"Extreme Esoteric Cultivator?"

Shui Zexi nodded, looking at the face of the numb with a puzzled look, flat stretched out his right palm, and a cloud of water mist floated out of the palm and went straight to the face of the numb.

Mian Ma could feel that the water mist was not dangerous, but contained a lot of information, he stretched out his hand to touch the water mist, and a cool feeling followed, along the meridians straight to the hippocampus in Mian Ma's mind.

"Buzz!"

The picture in front of his eyes changed, and he found himself at the bottom of the sea, ten steps away there was a scallop with two shells spread out on top and bottom, and Mizusawa Creek, whose body no longer had cracks, sat cross-legged inside, his aqua blue hair shimmering in the inky black seabed.

Mian Ma did not panic and waited quietly in place.

Suddenly, a voice came straight into his head.

"After those of us natural energy cultivators have cultivated to a certain level, we will usher in the first physical advancement, some of us will choose to completely transform into other races, and some will still choose to be human."

As soon as the words fell, Shui Zexi stood up, and a strong wave similar to the advanced level of facial hemp gushed out horizontally, and a trident with a golden dragon coiled on the handle of the halberd condensed in his hand, and Shui Zexi's body was also covered with a water-blue scale armor.

"We call advanced cultivators Extreme Realm Esoteric Cultivators."

The scene at the bottom of the sea turned, and he was in a battlefield where the shouts of killing were soaring.

Mizusawa Creek was surrounded by tens of thousands of people, and I saw him wave the trident in his hand, and the tens of thousands of people around him with the strength of the upper ninja didn't even have time to scream, so they directly turned into a puddle of water.

Hundreds of miles of mud, trees, and mountains have turned into bubbling water.

After doing this, the figure raised the trident in his hand, and the water around it rushed towards the figure's body as if it were under control.

"When we get rid of our own shackles and reach the end of the extreme, in order to make further breakthroughs, we will break ourselves and complete transcendence!"

Streams of water wrapped Mizusawa Creek layer by layer, and the blue hair was very shiny under the nourishment of the water, and the trident in his palm and the scale armor on his body all exuded a faint blue light. Behind him was a pale blue phantom of the soul.

"After the detachment of the body, our souls must also be immortal!"

The pale blue soul phantom slowly solidified, and its own blue became more profound, and finally turned into a deep ocean-like inky blue.

"These cultivators who chase the immortality of the soul are, soul realm secret cultivators."

This is the end of the scene, and the picture in front of his eyes also cracks and falls down like broken glass, and finally he sees his familiar study again, and sees Mizusawa Creek in front of him who is chuckling and looking at him.

Mian Ma first bowed seriously, and said with gratitude:

"There is guidance from His Excellency Lao Shuizexi."

Mizusawa Xi waved his hand absently:

"These are all common knowledge that you should know at your level, and I only hope that you can win the competition with Yunjun now."

Mian Ma nodded seriously, he took the same path as Yunhuang and only one person could win, so he could accept the initial investment of Shuizexi with peace of mind.

The two chatted a few more words, and Mizusawa Creek left on the grounds that it was better to stay here than to soak in the water.

After Mizusawa Creek left, Mian Ma straightened up from the soft chair and walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind him, holding the whirlpool spear condensed by his own strength in his hand, and quietly watching the sunset outside the window.

"Six-level, Extreme Realm Esoteric Cultivator. The end point of the struggle of ordinary ninjas is actually the starting point of the struggle of those guys in ancient times. ”

He thought to himself a little self-deprecatingly, but the corners of his mouth curled upward, and his eyes flashed with anticipation for the future.

"Mizusawa Creek, what kind of strength did you have?"

From the information he revealed in Shui Zexi's words, he could clearly know that Shui Zexi had surpassed the Soul Realm Secret Cultivator, and the strength of Cloud Emperor Yunjun was even higher than him.

"So it seems that the big barrel wood clan is not so simple."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he thought of the previous speculation that the Six Dao Immortals could change their souls.

Although it is not ruled out that there are other means, but based on his own strength and the description of Mizusawa Creek, he deduced that the six immortals at least have the strength of the soul realm, and it is even possible that they are beyond the soul realm like Mizusawa Creek.

By analogy, the strength of the big barrel wood Kaguya and the big barrel wood peach type is bound to be extremely strong, not to mention the big barrel wood family.

Thinking of this, he clenched the vortex spear in his hand, and he could feel that he was now improving slightly every moment, and he was constantly moving towards that limit.

"About three years?"

Mian Ma muttered softly, and as the last rays of the sunset dissipated, his figure disappeared in place.

……

The Vortex Nation Biological Laboratory, in a specially built small dark room

Mia Ma, who had changed into an experimental coat, was now busy standing beside a small bed, on which was the corpse of a toad that had been disemboweled, and next to it was a shivering slug.

"I've heard that there is a food called French baked snails, where the snail meat is taken out and cut into pieces, then coated in egg liquid and fried in a pan until golden brown, which is really delicious!"

While dissecting the corpse of the Zhima Immortal, Mianma talked about various food practices related to snails and slugs.

"Devil! Say no more! You can do whatever you want me to do! ”

Tears flowed from the slug's eyes, and its body trembled uncontrollably, and its thin voice was pleading.

It had just watched as Mia Ma had taken a small portion of its body, put it in a translucent tube, and handed it to a bald maniac.

After the madman took it, he didn't know where he had gone, but just looking at the appearance of his appetite now, he must have been more than lucky.

"As a part of the Slug Immortals, you shouldn't suffer so little, right?"

Mian Ma turned his head and laughed at the slug, and then controlled the fine wind to place the various organs on the body of the Zhi Ma Immortal in different categories.

Although the slug didn't know what Xiao Shou meant, he probably understood the meaning when he looked at the other party's demonic smile, and replied in a trembling voice:

"After our slug is separated, it resembles a shadow clone, and the memory is given according to the idea of the mother, and it has a different consciousness from the mother, and the consciousness will only disappear when it returns to the mother."

As he spoke, he also glanced at the numb face.

"It's an interesting way to split, isn't there only one slug in the entire Wet Bone Forest?"

Mian Ma asked with a pretended curiosity, and as he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked the beautiful flesh of the slug.

When he first came into contact, he could clearly feel the slug's body trembling, its skin was not as sticky as he imagined, but very smooth, the touch was like stroking the skin of a baby, and his face was numb for a while.

The slug, who was obediently lying on the experimental table, was touched by the numbness of his face, feeling the power in his hand that could turn him into a roasted slug at any time, and the slug said from the heart:

"Yes, sir! All slugs in the Wet Bone Forest are derived from the slug immortals.

"But after the slug immortals split, they no longer care about us, and then the slug that splits out will continue to split, so that the wet bone forest is full of countless small slugs, and I have been splitting for more than ten years."

As he spoke, he twisted his body slightly, trying to break free of his numb hand, but looking at his increasingly dangerous eyes, he still obediently lay down and gave up struggling.