"The pure 'Time Witching Way' was practiced by Meng Yu. I want to integrate the ideas of geniuses into this way to create my own way of practice." Muze's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he saw clearly.

The way forward.

"I major in the seventh level of the 'Eternal Life Dharma'. In the sacred forest, there is wood spiritual energy and soul energy that are innately compatible with me.

If we can combine the witchcraft with the main technique, we can avoid the situation like that of the previous high priest who lost his combat power after leaving the sacred tree."

He formally practiced the "Time Witching Way". Due to the extremely good match of his physique, he quickly mastered it and could control the illusory formations of "Forest of this Life", "Forest of Next Life" and "Forest of Past Life".

"It's time to integrate multiple Taoist methods to catch up with me." Mu Ze looked at the saint and found that she was staring at him. He smiled and said, "Beauty, let me open your eyes."

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it."

The clone operated the "Dafa of Endless Life" and transformed into a bokabu tree, which was taller and stronger than any other tree in the forest.

Its branches continue to grow longer, gradually exceeding the radius of the circular area, and are connected in series with the branches of the surrounding sacred tree.

Except for a few high-level monks, everyone in the large Bokabu tribe was shocked and seemed to have received some kind of revelation.

In the name of the Witch God, combined with the way of faith, Mu Ze issued a summons, asking them to sit on the ground and recite the ancient scriptures of the tribe.

If I fall behind, you will lead me to improve. If I overtake, if it is not a small difference in realm, it will take a certain amount of time to sense it at a long distance. This is the way of heaven. It is natural to believe that the clone will be weaker than the original body.

"I asked when I went to the city last time. In addition to the normal application, there is another way. Maybe I can try it?"

"Beauty, are you convinced?"

The pollen formed a long belt, avoiding the camps of high-level warriors and forming a circle over the residences of middle- and low-level and ordinary tribesmen.

"I think they are willing to do so. After all, it is an alliance, not a surrender."

"Making special contributions to the sect."

We have been here for two hundred and fifty years, and our family has only been here for fifty years, and in that period of history, it was only ten years."

"Then..., then I'll be back."

"With our strength, what can we do for the super sect?" Yu Hua was unimpressed.

The pollen in the dark night was like the eyes of a saint, and a picture flashed through her mind:

Kizawa used his spiritual thoughts to summon the ethereal yellow ribbon, which flew back in the wind and disintegrated on its own. The pollen floated into the forest and returned to the stamens where it belonged.

"Then you have to be admired by others."

"Yu Hua, the spiritual energy of the Cuiwei Realm is too strong. In just two hundred and fifty years, we have reached the peak of the late stage from the middle stage of integration."

"Husband, don't hurt my people, I will try my best to convince them."

There is a natural grotto in a towering green mountain. The man and woman meditating opened their eyes one after another.

"Not necessarily. The systems of cultivation are different. Chaoyang River System always has some unique techniques that are not available here."

He divided the divine essence into three parts. The first two parts were used to run the "Witch Way of Time" and the "Eternal Life Law" respectively; the third part was used to carve an invisible black hole in the trunk of the tree king and deduce the law of devouring.

"Okay, husband." The saint smiled sweetly, which was bright and touching in a different way.

When the wind blows, the sacred tree sways, the yellow flowers on it sway, the stamens tremble slightly, and the pollen they shake out floats into the air and goes with the wind.

Whether they were sleeping or awake, the mountain tribesmen changed to a sitting position with dull expressions, and they opened their hands as if to hug.

"If it's only fifty years, it'll be fine."

"Have you deceived everything?" The saint was stunned.

"Okay, tell them that if they dare to embarrass you, I will immediately raise troops and destroy the Jikushan tribe."

Shi Jing wanted to break free, but was unable to do so, so she had no choice but to let him be frivolous.

"Wait until you become a true king and then go back. This rare cultivation condition must be grasped well."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

"If you leave and leave me alone, how will you live?"

Old Monster Wen Feng relied on the 'Dafa of Endless Life' to become a semi-immortal in a small world with incomplete rules. I will definitely be able to surpass him and become an earthly immortal."

They crossed the sacred forest, crossed the river full of sand, and flew towards the large tribe of the Kiku Mountain Tribe.

Soon, when the beauty saw her hometown that she had not returned to for many years, mist could not help but form in her eyes, and her body began to tremble slightly.

The beauty stood up involuntarily and walked towards him, "Sit down." The saint was very obedient and did as she was told.

The man stretched out his right hand, held a smooth catkin, breathed lightly with his nose, and said frivolously: "It's so soft and fragrant!"

"Forget it, don't think about the future, it will only increase your worries. In the past two hundred and fifty years, as casual cultivators, we have been promoted so quickly using only spiritual crystals full of 'impurities'. You said, if you join a super sect, wouldn't it be

Want to reach the sky in one step?" Yi Mao sighed.

"This is indeed a blessed place. With our qualifications, if we were in Hongqing Realm, it would take at least five hundred years."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Shi Jing agreed gently.

The two lived happily for a year in the Forest of Time, enjoying nothing but cultivation. The saint's restraint on cultivation had been released, and as a wife, she had been completely conquered, and naturally she did not want to leave.

"The Cuiwei Realm belongs to the Feiyang River System, and the road to heaven is not cut off. If you don't go back, you might be able to ascend and become an immortal." Yimao made a bold idea.

"How about I hand over the Buddhist scriptures and promote Buddhism in the Cuiwei world?"

This genius of divine soul and wood-based Taoism actually carried forward the witchcraft and used pollen to extend the effective range of the sacred tree, deriving terrifying lethality.

"Close your eyes and I'll take you home." Kizawa said softly.

"Senior Brother Jin and Ou Jia should have gone to that period of history. I have calculated that the flow rate of time here is one to five, but it is the opposite.

My cultivation level is already slightly higher than yours, but I know that I am not your opponent yet. Just wait, the Witch Clan is just a stepping stone, I will get stronger and stronger.

"Okay, you say."

"I'm convinced. You are indeed an unparalleled strong man in the Wu clan. I never expected that the Bokabu clan would produce many capable people. There was Linge back then, and there is Mu Ze now. You are destined to be extraordinary." Shi Jing sighed.

"I've been thinking about this recently, and I've come up with a few. Can you please comment on which one is the most suitable?"

"Yes, but it is too difficult to become their disciple."

"You..., take the pollen back, I don't want to see it." The mist in the saint's eyes turned into tears and flowed down.

"As promised, you have to conquer me with your strength first." Shi Jing was a little flustered.

The black hole was bottomless, and its suction force exploded, swallowing all the energy into Kizawa's body, which had been assimilated into the divine tree. His spirit and cultivation began to rise.

"What?"

The next moment, the "wooden man" stood up, either took out his weapon, or went to the woodshed to find a kitchen knife, and then all pointed the blade at his own neck.

"Yeah, keep watching."

Time flies. On this day, he opened his eyes in the dark night and shot out two divine lights. They were so profound and dazzling that they became ordinary only after deliberately restraining them.

"Yeah, it's all for your sake. You take this gravel with you, hide in it as a last resort, and find an opportunity to fly back."

One day later, the tribesmen stopped chanting and the sacred tree stopped shaking. It slowly retracted its branches and returned to its original shape. The tree king in the center had disappeared, leaving only Mu Ze who was meditating on the spot.

The sound of pious chanting spread into the forest, and the sacred tree was stimulated. The tree body trembled, and the branches stretched and entwined, and they were all connected together. Kizawa transformed into the tree king, with him as the core, and all the sacred trees became his branches.

"Okay, come here and I'll prove it to you." The clone smiled confidently.

"Don't be afraid, beauty, it's just a change of posture. Tell me, how else do you want them to perform, I will satisfy you." The devil said softly.

"Are we ready for the wedding?" There was teasing, impulse and desire in Mu Ze's eyes.

"What if the other party doesn't want to?"

The next moment, under the horrified gaze of the saint, the entire sacred tree swayed, and black, white, and gray soul energy, as well as green wood-based spiritual energy, spread along the interconnected branches toward the center.

In the night, the breeze blew up the fallen leaves, forming a hemisphere, which slowly covered them both. The beautiful saint made the powerful true king become a real man.

"Didn't your master say that one day you will take refuge again? You can return to Buddhism and achieve the status of Bodhisattva."

His soul is already the same as the original one, at the peak level of the sixth middle stage, and his cultivation is half a step ahead of his opponent, reaching the peak of the early Mahayana stage.

"Dream, my life will be the end of the True King, but I am content with it. If you are a fool, you may be able to become a half-immortal." Yu Hua sighed.

The saint on the opposite side felt the sudden change and was shocked in her heart; Kizawa spent half a month to completely stabilize the realm of rapid advancement, regain his understanding of witchcraft, and do his best to incorporate more Taoism.

"Madam, you have forgotten that we are from far away. Feiyang and the Chaoyang River system have not heard of any contact. If you think about it carefully, you might be able to find something of interest to them from the skills of your hometown."

"Beauty, the show is about to begin." Kizawa laughed.

"Is it time to go back? If something happens to the wormhole and the white hole, we will be in big trouble." Yi Mao was a little worried.

"Ah! No!" Shi Jing screamed.

The meditating saint felt something, opened her beautiful eyes, Mu Ze smiled slightly and said: "Beauty, I want to have a bridal chamber with you tonight."

"If it's a sect of the same level, the level here is higher, and we don't have much to offer." Yu Hua was rather regretful.

After Shi Jing left, Mu Ze murmured: "Jin Ziming, the advantage of the clone is that every breakthrough you make will be known to me.

"Xiao Jing, take the photo stone from that night and go back to the Shan Clan and ask Lunding and the clan leader if they would like to form an alliance with the Bokabu Clan or be exterminated?"

"Do you want to die? There are only two orthodox sects here, and the others are all cults. If you find one, destroy the other. This way is absolutely impossible, don't even think about it."

"Then let me talk about the second one, how about Wang Hai's dual cultivation of good and evil and the 'honeycomb talisman carving method'?"

"This is interesting. Do you know how to engrave runes?"

"I don't know, I just heard Zi Ming mention this name." He was ashamed.
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