Is this the central formation of the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven?

Wrapped in a cloud of colorful light, Yan Xing crossed the spatial barrier and escaped into the dimensional mezzanine, looking down from above, as if from the perspective of God, in an instant, he glimpsed and saw an infinite array.

This array covered the entire Flying Immortal Continent, spanning two thousand light years, such a magnificent creation, which could not be done by gods and demons.

Infinite brilliance, condensed into countless runes, these runes converge into rivers, surging endlessly, these rivers of light are the veins of the array, criss-crossed, incomparably complex, and in each of the intertwined veins, there is a round of bright light like the sun, this is countless array eyes.

In the depths of one of the rivers of light, there was an imperceptible mustard seed, which was flowing down the runes, and Yan Xing instantly fell into the mustard seed under the traction of the colorful light.

Normally, across space, and in such a short period of time, ordinary people's perception is chaotic and disorderly, and they can't see the outside world clearly.

But Yan Xing was different, the [Time and Space Traveler] helped him cancel out all the negative states, so he could catch a glimpse of the grand thing of the central formation in the moment of dimensional transformation.

Kiss!

As if stepping over a layer of bubbles, Yan Xing raised his eyes and swept it, finding that he had landed on the ground, in a gray square.

At the end of the three directions of the square, the dimensional fog was impassable, and in front of it, there stood an extremely wide and boundless wall that had been inserted into the dimensional mist, its color was pale and I don't know what kind of substance it was.

Yan Xing froze and strode forward, scanning his surroundings out of the corner of his eye.

On the huge square, there were one sculpture after another, lifelike, vivid, and Yan Xing even had a feeling that these sculptures seemed to be staring at him.

A moment later, Yan Xing stopped in front of a huge stone tablet, and when he looked up, the four big characters of 'Daoyuan Cemetery' came into view.

"Why is this weird font again?"

Yan Xing frowned, in the world of fear memes, he had seen the "Haoran Righteousness" summoned by Lin Yu's sacrifice of life, and the font was the same as the one on this stone tablet.

Eighty percent of the shape of the small seal, and one percent of the shadow of the big seal, and one percent of the body of the golden text.

If it weren't for what he had learned in his previous life, he really wouldn't have understood this strange thing.

Yan Xing pressed his thoughts, walked to the stone tablet, raised his eyes and swept it, it was engraved with dense small characters, these fonts are much more normal, they are familiar simplified square characters, and they are also the common characters of this world.

"Flying Fairy Disciples, Yan Xing, thank you sages!"

Yan Xing bowed down, he remembered Sikong's entrustment, and held the highest respect and gratitude for these sages who left the source of the Tao and sheltered the younger generations.

Anyone who leaves the source of the Tao in the cemetery can leave their names on the stone tablet, and together with the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, they will live forever in the world.

does not leave the name on the front, but on the back, implying that many sages have paid silently behind the scenes.

"When I grow up, if I hunt the Dao Source, it will be useless to me, and I will probably put it in the cemetery."

"This is the inheritance!"

After some emotion, Yan Xing collected his emotions, turned around and walked towards the gray and white wall, stopping in front of a pitch-black portal carved with patterned patterns.

The scene depicted on the gate is one figure after another with blurred faces, fighting all kinds of terrifying and strange non-living forms in the depths of the mist, and it is extremely difficult to hunt back one after another extremely precious Dao sources.

Yan Xing looked at the token in his hand and slowly pressed it into a groove in the portal, and the moment he left his hand, the token escaped with a hazy brilliance, flowing into a striped path until it spread throughout the portal.

Buzzing! Boom –

Every figure on the door, they held tightly in their hands, and the "Dao Source" held high suddenly burst out with colorful light, and these rays of light gathered together, gradually forming a whirlpool channel.

The gray token automatically fell off from the portal and floated back into Yan Xing's hand, and Yan Xing no longer hesitated, stepping into the whirlpool.

"This is the Daoyuan Cemetery?"

Yan Xing stepped on the soft sand, and when he saw it, it was an endless black desert, with round pillars, standing everywhere at will, and among the black sand grains, there were also all kinds of strange things.

Thinking of the Great Elder Sikong's admonition, Yan Xing calmed his mind, concentrated his will, and walked in a random direction.

After a moment, he stopped in front of a piece of scarlet rotten wood, bent down, and slowly reached out to touch it.

Buzzing!

The wood trembled, and then burst into crimson light, the piece of wood slowly became blurry and transparent, and a ball of scarlet light deep inside it was clearly visible, beating slightly, as if it had life, it was cheering and jumping.

At this moment, Yan Xing's palm touched a layer of light film barrier, and the next moment, a message appeared in his heart.

"The Law of Blood, control the blood of all living beings, be good at attacking the flesh, increase the flesh, rarity level, completeness: six rings."

"Little one, do you want to come with me?"

"Thank you for perceiving my damn charm, but it's a pity that my brother doesn't like you!"

After that, Yan Xing did not hesitate, got up and left, leaving the Law of Blood to grumble and weep in place.

In the Daoyuan Cemetery, there are many Dao Sources, but they are all protected by light films, and each person, every time they enter, can only take one with them.

Don't think about playing tricks, there are a number of Dao sources here, every time you open it, you can only use a token to take away one, if there is a discrepancy in the number of Dao sources, the operation system of the entire cemetery will be chaotic, so it can be easily discovered.

Yan Xing didn't think too much about it, anyway, it was a reward for nothing, just pick a powerful Dao Source as much as possible, he didn't know what Dao Source he needed now.

In fact, he only needed to use a Dao Source to break through the realm, there were many talents, and he could continue to evolve, and his desire for Dao Source was not as strong as that of other monks.

But if you can choose a good one, Yan Xing will naturally not be polite, so try it as much as possible first.

A broken sword, a mysterious bone, a piece of grass, a crystal, or even a puddle of water that never runs dry......

Along the way, Yan Xing moved his hands and feet, and everything was touched by him.

Taiyi King Kong Rule, White Bone Law, Aoki Law, Reflection Law, Tianyi Heavy Water Law......

There are a lot of dazzling dishes, all of them are rare grades, ranging from five to eight rings, but they all have a strong reaction to Yan Xing, and if he wants to, he can take them away immediately.

"What's going on? Am I so popular with the law? ”

Yan Xing's figure froze for a moment, realizing the seriousness of the problem, which was completely different from what he had learned from Sikong's mouth.

Sikong popularized a lot of knowledge about Daoyuan to him.

The source of the Dao is the embodiment of the fragments of the law, they are innumerable, there are many genera, and the entire civilization has not dared to say that all the types of laws have been counted so far.

The affinity of living beings to the law is affected in many ways, such as the light of the origin of life, the bloodline, the physiognomy of the body, the exercises of cultivation, the aspect of consciousness, the character, the personality, and even the good and evil......

The most obvious of these, and second only to the Light of the Origin, is the "Power of the Bloodline".

For example, Raymond, he has awakened the two bloodlines of the Sun Titan and the Thunder Titan, so he has a very high affinity for the laws related to fire and thunder, and this kind of law is also more suitable for him, the two complement each other, and there will be an effect that one plus one is greater than two.

Thinking of this, Yan Xing was a little puzzled, his own affairs were known, he only had pure human blood in his body, and there were no other miscellaneous things.

"Is it because of the bloodline?"

Yan Xing was not sure, and it was difficult to make judgments without conclusive evidence, because there were too many variables that could affect the law.

"Or, it's these rare level Dao sources, their horizons are too low, and when they see a living person, they will be wrapped up with a dead face."

Yan Xing looked around, he had already determined that these Dao Sources thrown in the sand at random were all rare levels, which might be rare in the outside world, but there were really a lot of them here.

And those towering pillars, without thinking too much, must be carrying a kind of peerless Dao source.

Yan Xing stepped on his feet, and his figure jumped up like lightning, and fell lightly on a pillar, and when he looked closely, there was only a white feather on the flat top of the pillar.

Reach out and touch it, and the message comes to mind.

"In the 174.2 billion years of the ancient calendar, the Supreme Elder Huo Yunzi, who died in the dark, killed the 36-winged fallen angel of the energy-like immortal and hunted this source."

"The Divine Law of Light, the divine light that will never be extinguished in the endless darkness, the bright, the brilliant, the blazing life, the nemesis of evil. Peerless level, eight rings of integrity.'

The peerless eight rings, Yan Xing's heart moved, this thing seems to be very good, the most important thing is that the feather also floated up, flashing with a hazy white brilliance, eager to try, as if seducing him.

"Little Feather, it's not that you're not good, it's that Brother Yan wants to go shopping again, if you don't meet someone better than you, I'll come back and get you."

"Obediently, wait for me."

With that, Yan Xing ruthlessly turned around, jumped off the pillar one by one, and shot at the other.

It was a twisted and grotesque mask, Yan Xing frowned slightly, and reached out to touch it.

"In the 189.2 billion years of the ancient calendar, Elder Taishang boiled a wilderness, and in the abyss of ashes, he killed the material entity of the immortal eight-faced ghost Shura, and hunted this source."

"The law of the infernal netherworld, the interweaving of space and darkness, the combination of death and slaughter, will forever fall into purgatory in the infernal realm, giving birth to the power of destruction. Peerless level, seven rings of completeness.'"

As before, these peerless Dao sources not only describe their general bias, but also record when, where, and who hunted them, so it can be seen that peerless Dao sources are really very precious, and it seems that it is difficult to pick them naturally, and behind each one, it represents the death of a powerful immortal.

"Qihuan, it's not as cute as that little feather, at least people are better looking than you."

Yan Xing's eyes moved slightly, and the disgusting mask actually called him the same, squirming, and was about to climb up the light film barrier.

Up to now, the two peerless Dao Sources in a row were very kind to him and were willing to leave with him, which made Yan Xing's heart feel a little strange.

Could it be that all the laws are affinity with him?

If so......

Give it a try!

Yan Xing's expression was solemn, and with a movement of his mind, the skin on his wrist automatically cracked, a blood vessel cracked, and hot blood gushed out, and then he jumped off the column and ran wildly in the dark desert.

With a trace of golden blood, spilling on the earth, the breath that belonged to him, using blood as a medium, spread wildly in all directions.

'Yan Xing, there is no Shuang Dao Source in the Dao Source Cemetery, but no one knows where it is hidden, and only those who are qualified to have him will take the initiative to appear in the world......

Great Elder Sikong's words were still in his ears, and Yan Xing kept them in his heart, and now that he had the slightest possibility, he naturally wanted to give it a try.

Who doesn't want to have the law of incomparability?

If you want to play, just play a big one, it's really not good, and there are well-behaved little feathers waiting for him to get them.

Yan Xing's heart is like a mirror, fine, and the small abacus jingles.