The Earth Conquers All Worlds

The map projected by the system in front of him turned into light blue dots and disappeared into the air.

"Counting Dao is a subject of immortality that is deduced from the innate hexagrams of immortal cultivators and the big data of modern civilization. It is extremely difficult. Up to now, I have never met a player who specializes in counting Dao."

Zhao Shi sat cross-legged silently at an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, with killing intent: "However, this must be based on cultivating immortals, and it must be to integrate one's soul into the heaven and earth, and align one's heart with the sky's heart, which is extremely fragile. when."

The current Cangqing is still a strange world for the players. There is a lack of data in all aspects, there are no satellites in the sky, and there are no aura observatories on the ground. The role of big data on the scientific side is extremely limited.

A bright red light spot appeared in the sky, and suddenly enlarged to a size of 1,500 kilometers, forming a sea of ​​blood rolling in waves, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged.

Bloody radiance sprinkled the earth.

"Blood star!"

The mortals and monsters on the ground were shocked to find a red star hundreds of times bigger than the sun suddenly appeared in the sky. They felt inexplicable chills in their hearts, and couldn't help kneeling down to the sky in fear.

Amidst the crashing waves, Zhao Shi's consciousness spread out little by little, spread out in all directions with himself as the center, and soon crossed the range of the sea of ​​blood.

Continue to unfold, 1,800 kilometers, 2,000 kilometers, 2,500 kilometers...

The distance of consciousness cannot be equal to the distance of attack. Zhao Shi's ability to project power will decrease every time he moves away from the range of more than 1,500 kilometers.

At 2,000 kilometers, it would be impossible to kill a Concentrating Realm Immortal Cultivator, and after 2,500 kilometers, it could barely kill a mosquito.

The scope of spiritual consciousness continued to spread, and continued to spread, until it reached about four thousand kilometers.

At this distance, not to mention the power projection ability, even the detection ability of the divine sense has begun to appear blurred. It can be seen clearly in a large range, but the accuracy has dropped to below 100 meters.

The excessive extension of consciousness made Zhao Shi's soul start to feel a bit of heart-pounding pain, and he had to stop his expanded consciousness.

The sea of ​​blood was rampant, and the aura of heaven and earth was in turmoil, but his heart lake was peaceful, and his heart was emptied, completely entering a state of no thought and no thought.

The sound of the wind, the flow of the wind, is much larger than the flow and undulations of the water waves. It changes rapidly and has no upper and lower boundaries. It will soon be mixed with the wind from other directions.

The surrounding aura is also clearly visible in his mind, blue water aura, green wood aura, yellow earth aura, red fire aura, and white metal aura.

The auras of the five attributes are mixed together to form a vast and boundless ocean of auras. They change with the flow of the waves of the sea of ​​blood, forming a picture scroll like colorful silk.

Suddenly, a light gray thread appeared in this picture scroll, and it disappeared in a flash.

"Got you!"

In the midst of the strong killing intent, the sky and the earth suddenly went dark, and the icy sea of ​​blood and sword intent enveloped the area with a radius of more than 4,000 kilometers, causing the light gray silk thread to reappear.

A crimson soul sword emerged, fixing the thin light gray thread that was struggling and twisting like a little snake, cutting it into two pieces.

The ear-piercing screams of the soul resounded in the empty sky, carrying extreme pain and hatred, as if someone had pierced the fingernails of the ten fingers with a thin needle, and then pulled them out.

"Ah! How dare you, I will kill you! I will..."

However, Zhao Shi's attack was not limited to that. The little gray snake that had been cut in two raised crimson blood flames, and quickly spread to the surrounding area.

Like a spider web being lit, it quickly burned away the wide gray network that appeared around it, and swept away the slight and inexplicable pressure that had been pressing on Zhao Shi's heart.

Not only that, after burning the gray net on the top of Zhao Shishitou, the red flames containing Zhao Shishi's sky-level blood sea sword intent burned along a thin line to a distant place, and soon disappeared.

Zhongyu, formerly known as Xingchen Pavilion, is the Dazong Office of Zhongyu where monks in the late Yuanying period sit.

Located on the highest observatory, there was a sudden painful roar.

"Zhao Shi, trash, bastard, I want to kill you!"

On the observatory was a young man with big ears who was in the early stage of Jindan, whose mana was in harmony with the heaven and earth. His expression, which was calm like a fairy, disappeared, and his face was twisted and wrinkled, revealing bloodstains, which was extremely terrifying.

He held his head tightly with both hands and rolled all over the floor, with traces of blood flowing out of his mouth, nose and eyes.

"Fate! What's wrong with you?"

The teenagers around him who had an aura similar to that of heaven and earth were taken aback, they quickly lifted him up, and input mana to stabilize the manic aura in his body.

With the help of a power from the same source, his life finally came back a little bit, but his aura suddenly dropped a lot, his spirit was broken, and it would take at least five or six years to repair it.

After a while, his blood-stained face calmed down due to the violent distortion, and his eyes calmed down: "Bai, it's Zhao Shi, you inform Yuan Qianjun that Zhao Shi has seen through my surveillance, you let him think about it for himself." Method."

His eyes were full of fear, and he felt lingering fear. No wonder the secret of fate mentioned the consequences of backlash among all the collected inheritances.

Ordinary immortal cultivators, even those in the Nascent Soul stage, would undoubtedly die under such backlash.

He is still alive now, and it only takes five or six years to repair it, all with the help of the system.

"Can't monitor Zhao Shi anymore?"

Bai was taken aback, did not dare to delay, and quickly notified Yuan Qianjun of this information.

As the only group war sky-level king who has been promoted to the golden core stage so far, Yuan Qianjun has an important position in their planning and must not be lost.

Fate can't control these, and said coldly: "We must report to the Central Committee immediately. Zhao Shi is an unexpected variable. We must use all our strength to kill him immediately."

"Bai, you have to help me, there is a flaw in my way of secrets, a permanent flaw, he must be completely eliminated."

His face was ferocious and cold, and his murderous intent fluctuated, causing the surroundings to fall into an abyss of extreme cold.

"It's not easy. The current player power is still weak in front of the natives."

Bai pondered for a while: "However, the combination of the two of us, plus the four of us who have been jumping up and down in the past few days, we have some confidence..."

In the southern region, Zhao Shi, who was at an altitude of 10,000 meters, didn't pay attention to a mere early-stage golden core king. He stared at a certain place in the sky, and turned into a red sword light and flew into the distance, with murderous intent.

"Yuan Qianjun, I finally found you, I miss you so much."

His Blood Sea Sword Intent found a point in the light gray network, where tens of thousands of Condensed Realm players gathered.

It was an area he had passed by and scanned several times before, but each time it happened to be 10,000 kilometers away, allowing them to hide in the past.

The several roads are indeed the most mysterious and unpredictable paths of cultivating immortals in the hearts of players and Cangqing natives. They are truly mysterious.

The next time you see this player, you must kill him until you become a mortal. This kind of power cannot be held by anyone other than him.