Author: mbucc

In the hundred years since the beginning of the world, Mouton has not improved his world through sacrifice.

He is channeling soul beasts. Soul beasts can advance as their masters advance, especially in the master's world.

Ninth-grade soul beasts can open up the mysterious world. If the soul beast before the ninth-grade can participate in the advancement of the monk's own world, it will be of great help to the ninth-grade promotion and the opening up of the mysterious world.

And if there are soul beasts participating in the sacrifice and refining in the Cave Heaven World, the Cave Heaven World can also obtain a copy of the soul beast's virtual and real Dao Yun, which will have more foundation and stronger power.

It's just a waste of a mere hundred years to wait for the soul beast to be conquered and improve the cave world. It's a good deal.

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 flash 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! A formation disk could not withstand the continuous intensive attacks and cracked a gap.

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 treasure was refining three times faster.

This is his true blood, and he has suffered a huge loss this time. If Qing Yuan is not slaughtered, all the resources will be exhausted, and there is no way he can 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 and lightning, and a mountain torrent rushed towards 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! Open it! Open it!

The moment Feng Yiju broke through the two square arrays, the cave world suddenly opened up. It expanded rapidly and enveloped the surrounding land in an instant.

Feng Yiju broke away from the formation and rushed out, only to see that the scene around him had 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 will 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 was not over.

I usually practice Taoism and cultivate my mind, so I can look at it indifferently without thinking about it. Today, I was suppressed and beaten by Feng Yiju for another day, and my anger started to rise.

"How do you want to die?" He looked down at Feng Yiju.

He will never care about this or that like Feng Yiju did three hundred years ago, and dare not kill anyone. Feng Yiju will die today!

Who knows what kind of accident will happen if you let him go? Maybe Feng Yiju will beat him to death on the spot next time he meets again?

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 my Qingyuan Formation Flag is inserted into 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 vein-like lines instantly surged in all directions.

Mouton suddenly felt that his control over that area had disappeared.

His face suddenly changed, so he asked the strong man to cut off his wrist and cut off the 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 Judgment?"

Mouton's face 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 midst of the electric light and flint, Mouton had already drawn a talisman on his fingers, intending to cut off Feng Yiju and the boundary. But he suddenly discovered that he could not sense the boundary at all.

It seems like it doesn't exist there at all. How to cut things that don't exist?

Not only that, he found that his true energy and the power of the world were completely sealed in this moment, and he could not use it at all!

The drawn talisman dissipated instantly.

In the Sky-Stepping Realm, in essence, the monk is the world, and the world is the monk. When the formation flag is inserted into the world, it is as if it is inserted into his body, and the whole person is out of control.

But at this moment, Feng Yiju slapped the sword box, and four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are named Zhou, and they have cut through spring, summer, autumn and winter, throughout the ages!" He pointed his halberd, and the four swords shot into all directions of the world in an instant. Four sword holes suddenly appeared on Mouton's body, and blood flowed out.

The monks are one with heaven and earth. 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 full of fear. The injury didn't matter, he couldn't feel the time in the cave world changing!

Feng Yiju patted the sword box again, and four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are named Yu, cutting 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! Fellow Feng Daoist, spare my life! May I

Don’t dare to step into Dongyun again if you return!”

Crazy! Crazy!

Elders have long told us not to easily bring outsiders into our own world. Why don’t we listen? Why don’t we listen!

He even managed to capture the enemy!

This Feng Yiju is not right, he is by no means an ordinary demon-turning limit. 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 world of the Monk’s Cave Heaven so 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 Pure Land, cutting through earth, water, wind and fire!"

The throne under Mouton collapsed in an instant, 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 the four swords of Pure Land were shot out. 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 face, 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 want to force me to refine the genius treasure to ascend to the cave world!"

He has never sacrificed to the cave world since the creation of heaven. He only waited for the soul beasts to arrive and sacrifice 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 said with a smile: "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? What's the use of such a waste world if you can't make any progress after transplanting?"
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