Xuanhuan: Storytelling In Shrouding The Heavens, The Saint Is Moved

The sigh of the ancestor of Sanzang came from the soul, and it was a sigh for those alien souls who remained on this battlefield and were difficult to disperse.

Such as his practice method, when he unfolded it, he had already transcended his physical body. Such scenes were the last thing he wanted to see, and he didn't want to see it at all.

"Forget it"

He raised his hand and pushed, and an invisible fire of soul circulated over the original battlefield.

The infinite Bingsha couldn't shake his mind, and the curse of mourning and resentment couldn't change his will. When the fire of the soul dissipated, the entire battlefield had turned into true tranquility.

"Dust to Dust, Dirt to Dirt"

He raised his hand and patted the ground lightly, the bones spliced ​​together by themselves, one by one converged the surrounding bones, and jumped into a deep pit.

Others were too busy, and the alien heads rolled around like balls, falling into the deep pit together.

After the battlefield was cleaned up, the Great Heavenly Venerate Taixuan revealed his figure.

He looked at this piece of heaven and earth from a distance, and when he raised his hand, he pulled a cloud of clouds, and the wind and clouds gathered in the whistling, fluttering, and it was really raining.

After this heavy rain, perhaps no one but them would know that there was a battle of millions of people here.

The blood of war is flowing into rivers, and the ground and sky of war are crumbling.

On the other side, above the sky, Han Lian was standing there in a daze, watching the surrounding creatures bow down beside him.

His appearance is too amazing, like a banished immortal, such an image does not look like an ordinary person.

"It's good to be able to perceive the spiritual energy. As long as you can perceive the spiritual energy, it proves that this layer of heaven is not the oldest."

He muttered to himself like this, carefully perceiving everything here, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

The space here seems to be much more stable than that in the Falling Feather Realm. It is close to the stability of the space of Liangjie Mountain, and the types and rules of creatures are also quite in line with the current Falling Feather Realm.

I just don't know which one's heaven and earth this is.

He took a deep breath, and his figure had disappeared in place, and only after the scene of a cup of tea did he discover the first humanoid creature.

He couldn't ask him. After seeing Han Lian, the other party fell down and said something to Han Lian.

Hearing this, he couldn't help but look slightly condensed.

He couldn't understand.

No matter what the other person was saying, he sounded like 'Aba Aba'.

"Forget it, let me see it myself."

Han Lian's mind moved slightly, the man had already stood up, his eyes turned into double pupils, and at a glance, he seemed to be able to see the essence and source of everything.

After he retracted his gaze, his expression became slightly condensed.

Spirit clan!

This is the sky outside the sky forged by a certain spiritual ancestor. The creatures here have a weak spiritual family bloodline. Although they cannot manifest the characteristics of the spiritual family, they also make their lifespan far exceed that of ordinary people.

In addition, the world here is like a relatively incomplete small world compared to the Fallen Feather Realm, which makes him even more certain that the other party is an ascension realm of the Spiritual Race.

If it is really left by the Spirit Race, what does this Spirit Race have to do with me?

After all, before he entered, vaguely, he felt an inexplicable call.

But after coming in, it was as if he was teasing him, the sense of summoning has faded and it is almost impossible to find.

A few thoughts flashed through Han Lian's mind, but he still couldn't figure out the reason.

However, he can be sure that, according to the manifestation of the Tao of Fang Tianwaitian, it has always been ownerless.

Since there is no owner, I am afraid that there is nothing to take into account.

Han Lian's mind moved slightly, and the four avatars walked out. They glanced at each other, and then fled in the four directions.

As for his deity, he was standing in mid-air, and a path of spiritual fire emerged from his palm, cultivating the arm of the cannibal barbarian.

This is the real body arm of the opponent. The barbarians mainly cultivate the physical body. If they want to cultivate an arm again, the price will not be less than that of his only incarnation.

"It is indeed a little troublesome, but if you think about it, it should be soon."

He muttered to himself like this, and a look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

This arm was taken into the Lihuoshen Furnace by him. If he wanted to directly refine it into fly ash, it was just a matter of thought.

But if you want to use it, it is somewhat troublesome.

As it is now, he wants to completely refine the essence of this arm and use it.

But in order to ensure the effectiveness, he can't forcefully wipe out the vitality in it, he can only use a little water mill to get the essence he needs little by little.

About half an hour later, Han Lian who had closed his eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, he raised his hand and squeezed a tactic, and he slapped a handprint full of spiritual energy on the body of the furnace, and the last shot fell, but only a dull sound was heard, light from the lid of the Vulcan furnace. Jump slightly.

When the pill furnace was opened, a crystal white jade bone pill about the size of a longan appeared.

It seems to have been born with spirituality, and turned to want to escape, but was photographed by Han Lian with his sleeves and sealed in the jade bottle.

But just when he wanted to take a good look at the medicinal properties of this medicine, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes sparkled a little.

Traces found!

Just now, the spiritual body he was exploring in the east seemed to have discovered something, and the incarnation collapsed on its own to notify his deity.

Han Lian did not hesitate, his spiritual thoughts flowed, and the other three incarnations almost collapsed, and his figure had already appeared dozens of miles away.

After the cup of tea was over, Han Lian stopped, and below him, there was a great Da Yiling Lake.

The area of ​​this lake is at least a thousand miles, and the spiritual flow in it is really rare in the world.

He escaped into the space alone, but his figure was directly revealed from a hundred miles away, and he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Han Lian had already faintly realized that what drew his mind was in this lake.

But who would have thought that just entering this hundred miles away, the space has been blocked, like a dead end, anyone who enters it will be directly forced out.

Yes, in the era when the Shangshu Spirit Race ruled the world, the excavation of spiritual energy reached a terrifying level. If he was not mistaken, he should have used the spiritual energy to lay out a great formation.

That's all, let me go over and see who it is.

Such thoughts flashed through his mind, and turned into a flash of light to continue on his way.

Not to mention, if he learns these methods of banning empty space alone, it will be a worthwhile trip.

Although he said that the battle formations obtained by the lottery of the book points have all kinds of methods of banning empty space, but in understanding, it is not as simple as the method of this world.