Give Justice to the Righteous Alchemist

Yunfu, who was scolded, dared not say a word.

In the tribal alliance, he was a high and mighty ancestor, but he did not dare to show the slightest dissatisfaction in front of the God of Transformation.

The thread of rules appeared in the wilderness, and it was not just his ancestor who could not sit still.

But the God of Transformation had a sense of the sky, and he had noticed something wrong before he came to the wilderness, so he asked him to bring the Nascent Soul cultivators in the tribal alliance to snatch the thread of rules.

Since he came to the wilderness, relying on the power of the Sea Clan Alliance, he has also snatched three threads of rule threads, but they are all of inferior quality.

This time, he finally encountered a thread of one-turn rule, but it was snatched away right under his nose.

After waiting for more than ten breaths, he still did not hear the God of Transformation speak again. Yunfu took out a colorful little fish from his arms and blew a breath into the fish's mouth.

Then, he muttered and added the news to the little fish.

The little fish shook its tail and swam in the air, and suddenly turned into dozens of streams of light, disappearing in all directions.

"This person took away a thread of the first-turn rule. Spread the news. We can't get it, and we don't want to let the person who got it have an easy time."

The little fish quickly passed the news to other sea cultivators in the wilderness.

The first-turn rule thread is a rare fifth-level treasure that even the gods are rare. As long as this person is still in the wilderness, he will definitely attract the attention of other cultivators.

Being able to snatch the rule thread from him and run away calmly naturally shows that this person's combat power is very strong.

However, Yunfu didn't think it was a big deal. Who doesn't have one or two trump cards when they cultivate to their level?

Being able to run may not necessarily be able to fight.

This time he ran fast.

After doing all this, Yunfu's figure disappeared on the spot, and he didn't use any tracking secret method.

It's not that he didn't have a superior tracking method, but in this area covered by the colorful miasma, the power of the tracking technique dropped to less than 30%, which can be said to be almost useless.

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"What a mysterious rule thread. []"

On the other side, Shen Lian, who had just snatched the treasure, had already felt the magic of the rule thread.

Before, he had vaguely controlled a trace of the Yin-Yang rule power, which was actually just the fur of the fur.

But that little bit of rule power made his magic power surpass that of the same level.

Although he comprehended the Yin-Yang rule power, this water-attributed rule power was equally useful to him.

Yin-Yang is derived from the five elements, and the five elements are mutually generated. In other words, his Yin-Yang rule has the power of water, which is not an exaggeration.

Only a strand of water rule thread is far from enough for him.

Before snatching the rule thread, he did not kill the two cultivators from Xuanyou and the sea clan who were chasing him.

In addition, after snatching the thread of rules, he did not get too entangled with them.

The main reason was that he sensed a vague pressure. For Shen Lian, there are cultivators of the same level who can give him pressure in the Nascent Soul Realm, but looking at the entire world of immortal cultivation, there are definitely not many.

It is not an exaggeration to say that such a cultivator has reached the quasi-transformation of the gods, and his combat power may even be comparable to that of ordinary gods.

Compared with the cultivators with such combat power, he felt that there was an old man who did not care about immortal virtue and personally went to the battlefield.

Because he suspected that the Transformation Spirit Venerable had personally gone to the battlefield, he stopped the action of taking everything down.

After he snatched the thread of the first turn of the rules, the suspected Transformation Spirit Venerable did not make a move, which made him a little confused.

Facing the fifth-level treasure that was helpful to his realm, why didn't the Transformation Spirit Venerable make a move?

The reason could only be that these old guys might not dare, or they were afraid.

After all, the situation in the wilderness is unclear now, and it is not the last moment yet, so it is not the time to risk it.

"Om"

Inside the cave of the warehouse.

Shen Lian held the black light-like thread of rules in his hand, and the five elements of magic power on his body intertwined and roamed. A part of the magic power was water-attributed, and it constantly sensed the power of rules.

He didn't know much about the power of rules before, but he had killed several cultivators in the late Yuanying stage and above before, and these guys knew a lot about the thread of rules.

Looking at the thread of rules in front of him, Shen Lian felt that he had to change his previous training plan and put the comprehension of rules into it.

The thread of rules that fell from the sky is hard to come by, and since you have encountered it, you must collect it fiercely.

If you can comprehend the rules to the first level before the transformation of the spirit, then after the promotion to the transformation of the spirit, you will have time to comprehend the second level of the power of rules.

According to the memories of those Taoist friends of the same level, the transformation of the spirit who mastered the second level of the power of rules is a rare existence in the entire cultivation world.

In other words, the level of comprehension of the cultivator who can control the second level of the power of rules in the transformation of the spirit is equivalent to the heavenly spiritual root of the cultivator.

That is to say, he was trapped in the lower realm. Once he ascended to the upper realm, he could use this as a springboard to enter a more powerful immortal sect.

Because of this, Shen Lian's previous plan to pick up leaks behind the scenes had to change due to the changes in the wilderness.

He had thought very well before, but this time the resentment in the wilderness was in line with the order of heaven and earth, and it suddenly became bigger.

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One month later.

Warehouse cave.

Dahei was suspended in the air, and below him was the whole map of its wilderness.

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The strange fragrance that suddenly emerged from the wilderness made the black-horned ants that had stayed in the wilderness quickly become demons one by one.

This was something Shen Lian had not expected before.

But he was cautious and took precautions in advance when releasing the black-horned ants.

That is, the black-horned ants released were small ants born from normal reproduction. Their weak souls did not have any mission.

Every time Dahei appeared, he relied on the power of blood to intercept the memory fragments of the black-horned ants.

In this way, although there may be other cultivators who will use their divine thoughts to sense the black-horned ants and can also intercept things from the black-horned ants' memories, they will not expose his existence.

But the black-horned ants' divine thoughts are as weak as gossamer, and it is not easy for cultivators to intercept them.

Dahei has dedicated his descendants to his master for many years, and it is not a waste of essence. We are playing with blood. Even if someone takes action to intercept the memory, it cannot be as straightforward as Dahei.

During this period of time, the Merit Clone has been flashing in various places in the wilderness, taking back the black-horned ants left in various places and the previously improved photo stones.

These things have kept Dahei busy.

In order to ensure that the secret is not leaked, the captured black-horned ants naturally cannot be put back.

As for the photo stones placed before, the recovery rate has dropped to 40%.

In this regard, Shen Lian was not depressed. It was good enough to recover 40% of the environment in the wilderness.

In addition, after this wilderness incident, he will also leave this place, so these methods will not be of much use.

Above the wilderness topographic map, Dahei kept putting the pictures captured from the black-horned ant's memory to the corresponding positions on the corresponding topographic map.

With the comparison, Shen Lian had a very intuitive understanding of the scene in the wilderness.

I can only say that the thread of rules is really attractive.

They are all here!

The fluctuations of the fight in the black-horned ant's memory exceeded 10,000 times.

This number is of course biased. The black-horned ants are too weak, and a slight fluctuation is a world-shattering in their eyes.

But this is enough to show Shen Lian the current scene in the wilderness.

"Master, these memory jade slips displayed on the map are all selected by me and may be useful to you."

At this moment, Dahei squatted on the head of the four-eyed spirit forbidden marten. This little marten was unlucky. Just when his injury was a little better, he was beaten up by Dahei and his three friends, and became a punching bag.

Densely packed jade slips were inserted everywhere on the undulating map sand table. Each jade slip contained the memory picture of the black horn ant or the picture of the photo stone.

Shen Lian's divine consciousness immediately covered the topographic map that had expanded to a radius of fifty miles, and took in all the contents of the jade slips.

"Well done, you have made a contribution."

After a while, Shen Lian grabbed Dahei who came over and gently patted its shiny black head.

"Devote yourself to the master and don't ask for credit."

Dahei smiled.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two little ones, Erwan and Sanqian, suddenly became cross-eyed. Jealousy made them look unrecognizable.

"Master, this is the combined effort of the three of us brothers."

"I... I am a female."

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"Yes, meritorious service deserves reward, come and double the reward."

Shen Lian nodded, and three large tripods flew over as he waved his hand.

"Master, I don't want any reward, I just had a fissure last month, and my anus is fissured."

Da Hei suddenly shuddered and wanted to get out of Shen Lian's hand, but there was no way to escape, and he drew an arc in the air and smashed into the big tripod.

"Master, I have done meritorious service for you..."

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"Find this guy. ”

In the deep rift valley, a fat guy with a big belly appeared in the mind of the sitting Merit Avatar, and then he disappeared from the spot.

The silk of rules is needed, but Shen Lian also wants the cultivation resources.

The Blood Alchemist of the Seven Color Sect, Pangdu.

In Sun Yuntai's memory before, there were some related memories of this Blood Alchemist.

There are not many memories, but what Sun Yuntai remembers most is that the Blood Alchemist of Pangdu is very fat and has a rich family.

Besides, Sun Yuntai went to Pangdu to ask for the Blood Spirit Pill himself before, and he used a few fourth-level spiritual medicines.

In other words, this person has spiritual medicines.

Through the global map positioning of the Great Black Wasteland, Shen Lian found that this cultivator frequently appeared in the northeast direction of the wasteland.

He couldn't deal with the Spiritual Venerable of the God, but he felt that he was still very confident in bullying an alchemist.

As an orthodox alchemist, he would never kill just because of a few spiritual medicines. He just wanted to clear the source and give justice to the orthodox alchemist.

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"Buzz! "

In a cave, restrictions surround like stars.

The monk with a fat belly shuddered suddenly, feeling the chill rising all over his body. He muttered something quickly, and a blood-colored cauldron floated above his head, shedding streams of blood.

This was the second time he shuddered since he last searched for the place where Sun Yuntai fell.

"Who is targeting me?"

The monk with a fat belly frowned. He was not surprised that he was targeted, mainly because he was too fat.

Over the years, he has collected too many spiritual medicines. As an alchemist, how could he not see the harm of the blood spirit pill.

As for the blood spirit pill, he naturally gave it to the fellow Taoists. Could he eat it himself?