But when he advances to the later stage of integration and completes the second level of divine refining, he will have a great possibility of controlling so many spiritual insects at once.
This is also the reason why Lin Mo is eager to be promoted to the late stage of integration.
Only when he truly reaches that level can he possess this powerful trump card.
He took a deep breath, flicked his sleeves, and the gold-eating bug in his hand disappeared without a trace.
My thoughts are stirring again!
Qinghong trembled slightly, and instantly galloped towards Tianyuan City at a speed faster than before.
Above the vast expanse of deep yellow desert, a bronze chariot moved forward slowly.
Lowed by two giant silver eagles, it soared in the low altitude with a faint green light.
In the core of the chariot, Lin Mo sat with his eyes closed tightly. A layer of golden light flowed on the surface of his skin, making him appear mysterious and unpredictable.
Suddenly, his expression changed, his arm suddenly raised, and he waved towards the void in front of him.
In an instant, the space below the chariot fluctuated violently, and a blue sword energy that was more than ten feet long suddenly emerged from the void, slashing downwards with powerful force.
In a fleeting moment, the huge sword energy disappeared into the yellow sand like a phantom without a trace.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar came from the bottom of the yellow sand, and the surrounding yellow sand spurted out like a waterfall flowing backwards.
In the diffuse yellow sand, a giant silkworm-like ancient beast over a hundred feet in size revealed its true face.
However, it only shook a few times before it crashed to the ground, and countless green blood sprayed out.
The chariot did not pause for a moment in the sky, but after a burst of speed, it quickly broke through the sky and flew away into the distance.
Lin Mo was as stable as Mount Tai and still maintained a stoic state of meditation until after the attack was over.
Then he put his arms down and began to engage in silent and focused practice again.
......
In the depths of a certain unknown sea area, inside a magnificent palace, a huge bloody egg with a diameter of seven to eight feet floated in the air.
Countless blood streaks splashed out from the giant egg, occupying every inch of the entire secret room, as if everything was covered in blood.
The blood cocoon is crystal clear and translucent. Looking through the complicated blood threads, it seems that you can see a black shadow in it that is getting bigger and smaller, constantly changing.
If you look closely, you can even hear a dull "bang" sound every once in a while, like a strong heart beating at an extremely slow rhythm.
......
Above a mysterious canyon in Fengyuan Continent, there was a fresh and refined woman in white and an ugly-looking man in black robe.
Hovering there quietly, surrounded by tens of thousands of aliens.
These aliens are fat, have green skin, and have particularly long necks.
Coupled with two sharp forelimbs like giant blades, it looks like a large mantis that can only walk upright.
However, below the canyon, countless corpses of aliens have been piled up, and the green stumps almost cover the nearby ground. The scene is horrifying.
Although there was no blood on the big man in black robes, the evil energy on his body swept over him like a violent storm, and the sides of his face were covered with black scales the size of copper coins.
The two arms protruding from the cuffs were dark in color, and his hands turned directly into ten sharp daggers, which made people shudder.
Looking at the woman in white, a delicate pink flower grew out of thin air under her feet, her expression was leisurely and unhurried.
Although there were only two of them, facing tens of thousands of foreigners around them, they were not afraid, but resolutely protected their position.
"I would like to emphasize here again, give me the Holy Crystal Flower of your Green Limb Clan, and I will leave here immediately."
"Otherwise, I can only choose to destroy all of you. Completely destroy the race, and then go get the holy flower yourself.”
The woman in white spoke in a calm tone, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.
"Sacred flowers are treasures that maintain the continued existence of our race. How can we hand them over to outsiders so easily? Although I have extraordinary strength, this request cannot be agreed to."< br>
The leader, a foreigner with a slightly darker complexion, moved his eyes towards the man in black robes who wielded a knife to kill members of his own race, and said with a tone full of resentment.
And he himself is a strong man in the middle stage of integration. Among the more than 10,000 aliens, his level of mana is undoubtedly quite top-notch.
Behind him, there were three other aliens in the early stages of integration, all of whom had eyes burning with angry flames.
However, in the fierce battle just now, they and the great elder, the leader of the group, were suppressed by the powerful aura of the girl in white.
Unable to move at all, they could only watch helplessly as the strong men in black robes brutally massacred their people.
Although their tribesmen resisted desperately, thousands of their tribesmen were brutally killed in just a short period of time.
The vast magical power and cruel methods displayed by the other party made them both angry and scared deep in their hearts.
They understand that this time their tribe has really encountered an unprecedented disaster. If they are not careful, the entire tribe will face the fate of destruction.
Facing the opponent's possible masters above the Mahayana stage, he
"I don't care about this matter. Either hand over the sacred flowers, or the nobles will disappear from the spiritual world immediately. There is no other choice."
The woman in white said calmly, but her words were full of coldness and ruthlessness.
“As a monk in the Mahayana period, you bullied a weak race like us that has retreated to the mountains and forests, and forcibly demanded treasures. Don’t you think it is detrimental to your identity?”
Green The elder of the Limb Clan, after some hesitation, still reluctantly raised the question again.
"No need to stimulate me with words, the sacred flower of the noble is of great value to me, I must get it."
"You don't have to have any illusions either. I count to ten, if not Hand over the sacred flowers, and I will do it myself."
The woman in white smiled slightly, but said words that made all the foreigners present despair.
“一”
“二”
...
The girl in white began to count silently. Although her voice seemed very pleasant.
But when it reached the ears of the surrounding foreigners, a sound like a death knell sounded, and their expressions changed drastically. "Senior, there is no need to count, I am willing to hand over the sacred crystal flowers!"
The elder of the Green Limb Clan looked as pale as paper, and finally spoke out the words of compromise feebly.
"What a wise decision to make! As long as you hand over the sacred flowers, I will naturally lose interest in your family."
The woman in white raised her arm to pull up her hair and said with a chuckle.
What happened next became no suspense. Under the clan leader's order, a foreigner immediately returned to the Green Limbs' forbidden area in the canyon to retrieve an emerald green wooden box.
Half an hour later, when the alien handed the wooden box to the woman in white with a sad face.
The woman didn't even look at the item. She just used her spiritual consciousness to briefly explore it, and then her face instantly became extremely gloomy.
Seeing this scene, the expression of the strong man in black robe next to him suddenly changed, revealing a hint of ferocity.
This made the aliens in the Fusion stage on the opposite side feel trembling, almost thinking that the other side was going to regret something.
Fortunately, in the next second, the woman in white turned to the strong man in black robe and said softly, "Let's go."
Then the huge pink flower under my feet vibrated a few times, and instantly turned into a dazzling red light and flew rapidly towards the distance.
The strong man in black robe let out a sharp whistle, and then his figure gradually blurred, turned into a black mist and followed the woman in white as he floated away.
In an instant, the two people had completely disappeared from the sight of all the foreigners present.
Seeing this, all the people with green limbs breathed a sigh of relief.
Although the loss of the precious resource of the sacred flower has made the road to the future more tortuous and difficult for the already fragile ethnic group.
However, they finally survived this devastating disaster and avoided the destruction of the entire tribe.
After the elder gave the order, a group of green-limbed people quickly moved toward the canyon below and began to collect the bodies of the dead left behind.
During this period, the woman in white and the man in black robe were thousands of kilometers away in the vast sky.
After a period of flight, the man in black robe could not conceal his inner confusion and asked the woman in white next to him:
"Holy Ancestor, is this sacred flower not the treasure you are looking for?"
The latter replied quietly:
"No, this is just a spiritual flower that looks similar to what I'm looking for. Although it is an extremely rare magical treasure in this world, it doesn't have much value to me."
Hearing this, the big man in black robe responded with disappointment:
"Then, wouldn't our efforts this time be in vain?"
The woman in white responded calmly:
"How can that item be obtained easily? We have searched many people in the nearby area. A powerful race."
"Continue. Come, we will go to the next adjacent area to search.”
“Although the area of Feng Yuan Continent is not as vast as that of Thunder Continent, the number of races is several times that of Thunder Continent. It is really necessary to search one by one. Spend more energy.”
Although he was full of helplessness, the big man in black robe still responded respectfully: "As you command, my lord."
Then he stopped asking questions.
Time flies, and eighty years have passed in the blink of an eye.
Above a blue ocean, a group of flying spirits were waving their wings with all their strength and galloping past.
These Feiling people are both male and female, but they are generally younger. Among them, the ones with the highest cultivation level are only around the Nascent Soul stage, and most of them are still at the Dan formation stage.
However, regardless of their level of cultivation, these dozen flying spirit people were flying with all their strength, while constantly looking back, with panicked expressions on their faces.
It turned out that at the end of the sea level behind them, a silver-white line appeared at some point.
And it swept towards them at a speed visible to the naked eye, accompanied by a deafening and continuous roar.
Faced with this situation, the faces of these flying spirits became increasingly pale, and they vomited blood and essence, or used life-saving secret techniques, or directly sacrificed various magic weapons and talismans.
With the help of these methods, their flight speed instantly increased a lot, but even so, they still could not escape the pursuit of the silver line.
After half an hour of flying, the flying speed of these flying spirits gradually slowed down due to excessive mana consumption.
And the silver thread took the opportunity to roll up, quickly shortening the distance between the two parties.
At this moment, through naked eye observation, they can clearly see the true appearance of the silver line.
It turned out to be a sea of hurricanes with no end in sight at both ends, violently attacking them at a jaw-dropping speed.
This hurricane sea is not only vast in scope, but also runs directly through the end of the sky.
Numerous electric arcs, hailstones and other materials can still be vaguely seen inside, and the roaring sound is endless, and the sound is so spectacular that it is shocking!
Seeing that the hurricane sea behind them was less than a hundred miles away from the Feiling people in front, and it only took a moment to catch up, the group of Feiling people couldn't help but show expressions of despair.
This time when they went to sea for training, they encountered the most famous natural disaster in the nearby waters - the "Silver Tide". It can be said that they had an ill-fated fate and the possibility of survival was slim.
However, even in the face of such a difficult situation, these Feiling people still did not want to sit still and decided to rise up and resist.
At this moment, amid a deafening roar from a Nascent Soul-level flying spirit, everyone present gritted their teeth and stopped their hasty escape.
Then they quickly formed a strange formation, and one after another took out a several-foot-high Dharma flag from their storage bracelets and waved it wildly!
In an instant, powerful light waves spurted out from these formation flags, and then during the rotation, they condensed into a circular wall of light with a diameter of several hundred meters, engulfing the flying spirits present. All are wrapped in it.
The power of its defense is really impressive.
However, even though these young people were physically sheltered in this spherical protective shield, their faces were still pale and weak when facing the hurricane and tsunami coming from behind.
As we all know, the power of the Silver Tide is terrifying, which makes although their protective array is not simple, it is difficult to sustain it for a long time.
This has been confirmed countless times by countless people who have lost their lives in this natural disaster.
Once caught in this terrifying silver tide, even monks with cultivation levels below Nascent Soul have a slim chance of survival.
For those who are powerful enough to become gods or above, they can only place their hope in the sky for their survival.
If you want to save such many monks, you need to at least be a master who has reached the late stage of Void Refining or the realm of integration.
But now that they have gone so deep into the seabed, how can they happen to meet other noble seniors and powerful practitioners in the clan passing by? (End of chapter)