In the end, Ji Sanniang and Xue Yan didn't get much useful information from the Blood Buddha's mouth.

According to the Blood Buddha, he couldn't sense the breath of the Buddha in this heaven and earth at all, he was a disciple of the Buddha himself, but he was not a Buddha, and it was not enough to understand the heavens.

"But"

Just when everyone was disappointed, the Blood Buddha smiled slightly, pointed to the half-cut demon pestle, and said: "This demon pestle was given to me by the Buddha, and there is a trace of the Buddha's spiritual thoughts on it, but it is a pity that it was scrapped in the great war 10,000 years ago, otherwise I may be able to perceive the Buddha's location." ”

"Are you saying that if you find the half-cut demon pestle, you can know if the Buddha is still alive?" Ji Sanniang and Xueyan looked at the Blood Buddha together, their faces full of suspicion: "You can't make it up on purpose, you just want to trick us into helping you find the half-cut demon pestle." ”

"How come, am I that kind of person?" the Blood Buddha swore an oath, patted his chest and said: "This demon pestle is really given to me by the Buddha, it is one of the only few artifacts around the Buddha, if it is not scrapped, I will not necessarily lose to the Xuanyuan Sword, as long as I can recover the half of the demon pestle, I will definitely be able to sense the Buddha's location." ”

Everyone looked at each other, a little suspicious.

The Blood Buddha is notoriously unserious, even if it is the same ascension, it may not be able to be honest, although the Demon Pestle is indeed the Buddha's thing, but whether the Buddha can be found with a Demon Pestle is not yet known, who can know that the Blood Buddha is not in the mouth?

In the end, Duanmu Wu decided that the half-cut Demon Pestle must be found, but there is no hurry, the most important thing now is to gather the anti-heaven fighters scattered in the cultivation realm.

Everyone turned into a streamer and went to the next place, the anti-heaven fighters in the southern region of the Xiuzhen Realm were all separated, and few of them were together, and they were all powerful in the world, most of them were arrogant, and most of them would not gather together if no one contacted them.

At the same time, in a small space on Xuanwu Island.

Lin Xiaokut sat on the lonely peak, let the ice and snow cover it, the cold wind eroded, his body was already almost rotten, and the shriveled skin was attached to the skeleton, which was a veritable dried corpse.

However, his soul is extremely active, and strange powers flow in it, passing through the avenues of heaven and earth, constantly perceiving the origin of the world and the true meaning of the avenues.

What is the Tao?

The Tao is natural, and the Tao is this heaven and earth, this nature. All things are reborn, the years change, a flower is a world, a leaf is a Bodhi, this is the Tao, it is the avenue of heaven and earth, and it is also the supreme avenue in the hearts of cultivators.

In a trance, Lin Xiao realized a lot of things, and all kinds of avenues appeared in his heart, flowing quietly. Silently, his soul underwent a qualitative transformation, constantly jumping, constantly breaking through, and he had already surpassed the level of the divine soul of the distraction realm.

Now, the strength of his soul is already comparable to that of a monk in the Merge Realm, and he is still growing, as if there is never an end, wandering in the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, transforming in the birth and death of all things, becoming more and more powerful.

Syllable!

A month later, Lin Xiao heard a sound in the dark, and suddenly found that his soul was shattered.

"What's going on?" Lin Xiao was shocked, but soon calmed down and was very excited, his soul was not shattered, but transformed and reborn.

It was only the outer layer that was broken, showing a glass-like appearance, and it shattered into pieces with a bang, and in the fragments, the newborn soul was even more crystal clear, more beautiful than the crystal, and a faint halo flowed in the soul, bringing him an incomparably powerful feeling.

Powerful, incredibly powerful, stronger than ever!

This is how Lin Xiao feels now, although it is only the strength of his soul, it still makes him excited, he feels that he can almost go up and down the Yellow Spring now, and it is not a dream to pick up the stars and take the moon.

After a long time, a layer of enlightenment rose in Lin Xiao's heart, calming him down, and he whispered silently in his soul: "The middle stage of the merger, this is the mid-stage realm of the merger." ”

It is difficult for outsiders to imagine what kind of transformation Lin Xiao is going through now, in just a few months, he has crossed from the early stage of distraction to the middle stage of integration, this speed is simply against the sky.

However, Lin Xiao was not satisfied, in today's cultivation realm, the powerhouses of the combined realm have come out, and there are not a few great masters in the realm of the tribulation, and there are even more anti-heaven fighters who have returned. The cultivation of the combined realm is nothing anymore, and it is still an ant if it is not in the realm of tribulation.

What's more, he has not yet found a way to cultivate the life element, although the soul is extremely powerful, but the physical body is still like dry bones, like a dry corpse, without any vitality.

The way of heaven is the sea, vast and unpredictable, and Lin Xiao is now one of the flat boats, rippling quietly.

Time has become very worthless in the cultivation realm, for monks, it is a hundred days in the blink of an eye, and years when they close their eyes, even if they wake up from meditation one day and find that the world has changed, they will not feel strange.

And now, it has been three years since Lin Xiao entered the small space.

In the past three years, many things have changed, the anti-heaven fighters have returned one after another, the four great immortal sects have been completely born, countless hidden masters have come out of the mountain, and now the two powerhouses in the cultivation realm are standing side by side, and the forces of the ascendants who have returned against the sky are unable to hold on to each other with the four upper immortal gates.

Xuanwu Island has naturally become a stronghold of the Ascended Forces, and many strong people who have returned against the sky have come to Xuanwu Island and gathered into a powerful force.

But at this moment, the atmosphere on Xuanwu Island is solemn, thousands of heavy killing arrays are all opened, and many masters are ready to fight, murderous, ready to fight at any time.

"It's coming!"

Duanmu Wu's pupils contracted, staring at the void and said, in the void outside Xuanwu Island, a stream of light suddenly flashed, and the black-clothed people, silver-clothed people, and gold-clothed people appeared one after another, and there were thousands of them. Black and silver, gold merged into a torrent that spread from the sky for miles.

Then, an even more powerful momentum rose from behind the black, silver, and gold, surging.

That is the real master of the Four Extremes Immortal Palace, and there are also strong people who have returned against the sky, as well as some powerful people who live in seclusion and solitude, as well as old men who have been sleeping for tens of thousands of years. At this moment, they all came out, standing in the void, blooming with unparalleled might.

Xuanwu Island, as the largest Ascendant power stronghold in the Southern Regions, will inevitably be discovered even if it is secretive.

Now, the Four Extremes Immortal Palace is pouring out, wanting to break through Xuanwu Island in one fell swoop and kill the ascendant masters gathered on Xuanwu Island.

More and more powerhouses converged outside Xuanwu Island, forming a powerful 'momentum', which fell silently, causing strong pressure on Duanmu Wu and the others.

"Poof!"

A young monk who had not cultivated enough could not bear the pressure, opened his mouth and spurted out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the sky.

The Four Extremes Immortal Palace was pouring out, and the power of many masters gathered together was too strong, and ordinary monks couldn't even resist this kind of coercion, let alone make a move.

"Hmph" Duanmu Wu frowned, snorted coldly, and his body shook with monstrous power, surging up like a big lang.

At the same time, the masters around him also bloomed their might, and together with Duanmu Wu, they burst out with an incomparably powerful "potential", and then went against the sky, and the huge coercion bombardment condensed by the many masters of the Four Extremes Immortal Palace collapsed and disappeared into flowing clouds.

Tiansha, Axe Zun, Ji Sanniang, Snow Smoke, Blood Buddha, Duanmu Wu

One by one, the warriors who returned against the sky stood on Xuanwu Island, each of them was a powerful and incomparable master, and their existence gave the monks on Xuanwu Island the greatest encouragement. Let them understand that there is no need to be afraid of the Four Extremes Immortal Palace, if there is a big battle, we can also go against the grain and shock the world.

Crash!

The camp of the Four Extremes Immortal Palace above Xuanwu Island suddenly separated a passage, and a domineering middle-aged man came from it, and his body was filled with divine light, almost suppressing the "general trend" of thousands of black-clothed people, silver-clothed people, and gold-clothed people.

"Brother Duanmu, why do you bother?" the domineering middle-aged man spoke, his voice calm with a strong confidence.

"We have nothing to say, 10,000 years ago fate has ended, and now we are destined to live and die each other, not to die, no matter how much you say, it is in vain. Duanmu Wu's face was very ugly, and he shouted: "Ling Xiaoke, if you want to fight, you will fight, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Hey!" In the void, the domineering middle-aged man sighed and whispered: "The friendship of 10,000 years ago, it's a pity, it's a pity"

Ji Sanniang, Xueyan, Tiansha, Axe Zun, these people are all angry, and they can't wait to scold Tian shamelessly.

Ten thousand years ago, Ling Xiaoke and Duanmu Wu originally had a very good relationship and were extremely close friends, and at that time Ling Xiaoke was still the palace master of the Four Extremes Immortal Palace, a generation of Tianjiao figures.

Like Ling Xiaoke, Duanmu Wu is also a peerless genius, and it would have been a good thing for the two to cherish each other. But later Shangxianmen launched a big war, Duanmu Wu was afraid of the old days, and his subordinates showed mercy, but they were plotted by Ling Xiaoke, so that they were silent for ten thousand years, and they almost couldn't live anymore.

It can be said that the reason why Duanmu Wu was sealed in the sarcophagus for 10,000 years was due to Ling Xiaoke.

Now there is no mercy between the two, some are just hatred, no matter how much they say, it seems hypocritical, it is better to fight for life and death, and have a grudge against the past.

Without saying anything more, Ling Xiaoke waved his hand indifferently and gave the order for a big battle.

Today's Siji Immortal Palace is not Yun Potian's master, but Ling Xiaoke, the previous palace master, a powerhouse with peerless talent.

Kill!

Kill!

The shouting of killing shook all directions, and thousands of black-clothed people, silver-clothed people, and gold-clothed people danced together, gathering huge forces together, forming three blazing divine rays, sweeping down, and bombarding the Xuanwu Island defense array, stirring up countless energy ripples.

rumble

With such a huge force, it was enough to crush the earth, shaking Xuanwu Island violently, and the defense array was even more brilliant and unstable.