Natural fairy species

A monk shook off the bamboo hat on his head, his aura surged, and he rushed from the mediocre foundation building to the Nascent Soul stage.

The monks around him were on their backs, never expecting that there was a Nascent Soul Lord hidden in the crowd.

This person is low-key and dormant, but once he makes a move, he stuns the entire audience.

Even the battle between several Nascent Soul Lords was overshadowed by him.

"Besides me, there are actually Nascent Soul cultivators who have hidden cultivation and are hiding among them. The Blood Sea Sect has offended so many people!"

Bai Zichen saw that this person's cultivation was only in the early stage of Yuanying, but his true energy fluctuations were very powerful, no worse than many in the middle stage of Yuanying.

Especially this charged blow seems to be a special secret technique that affects the true meaning of the avenue.

Wherever it passes, the light is blurred and the sky and the earth are divided.

Even the floating light route cannot be captured.

Divine consciousness scanning and delusion-breaking spiritual eyes were all useless at this moment.

"I've obviously never seen this person before, so why does it give me a familiar feeling... Such an outstanding monk shouldn't have lost his impression after seeing him once."

This man's face is like a crown jade, his spirit is pure and his bones are beautiful, he looks like a pale green boy like the character in the painting, with first-class skin and bones.

The process of cultivating immortals invisibly improves their appearance.

Breakthroughs in major realms such as pill formation and infant transformation, as well as changes in the essence of life, all have the opportunity to reshape the physical body.

Therefore, among high-level monks, handsome men and beautiful women are not uncommon.

There are also many monks who follow their true intentions and believe that their appearance is determined by fate. Too much interference will only arouse heaven's jealousy and make it difficult to survive the disaster.

But being outstanding at this point is no longer something that can be achieved through acquired changes.

"Feng Moyun of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect! I saw his portrait when I was young. It is said that a large number of female cultivators are crazy about him... It turns out that he has become a Nascent Soul and has also arrived in the Southern Territory."

In the corner of his memory, Bai Zichen finally remembered this person.

The number one beast master in the Liang Kingdom and even in the Northern Territory, his talent in beast control is still higher than that of Fang Tiansheng, but his Tao practice is not as good as his senior brother.

It seems that in these years of disappearing, I have found a way to solve the shackles of practice and successfully broke through.

Bai Zichen heard Ge Cang say that the Spirit Control Manual of the Ten Thousand Beast Sect was very imperfect. After all, the founder was an unconstrained genius, but he himself had not yet reached the level of Nascent Soul.

It can only be said that it is a practice with unique ideas and great prospects, but there are many problems in its practice.

Fortunately, Fang Tiansheng appeared and improved the technique on the basis of his predecessors, making many dreams feasible, and this technique truly became the fundamental technique of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

True Lord Ge Cang had long lamented that if he had not been trapped in the Soul-Restraining Scripture, it would have been a high probability for Fang Tiansheng's talent to turn him into an infant.

It can only be said that the success is the Spirit-Restraining Scripture, and the failure is the Spirit-Restraining Scripture.

This is the price that small sect pioneers have to pay. The road ahead is uncertain and confused, so they can only force their way through.

And Feng Moyun happened to be the one who received the legacy of his predecessors. With his unparalleled talent in beast control, he formed a closed loop of the Spirit Control Scripture in his hand and successfully ascended to Nascent Soul.

As for Feng Moyun's appearance here, it is easy to understand. Many of his fellow sects, including Fang Tiansheng, committed suicide in front of the Blood God True Monarch and asked him for a way to survive in the Ten Thousand Beast Sect.

Regardless of the cause and effect, in Feng Moyun's heart, the Blood Sea Sect must have a deep hatred.

I went to the Southern Region for revenge and heard that the Blood Sea Sect was being besieged and attacked. It would be strange not to come and take a look.

True Monarch Blood God felt the danger, and with a flicker of his body, countless blood shadows were about to scatter in all directions.

Rarely fighting with others does not mean that Xuannv lacks the awareness of fighting skills.

The Huanxi Sect has its own secret technique, which allows the experience of each generation of Xuannv to be injected into the sea of ​​consciousness of the inheritors, and can be slowly absorbed after the cultivation level is improved.

Xuannv seized this fleeting opportunity and threw out the Nine Heavens Star Whip in her hand without any hesitation, turning it into thousands of star chains to trap the blood baby in it.

At the same time, Xuannv Yuanying appeared in the realm, and Ruoxi protected her body.

He chanted Qingci with a sincere expression. After three prostrations and six prostrations, a golden rope flew out.

A mouthful of life essence was sprayed on it, and the golden rope grew long in the wind. A rope appeared on each blood shadow, and it was tied firmly.

"The breath of the Nine Heavens... is a rare projection of the Zi Mansion, and you actually used it like this!"

The Blood God True Lord even changed several magical powers from the demon world, but none of them took effect, so he was finally panicked.

In his current state, he can successfully cultivate to Nascent Soul perfection in the sea of ​​blood.

By then, even if you encounter a powerful god-transformer, you are confident that you can escape with your life by relying on the magical powers of the demon world, as long as you don't run into those monster-level juniors.

In the past few years, I learned about the current situation in the world of immortality by digesting the memories of the two Nascent Soul Lords. I found that there was not even one active god-forming power in the world, and I immediately gained confidence.

Although the demon clan could not survive the vicissitudes of life and most of them perished, the transformed gods in the human world were not much better either.

The environment in this world is becoming increasingly harsh for monks above the level of gods.

Treasures of the Zifu Treasure level can only be possessed by monks at the top of the Demon Realm. Blood God True Monarch has only seen it twice from a distance.

Even if it is a projection, even if its true power is not stronger than a high-grade spiritual treasure, to a certain extent it has miraculous powers that even the Heavenly Spiritual Treasure does not have.

There are only three such golden ropes handed down from the Huanxi Sect, and today, the one in Xuannv's hand is the last one.

It has the characteristic of being a sure hit, no matter how high your cultivation level is or what magic weapon you have to protect yourself, even if you are not in this world.

As long as it is locked by the golden rope, it will be bound and cannot escape. It can only be broken by force.

True Lord Blood God was no exception and was trapped in place.

The floating light jumped in front of him, and all the blood shadows were cut into two pieces, as if they had been moved to different spaces.

Ten paths, a hundred paths... As more and more blood shadows were affected, a look of fear finally appeared on True Lord Blood God's face.

Whether it was the projection of the Zifu treasure or the sudden appearance of this Nascent Soul cultivator, they were beyond his expectation.

If in a few decades, it would not be a problem for Blood God True Lord who has grown to the perfection of Nascent Soul, but he is still only in the middle Nascent Soul stage now.

"Blood Demon God, Blood Light Protector!"

The Blood God True Monarch roared angrily, the body of the blood shadow burned, and the Nine Nether Fires ignited, expelling all the restraints that bound the body.

He directly used the possessed 'Blood God True Monarch' as ​​a nutrient and completely exhausted it. This magical power can only be used by the cultivator of the God Transformation.

Even if a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul performs the magic of disintegration of demons ten times in a row, it is impossible to raise his cultivation level to the threshold of using this magical power.

But as an old remnant of the previous era, the 'True Lord Blood God' possesses secret techniques that demonic monks cannot imagine.

More importantly, he burned Nascent Soul with a trace of true demonic energy and used it as a key to pry.

The golden ropes were broken, and the star chains were broken and flew around. They turned into star whips and returned to Xuannv's hands, but they were much dimmed.

The 'Blood God True Monarch' stretched out a white and tender palm from the bloody light. It was actually covered with blood and flesh, with distinct joints. He held the floating light with force that seemed to split the heaven and earth.

The white line flashed, a thin line formed on the palm, and the palm broke into two.

Another huge bloody hand grew and its five fingers worked together to pinch the floating light.

"What a good idea. The natal spirit beast and I are walking on the same path. The fusion of the two creates magical powers, which is almost equivalent to a blow from the late Nascent Soul..."

The Blood God True Monarch looked at the palm-sized floating dove in the giant blood-colored hand. It was struggling wildly. The bloody hand was covered with cuts and bruises, and it might collapse at any time.

He opened his mouth and shot out a blood needle, piercing the floating dove's eyes and turning into thousands of fine needles inside its body, pricking countless tiny blood holes.

The blood instantly stained Fuguangjiu's feathers all over his body. His neck tilted and he fell down, without any breath or movement.

A fourth-level low-grade spiritual beast died in the hands of True Lord Blood God.

After squeezing out the last bit of potential and burning the Nascent Soul, the Blood God True Monarch's strength is already comparable to that of some veteran Great True Monarchs.

Snapped!

He also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Xuannv, but an unhealable wound opened on the chest of 'True Lord Blood God', which was exactly the blow that Fu Guangjiu had given him before his death.

Feeling the power passing by quickly, he glared hatefully and turned into a blood shadow to escape.

Looking at the direction, it was heading further south, leaving the Blood Sea Sect behind.

In order to unlock the golden rope and the rare treasure, it looked like an understatement on the surface, but in reality, he used all possible means and invested his true energy in his body like a bottomless pit.

Feng Moyun turned pale and fell to his knees on the ground, coughing up blood.

The death of the natal spirit beast is a major blow to any beast master.

It is even more obvious for monks who practice the Spirit Controlling Scripture. It turns out that they are merging their origins and drawing on the power of their natal spiritual beasts.

Once you die, the backlash will naturally be greater.

With the departure of the ‘True Lord Blood God’, the Blood Sea Sect, which had the absolute upper hand, immediately found itself in a different situation.

The blood on the ground subsided, and the Huanxi Sect's battle formation was reorganized. Several Nascent Soul Lords who were at a disadvantage stabilized the situation.

The Nascent Soul God General, who was in the worst condition, was beaten bloody and scarred, suddenly drew out a flying sword and chopped off his head.

No one can imagine the impact of a powerful physical practitioner suddenly launching a delicate sword move.

He blocked the attack three or two times, and even trapped the opponent's Blood Sea Sect Nascent Soul in the sword light.

"There are many people who hide their clumsiness. This person's swordsmanship has been refined into silk, but it's useless to control it... This man is somewhat similar to me, but he is a rough and crazy physical practitioner hiding a master of swordsmanship. As for my identity, I hold the title of genius sword cultivator and have a powerful body like a five-crystal glazed body."

Bai Zichen became interested in this unknown general. With his swordsmanship and body training, his strength should be far more than this.

He deliberately hid his clumsiness and did not reveal his true level of swordsmanship at this time. It was obvious that even his fellow disciples did not know what he was good at.

In Bai Zichen's eyes, this acting skill was too poor, and the deliberately pretended swordsmanship was unnatural and coordinated.

From the sporadic changes in sword moves, one can see through the true realm of swordsmanship.

"You are lucky. I need to show my Nascent Soul cultivation now to be qualified to stand in this feast of Fenrunxue Hai Sect. You guys can go much more happily..."

Bai Zichen glanced at Ma Chengguang and the others who were at a loss. His aura was rising, and the strong energy and blood fluctuations were like a straight line of smoke, soaring into the sky.

boom! boom! boom! boom!

In the blink of an eye, he punched four times in a row, one for each of the four Dan-Jie cultivators.

There were four simultaneous sounds of falling to the ground, all of which were caused by his sternum breaking inch by inch and his eyes staring out.

The monks in the field were in an uproar. When did the Nascent Soul Master come to such a large number, and another person lowered his cultivation level and hid in the crowd.