In the hundred years since the beginning of the world, Mouton has not improved his world through sacrifice.
He is channeling the soul beast. Soul beasts can advance as their masters advance, especially in the master's world.
Ninth-grade soul beasts can open the mysterious world. If the soul beast before the ninth level can participate in the advancement of the monk's own world, it will be of great help to the ninth level and open up the mysterious world.
And if there are soul beasts participating in the sacrifices in the cave world, the cave world can also get a copy of the soul beast's virtual and real Taoist charm, which will have more foundation and stronger power.
It's just a waste of a mere hundred years. It's a good deal to wait for the soul beast to be conquered and improve the cave world.
In the past hundred years, Mouton has accumulated a lot of genius and treasures that can improve the cave world. He just waits for the soul beast to recognize its master and make up for the hundred-year stagnation in an instant.
Today, I was forced to advance.
If you don't advance, you will be beaten to death by Feng Yiju.
Feng Yiju was blocked by the formation, a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes, and he outputted his magic power desperately, and the big seal and the fairy sword hit the formation like a thunderstorm.
Crack! One side of the array couldn't withstand the continuous and intensive attacks, and a gap was opened.
Mouton was so anxious that he sprayed a mouthful of blood on the genius treasure in front of him, igniting a raging fire. The genius earth treasure refining speed is three points faster.
This is his true blood, and he suffered a big loss this time. If Qingyuan is not slaughtered, the resources will be exhausted and there will be no way to make up for it.
Feng Yiju's face turned gloomy, and the fairy sword in his hand fired out an automatic attack. He formed a seal and condensed his own magic, turning into thunder, lightning, and mountain torrents and rushing toward the formation violently.
The sound of snapping could be heard from the formation disk. The entire formation disk was already covered with cracks like a spider web, and cracks began to appear on the other side of the formation disk.
Mouton was so anxious that he spurted out another mouthful of true blood, burning his lifespan, trying his best to refine the genius and earthly treasure, and at the same time mobilize the power of the world.
Open it for me! open! open!
The moment Feng Yiju broke through the two square arrays, the cave world suddenly opened. It expanded rapidly, encompassing the surrounding land in an instant.
Feng Yiju broke away from the formation, rushed out, and saw the scene around him changed.
It no longer looks like the green pines and trees of Dongyun Mountain, but a bare and desolate landscape.
Loud laughter came from all directions: "Hahaha, Feng Yiju! Enter my world and I become a god. What should you do?!"
Mouton appeared in the sky, with a golden throne sitting under him, and his injuries recovered rapidly.
He looked down at Feng Yiju, the relieved expression on his face had not yet dissipated, and his unruliness had already risen. The humiliation three hundred years ago is not in the past.
If you practice Taoism and cultivate your mind, you can still look at it indifferently without thinking about it. Today, after being suppressed and beaten by Feng Yiju for another day, his anger rose.
"How do you want to die?" He looked down at Feng Yiju.
He would never care about this or that like Feng Yiju did three hundred years ago, and would not dare to kill anyone. Feng Yiju will die today!
Who knows what kind of accident will happen if you let it go? Maybe Feng Yiju will beat him to death on the spot next time we meet?
Feng Yiju's Immortal Sword was stuck on the ground, and he looked up at Mu Tong, with a smile on his lips: "I'm afraid, fellow Taoist Mu, you haven't understood the meaning of 'Everything where my Qingyuan Formation Flag is inserted is the Qingyuan Realm!'"
Mouton had a bad premonition, and before he could throw Feng Yiju out of his world, the big green flag was suddenly planted on the ground. The intricate meridians-like lines instantly surged in all directions.
Mouton suddenly felt that his control over that area disappeared.
With a sudden change of expression, he asked the strong man to cut off his wrist and cut off that area directly. But Feng Yiju took out a sword box from nowhere.
Looking up at him with a smile.
"Brother Mu, have you forgotten that I come from Qingyuan Sword Residence?"
Mouton's expression changed drastically!
Qingyuan Sword Residence is about cultivating swordsmanship rather than cultivating sword boxes. Everyone has countless immortal swords, and each sword has a different function.
In the flash of lightning, Mouton had already drawn a talisman on his finger, intending to cut off Feng Yiju and the boundary. But suddenly he discovered that he couldn't sense that realm at all.
It's as if it doesn't exist there at all. How to cut something that doesn’t exist?
Not only that, he found that his true energy and world power were completely sealed in this moment, and he could not use any of it!
The drawn talisman dissipated instantly.
In the Heaven-Stepping Realm, in essence, the monks are the heaven and the earth, and the world is the monks. The formation flag was inserted into the world, just like it was inserted into his body, and the whole person was out of control.
But at this moment, Feng Yiju slapped the sword box, and four fairy swords flew out.
"These four swords are famous for cutting through spring, summer, autumn and winter, throughout the ages!" He pointed his halberd, and the four swords shot into all directions of the world. Four sword holes suddenly appeared on Mouton's body, and blood flowed out.
The monks are one with heaven and earth, so if you cut down the heaven and the earth, you will cut down the monks.
Mouton's face became increasingly pale, and his eyes were filled with fear. The injury doesn't matter, he can't feel the time change in the cave world!
Feng Yiju patted the sword box again, and four fairy swords flew out.
"These four swords are named Zhou, and they cut in all directions, the four poles of the domain!" The swords let out a dragon roar, and Mouton had four more blood holes on his body. His breathing became more rapid, and his eyes showed fear: "Spare my life! Friend Feng Dao, spare my life! Please allow me to return and never dare to step into Dongyun again!"
crazy! crazy!
Elders have long told us not to easily bring outsiders into our own world, so why didn’t we listen? Why don't you listen?
And he just picked up the enemy!
This Feng Yiju is wrong, he is by no means the limit of ordinary demon transformation. He knows too much about the cave world. He can cut time and space with his sword, as if time and space are clearly marked in his cave world. !
No one in the Open Heaven Realm understands the Monk Cave World this well!
However, he saw that Feng Yiju ignored his shouts and slapped the sword box again, and still four fairy swords flew out.
"These four swords are called the Pure Land, cutting through the earth, water, wind, and fire!"
The throne under Mouton collapsed instantly, his face was ashen, but there was a sudden look in his eyes. He looked at Feng Yiju: "You are not here to kill me, are you here to deprive me of the cave world?"
Feng Yiju didn't answer. He pointed his halberd and shot out the four swords of Pure Land. Mouton's figure in the cave world was instantly shattered.
Feng Yiju took out the big seal and threw it into the sky. The big seal was suspended in the air. He jumped up and landed outside.
Mouton lay on the ground with a dull expression, breathless.
The world of Dongtian was forcibly stripped away, and the Taoism was half destroyed.
He looked at Feng Yiju resentfully: "No wonder you have to fight with me for a long time. You are forcing me to refine the genius treasure to ascend to the cave world!"
He has never sacrificed to the cave world since the creation of the sky. He only waited for the soul beasts to arrive and perform sacrifices with him.
Feng Yiju was holding a crystal clear ball in one hand. The ball was squirming like a raw chicken with its hard shell peeled off.
"Not bad!" he responded.
Mouton's world is too fragile. If he is not forced to practice and stabilize it, it will fall apart if it is peeled off.
"Who do you want to transplant my world to?" Mouton gritted his teeth.
Feng Yiju shook his head and smiled: "If you don't give it to anyone, a monk who can transplant someone else's cave world has enough foundation to open up his own world, so why transplant it? If you transplant it and you can't make any progress, what's the use of such a waste world?"
