In the cultivation system, although the Divine Venerable Realm has the capital to fight with the Yuanying powerhouse, it cannot have the teleportation skills that only the Yuanying powerhouse can master. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But from this point of view, for Bu Qingyun, it is imperative to transform the cultivation into a system, and this transformation must be completed as quickly as possible.

After many previous personal experiences, Bu Qingyun also has a certain understanding of teleportation, closing his eyes at this moment, all distracting thoughts have already been abandoned in his mind, and the only thought that exists is only two words: teleportation.

His right foot slowly lifted, and he naturally stepped forward, and suddenly his body became blurred, and at this moment, Bu Qingyun felt as if he was being pulled back by a force, which interrupted the teleportation technique, and the blurred figure returned to the same as before.

Bu Qingyun knew that this was because he had not fully comprehended teleportation and could not do what he wanted, so he continued to perceive and constantly adjust his mentality, and after thinking and trying again and again, he was also constantly improving.

Ten times, fifty times, one hundred times, three hundred times, six hundred times, nine hundred times...

It wasn't until he had gone through 1,756 failures that he was finally able to perform teleportation under normal conditions, and then after more than 2,000 further exercises, his comprehension of teleportation had reached a considerable level, and he was basically able to do whatever he wanted.

Although each teleportation was still only ten zhang, but let Qingyun be ecstatic, he knew that he had mastered the foundation of teleportation, the distance was short just because the current cultivation was not enough, if he could enter the Divine Venerable Realm or the real Yuan Infant Stage, his teleportation would be at least more than a thousand zhang per time.

And when he came back to his senses from the perception of teleportation, he found that he had unconsciously narrowed the distance between himself and the whirlpool, and it only took a few more teleportations for him to really get closer.

However, this teleportation technique is extremely expensive, and with Bu Qingyun's current cultivation, he can't perform it continuously and unrestricted in a short period of time, so he can only sit down cross-legged in the same place, swallow the pill to restore his cultivation, and at the same time, he also keeps himself in the fullest peak state at all times, so as to meet the accidents that occur at any time.

And as he continued to approach the whirlpool, Bu Qingyun was also affected by the rich death qi coming from the whirlpool, and his body began to show signs of aging, his skin became wrinkled, and his hair turned white.

By the time he approached with another successive teleportation, his hair had gradually turned gray in layers and furrows on his forehead, making him look like an old man in his twilight.

Not only that, but as he got closer to the whirlpool, he could feel that the Broken God Seed in the soul of the deity also began to struggle violently, and this intensity of struggle had never happened before.

Bu Qingyun's inner doubts have reached their peak, what is the existence of the world behind the whirlpool? One thing is certain, though, that there must be a way to crack the seed of the Broken God.

Although the death qi is constantly increasing, and it is even possible that he will be invaded and killed by the rich death qi before he has found this method, but at this moment he has no way back, he must move forward, he must find that method, otherwise he will never be able to break through the cultivation again.

Bu Qingyun finally came to the whirlpool in the middle, his hands clenched into fists, his white hair fluttering, although he looked like he was dying, the longing and firmness in his eyes were as strong as ever.

Finally he stepped into the vortex, and his form vanished.

And when he reappeared, what he saw was a completely different world, he was standing at the moment on one of the countless platforms floating in the air, and below these countless platforms, there was an endless pool of blood, the pungent smell of blood filled the entire space, and the rich dead air before was also emanating from this endless pool of blood.

Bu Qingyun's heart was shaken, this shocked him even more than the first time he discovered the underground palace under the Fire Source Continent!

In the endless pool of blood, there is a floating land, more precisely an island, on the island is inserted nine thick stone pillars, between the nine stone pillars there is a chain connecting one by one, and on the nine stone pillars, at this moment are sitting nine white bones, you can clearly see that it is a human skeleton.

There is no doubt that he can overcome all the obstacles in front of him, and there are some obstacles that he may not have encountered, and the only one who can finally come here can only be a great supernatural monk.

Around the nine thick stone pillars, there were also countless small pillars, which were connected to the nine stone pillars in a special way, and on these small pillars, there was also a monk's white bone sitting.

Bu Qingyun roughly estimated that there were at least tens of thousands of stone pillars, that is to say, tens of thousands of monk bones.

The cultivation of these tens of thousands of monks ranged in strength and weakness, and the strongest was naturally the nine people on the nine thick stone pillars, and Bu Qingyun swept his gaze over the white bones of these monks one by one.

Suddenly, his gaze froze, and he found that among the tens of thousands of small pillars, there was a white bone on a pillar that actually emitted a faint breath.

At first, this aura was extremely weak, but after only ten breaths, this aura reached its peak, comparable to the three-star God Venerable Realm.

And with the enhancement of the aura, the white bone gradually turned from white to red on its own, and then strangely grew bloody flesh meridians attached to the white bone, and finally gave birth to skin and hair, and all this only took ten breaths.

It was a middle-aged man, and after his breath had completely stabilized, the man opened his eyes, just in time for Bu Qingyun's gaze to make contact.

As soon as his body moved, he had already left the stone pillar and roared towards Bu Qingyun.

Bu Qingyun's old face changed, what he was afraid of was not this weirdly resurrected three-star God Venerable Realm cultivator, but he was worried that other cultivators would also be resurrected.

If that's the case, he won't have the slightest power to resist!

The monk slapped down with a palm and landed on Bu Qingyun's heavenly spirit, and suddenly Bu Qingyun's body was illusory, it turned out to be an afterimage, and his true body had already teleported ten zhang away.

At the same time, the three gods of Buqingyun changed and operated, and their cultivation reached the peak of the one-star god venerable realm, and at the moment when the man's punch came again, he pointed out: Draw the ground as a prison!

A huge backlash struck, and a mouthful of blood spurted out and spilled into the pool of blood below.

"Seed of the Broken God!"

Bu Qingyun was almost a little angry, if it wasn't for the suppression of the Split God Seed, once the Three Divine Transformation was cast, he could easily obtain the combat power of the peak of the Two-Star God Venerable Realm, and he would not be so passive at this moment.

Before the blood at the corner of his mouth could be wiped away, the moment he trapped the man with the painting ground as a prison, he immediately teleported, so that one of the man's attacks after breaking free from the restraint landed on his afterimage.

The man's empty eyes suddenly flashed a hint of strangeness, but he didn't hesitate, but then pointed at Bu Qingyun's chest.

Bu Qingyun couldn't resist it, so he had to be forced to use teleportation to dodge, but his combat power beyond his true cultivation with the Three Divine Transformation was already extremely wasted, and at this moment, he had to divide his strength to support the teleportation technique, which made him feel overwhelmed.

But Bu Qingyun didn't wait for him, and when he continued to teleport and dodge, he found that although the man had an aura comparable to the five-star God Venerable Realm, it was not like the power of the monk's source qi, but like a very pure body divine power, a punch was a punch, a palm was a palm, and there was no source force spell mixed in.

This made him puzzled at the same time, but also reminded him of the folding fan magic weapon that he snatched from Qin Zhen's hand, he remembered that there was an extremely large giant in the folding fan magic weapon, when he punched the giant, he had a deep memory of this power, which was very similar to the power of the man in front of him.

After thinking of this, Bu Qingyun immediately turned around, and when the man's punch was about to fall on him, he once again tried his best to unleash the painting as a prison, and at the same time, the killing Dao thought at the center of his eyebrows turned into a red lightning bolt, piercing the man's chest in an instant.

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