In the hundred years since the creation of the world, Mu Tong has never performed any ritual to improve his own world.
He is communicating with soul beasts. Soul beasts can advance as their masters advance, especially in the master's world.
Ninth-grade soul beasts can open the mysterious world. Before the ninth grade, if the soul beast can participate in the advancement of the cultivator's own world, it will be of great help in advancing to the ninth grade and opening up the mysterious world.
And if a soul beast participates in the sacrifice and refining of the cave world, the cave world can also obtain a portion of the soul beast's real and imaginary Tao rhyme, which is more profound and more powerful.
It's just a waste of a hundred years. It's really worthwhile to wait until the soul beast is tamed and then upgrade the cave world.
During this century, Mu Tong has accumulated a lot of natural resources and treasures that can improve the cave world. It is just waiting for the soul beast to recognize it as its master, and the century of stagnation will be made up in an instant.
But today I was forced to advance.
If he doesn't advance, he will be beaten to death by Feng Yiju.
Feng Yiju was blocked by the formation. A hint of urgency flashed in his eyes. He used all his magic power as if his life depended on it. The seal and the magic sword smashed towards the formation like a thunderstorm.
Crack! Unable to withstand the continuous and intensive attacks, a crack appeared on the array.
Mu Tong was in a hurry, and spat a mouthful of blood on the natural treasures in front of him, igniting a raging fire. The natural treasures were refined three times faster.
This was his true blood, and he had lost a lot this time. If he didn't kill Qing Yuan and take all the resources, he couldn't make up for it.
Feng Yiju's face darkened, and the magic sword in his hand shot out to attack automatically. He formed seals and condensed magic, transforming into lightning and mountain torrents and fiercely rushed towards the formation.
There was a constant sound of crackling coming from the array disk. The entire array disk was covered with cracks like a spider web, and cracks also began to appear on the other side of the array disk.
Mu Tong was extremely anxious and spat out another large mouthful of real blood, burning his lifespan and trying his best to refine the treasures of heaven and earth, while mobilizing the power of the world.
Open it for me! Open it! Open it!
At the moment Feng Yiju broke through the two arrays, the cave world suddenly opened up and expanded rapidly, instantly enveloping the surrounding land.
Feng Yiju broke through the formation and rushed out, only to see the scene around him changed.
It is no longer the Dongyun Mountain with its green pines and lush trees, but a barren and desolate landscape.
Loud laughter came from all directions: "Hahaha, Feng Yi Ju! Enter my world, I am a god, what can you do?!"
Mu Tong appeared in the sky, sitting on a golden throne, and his injuries recovered rapidly.
He looked down at Feng Yiju, the relieved expression on his face had not yet faded, but his arrogance had already risen. The humiliation three hundred years ago was not over.
Normally, if you cultivate your mind and don't think about it, you can still be indifferent to it. Today, Feng Yiju beat him up all day, and his anger rose.
"How do you want to die?" He looked down at Feng Yi Ju.
He would never be like Feng Yiju three hundred years ago, who was afraid to kill people out of consideration for this and that. Feng Yiju must die today!
Who knows what kind of accident will happen if he lets go? Maybe he will be beaten to death on the spot by Feng Yiju the next time he sees him
Feng Yiju stuck his sword into the ground, looked up at Mu Tong, and smiled: "Fellow Daoist Mu, I'm afraid you haven't understood the meaning of 'Everywhere my Qingyuan formation flag is planted, it's the Qingyuan territory!'"
Mu Tong had a bad premonition, and before he could throw Feng Yiju out of his world, the green flag had suddenly been planted in the ground. The veins like tangled veins instantly surged in all directions.
Mu Tong suddenly felt that his control over the area was gone.
His face changed instantly, and he was about to cut off the area directly. But Feng Yiju took out a sword box from somewhere.
She looked up at him and smiled.
Mu Tong's face changed drastically!
Qingyuan Sword Residence is more like a place for practicing sword boxes than a place for practicing sword skills. Everyone has countless magical swords, and each sword has different functions.
In a flash, Mu Tong had already drawn a talisman with his fingers, wanting to cut off Feng Yiju and the area. But he suddenly discovered that he could not sense the area at all.
It seemed as if it didn't exist at all. How to cut something that doesn't exist
Not only that, he found that his true energy and the power of the world were completely sealed at this moment, and he couldn't use any of them!
The drawn talisman disappeared in an instant.
In the Heaven-Stepping Realm, the cultivator is essentially the world, and the world is the cultivator. The flag was inserted into the world, just like it was inserted into his body, and the whole person was out of control.
But at this moment, Feng Yi Ju slapped the sword box, and four magic swords flew out.
"These four swords are named Zhou. They cut through spring, summer, autumn and winter, from ancient times to the present!" He pointed his halberd, and the four swords shot into all four corners of the world. Four sword holes suddenly appeared on Mu Tong's body, and blood spurted out.
The cultivators are one with heaven and earth. If you cut heaven and earth, you will also cut the cultivator.
Mu Tong's face became paler and paler, with fear in his eyes. The injury didn't matter, he couldn't feel the time change in the cave world!
Feng Yi Ju slapped the sword box again, and four magic swords flew out.
"These four swords are named Yu, they cut in all directions, the four poles of the domain!" The swords roared like a dragon, and four more blood holes appeared on Mu Tong's body. His breathing became more rapid, and his eyes were filled with fear: "Spare my life! Fellow Daoist Feng, spare my life! Allow me to return and never step into Dongyun again!"
Crazy! Crazy!
The elders have long told us not to easily accept outsiders into our world, why don’t we listen? Why don’t we listen!
And he just happened to accept the enemy!
This Feng Yiju is not right. He is definitely not at the ordinary limit of demon transformation. He knows too much about the cave world. He can cut through time and space, and his sword never misses its target. It seems that in his cave world, time and space are clearly marked out!
Even those in the Kaitian realm don’t understand the world of cave heavens so well!
But Feng Yi Ju turned a deaf ear to his shouting, and slapped the sword box again, and four immortal swords flew out again.
"These four swords are called Pure Land, which can cut through earth, water, wind and fire!"
The throne beneath Mu Tong collapsed instantly. His face was ashen, but there was a look of realization in his eyes. He looked at Feng Yi Ju and said, "You are not here to kill me. You are here to deprive me of my cave world?"
Feng Yiju did not answer, but pointed his halberd and the four Pure Land swords shot out. Mu Tong's figure in the cave world was instantly shattered.
Feng Yiju took out the seal and threw it into the air. The seal floated in the air. He jumped up and landed outside.
Mu Tong lay on the ground with a dazed look on his face, barely breathing.
The cave world was forcibly stripped away, and his cultivation was half-wasted.
He looked at Feng Yiju with resentment: "No wonder you fought with me for so long, you wanted to force me to refine the natural treasures to upgrade the cave world!"
He had not performed sacrifices in the cave world since the creation of the world, and was only waiting for the soul beasts to arrive to perform sacrifices with him.
Feng Yiju held a crystal clear ball in one hand. The ball was squirming like a raw egg with its shell peeled off.
"Yes!" he responded.
Mu Tong's world is too fragile. If he is not forced to practice rituals to stabilize it, it will fall apart if it is peeled off.
"Who do you want to transplant my world to?" Mu Tong gritted his teeth.
Feng Yiju shook his head and smiled, "I won't give it to anyone. A cultivator who can transplant other people's cave worlds already has enough foundation to open up his own world. Why transplant it? If there is no further progress after transplanting, what's the point of having such a useless world?"
(End of this chapter)