He clearly felt that his cultivation had almost reached a peak, and the Great Perfection of the late Yuan Infant was already the peak at this moment.

Unless he can fully grasp the artistic conception of the Avatar Monk, then at that time, there will be no hindrance to his cultivation, or in other words, there will be no hindrance between the infantile transformation period.

At the same time, Miao does not see and understands that the role of the system, the more it is cultivated to a better level, the smaller it becomes.

It was only in the early stage that he was able to multiply his combat power.

As the role of the system becomes smaller and smaller, then he himself has to learn more and stronger spells, otherwise his advantage at the current stage will be lost!

After being silent for a long time, Miao didn't see it and looked into the distance, this time the ghost trial, in fact, was to obtain the artistic conception.

However, what can obtain the artistic conception is one's own perception on the one hand, and luck on the other.

For example, if you have bad luck, you may be deceived by the fake Pure Soul Spring, and then be entered by those ghostly things.

If you're lucky, maybe when you walk, you might see a soul fountain under your feet.

However, even if you enter the Pure Soul Spring, you may not necessarily gain enlightenment, it all depends on your personal qualifications and luck.

In the practice, luck occupies a large part.

Two monks with the same qualifications, the possible final result is a world of difference.

It's all a matter of luck.

"Ahh

On a flat ground beyond the jungle, a ghostly shadow devoured the monks in front of it.

"Definitely!" a fierce voice

Came.

The ghostly shadow immediately stopped its movements uncontrollably.

"Hmph!" Miao's missing figure appeared from mid-air, and in the middle of his steps, he stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the person's head.

"Thunder!" he shouted, and a thunderous force transformed from his hand.

Rumble!

It seemed to explode between heaven and earth, and the thunder-covered palm slapped directly on the top of the monk's head.

Bang!

A terrible scream sounded, and in the blink of an eye, the ghostly shadow immediately came out of the top of his head, covered in black smoke, and looked at Miao with a frightened face.

Seeing that the ghost was about to escape, Miao didn't see a cold snort, grabbed it with his big hand, and the big hand containing countless thunderbolts turned into a big net in an instant, wrapping the ghost shadow.

With a flick of the sleeve, it was put into the storage bag.

His storage bag is used to hide people's eyes and ears, and it is used to put some inconsequential sundries.

Looking at the pure soul spring on the ground, Miao didn't see his big sleeves flicked away.

Bang!

The spring suddenly collapsed, revealing its true face.

It's a skull!

The monk was unconscious, lying on the ground, unaware of what was going on.

Miao Bu frowned, and his divine sense suddenly rushed in.

There was a shock in the sea of the monk's knowledge.

"Ah!" the monk sat up suddenly, clutching his head and screaming.

The next moment, he stopped his movements and looked at Miao blankly.

patted his head, as if he remembered something, and hurriedly bowed down to Miao Bu, "Thank you Daoyou for helping!"

"Hmm!" Miao nodded, "It's dangerous here, you can do it yourself!"

The monk immediately bowed again in trepidation, "Thank you."

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Seeing Miao not leaving, the monk's body flickered slightly, and a faint green glow flashed under his eyes, and soon, he disappeared, but the corners of his mouth showed a strange smile.

Miao didn't see all the way to fly, and he hadn't found the second Pure Soul Spring yet.

He believed that once he found the second Pure Soul Spring, he could sublimate his thunder artistic conception again, and at that time, even if he could not be promoted to the God Transformation Stage, it could increase his chances a lot.

"Hmm, is it him?" Miao's divine sense suddenly sensed a person.

This person is the person who provoked him in the Yangmen before, and it seems that he has something to do with Lianfeng.

After thinking about it, Miao didn't see that he decided to go farther, not because he was afraid of things, but because he came in pretending to be Lianfeng, there was no need to help Lianfeng clean up the mess, besides, Lianfeng didn't even have ashes left, so it was even more impossible for him to take the blame for Lianfeng.

Thinking about it, Miao didn't see it and immediately changed his direction, being a man, doing things in a high-profile manner, and being a low-key person has always been his basic principle.

But as the saying goes, if you don't look for trouble, trouble will come to you!

Miao's breath appeared in that person's divine consciousness.

"Lianfeng!" he roared and chased after him.

"Grass! sick!" Miao didn't scold angrily, and then flew rapidly.

"Even the wind, stop if there's a kind!" he roared behind him.

Miao Bu turned his head suddenly, this guy seemed to be a fly, Miao Bu couldn't help but have some doubts, did Lian Feng kill his father, or forked his wife?

As for such a deep hatred?

"What's the matter with you?" Miao frowned

There is not so much time wasted here.

Swish!

He stopped in front of Miao Bu and looked at Miao Bu with a gloomy face.

"Lian Feng, since you met it today, let's fight it out!" His eyes were full of endless killing opportunities, as if he wanted to see and Miao not see the sky.

Miao Bu recalled carefully, but there was still no information about the person in front of him.

"Don't decide, I'll admit that you're a female! You're awesome!" Miao Bu said lightly, "So you win, hurry up! Don't delay me in finding the Pure Soul Spring!"

"You are looking for death!" There was murder in his eyes, and at this moment, Huo Ran raised his hand, and a sword shadow flickered, as if it had broken through the endless space, and stabbed directly towards Miao Bu.

He sneered in his heart, this sword was specially refined for him by the Ancestor, and it has the attack strength of the Yuan Infant Stage, and Lian Feng is absolutely unable to resist!

However, the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at Miao in disbelief.

"No way! this can't be!" he muttered.

At this moment, his sword stopped in front of Miao Buying, and on top of the small sword, there were two fingers that Miao Bu didn't see.

At this moment, the sword was still trembling, but it couldn't get out of those two fingers, and even if it moved, it couldn't do it, so it could only tremble slightly.

"Just this trick, you want to take my life?" Miao Bu smiled slightly.

Syllable!

With a hard pinch of two fingers, the sword in his hand suddenly collapsed into two halves, and the flying sword, which had lost its spiritual power, fell directly to the ground at this moment.

The man turned pale and looked at Miao in disbelief.

"You............ You're not Lianfeng!" His eyes widened.

"Oh?

It's here!" Miao didn't see a strange smile on the corner of his mouth.