Chapter 221: Who is the best in the battle between the avenues? The evolution of the soul becomes empty
Things that were incomprehensible before are now easy to do.
Systems that could not be sorted out before can now be easily established.
It's like changing from an ordinary person's qualifications to an extremely talented person.
And this is just the beginning of the magic of the soul villain.
The power of his soul that has just soared is too huge. When Zheng Yi completely settles down, there will be more secrets to be discovered.
Because I have laid a very good foundation before, I have understood the basic knowledge of various formations in my heart. With the powerful calculation ability of the Super Brain God, I can say that I have a high level of advice and can take one step at a time.
Created the outline of its own knowledge system.
As the saying goes, tall buildings rise from the ground!
Once the foundation is extremely solid, it will be quite easy to build the superstructure upwards.
Zheng Yi is like a huge sponge, quickly absorbing the formation knowledge of the fourth level inheritance, and constantly strengthening the learned formation system, and finally building his own knowledge building.
I don’t know how long it took, Zheng Yi opened his eyes again.
He counted with his fingers and his eyes flashed.
“It’s okay, but it only takes two months.”
“Now my spirit villain is stable, my spirit in the consciousness space has been completely formed, and a fourth-level formation inheritance system has been initially established. Knowledge, now is the time to leave seclusion and meet the old Yinbi, Lord Blood Mist..."
Zheng Yi laughed and stood up.
Take a step forward and disappear immediately.
When he appeared again, he was already in the sky above Asura City.
Hit the blood lake with one finger.
Suddenly, the energy on the lake shook. In the endless blood storm, a silhouette slowly grew out of the lake and gradually took shape. It was none other than the Taoist Styx in blood-colored robes.
"Fellow Taoist, I promise you a good fortune."
Zheng Yi smiled and greeted his incarnation.
"Of course, I have to rely on my fellow Taoist!"
Taoist Styx laughed. His blood-colored clothes, blood-colored hair, and blood-colored eyebrows gave him a somewhat evil feeling.
......
"It's been a year, I wonder if that old Yinbi has left yet!"
After Zheng Yi prepared everything, he slowly Xu opened his eyes, with a strange look on his face.
"According to my understanding of this kind of person, he is a heroic figure who has always been very confident in himself. Are you still waiting for me?"
Zheng Yi sneered.
Just in time, he was also ready to give the other party a surprise.
It has to be said that the person who understands you best will always be your enemy.
Only a neurotic can understand neurosis.
Only a madman can understand a madman.
In a sense, Zheng Yi and Lord Blood Mist are actually the same people. They are both ruthless, decisive and unscrupulous in order to achieve their goals.
They are more thoughtful and have a very deep city. Outsiders often don’t know their innermost thoughts.
But in comparison, Zheng Yi has a better bottom line, and old monsters like Lord Blood Mist have lived for hundreds of years and have long since broken away from the category of ordinary humans, so their actions are often more sinister and vicious. .
What Zheng Yi is better than him is that Zheng Yi always remembers his identity as a person.
The road to cultivating immortality is high and far away.
The further up he goes, the more profound Zheng Yi becomes.
That is the path to immortality, which will gradually transform an ordinary person into an indifferent and powerful machine.
After all, immortal cultivators have a long lifespan. If they are lucky enough to reach extremely high places and master powerful powers, their relatives around them will have passed away long ago. Even if there are descendants, they may not have much to do with them.
Of course this is too forgetful, and the thinking is often beyond the scope of ordinary people.
The cultivator is an immortal, but he is no longer a human being.
According to the deduction of the Super Brain God, countless avenues coexist, so Zheng Yi needs a road sign to mark his identity as a human being.
Only in this way can one cultivate to the very depths without forgetting one's own nature and not become a puppet of Tao and a plaything of the will of heaven and earth.
An old demon like Lord Blood Mist was able to trick Master Wei Xu into entering the game and refining all the Zifu monks into blood puppets with his century-old friendship. His methods and scheming were second to none.
For this reason, he did not hesitate to plan for ten years to put all the Zifu monks into danger.
It’s a pity that I met Zheng Yi, a piece of shit.
Every mountain is as high as another.
When old Yinbi encounters Xiaoyinbi, it depends on who has higher means and who has greater confidence?
Zheng Yi had never suffered such a big loss. If Wei Xu hadn't sacrificed himself and broke through the air restrictions, I'm afraid he would have to pay a heavy price if he wanted to leave at that time.
Although he got the Lost Soul Mirror, it was a blessing in disguise. He successfully evolved the soul space and created the soul villain, and his spiritual realm skyrocketed.
But Zheng Yi doesn’t care about the old thing like Lord Blood Mist. As long as he seizes the opportunity, he can’t wait to tear this old monster alive.
On the one hand, he avenges Wei Xu.
On the other hand, he was reluctant to part with Shenji Temple. That small space world was the strongest treasure left by the ancestor of Shen Nian.
The Lord Blood Mist has been planning this for ten years, and Zheng Yi is salivating.
This is a Taoist struggle.
Till death.
Nothing to say.
What's more, Zheng Yi is still in the name of revenge, which is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
After all, he was also worried that if he was given a few years, Venerable Blood Mist would really get something good from Ancestor Shen Nian.
I am afraid that when the time comes, Venerable Blood Mist will really find a chance to successfully advance to the Dan Formation stage, then it will be hard to say who is the cat and who is the rat.
So Zheng Yi has no mercy when he can take action.
To deal with this kind of old Yinbi, since it is a beaten dog, kill him by surprise.
Sharpen your sword and cut off the roots.
……
For immortal cultivators, time is a relative concept.
Especially for high-level monks, several months often pass by just meditating and adjusting the breath.
So, just one year and two months.
Zheng Yi passed by in the blink of an eye, not to mention Lord Blood Mist, who also didn't feel the passage of time. He meditated quietly, the blood mist completely covering his body, and in the shadowy darkness, it seemed like endless gods and demons were swaying behind him.
Honorable Blood Mist closed his eyelids, like a stubborn stone that has been beaten by wind and rain without moving even half a step.
In fact, the entire exit of the small space has been shrouded in his spiritual thoughts, and not even a single fly can fly in, and not even a half mosquito can fly out.
But on this day, Lord Blood Mist's eyelids trembled slightly, sensing some strange fluctuations that suddenly bloomed in the quiet space.
Whoosh!
A stream of light flashed, and Zheng Yi's figure appeared again on the upper floor of the attic, shaking a wave of energy in the calm space.
“Although I don’t know what methods you used during this year to hide yourself and disappear without a trace under my nose!”
“But the little mouse Even a little mouse cannot hide in a dark ditch forever. Sooner or later, he has to come out of the smelly ditch to get some air..."
Under the endless pressure, a thick mist of blood stirred up all over the sky. It seemed as if the world in the small space was dyed blood red.
The voice of Lord Blood Mist suddenly sounded, and turned into a huge blood-colored palm that stretched across the sky and the earth, fell from the sky, grabbed him fiercely, and said with a sneer.
"It's just that you don't know that when the little mouse can't help but come out to breathe, it will be grabbed and crushed into meat paste!"
The concussive blood mist turned into a terrifying shock wave, a huge The blood-colored palm covered the front, back, left, and right, including the top, middle, and bottom, as if covering the world. The five huge blood-colored fingers were like five towering pillars, grabbing at Zheng Yi who had just revealed his body.
The surrounding thick blood mist filled the air again, and in an instant, completely enveloped the space where Zheng Yi was.
Those blood-colored threads that made people's scalp numb, like flexible snakes, poked their heads out one after another and pierced towards his body.
At this moment, there are pursuers behind and wolves in front.
As soon as Zheng Yi showed up, there was no way to escape.
I have to say that Lord Blood Mist is indeed a tycoon like Lao Yinbi, and he strikes decisively and ruthlessly.
Just like the most seasoned hunter, when he is not attacking, the clouds are calm and the wind is calm. Once he attacks, it is like a wind and thunder. Zheng Yi's retreat is suddenly cut off without giving anyone a way to survive.
Although he didn't know how Zheng Yi left the blocked space and disappeared under his nose, he understood one thing.
People cannot disappear for no reason, they just use some unknown method.
As long as he waits and waits, Zheng Yi will eventually show up again.
He waited for a whole year, but the development of things did not exceed his expectations. The mysterious Chen Long finally appeared again.
The Lord of Blood Mist, who had already laid out the trap, was waiting for this opportunity.
He was also wary of Zheng Yi's methods, fearing that this slippery little mouse would escape again. By then, it would be difficult to find him.
“Still the same old trick?! I don’t know whether I should call you Ugly Cow or Lord Blood Mist, but it’s the same thing, old guy, your methods are outdated.”
Looking around like this A life-like blood mist spread out, with blood threads emitting a suffocating aura surging inside, piercing towards his body with terrifying energy.
The huge bloody palm behind him turned everything upside down, and the sky darkened, as if a palm was going to crush him to pieces.
This is not the first time Zheng Yi has seen this method.
Overwhelming power, after all, lacks a bit of sophistication.
Besides, this move is already outdated for him.
Following Zheng Yi's teasing, two rays of golden light bloomed in his pupils.
In the spirit space, the matchstick-like golden spirit figure moved slightly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.
In an instant, everything around them stopped completely, as if they heard Zheng Yi's order.
Whether it's the spreading blood mist, the terrifying bloodshot threads wrapped inside, the surging shock wave, or the huge bloody palm behind him that is about to come.
These powers were completely imprisoned by some invisible and terrifying force, locked in the air, and stayed there motionless.
In one sentence, just as the words came out, the surrounding small area of the world was affected by his personal will and came to a standstill!
Of course, this is not really about following the law and talking about the Constitution. That is too far away from him.
This is a powerful spiritual realm formed by relying on the absolute crushing advantage of the soul villain.
Within the scope of the domain, everything is controlled by his spirit to a certain extent, and affects the real world with the spirit of nothingness. This is the essence of the spiritual will in the alchemy stage.
“What happened?!”
At this moment, even the knowledgeable Venerable Blood Mist was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing what exactly happened.
Why did the carefully prepared trap not work, but was stopped by some mysterious force, and even bound and imprisoned, making it all stop there strangely.
To be honest, this sight scared him.
Even Lord Blood Mist, whose heart has been tempered for hundreds of years, was slightly shaken at this moment. There was a crack in the indestructible door, and even a huge feeling was faintly gushing out. of horror and fear.
It’s not that he was unclear, but he didn’t imagine the situation at all.
After all, what Zheng Yi experienced was incredible and within the scope of common sense.
A mere monk in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, after a brief disappearance for a year, his spirit and will transformed, and he actually evolved the soul space and the soul villain in his mind.
This is naturally not equivalent to the shock at the level of forming a pill.
But it is already a miracle of the evolution of the soul.
“Destroy!”
Zheng Yi looked at the stagnant space around him, turned his right hand down, pressed his wrist, and then spoke again.
His eyes glowed with dazzling golden light at this moment.
In an instant, a more terrifying invisible spiritual energy suddenly descended.
The pressure on the soul suddenly increased sharply, just like the top of Mount Tai, which suddenly exploded.
Whether it is the spreading blood mist, the terrifying surging bloodshot threads, or the huge sky-holding bloody palm that comes from behind, it seems that they can't withstand the sudden arrival of the soul energy, and all of them are in the air. The air cracked into dust, turned into blood-colored airflow all over the sky, and disappeared without a trace.
“What?! This is impossible?!”
In the blink of an eye, this scene was not only a well-prepared trap that collapsed.
It directly hit the Taoist heart of Lord Blood Mist.
His pupils dilated, finally showing a look of shock and panic.
Even with the experience and vision of the Blood Mist Venerable who has been practicing hard for hundreds of years, he still cannot believe that in just one year, a person's changes can be earth-shaking.
It was easy to destroy the means he had carefully prepared.
This ability gave him a bad association, and the mysterious invisible soul fluctuation reminded the Lord of Blood Mist of some kind of taboo power.
This was what he had been pursuing and striving for all his life.
But now it seems to be appearing on another person.
It felt to him like a trembling little kitten. In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a tiger descending from the mountain, a dragon entering the sea, and a terrifying monster that could swallow the sky and the earth.
The huge contrast makes people almost collapse.
The process was extremely short, even before Lord Blood Mist had time to think about it, the surrounding formation power had been destroyed.
(End of this chapter)