Lingzhou, Yunmu Mountain.

Li Muyu, who was at the top of the sea of clouds, was still swallowing the clouds and mist all the time. Between one breath and one inhalation, two cloud pillars followed the nose and continued to pour into Li Muyu's nostrils.

Breathed in his mouth, and with the inflow of breath, the turbidity in the clouds and mist continued to spit out along Li Muyu's mouth.

Cycle after cycle, after a long period of accumulation, the meridians of Li Muyu's whole body, as well as the dantian under his abdomen, were all filled with cloud and mist qi.

"Close!"

Huo Ran's eyes opened, and with a loud shout, the clouds and mist within a radius of hundreds of miles poured into Li Muyu's mouth and nose frantically in an instant, and it was dozens of times more violent than the previous spitting posture.

"Clouds and water are born together, fog and vines are in the sky, supernatural powers, condensation!"

The magic trick in his hand was quickly beaten out by Li Muyu, and after nearly two months of enlightenment, the changes in the clouds and mist in "Three Thousand Ways of Resisting Water" were finally completely mastered by him. Accumulated steadily, and finally on this day, the second divine power seed of the water channel was finally successfully condensed by him.

"Boom—"

Just when Li Muyu was about to finish work, an April spring thunder suddenly sounded on the top of the entire Yunmu Mountain.

"It's time for rain......

Putting away his mana, Li Muyu looked at the thunder behind the clouds, and for some reason, a strong feeling of palpitation rose in his heart.

"After laying out the game for so long, it's time to close the net."

The dark clouds gradually gathered, and Li Muyu did not delay any longer, squinted his eyes, looked towards the west, and then quickly set up the cloud head, turned into a streamer, and flew towards the direction of the weak water.

……

The underworld, the marginal land.

The sea water was churning, the air was dead, looking at the sudden rise in the marginal land, Meng Qi's expression couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment.

In less than two months, the number of flowers on the other side of the marginal land has been increasing geometrically.

Before that, Meng Qi was also able to rely on his communication skills with the other side of the flower to control it a little.

But now, with the push of time, Meng Qixiu's humble shortcomings have become more and more obvious. And her control over the other side of the flower is also getting weaker and weaker because of her cultivation.

Finally today, the yin qi was restless, and the dense fragrance of the flowers on the other side was like a fierce giant python, directly out of Meng Qi's control, breaking through the enchantment, and dispersing to the periphery.

"Hum—"

Just when Meng Qi was a little ownerless, the chaotic Tianya wrapped around his waist popped out in an instant.

The red silk rose wildly, and before Meng Qi could react, he directly wrapped her in the red silk, tied up the five flowers, turned into a beam of fire-colored streamers, and disappeared into the sky of the marginal land.

"Poof—"

In an instant, Chaotian Aya carried Meng Qi straight through the nameless sea, and in the blink of an eye, the red Aya retreated, and Meng Qi, who was thrown to the ground, raised his head, and the first thing he saw was Li Muyu, who was dressed in water color and standing tall.

"Divine Monarch—"

As soon as Meng Qi wanted to get up and kowtow, he was held up by a soft force like a cloud and mist, and his index finger was lightly placed on his lips, Li Muyu turned his head indifferently, glanced in the direction of Meng Qi, made a silent movement, and said nothing.

"Whew-"

The spring breeze is steep, rolling up the fragrance of flowers all over the ground, and the thick red also rolls lightly with the sound of the wind, covering the entire sky of the weak waters.

"These ...... Is it all because of the fragrance of the flowers on the other side? ”

Meng Qi, who silently retreated behind Li Muyu, also followed Li Muyu's line of sight and looked up at the fire clouds in the sky.

Even if it was similar to Xiaguang, how could Meng Qi, who had been feeding the flowers on the other side for a long time, not recognize the taste in this red mist?

Although her heart was full of doubts, looking at Li Muyu who was silent in front of her, Meng Qi didn't dare to ask out loud, but kept using her pitiful knowledge of cultivation in her heart, as well as the inexplicable true memories in her mind, to estimate the cause and effect of the vision in front of her.

"Since we can't continue to hide, the only way is to declare it to the world openly."

Li Muyu stared intently at the strange scenery of the sky full of sunshine, as a natural god, how could he not see the doorway behind this vision.

The other side flower, as a strange flower that can protect the yin soul across the underworld, once it appears, it will become the target of all the gods in the heavenly court, the underworld, and all the gods.

The underworld is closed, separated from the realm of living beings, and unless it is a Yin soldier to guide the way, most of the Yin ghosts transformed into living beings after death will wander unconsciously in the upper realm until their souls are scattered.

For the Yin Soul, the only way to keep the soul is to break the barrier of the Soul Realm and go to the Underworld.

However, since a thousand years ago, due to the loss of the book of life and death, the underworld has suffered a great loss of luck, whether it is a Yin soldier or a immortal, there is not much left, not to mention being able to send extra troops to lure the lonely souls of the upper realm of Lingzhou.

Therefore, in the midst of this, as the Heavenly Court gradually regained its vitality, the forces of the underworld were always in a slump, and they had to rely on the support of the Heavenly Court to maintain the only remaining luck in the underworld.

However, if the soul-attracting effect of the Flower on the Other Shore is known to the Underworld, then the subtle relationship between the Underworld and the Heavenly Court, which has always been similar to "trees and vines", may be completely broken.

And as the fuse of this matter, the weak waters with the flowers on the other side will be completely reduced to an initial battlefield between the underworld and the heavenly court in the chessboard game.

As a small chess piece in the game field, Li Muyu now has to think about how to get out of this whirlpool. More importantly, he should think about how he can completely preserve his weak waters in this whirlpool.

Even if you are implicated, you must survive the turbulent tsunami.

"Since you can't dodge, you can only take the initiative!"

The sky of the weak waters was constantly dyed red, scarlet like blood, and bursts of sweet and greasy aromas of the soul were not only spreading throughout the weak waters. The crowd was crowded, and as the momentum of the vision in the air became louder and louder, the half-demons in the half-demon city couldn't help but poke their heads out and look into the air.

Hmmm-

When the color of the glow became deeper and brighter, it was like a red candle burning out, and all the red light suddenly disappeared in an instant, like an illusion, abruptly unreal.

"Gone?"

Meng Qi couldn't help but be slightly stunned as she watched the overwhelming vision disappear so abruptly. But when she turned her head to look at Li Muyu, it was different from her confusion.

Li Muyu was still staring at the sky, and his two sharp eyebrows were unconsciously wrinkled together.

"Roar—"

Just when Meng Qi couldn't help but want to ask out loud, an earth-shattering roar, like thunder on the ground, exploded in Meng Qi's ears at once.

"Is it ...... to turn into a form of luck?"