Cultivating the Dao, Starting with Farming

Just as Li Mu and Feng Wuhen were recovering their mana and discussing countermeasures, whether to assist Chen Daojun or Feng Daojun first, the battlefield in the distance suddenly changed.

I saw Xue Wei's death, which suddenly alarmed You Yuan and Luo Yan.

The two of them reached a certain tacit understanding and used secret techniques to escape.

I saw You Yuan's figure swaying, and black dragon scales appeared all over his body. Accompanied by waves of deep dragon roars, his body seemed to merge with the undercurrent in the void, turning into a twisted black shadow at an astonishing speed. Tens of thousands of miles were covered almost in the blink of an eye.

The secret escape technique performed by You Yuan is the unique talent of the Demon Dragon Clan. Combined with his own Mahayana cultivation, he created a supreme escape technique - Dark Abyss Dragon Shadow Escape, even for powerful people who are also Mahayana Dao Lords. , and it is difficult to capture its whereabouts.

As for Luo Yan, as the Taoist Lord of the ghost tribe, he used his special skill - "Ghost Shadow Clone Technique". The entire battlefield was suddenly shrouded in a strange ghostly aura, and his body instantly split into several pieces. There are thousands of ghosts, and each ghost has a similar aura, making it difficult to distinguish the authenticity. These ghost clones are not only extremely fast, but also have certain combat capabilities. They attack, confuse, or cover. They are Luo Yan's Escape bought precious time.

"Want to escape!"

Seeing this, Chen Qingxuan's eyes flashed with a cold light, he snorted coldly, and his figure instantly rose up, like a swordsman coming to earth, and the Geng Jin Dao sword flew out in his hand, and his whole body merged with the Geng Jin Dao sword, and the sword light was like a sword. The Milky Way poured out, with its indestructible sharpness and majestic sword energy, chasing You Yuan in the direction of his escape.

Chen Qingxuan relied on his profound understanding of the sword to carve out a path of pursuit in the space fluctuations left by You Yuan's "Dark Abyss Dragon Shadow Escape".

On the other side, looking at Luo Yan's overwhelming ghost clones, Feng Yiqing was not to be outdone.

Feng Yi and the Qingyuan Dao Sword turned into a blue torrent, cutting through the ghost clones one after another, and then pursued Luo Yan's true body, chasing thousands of miles away in the blink of an eye.

Two Mahayana sword cultivators, one used the power of Gengjin to cut through the void; the other used the spirit of the blue kite to control the wind and thunder. They each used their unique skills and pursued them closely, vowing to drive away and kill the two demon abyss domain lords.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen in the distance signaled to Li Mu, wielded the Qinghong Dao Sword, and took the lead in pursuing the sword.

Li Mu quickly collected the Taoist weapon - Wanjian Mountain, the array weapon - Nine Star Formation Tablet, and the Zixiao Formation Diagram. He used Xiaobai, who had just recovered, to perform the time and space escape technique, and followed closely behind.

This battle concerning the safety of the spiritual world has reached its most critical moment.

Li Mu's figure flashed, leaving a series of afterimages in the void, and then disappeared. The next moment, the distance between him and Feng Wuhen quickly shortened. The two of them moved forward and backward, sword light and escape light Complement each other.

Just as the two were chasing after each other, a fierce collision of spiritual energy suddenly came from the front. Apparently, Feng Yi had encountered the true form of Luo Yan, the Taoist Lord of the Ghost Tribe.

Not long after, the two of them chased each other to the battlefield. At this moment, Luo Yan had consumed a lot of his original power, and his ghost clone technique seemed to be beyond his capabilities. His real body was even more weak, and he was obviously at the end of his strength.

Feng Yi wielded the Qingyuan Dao Sword. The sword contained the power of wind and thunder, and accompanied by the sound of heaven and earth, the sword never left Luo Yan's vitals.

Luo Yan dodged one after another and did not fight with him. At the same time, he did not hesitate to burn his soul and used forbidden methods just to escape.

"Thousands of souls are burning, the ghost king is devouring souls, appears!"

Luo Yan roared in pain, his cultivation aura plummeted, the ghost bloodline in his body was forcibly awakened, and an ancient and powerful force spurted out from his body.

The next moment, the entire star field was shrouded in a thick layer of ghost mist. Countless dark ghost shadows emerged from Luo Yan's body and quickly condensed into hundreds of thousands of ghost kings. Their eyes were red and they made shrill whistles from their mouths. , they actually began to devour each other. After each ghost king devoured the same kind, its figure would expand a bit, and its momentum would also increase dramatically.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of thousands of ghost kings were reduced to a few thousand, and the surviving ghost kings' army had solid souls and was as huge as a hill, exuding a terrifying and terrifying pressure. They no longer devour disorderly, but seem to follow some ancient law and attack Feng Yi in an organized manner, creating more opportunities for Luo Yan to escape.

Facing the sudden army of ghost kings, Feng Yi showed no fear in his eyes, but instead ignited a more fervent fighting spirit. At the same time, part of his attention fell on Luo Yan.

Luo Yan paid a huge price just for this moment. His figure was twisted and almost turned into nothingness, leaving only a vague ghost shadow. With the help of the cover of the Ghost King's army, he tried to escape again.

How could Feng Yi let him succeed so easily? Qingyuan Dao sword trembled slightly, and his whole body turned into a wisp of wind on his neck, arriving in an instant.

"Wind Spirit Sword Domain, Wind and Thunder Slash!"

Following Feng Yi's low shout, the sword energy soared like a dragon for nine days. With destructive power, a sword energy containing the power of wind and thunder pierced the sky, forcibly opening a passage in the ghost king's army, and accurately locked on Luo Yan's figure.

However, Luo Yan had already sensed it, and his body twisted again, retreating into the ghost mist, blending into the surrounding darkness, making it difficult for Feng Yi's sword energy to capture its exact location for a while.

"Go to hell!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Yan's figure suddenly appeared on Feng Yi's left side. He didn't know when there was a dark ghost flag in his hand. It was wrapped with strands of ghost power. It was obviously an extremely evil thing. magic weapon.

Luo Yan waved the ghost flag fiercely, and suddenly, endless ghosts and spirits poured out from the flag, joined the ghost king army, and formed an airtight black giant net, completely swallowing Feng Yi.

"Wind Spirit Sword Domain, Nine Heavens Thundering!" Feng Yi shouted in a low voice, and the sword was displayed, turning into a giant green phoenix, soaring in this black giant net.

The green phoenix transformed by the Qingyuan Dao Sword, with wings spread thousands of feet long, flashing with the light of wind and thunder, carrying sharp sword energy, quickly shuttled between ghosts and spirits, and the ghost king army. Every time it flapped its wings, it was accompanied by deafening thunder and whistling wind, obliterating the ghosts that passed by.

Feng Yi's mind and the Qingyuan Dao Sword were completely united, and the killing intent reached an unprecedented height at this moment. Hundreds, thousands, batches of ghosts and spirits, and ghost kings became the dead souls under his sword.

However, Luo Yan had already taken advantage of this brief chaos and used the most secret escape technique - "Netherworld Escape Shadow". Under the cover of the black giant net, his body seemed to have turned into nothingness, leaving only a faint ghost wave, and quickly escaped to the depths of the star field.

At the moment of attack, a sharp sword light cut through the sky from the other end of the star field, shocking people like a comet impact.

"Want to run! Get out!"

Feng Wuhen's voice was as cold as ice, and he drove the Qinghong Dao Sword in an instant, drawing a perfect arc in the void, spanning thousands of miles, and directly cutting off Luo Yan's retreat.

Feng Wuhen's sudden appearance made Luo Yan's heart sink suddenly, and he was forced to escape to the original place.

I thought that with the cover of the ghost flag and the ghost king's army, plus the escape technique of "Netherworld Escape Shadow", I could find a glimmer of hope, but I never expected that Feng Wuhen could track me so quickly.

Facing Feng Wuhen's sharp sword intent, Luo Yan knew that he could no longer escape safely, not to mention that at this moment, he had consumed a lot of energy in the previous battle, his origin was almost exhausted, and his cultivation was greatly damaged.

However, the pride of the Mahayana Domain Lord and his instinct for survival made Luo Yan unwilling to give up. With his ghost energy surging, he decided to make a final struggle.

Luo Yan resolutely looked at the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner that had accompanied him in the battle for nearly ten thousand years, and quickly formed seals with both hands. The magic power of the Mahayana ghost clan was stimulated as much as possible, and a more violent force than before was injected into it.

"Ten thousand ghosts burn souls and bury immortals!"

Luo Yan's voice echoed in the empty sky and earth, with a sense of determination and tragedy. As his words fell, the trillions of ghosts that were originally sleeping on the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner were awakened in an instant. They wailed or roared, as if they felt the upcoming fate.

On the surface of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, ghost energy lingered, gradually condensing into a dark vortex. In the center of the vortex, there was a faint light flickering, which was the anger and resentment of countless dead souls. Luo Yan's eyes were bloodshot. This attack would be his last trump card and his only hope of escape.

"Feng Wuhen, today I will use this Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner as the price to make you die a miserable death and your soul fall!" Luo Yan roared loudly, and at this moment, all his magic power was injected into the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner without reservation.

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner could not withstand this huge force and began to wail, but then, the wail was replaced by a more violent roar.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise that shook the earth, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner suddenly exploded under Luo Yan's control.

In an instant, the sky and the earth changed color, dark clouds gathered, and a strong wind rose. Countless resentful ghosts broke free from the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner. They were no longer in the bound form as before, but turned into real entities, carrying overwhelming resentment and power, and rushed towards Feng Wuhen.

Seeing this, Feng Wuhen's face changed drastically. He didn't expect Luo Yan to be so determined that he was willing to self-destruct his own life weapon.

Feng Wuhen retreated violently, and the Qinghong Dao Sword in his hand turned into thousands of sword shadows, like the Milky Way pouring down, constantly resisting the overwhelming torrent of ghost shadows.

The power generated by the self-detonation of the Ten Thousand Ghost Banner was beyond imagination. Each ghost shadow contained extremely strong demonic nature. Even for a strong man like him, Feng Wuhen had to go all out, fearing that they would penetrate everywhere and invade his soul, thus being infected with the inner demon.

Seeing that Feng Wuhen was successfully entangled, Luo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. While feeling sad for his life weapon, he took the opportunity to seize this fleeting opportunity. His figure instantly disappeared from the spot, leaving only a tiny space crack to prove his existence.

As the space crack closed quickly, as if no one had ever escaped, even Feng Wuhen's keen perception could not capture Luo Yan's exact location for a while.

Just when Feng Wuhen and Feng Yi thought that Luo Yan had escaped and were furious and took it out on the ghost, his figure fled back in fear like a stray dog.

Feng Wuhen was overjoyed, but Feng Yi was stunned.

Luo Yan was chased by a small figure, and there was no way up or down. The small figure was Li Mu's imperial insect.

"What is that? Elder Li's imperial insect? Why is he so afraid of an insect?" Feng Yi noticed Feng Wuhen's expression. He obviously knew the situation and asked with concern.

At this time, Li Mu's figure had already appeared and was rushing towards them. Feng Yi suddenly realized that Luo Yan was chased by his imperial insect and had nowhere to hide. However, why would a great Mahayana Taoist be afraid of a seventh-level spiritual insect? It was like meeting a natural enemy. The reason behind this puzzled him.

"This insect of Elder Li's is no ordinary creature. It is a soul-eating butterfly insect that feeds on souls. It was refined into a spirit by Elder Li, and now it has survived the true spirit thunder tribulation. It is no trivial matter! I don't know the specific reasons, so you should ask Elder Li yourself!" Feng Wuhen explained with a smile, and then looked in a certain direction.

The next moment, Li Mu's figure flashed, revealing his figure, and then he quickly flew to Feng Wuhen and Feng Yi.

"Feng Daojun, this strange insect was obtained by me in my early years. It has the ability to devour souls, but its combat power is relatively weak. It has been pampered for hundreds of years. The reason why it can be effective today is that the opponent is a demon abyss ghost clan. Although he is a great Taoist, he happened to be restrained by Xiaobai." Li Mu smiled slightly and explained to Feng Yi modestly.

"Really! I think this insect's ability is definitely not this!" Feng Yi smiled without saying a word, his consciousness was all on the field, and the scene of Xiaobai chasing Luo Yan was extremely brutal.

The palm-sized poisonous insect has a terrifying soul control power, its body is extremely hard, and its speed is not inferior to that of high-level demon birds. Even if it is not a ghost clan, soul body, it is difficult to escape from such a peerless vicious insect.

I saw Xiaobai flexibly shuttle in the air, waving its wings as thin as cicada wings, turning into a stream of light, accompanied by a soul-trembling wave, that was its unique soul-devouring field spreading, making people's souls shake.

Even though Feng Yi had an amazing cultivation base and the soul of a Mahayana cultivator was eternal, he was still shocked by its soul-devouring power, which showed its ferocity.

Although Luo Yan was a Mahayana Taoist with profound cultivation, he seemed so powerless in front of Xiaobai's almost unsolvable soul-devouring ability. He kept performing escape techniques to try to get rid of this fatal pursuit, but Xiaobai's speed was always one step ahead of him before he changed his position, as if he could see the opportunity first and predict his trajectory.

Luo Yan was chased and had nowhere to escape. At the same time, a large amount of soul power gushed out of his body and poured into Xiaobai's mouth in an endless stream.

At this moment, Xiaobai seemed to be enjoying a game of chasing. His whole body was emitting abundant fluorescence. His black eyes flashed with greed and excitement. He chased calmly, declaring his absolute control over the hunt.

"Elder Li is too modest. Xiaobai forced the Mahayana Daojun into a desperate situation so easily. How can his strength be described as "spoiled"? Not to mention, it can restrain the strange and powerful existence of the Demon Abyss Ghost Clan. Such a strange insect is rare!" Feng Wuhen laughed and teased, expressing his sincere admiration for Li Mu's ability to hide his shortcomings.

Not to mention Xiaobai, the many high-level thunder talismans he used this time were enough to make any Mahayana cultivator look sideways. Li Mu's cultivation and methods left a deep impression in his heart.

The three chatted and laughed, watching Xiaobai chasing Luo Yan continuously, gradually forcing him into a desperate situation, and finally being swallowed by him. It was a pity that the Mahayana Daojun ended up like this.

As Luo Yan fell, the tense atmosphere in the air gradually dissipated, replaced by a faint sense of relief.

Xiaobai burped several times, his belly was bloated, as if he was bursting, and flew into Li Mu's arms, drooping his head, closing his eyes, and fell into a deep sleep. (End of this chapter)