Unlimited Adaptation

Two months later.

The Luo Prison Realm, the ninth ring area, is the bustling core center where many top forces gather, including Linglan Holy Palace.

Yan Xing, no, it should be the ninth young master of the Holy Palace after "dressing up".

Because Xumi realm monks have complete control over flesh and blood particles, they can reconstruct particle combinations from the most microscopic level to achieve ever-changing effects.

Not to mention the same humanoid creatures, even flowers, plants, trees, snakes, insects, rats, ants, or even a piece of dog shit, if you want, you can make them lifelike and lifelike.

The only thing that cannot be changed is the light of the origin of life and the unique fluctuation of consciousness, which is difficult to satisfy the perception of the strong. However, Yan Xing has dual force fields as a means of shielding, and he is still very good at concealment. As long as the other party does not forcefully break into his body, they will not be able to discover whether he is real or fake.

"It's finally here."

With a smile in his eyes, Yan Xing stood in front of a towering sacred mountain. The headquarters of Linglan Holy Palace was just above the clouds on the top of the mountain. He wore a hollow gold mask on his face, which was exactly the same as the Ninth Young Master.

He had read the memory of Master Ninth before, so he could make it perfect in terms of behavior and habits. In addition, he also took the other party's identity certificate. Because of his special status in the Holy Palace, he can go to almost all places. Including the treasure house.

This is the purpose of Yan Xing's trip.

A killing spree at the border, revenge, discovery of anger, that's pretty much it. Traveling trillions of kilometers away, arriving at the Linglan Holy Palace through numerous teleportation arrays was certainly not just for fun.

Through the memory of the Ninth Young Master, he learned that there were many treasures in the Linglan Holy Palace's treasure house, including the source of truth that he needed most. By coincidence, the Ninth Young Master was qualified to enter the treasure house.

How could he not be moved by this?

"Ahem!"

Yan Xing cleared his throat, adjusted his mood, and quickly entered the role. His breath became soft and cold, exuding an invisible majesty, and he strode towards the foot of the mountain.

"At this time point, most of the powerful people inside Linglan Holy Palace have gone out to rush for the fog wave, which is conducive to my actions."

Buzz!

Sensing the approach of the creatures, the defensive barrier outside the door at the foot of the mountain automatically appeared, and endless secret patterns flashed on the light mask, creating a heavy pressure.

This kind of formation barrier cannot stop Yan Xing's talent, but he is now the Ninth Young Master, so he naturally knows what to do.

He reached out and took out the identity plate. The powerful consciousness twisted and transformed, simulating the fluctuations of the Ninth Young Master's consciousness, and successfully activated the token.

call out--

A ray of light shot out from the token, and the defensive barrier was felt and rippled. The light door was opened to both sides. A hidden smile flashed in Yan Xing's eyes and he stepped in calmly.

Space transformation, because his status was high enough, Yan Xing was directly transported to the top of the clouds, to the top of the sacred mountain.

"We have met the Ninth Young Master!"

Outside the towering door, several rows of guarding disciples looked shocked when they saw Yan Xing appearing out of thin air, and quickly bowed and saluted.

"Um."

Yan Xing looked cold and aloof. He didn't even look at the crowd from the corner of his eye. He nodded, walked through the portal and walked towards the palace complex.

After Yan Xingyuan left, the disciples dared to stand up and whispered with doubts on their faces.

"It's strange. Didn't I hear that Master Ninth went deep into the fog to carry out some top-secret mission? Why did he suddenly come back?"

"Hey, how can we slaves just figure out the whereabouts of these big shots? Don't think too much about these things, just keep an eye on the door."

"It's true, it's none of our business."

A few people shook their heads and laughed, not paying too much attention to this matter, but a few disciples secretly made secret spells in their hands and passed on the information about the appearance of the Ninth Young Master through secret methods.

Little people have their own way of life. They either abide by their duties and live a stable life; or they rely on the strong and do some small actions to the best of their ability in exchange for some resources. Although they take some risks, they still have ambitions for the future.

Yan Xing had no other thoughts. He went directly to the treasure house according to what his memory pointed out. He had already prepared the means. He only needed to sweep away the treasures and escape intact.

The only thing that can stop him is before entering the treasure house.

"Haha, Ninth Brother, what brought you back? Have you completed that mission?"

A man walked out of the fork in the road and stood in front of Yan Xing. He was smiling and seemed friendly, but in fact his eyes were terrifyingly gloomy.

The previous generation of the Lord of the Holy Palace, their father, died in the ruins. The future leader of the Linglan Holy Palace was decided among their brothers and sisters. The game has now reached a fever pitch.

‘This guy, Ninth Brother, is really ruthless! In order to gain the support of the forces above, he even risked going deep into the fog to perform alliance tasks. What's damning is that this guy came back alive...'

"Brother, are you the only one?"

"Otherwise? Do I still need to bring a guard to see you?"

Yan Xing narrowed his eyes slightly, took a step forward, raised his palm as a knife, and struck directly through the eldest son's chest with a strike as fast as lightning. He twisted his fingers lightly, crushed the life orifice, and the light of the source of life was extinguished.

"Why bother to seek your own death?"

The hell dimension opened, swallowed the corpses, turned them into a handful of nourishment, killed the people, destroyed the corpses, and wiped out all traces, but in an instant.

Yan Xing is in a hurry and wants to enter the treasure house. He has no time to delay. Every time he stays in Linglan Holy Palace for a while, the risk of exposure will increase exponentially. Anyone who dares to influence him now will only be killed.

"Mimetic reconstruction!"

The body twisted and stretched, half of the flesh and blood particles split out, reorganized and combined, and instantly transformed into the appearance of the eldest son, walking side by side with Yan Xing, towards the treasure house.

Yan Xing's current physical body is extremely powerful, and the flesh and blood particles far exceed those of the young masters in the Holy Palace. Therefore, he can be split into several people without losing quality. On the contrary, he is more lifelike and does not have to suppress his power too much.

"Hahaha! Brother, Ninth Brother, when did you become so affectionate? Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?"

Another skinny man jumped out and stood in front of Yan Xing. He was the third young master of the Holy Palace. He was good at wielding a long sword and was ruthless and cunning.

"Third brother, did you come alone?"

"Um?"

Pfft——

After a while, Yan Xing's team had expanded to five people. They were talking and laughing among themselves, crossing many barriers and quickly approaching the treasure house.

Among many forces, disciples will light the "Lamp of Life Soul". Once they die, the lamp will be extinguished. However, this thing has advantages and disadvantages. Life Soul is extremely important to monks. If it falls into the wrong hands, it is equivalent to Your own lifeline is controlled by others.

Therefore, people with a little bit of status will not leave the lamp of life and soul, and they will die when they die. How much meaning does it have to convey the message?

In any case, Yan Xing learned from the memories he read that several young masters in the Holy Palace did this, which made it easier for him to kill without restraint.

Five direct bloodlines of the Holy Palace, strong contenders for the future leadership, went to the treasure house at the same time, no one dared to stop them, and the journey was smooth.

"Brothers, can we open the treasure house together?"

"That's exactly what I meant."

"Do it!"

Yan Xing secretly laughed in his heart. He could sense that many eyes were falling on them from a distance, acting as supervisors and as guardians of the treasure house.

Even if a few young masters can enter the treasure house to retrieve items, there will be a limit on the quantity, and it is absolutely impossible to do so at will.

Buzz!

Before the five people finished speaking, they took out their tokens at the same time and activated their thoughts. Colorful light fell on the huge portal. The void twisted, secret patterns flowed and intertwined, and a vortex channel slowly emerged on the giant door.

call--

Yan Xing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then became energetic. The five of them took a step at the same time and entered the treasure house passage directly.

There is no time to see what treasures are inside.

According to calculations, he only had less than three breaths of time.

I learned from my memory that deep in the Linglan Holy Palace, there was a strong man in the Tongtian Realm guarding him. Three breaths of time would be enough for him to react.

"Hell Dimension!"

"open--"

Mine, everything is mine!

swallow! swallow! swallow! !