The Great Way of Simplification: From perfecting the magic of archery to becoming a true immortal

This breath covers the sky and the earth.

this moment.

In the entire Shen Yun space, all the foundation-building stages, as well as the two monks who had just advanced to the golden elixir stage, were lying on the ground, as if there was a huge mountain above their heads.

"Kneel down, old man!"

The Nascent Soul stage spiritual figure was floating in the void, and terrifying pressure was pressing down on Lin Changsheng like a mountain.

"No! The spiritual thoughts of the Yuanying Stage monks!"

Feeling the majestic pressure of spiritual thoughts, Lin Changsheng felt horrified in his heart, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

this moment.

He only felt a terrifying pressure being exerted on himself. This terrifying pressure made his bones rattle and he could hardly breathe.

Lin Changsheng did not expect that after killing this young man in golden robe, he would be protected by the spiritual thoughts of a Nascent Soul monk.

At this moment, a boundless power suddenly emitted from the starry sky, and that terrifying power swept towards the Nascent Soul Stage Divine Mind.

The Nascent Soul Stage Divine Thought was bombarded by terrifying power, and instantly its body disintegrated, turned into nothingness, and disappeared in an instant.

"It's prohibited by the rules of Taixu Palace! Hateful!"

"Little bastard! If you dare to kill my Tianyin grandson, I will extract your soul and refine your soul so that you will not be reincarnated!"

An angry and resentful voice sounded in the space.

"so close!"

Lin Changsheng watched the figure dissipate and felt a cold sweat running down his back. The terrifying pressure just now was really terrifying.

Unable to resist.

That kind of pressure was like a mountain crashing down, and it was impossible to withstand it.

"My cultivation level is still too low. I must speed up and try my best to improve it!"

Lin Changsheng made up his mind, stretched out his hand to grab it, bent down and took off the storage bag from Su Mu's waist. Then, under the eyes of many monks, he took out the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, put away his soul, and finally put it away. He got up his physical body, and without saying a word, headed for the door in the space.

All this is a long story, but in fact it only happens in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, three peak foundation-building stage monks chased after Lin Changsheng. They were protecting Holy Son Beimu!

"This Lin Changsheng is simply too strong. He actually killed the Golden Core Stage with his seventh-level cultivation at the Foundation Establishment Stage! This is not an ordinary Golden Pill Stage!"

"It's enough to kill the golden elixir. The key point is that this monk is from the Beimu Immortal Clan, and he actually has the divine will of Nascent Soul in his body! His identity is absolutely extraordinary!"

"I heard that this person seems to be the Holy Son of Beimu. If he kills the Holy Son of Beimu, even if Lin Changsheng escapes to the horizon, it will be in vain. He is finished."

"It is indeed the strongest foundation-building period. Killing golden elixirs is like searching for something. If we can have a few more geniuses like Lin Changsheng in the southern region, why worry about Beimu and the evil sea demon cultivator?"

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Many monks were shocked when they saw Lin Changsheng killing Beimu's Holy Son Su Mu with every move he made.

"Oh my God, the Holy Son has fallen."

"Something big happened."

Beimu Saint Bairen looked at Lin Changsheng's leaving figure, with a look of horror in her exotic eyes.

She knew in her heart that Su Mu, the Holy Son of Emperor Mu, was the grandson of Divine Master Tianyin. Because of his extremely high talent, he was highly favored by Immortal Emperor Beimu and was given many resources. Divine Master Tianyin left the Nascent Soul stage in his body. of divine thoughts.

With the innate spiritual roots of Holy Son Muhuang, it is inevitable that he will advance to the Nascent Soul stage in the future.

But now, Holy Son Muhuang has died in Taixu Palace. How can the anger of Divine Master Tianyin be calmed down?

Originally, the Holy Son of Emperor Mu had a guardian of the Golden Core and Foundation Establishment stages beside him.

However, the golden elixir-stage guardian monks could not enter the foundation-building stage area, and the three peak-stage foundation-building stage monks did not react at all when faced with the murder of Su Mu, the emperor's son.

As Lin Changsheng left.

Many foundation-building monks left the Enlightenment Hall one after another.

At this moment.

Taixu Hall, Yuanying District.

"You little bastard, even if I chase you to the end of the world, I will catch you and cut you to pieces!"

An old man wearing a golden robe, exuding a majestic aura, stood in a large hall, his face was extremely ugly, and his eyes showed a look of resentment and anger.

A powerful aura suddenly spread across Shi Fang.

Tian Yin is the divine master of the Beimu Immortal Clan and is in the middle of the Nascent Soul Stage. His grandson Su Mu is his pride and his hope. Now, he is actually killed by this ant in the Foundation Establishment Stage. How can he not be angry? ?

The spiritual thoughts he left on his grandson were only for monitoring and intimidation.

But just now it was destroyed by the ban of Taixu Palace.

"Master Tianyin, what happened?"

Next to Divine Master Tianyin, a tall man who was about 40 years old, with a bald head, bulging muscles, looked at Divine Master Tianyin, frowned, and asked.

The aura exuding from this person is similar to that of Divine Master Tianyin, both of whom are at the middle stage of Nascent Soul cultivation.

"The Holy Son has fallen."

Divine Master Tianyin sat slumped on the ground.

"this"

"Did I make a mistake? In the foundation building area, who has the ability to kill the Holy Son?"

Li Li's eyes flashed when he heard this, and he asked in disbelief.

As far as he knows.

The Holy Son of Emperor Mu was a young prodigy who was as famous as the Saint of Beimu among the Beimu Immortal Clan. His aptitude was the Gold Element Heavenly Spiritual Root, and his cultivation was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage. How could he be killed in the Foundation Establishment Area? !

"The image transmitted back by my spiritual thoughts is that of a monk from the Southern Region! The seventh level of foundation building! At that time, Mu'er realized that the golden elixir had just advanced to the golden elixir!"

"When I get out from here, I will catch this person to the ends of the earth!"

Divine Master Tianyin almost gritted his teeth.

"This is the seventh floor of the foundation building period."

Hearing this, Mo Li had a shocked look on his face.

Holy Son Beimu was a talented young man with a single spiritual root. He was a leader at the same level in cultivation, but he was actually killed by a seventh-level monk in the Foundation Establishment Stage. Who would believe this?

Beimu Immortal Clan.

It is located in the north of the Immortal Relic Land.

It is bitter cold, mostly a land of yellow sand, and a small part is an ice field, with a lack of resources. This is why the Beimu Immortal Clan monks have wanted to invade the Southern Territory for generations.

Yuhan Immortal City is one of the ten main Immortal Cities of the Beimu Immortal Clan. The Immortal City is filled with huge white castles stretching for thousands of miles.

at this time.

In the middle of this castle that stretches thousands of miles, there is a white jade square with a radius of several thousand feet.

A giant beast with a height of one hundred feet, a snake head, a turtle body, and long spikes on its back was lying on the square, exuding waves of mysterious aura.

In front of this giant beast, densely packed members of the Beimu Immortal Clan were kneeling. They all looked pious and chanted obscure scriptures.

at this time.

There is a space of thirty feet in the belly of this giant beast.

A pale white shadow swayed on a pitch-black giant soul-inhabiting tree that was three feet long and three feet thick. He stared at the cracks on a black sign in front of him, showing disbelief.

This pale white shadow is like a miniature version of the giant beast outside!

"The Holy Son has fallen, this!?"

"Damn it! Who killed him? Cut off my life?"

The phantom of the giant beast speaks human words, with an expression of anger, annoyance, despair, and ever-changing resentment.