Chapter 510 Hunting Time, I Will Report Myself if I Get Mad!

"I found you."

In the depths of the Land of Filthy Light, Feng Mi put his right hand fingers together, and an illusory flame danced on them.

This is the secret skill of the Xianluo Clan, which can track and trace the traces according to the breath of the cultivators.

To be honest, if this Xianluo had not become his own clone, Shen Lian would have coveted the body of the Xianluo descendant like the cultivators who flocked in from outside.

Whether to snatch it or not is another matter, but he would definitely be envious, because the means brought by the Xianluo bloodline are too amazing.

Various secret arts emerge in an endless stream, and this clan is not wronged to be destroyed.

The Immortal Spirit World does not allow such a powerful clan to exist.

The magnetic light flashing in the Land of Filthy Light has an impact on various spells, but at this moment, Feng Mi's tracking method using the Xianluo secret art still easily found the direction of the target.

"Fellow Daoist of Xingxiu Palace, treasures belong to those with immortal virtues. Obviously, I have abundant immortal virtues, so I should be the owner of the spiritual treasure."

Avoiding the magnetic light, stepping on the space fragments, Feng Mi quickly disappeared from the spot.

At the moment, there are too many Hedao cultivators coming in from the Filthy Light Land. He also activated his magic power and exuded an aura comparable to that of Hedao cultivators. As long as he doesn't fight with others, it is not easy for outsiders to see through his realm.

Wandering repeatedly between the magnetic lights along the way, carefully sensing the movement of the aura between his fingers.

"Hey, there's someone."

Half a month later, Feng Mi, who was on his way, looked up and looked into the distance. A figure was looming in the depths of the flashing magnetic light.

He was on guard, and then fled in another direction.

At the same time, the figure that appeared in the distance was also on guard with magic power, and went around in another direction.

"Hey, blame you for being blind."

"No, you're lucky. I haven't started killing yet."

After making sure that the monks he met were far away, Feng Mi continued on his way.

At the moment, he was not sure whether his goal was to be alone or with the monks of his sect.

But he was too greedy for the spiritual treasure of the space gate.

Since the monks of Xingxiu Palace dared to catch him, he was naturally not polite and snatched him back.

…

In the land of filthy light, the collision of pure air and turbid air gave rise to magnetic light, and the void stirred by the magnetic light continued to break.

Every other area would encounter an area where space overlapped and intertwined, forming a complicated and complex broken space zone.

In such areas, the collision between turbid air and pure air was often very strong, and there were many broken spiritual restrictions.

And in the spiritual restrictions, sometimes there would be land, lakes, mountains, etc. with different landforms.

Along the way, Feng Mi encountered two monks who came to encircle him in different directions, but he simply ignored them and ignored them.

Similarly, the monks who met him would choose a new direction to leave after taking a look at him.

The main attack was that no immortal Luo came out, and the two sides were at peace.

"It's almost there."

Feeling the flames on his fingertips jumping more and more fiercely, Feng Mi's eyes flashed with purple light, and he kept looking at the overlapping and broken space around him.

Soon, Feng Mi stopped outside an overlapping space shrouded in magnetic light, and his figure quickly merged into the space.

Deep in this overlapping space, colorful fluorescent lights flashed, and a black and white lake gurgled, looking like an ink painting from a distance.

In the central area of ​​the lake, a starlight flickered, and a monk with handsome features sat on it in the starlight, but he released a faint green light from his body.

This green light mist snake, lingering outside the body, sometimes jumped onto the face, making his face become hideous.

"Damn old devil, I will tear you into pieces when I find out your true identity."

While forcing the poisonous fog out, Yin Jiurong was filled with resentment. He had long expected that the name reported by the old devil was a fake. It was a required course to use a fake name when walking in the fairy world.

The methods of the devil cultivators have always been cunning and treacherous. The poisonous methods that can infect the cultivators in the Hedao realm are already very rare.

But once this thing is refined, the damage to the Hedao is quite terrifying.

The green poisonous fog that merged into the body was like a maggot in the tarsal bone that directly merged with the flesh, mana, and rules, and there was a tendency to rush to the soul.

He was now scraping the bone to heal the wound, driving the poisonous fog into the same piece of flesh, and then separating the whole piece of flesh from the body.

But the poisonous fog had thoughts, and every time it was about to be trapped, it would jump to another place in the body.

"If the master is here, it will be effortless to crush this poisonous fog."

"Now that so many Hedao monks have gathered, I don't know where the descendant of Xianluo is hiding.

If I can capture him and refine him into an external incarnation, there will be hope for Yujing in the future, and Xingxiu Palace will also be in my hands."

Although he was healing his injuries, Yin Jiurong's ambitions did not fall. Who wouldn't want the descendants of Tianluo?

"Very good, you dare to peek at me even though you are in such a bad state, I will put you on the expedited list in advance!"

A sharp voice sounded.

"Who!"

Yin Jiurong was suddenly startled. In doubt, he quickly summoned the starlight from all directions and fled to the distance without thinking.

The moment his mind swept around, his face was suddenly startled.

"Kuangshi Old Demon!"

"No, you are not Kuang..."

"Hehehe!"

In the space derived from the black and white lake, demonic energy rolled out, and a faint light formed a halo that had already pressed into Yin Jiurong's sea of ​​mind.

"Ah!"

Not only was the sea of ​​​​mind affected, but even the physical body was baptized by the dense silver space sharp edges.

In just an instant, Yin Jiurong's soul fell into a state of downtime.

His thoughts were still stuck in the consciousness of 'not an old devil'.

At the same time, two stars with alternating brilliance of sun and moon appeared above the lake, covering the entire space.

Then, the two stars seemed to be attracted by a strong attraction, and began to be sucked into two long and narrow streams of light, piercing the void from a high place and penetrating Yin Jiurong's body.

The anti-polar power of yin and yang surged crazily on Yin Jiurong's body. The mana fused with starlight was messed up, and a big crack was torn open in his dantian.

The physical body cracked, the Dantian was shattered, Feng Mi transformed into a black robe, and the sinister figure with triangular eyebrows fell down, and then an even more powerful spiritual thought crashed into Yin Jiurong's spiritual sea.

In the mind sea, Yin Jiurong's soul, which had been knocked down by the Three Burial Souls, was then torn into pieces.

The broken soul flashed continuously, exuding frightened and trembling thoughts.

"You...you are a descendant of Xianluo!"

After all, he was also a monk from Xingxiu Palace, and he finally came to his senses under his remnant soul.

Not only did he react, he also quickly recalled some past events.

"When I fight with the old devil, you are right next to me!"

Only in this way can the descendants of Xian Luo find him and shake him with the help of the old devil's appearance.

"How dare you run out!"

In the mind sea, the consciousness of Yin Jiurong's remnant soul, which was divided into dozens of parts, flickered.

Is this Xian Luo crazy? Do you know how many monks are arresting him in the Land of Dirty Light now?

"I am the Lord of Immortals, and you are worthy of arresting me!"

Divine thoughts descended into Yin Jiurong's sea of ​​divine thoughts, grabbing the remaining souls unceremoniously and tyrannically grabbing the memories within them.

If it weren't for this bit of news, how could he have been kept alive for so long.

"You can't run away even if you kill me?"

Seeing his soul being killed continuously, Yin Jiurong panicked. He wanted to reunite the remaining souls, but what the hell was this information that separated his soul.

It goes without saying that you need to use your feet to soak your feet. What is a foot soak if you don’t use your feet?

God's high-end elixir must be refined using the simplest method.

What the hell is this news?

"I have a destiny with Xingxiu Palace. Why do I want to run away? I am a dignified immortal and have nothing to fear."

Feng Mi spoke coldly, but the movements in his hands were not slow at all, crushing a remnant soul with every breath.

…

"Old thief Xingxiu, the Taoist Master Xianluo who killed your disciples, what can you do to me?"

After half a stick of incense, Feng Mi waved his hand, and the entire black and white lake was enveloped in silver light, and a cloud of blood mist exploded.

He transformed into an old devil and took advantage of the situation to assume a proud posture.

In an instant, in the exploding blood mist, a stream of starlight rushed outwards, and suddenly crashed into the overlapping space derived from the surroundings.

After crashing through dozens of spaces, Feng Mi's big hand stretched out to hold it.

With a 'pop' sound, the starlight in the space was crushed by his big hand. Feng Mi waved his hand. The score just now was in vain, and the mark of death was not transmitted.

He was prepared that he wouldn't be able to intercept it, but he didn't expect that it would be too bad.

It has to be said that Xingxiu Palace is different from the sect of the two Hedao monks that were killed before. This sect is stronger and has the mark of death.

"Buzz!"

After rubbing his hands, Feng Mi used a gentle move to summon a silver-colored stone door on his body.

"Hey, why is he a person without a weapon spirit? It's convenient for me."

His spiritual thoughts sank into the stone door, and in the weapon spirit space inside, he saw the words 'Star Space Gate'.

"Good stuff, let's go and practice it first."

…

More than half a month later, somewhere in the land of filth, in a Ruoguo-sized space deep in the overlapping space, Feng Mi opened his eyes.

In front of him, a silver stone door covered with starlight spots floated up and down.

The starlight on the surface of this stone door is actually a pattern of stars, but it has been shrunk and turned into light spots.

This space gate is a seventh-grade spiritual treasure that combines the two rules of stars and space. Space is used to travel, and stars are used to guide.

By the way, the original owner of this space gate is called Yin Jiurong, one of the Supreme Elders of Xingxiu Palace.

There are a total of seven Hedao monks in Xingxiu Palace, among whom there are as many as three in the Twelfth Floor Realm, and the strongest one is in the Seventh Transformation Realm.

Now, he also knows the distinction between levels on the twelfth floor.

According to Yin Jiurong's memory, once a person on the twelfth floor of level seven or above comes down to the sea of ​​turbid air and is noticed by the Qingshen tribe, the Hedao monks at the corresponding level will be triggered to take action.

In order to limit the scale of the two sides' conquest, both sides of the Qinghuo world had a tacit agreement not to use twelfth-floor monks who were above level seven.

Of course, this is just a tacit understanding and does not represent the real situation.

Fortunately, it can take tens of thousands of years for a monk in the twelfth floor realm to condense his magic power. At the level of six or seven turns, it can even take tens of thousands of years. Most of the time, he is up and practicing.

After closing the space door for preliminary sacrifice, Feng Mi slowly stood up.

Because of the existence of the innate spiritual forbidden area, he remodeled this area and turned it into a seventh-level spiritual forbidden land. He reconstructed a total of four such places in the Land of Dirty Light as places for shelter and healing.

The four caves are called No. 1, 2, 3 and 4. This is Cave No. 3 in front of us.

"The hunt begins!"

After stretching out his hands and moving his legs, Feng Mi quickly escaped.

Before others notice his tracks, I will get a few more Daoists to play with, and leave more...legacy for this deity.

…

"The second one!"

A few days later, in the depths of a rolling sea of ​​clouds, Feng Mi collected a fat and big demon.

Then, he quickly gathered all the auras around him and disappeared on the spot.

The memories of the Hedao realm cultivators are long, and he has no way to quickly pull them out. He can only force them into his memory, so that this deity can sort them out bit by bit.

In this activity, Feng Mi is just a cold and ruthless killer.

Another half a month passed.

"The third one."

A cultivator covered in a hazy green light was collected by Feng Mi.

However, the noise of the fight also attracted the attention of other cultivators nearby. Some cultivators fled from afar quickly, and then wandered thousands of miles away, advancing and retreating, looking like they deserved a beating.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort sounded, and the magic power generated by gravity and blood surged out.

"Are you guys going to compete with me to see who dies faster?"

The voice rumbled, filled with murderous intent.

The few spying figures lingering in the distance quickly fled away and disappeared in the distance.

Seeing that there was no one around, Feng Mi quickly dispersed the area of ​​the fight and then fled away.

However, he did not go far and hid in the dark.

Sure enough, a dark dragon that had been lingering in the distance not long ago came back stealthily.

The black dragon's belly was steaming, and clouds and mists lingered wherever it passed.

Just as it rushed over, it suddenly let out a scream, and its slightly bloated body twisted and knotted together, and its water-based magic power surged out, washing in all directions.

"There are ways to survive everywhere, but you don't leave. Why do you choose to come here? This skin is good, enough to draw talismans."

A cold voice sounded in Jiaofu's sea of ​​consciousness. In the sea of ​​consciousness that had been washed away, the dragon's soul that was broken open turned into hundreds of small dragons.

"Daoyou, stop it. I am the Dragon Palace of Minghe..."

"Reptile, even if your father is the Dragon Ancestor!"

In an instant, dazzling silver light lit up in the void in all directions.

The broken space was all attracted, and the dragon's body was enveloped in it in the air.

"You...you...Xianxian..."

"Puff!"

Feng Mi quickly crushed Jiaolong Daozun's soul and swallowed the memory fragments in it.

...

Looking at the broken space around him and the wandering mana breath, Feng Mi sighed. It was impossible to fish in troubled waters.

Although they had gathered their auras before, all the people who came to the Land of Filthy Light were Hedao cultivators. Which of these cultivators didn't have some means on their bodies? Maybe they had already caught his aura.

After sensing the surroundings with his divine sense, there was no aura of other cultivators, so Feng Mi quickly fled away.

Not long after, a stream of light came from afar, and his divine sense carefully probed over, checking the broken spiritual restrictions around.

This area had long been riddled with holes, and there were holes flashing with fluorescent light everywhere. Soon after his divine sense entered it.

The look of the visitor changed.

Soon, a ball of nine-colored mana surged in the hands of this cultivator.

"Xianluo mana, nine kinds of rules, the rumors are actually true."

Yong Lin's eyes flashed with excitement. He didn't chase him at the first time, but quickly flashed to the outer area, and his big hand rolled up a yellowish-brown whirlwind and blasted around this space.

It has already captured the breath of the descendants of Xianluo, so naturally it cannot let others share this opportunity. It will try to slow down the prying of others.

This area was completely blasted into ruins, and all kinds of chaotic breaths were mixed up. After the divine consciousness swept around, Yong Lin nodded with satisfaction and quickly went away.

Such a movement naturally attracted the attention of other cultivators. Soon another cultivator came from afar, with a pair of eyes flashing with strange and mysterious light, sweeping across this area.

After pondering for a moment, I saw that this cultivator slowly opened his mouth, and the upper and lower jaws that were originally overbite began to stretch rapidly, forming a pointed bird's beak.

As the mouth opened and closed, a snake-like tongue stretched out, turned into a thousand feet in size, and began to sweep across this broken void.

This long tongue like a whip flashed a hazy blood light, and all kinds of breath around the broken space turned into cyclones strangely, floating towards the tongue.

Among the many cyclones, there were several floating, nine-colored air masses that emitted a little luster.

"Huh!"

The next moment, the long tongue gathered the nine-colored air masses that were rolled back together.

"Nine kinds of rule magic power, descendants of Xianluo!"

The long mouth was retracted and turned into a face with an overbite again. Ji Conghui's eyes flashed with excitement, and then he showed a sneer.

"Descendant of Xianluo, do you think you are hiding deep enough?"

"Hehe!"

When it got the blood of the cloud soul sky bird, it did not use it to temper its body, but combined it with a secret technique to refine it, turning it into its own unique exploration secret technique.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Ji Conghui raised his big hand and blasted several more attacks in this already broken void.

After destroying the corpse and destroying the traces again, he quickly fled into the distance.

Half a day after Ji Conghui left, another cultivator came to track him down. This time, it was a cultivator from the Qingshen clan. After checking back and forth several times, he finally fled away helplessly.

…

"Turtle Spirit is tracking."

In the space covered by magnetic light, a small turtle with earthy yellow spiritual light was suspended in front of Yong Lin, and a ball of nine-color flames burned on the turtle's body.

The body of the suspended turtle was like a Si Nan, constantly circling and shaking, using its head to guide Yong Lin's direction.

"God bless me."

Feeling the flames on the turtle's body jumping more and more violently, Yong Lin suppressed the excitement in his heart.

As the leader of the Guifu Xianzong, his life was not as glorious as the younger generation saw.

The Guifu Xianzong is one of the Five Elements Xianzong.

The four major forces of Hezunhuo, Muyuan, Jinyang, and Minghe respectively hold the four-turn gold, wood, water, fire, and earth marks.

Their five major sects are only slightly better than the White Board Xianzong. They can establish a sect not because the founder is so powerful, but because there are people in Haotian and Cangtian Realm, and they need to establish the Five Elements Xianzong.

To put it bluntly, they are more like the outer courtyard of a large sect.

The sect leader is more jokingly called the outer courtyard mountain master. The mark of the sect's control requires that they obey the arrangements of the big sects at any time.

As a Hedao cultivator, who doesn't want to make progress, who doesn't want to be proud and independent, instead of being ordered around.

"We're here!"

All the way to the area covered by magnetic light and overlapping space, Yong Lin's body flashed with earth yellow, and a turtle shell suddenly appeared on his back, turning into the appearance of a turtle prime minister.

The turtle-shaped immortal sect is not good at other magic, but the defense technique is the best in Haotian.

After Yong Lin circled around, he shrunk into the turtle shell in a whoosh, and then the turtle shell quickly shrank and drilled into the cracked position of the spiritual ban.

...

This is the second burrow of the cunning rabbit.

"Why is there only one here."

Feng Mi frowned slightly in the depths of the flashing spiritual ban. His breath has been leaked, and it doesn't make sense for a turtle shell to come.

Could it be that these cultivators who came to search for him are blind and their minds are blind?

They can't see such a large fighting range?

It doesn't make sense.

"I didn't expect that an old turtle with a broad body like a mountain ridge and patterns like the Nine Palaces would be so shameless."

Feng Mi soon thought of the reason.

I was really angry.

When I was hiding before, I hoped that all the auras would be destroyed, but now I don't want to hide anymore. Anyway, such a Hedao cultivator will not be able to hide sooner or later.

Now there are four Hedao cultivators in hand, so it's better to fight. Killing one more will gain more.

But I happened to meet a good person, and the aura I released was finished.

"Thank you so much!"

After the voice fell, Feng Mi disappeared in the space.

...

"Boom!"

The deep spiritual restrictions surrounded by the spiritual restrictions lit up one after another, turning into streams of light and flames falling down.

Yong Lin shrank in the tortoise shell, and the patterns on the tortoise shell lit up one after another, forming a thick defense to block the spiritual light outside.

Boom!

The exploding energy ripples instantly flipped the tortoise shell out, smashing dozens of spaces in succession, but the spiritual patterns on the tortoise shell flickered, showing no sign of being damaged.

"Three Burials of Chaotic Souls!"

When the tortoise shell was still covered by the broken space, the extremely powerful divine thought attack fell from the sky, directly passing through the layers of defensive spiritual light and sinking into the tortoise shell.

"Ah!"

A scream sounded inside the tortoise shell, and Yong Lin, who had been shrinking in the tortoise shell, suddenly drilled out and rolled in the broken space with the tortoise shell.

"Go!"

Feng Mi attacked again. He was still a piece of meat, so there was no reason not to take him down.

The vast mana surged out, turning into a sword light and shadow and blasting towards Yong Lin.

But at this moment, Yong Lin, whose divine thought should have been shut down by the impact of the Three Burials of Chaotic Souls, suddenly had a piece of Xuanhuang divine light on his tortoise shell, and his body shrank back into the tortoise shell again.

The tortoise shell also rolled up, crashing out of the broken space, and then blasted through the heavy spiritual restrictions without looking back, and disappeared in the magnetic light.

This was the first time that the Three Burials Chaotic Soul Technique failed to work.

This old tortoise had no defensive spiritual treasures in its sea of ​​​​mind. The only possibility was that it had extremely long memories, which could barely block the endless chaotic information fragments.

"This can't really be an old tortoise."

Feng Mi didn't chase it, because the second prey was coming.

"Daoyou, you came at the right time, you die for him!"

Feng Mi's eyes were full of murderous intent.

From now on, it depends on his luck. If he can meet the monks on the twelfth floor later, he can be happy for a while. If he is unlucky and meets the twelfth floor, he will have to run away.

"Ah!"

Ji Conghui, who was chasing closely, sensed the fluctuations of mana. He felt the amazing murderous intent just after rushing over, and stopped in fear.

"Run!"

He felt his mana trembling, and without thinking, he patted the position of Dantian. A shuttle quickly landed at his feet and began to flee.

Feng Mi waved his sleeves and raised his arms. A nine-color mana surrounded by clouds surged out, and his figure turned into an illusory Kunpeng and descended on the head of the escaping monk.

At the same time, the sword light and sword shadow formed by the mana in the sky enveloped the man.

Ji Conghui hurriedly summoned mana and arranged a layer of defense on his body.

"Puff!"

"Puff puff."

But the mana frenzy formed by the nine kinds of three-turn rules directly tore the defense apart like a dead tree and rotten wood, and sent him flying with blood all over his body.

He wanted to escape again, but found that his body seemed to be placed in a world of mountains and valleys, and was pressed to the point of being unable to move.

In a short moment, Ji Conghui felt that he was bombarded hundreds of times, and his robe was shattered into slag, revealing an exquisite bellyband with small flowers.

At this moment, the bellyband grew flowers, and its defensive power was amazing. It blocked the boundless mountain and river spell cast by Feng Mi, giving Ji Conghui a chance to breathe.

"The descendants of Xianluo are well-deserved. It's impossible to get out of here quickly."

While congratulating himself on the strong defense of the bellyband he had won at the auction, Ji Conghui's face was full of fear. He jumped up without hesitation and was about to escape.

But before he got up, he suddenly let out a scream, and then his dantian was shattered, and the sea of ​​​​mind seemed to be divided into countless pieces.

"Daoyou, let me use your memory."

Feng Mi urged his magic power to wash the body of this cultivator, and first washed away most of the soul in his sea of ​​​​mind.

Although the memory obtained by doing this may not be so complete, it is safe and stable.

Soon, a wisp of soul smoke rose up, and then turned into nothingness, and Feng Mi also quickly fled away.

This is the fifth one.

The movement of the broken spiritual ban was very loud, and soon attracted the attention of the cultivators. The turtle shell that had fled far away ran back again, revealing its head and looking at it from a distance.

"Descendants of Xianluo!"

Suddenly, three cultivators appeared in all directions at the same time. After capturing the wandering mana, the aura could not be concealed.

One of the three cultivators quickly passed it to another cultivator in the sect.

The news spread quickly.

Don't look at everyone flocking to it, but news is always news. At this moment, after capturing the aura of the mana of the nine rules, the news was confirmed as a fact.

There really is a cultivator who comprehends the nine rules. Let's not talk about whether it is Xianluo first, nine rules are enough.

...

In the flashing of magnetic light, a silver light surged, and a stone door on the silver light swayed violently.

Inside the stone gate, Feng Mi staggered out and crashed into a magnetic light.

In his hand, he was holding a bloody figure.

"The sixth one!"

He retracted the space gate and quickly disappeared from the spot.

...

One month later.

"The seventh one!"

In the middle of the broken space, Feng Mi sacrificed the space gate. The moment he turned around, magic power surged from all directions.

The magic power of several rules of fire, gravity, and water enveloped it, and the air waves rolled out and hit the space gate.

"Puff!"

But under the surging attack, the space gate was covered, and Feng Mi was not blocked at all.

"He ran away again. How did the space gate of Xingxiu Palace fall into his hands?"

Some cultivators recognized the space gate. After all, it was too easy to identify with the stars on it.

The space here in the dirty light land is broken, and there is no starlight to serve as a mark.

But the descendant of Xianluo who controlled the space gate did not need to identify the direction at all, he just needed to escape from their encirclement.

"Damn it, is this cultivator really not afraid of death!"

The continuous death of Hedao cultivators made the expressions of the Hedao cultivators in the Land of Filthy Light tense.

The fighting power of the descendants of Xianluo was too strong, and ordinary Dao bases could not survive a few moves in his hands.

The key is that this cultivator also comprehended the rules of space, and had a space magic treasure in his hand, so this broken land was simply his home court.

"Chase, the magnetic light is shrouded, the space is weak, this cultivator can't run far!"

"He is still in the realm of refining emptiness, how long can he hold on?"

...

Tens of thousands of miles away, silver light flashed, and Feng Mi escaped from it.

It is indeed fast to escape through the space gate, but this gate is not omnipotent in the Land of Filthy Light. Affected by the magnetic light, the distance and destination of the escape cannot be controlled.

After rushing out of the space gate, his mind quickly swept around, and then Feng Mi sensed a flash of green light thousands of miles away.

At the same time, both sides discovered each other.

Moreover, there were other cultivators in the farther direction, emitting an aura like a blazing sun.

"Twelfth floor!"

"Descendant of Xianluo!"

In the broken space, the mind wavered in an instant.

Feng Mi did not hesitate at all, turned around and pulled out of the space gate and left.

"Where are you going!"

In the vast aura like the sun, a three-legged firebird appeared, and as the firebird's phantom collapsed, a middle-aged cultivator in a golden robe was revealed.

When he raised his hand, the blazing golden light turned into a sharp claw in the air, and it was imprinted above the space gate across the sky.

"Sizzle!"

The blazing hot aura directly melted the broken space, and the phantom of the space gate was also melting rapidly.

But on each layer of space barrier in the overlapping space, there is a space gate. The moment the heat was generated, the space gate had already fled quickly.

"Whoosh!"

Ten thousand miles away, Feng Mi crashed out in a magnetic light, and the blazing golden flames covered his buttocks, burning him and screaming, slapping his buttocks constantly.

Damn, the Golden Crow's Yang Fire was too fierce, and it chased the space gate and burned it out, almost burning his buttocks bald.

"Zun Huo Xianzong, I will remember you for burning my buttocks."

I killed the fire sparrow of the Zun Huo Xianzong before, and now they have a more powerful one.

In the dantian, several Qi-replenishing spirit pills were quickly dissolved, and the overwhelming medicinal power quickly filled the meridians, and Feng Mi fled to the distance.

After killing seven Zun Hedao in a row, the cultivators who besieged him also learned their lesson. If each sect had enough people, they would act together, and the individual cultivators also began to unite.

However, with these monks united, Feng Mi was not out of options. The four caves of the cunning rabbit that he had transformed before could be used.

No, there were three left. The one that was hit by the turtle shell could not be used.

After sensing the location, Feng Mi quickly fled into the distance.

Four caves of the cunning rabbit.

The space here was intertwined with magnetic light, and two black and white intertwined streamers were hanging in the sky. Below was a chaotic area composed of pieces of broken space. In these broken places, one could see a series of spiritual prohibitions intertwined.

After entering the cave, Feng Mi first prepared his space door, and then sat cross-legged at the door to refine the medicinal power in his body.

Not long after, the dazzling golden flames outside the cave surged again, and wherever it passed, the void was directly burned into nothingness, and all the magnetic light and broken space were destroyed.

The means of the monks on the twelfth floor were much more powerful than the Taoist foundation. Even if Feng Mi used the space door to escape far away, he could not avoid their pursuit.

Just as Jinque mobilized the flame to burn the area in front of him, a golden sword light came from afar, smashing the space fragments along the way into nothingness.

"Jinyang!"

Jinque saw the golden sword light across the sky and immediately recognized who it was.

As the leader of the Jinyang Sword Sect of the Five Elements Immortal Sect, although Jinyang is still a Taoist, the inherited sword in his hand is too powerful and has been stained with the blood of the twelfth floor cultivator.

"Brother Jinque is really fast."

After Jinyang fell, his tracking secret method located the area in front of him that was covered by a magnetic light and runes.

"Stop talking nonsense, each relying on their own abilities!"

...

"Damn, bad luck."

In the four caves of the cunning rabbit, feeling the two breaths outside, Feng Mi's face looked a little bad.

A breath was as blazing as the ocean, as if it was going to burn the world.

A sharp edge was so sharp that it was going to pierce through the sky of spiritual prohibitions.

The Taoist base was not attracted, but the twelfth floor was attracted first.

Without any hesitation, he stood up and left. Before leaving, he sent out a spell with both hands, and a cloud of nine-colored magic power floated up high.

At the same time as the silver light gate flashed, the nine-colored magic cloud staggered down and just touched a piece of innate spiritual restriction that was shining with silver light.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the area was overturned, the earth surged like a dragon, and a series of innate spiritual restrictions rushed up to the sky, and magnetic light struck in all directions like lightning.

Outside the cave of the cunning rabbit, Jin Yang and Jin Que, who were making a move, immediately realized that something was wrong.

"Protect the body!"

In the surging golden ocean, a golden three-legged crow emerged, spread its flaming wings and covered Jin Que.

At the same time, the sword on the body of the Jin Yang Sect Master was like a swimming dragon, releasing billions of sword lights to slash forward.

"Boom!"

In the overlapping space that looked only two thousand miles in size from the outside, billions of spiritual prohibitions exploded at the same time, and the energy they raised hit all directions and collided with the flame sword light.

The dazzling energy rushed into the sky, making the area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles around see a sky-high flame.

More than 100,000 miles away, Feng Mi staggered when he rushed out and was hit by the turbulent space. He continued to flee without hesitation.

Twelve was treated the same here.

Three thousand miles ahead, two figures were guarding against each other and moving forward together.

When he saw Feng Mi, he was shocked at first, and then excited.

"Descendant of Xianluo!"

Seeing this, Feng Mi grinned, slapped out with a palm, and his figure followed him like a shadow, covering the two under the attack.

However, the attack of the third transformation of the soul only fell on one of the demons, whose soul power was weaker than that of other tribes.

Sure enough, the demon covered with demon scales screamed immediately. Before he could react, Feng Mi had already come close to him and reached in like a ghost.

Then, without caring about the other cultivator, he took the demon cultivator and fled away.

The eighth Dao base.

"Buzz!"

At the same time, starlight suddenly spread all over the four directions, and the space that was originally surging around was also imprisoned.

A hazy shadow slowly gathered within the starlight.

"You are so young, you are worthy of being a descendant of Xianluo. Your journey ends here!"

Feng Mi, who was fleeing far away, immediately felt the space confinement. When his body wanted to enter the space, it was like colliding with iron and stone, and it made a crackling sound.

Then he saw a figure with starlight gathering in the air behind him stretching out a palm.

This palm was covered with star patterns, and runes were hanging jingling, falling at an incredible speed.

Feng Mi crushed the demon's divine thoughts in his hand, and with his other hand, he turned his head and reached out, and then moved sideways.

A puppet with a bloody smell all over his body rushed towards the falling hand.

Boom!

The violent energy exploded, and the falling hand was immediately lifted up by the energy. The void that was imprisoned in all directions was broken, and Feng Mi went in.

"Suppress!"

A magnificent voice sounded, and the big hand that had just been rushed up and broken gathered again, grabbing in the direction of Feng Mi's escape.

The big hand rumbled into the depths of the broken space, completely shattering the already broken space into nothingness.

The cultivator who took action turned into a middle-aged cultivator with an extremely majestic face, and quickly turned into a stream of light to chase after it.

The descendants of Xianluo have been severely injured. It would be too tragic if they were picked up by others at this time.

...

"Puff!"

Feng Mi, who was using the space escape speed, was immediately swept by the terrifying energy. His back flesh and blood burst, revealing a small bellyband with colorful flowers, which held the blood.

Then, he integrated the blood into the rules and accelerated his escape speed. When he escaped from this area, his whole body had turned into a bloody man.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

The blood in his body was surging, and mana was constantly surging out of his body. It was true that Xianluo's mana was powerful, but the gap with the twelfth floor was too big.

Feeling the riot in his body, Feng Mi crushed more than 20 Qi-replenishing elixirs at once, and the rolling medicinal power began to wash around his body, forcibly suppressing the injuries in his body.

"The twelfth floor is amazing!"

Feng Mi was very uncomfortable because all his methods were defeated by the twelfth floor.

Eight Daoji monks had been killed. It seemed that it would not be easy to kill Daoji next time.

Most of the memories of the eight Daoji cultivators have been extracted. Based on the memories of the eight people, the situation in Haotian Realm can be figured out. It's time to consider the retreat.

All the cultivators now have the goal of capturing the descendants of Xianluo.

To end this hunting activity, they must either be caught by one side, or destroy themselves directly so that no one can get them, or sneak out quietly.

While thinking, Feng Mi quickly fled in the direction of the cunning rabbit's cave.

In the direction of the cave, the clone of the Yanyan had been waiting outside for a long time.

One of the retreat routes is to get into the Yanyan's body and leave with the identity of the Qingshen clan.

However, this road may not work. He has seen the means of the twelfth floor. It is many times stronger than the Daoji in tracking, and Yanyan may not be able to hide.

Despite this, Feng Mi still went to the cunning rabbit's cave.

"Buzz!"

The silver light was blazing, and there were many phantoms in the broken overlapping space.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed, and Feng Mi jumped out of the silver light. He felt cold all over and looked around.

"Someone is plotting against him!"

"Ah!"

In an instant, he felt as if countless ants had drilled into his body, biting his bones and marrow, and endless pain spread through his body.

Under the pain, his magic power began to dissipate, and his body could not help but roll in the broken space.

...

"Ah, who is so shameless."

In the Zhongjuntian realm, Shen Lian's original body was also affected. There are many secret techniques in the fairy world, not to mention the low-level ones.

Shen Lian's mind was shrouded in purple light, holding the Hunyuan Jade Disc on his head.

At this moment, colorful light rose from the jade disc, and the mist intertwined and outlined a phantom of a chessboard.

At each cross-sectional position of the chessboard, there was a figure with an aura at the level of refining emptiness standing quietly, complimenting the colorful intersection in the middle area.

"Buzz!"

At this moment, the five-colored intersecting circulating energy turned into a vortex, and 360 figures in all directions swayed violently. A stream of vitality and magic power was extracted by the powerful force and quickly integrated into the five-element cycle.

"I will suppress it!"

After receiving the blessing of the talisman array, Shen Lian regained control of Feng Mi's clone.

...

Feng Mi, who was rolling in the broken space, suddenly rushed up at this moment, and his magic power returned to his meridians and dantian, and his face was distorted as he fled into the distance.

The pain in his body did not dissipate, but it was temporarily suppressed.

But he did not flee far, and thunder exploded above his head.

"Come back!"

I saw a ray of fire in the thunder, dazzling and dazzling, like a spark falling from the sky.

"Who is this again!"

I saw the spark derived from the void floating above my head and did not fall, but followed Feng Mi away.

When I wanted to use magic power to smash it, I could confirm that this star was a phantom.

This was located.

Feng Mi sighed and ignored the sparks above his head.

This situation had been expected. If these Haotian Realm cultivators couldn't even catch a small Lianxu like him, why would he need to go through so much trouble?

Under such positioning, even if he was hiding in the body of Yan Yan, he would be sensed.

In this case, he could only change his tactics.

He rushed to the Cunning Rabbit Cave No. 1 without any cover.

This place has the most remaining innate spiritual restrictions. The outer area is more than ten thousand miles, and the internal overlapping space area is hundreds or thousands of times larger than the outside. There are countless magnetic lights and spiritual restrictions. He has already arranged a seventh-level formation.

If you want to catch him, there is no way. At worst, I will die in front of you.

He rushed into the area of ​​the Cunning Rabbit Cave No. 1.

After Feng Mi rushed in for dozens of breaths, a green light followed from far to near and also rushed in.

However, after rushing in a thousand miles, the space in front of him was messed up.

The green light stopped, revealing the appearance of Yan Yan. He waved his hand to grab a piece of space in front of him, and crushed it into nothingness with hatred.

He took away several storage magic treasures.

Then, he took out a communication jade talisman.

"Master Sheyi, I found the descendants of Xianluo!"