In the hundred years since the opening of the heavens, Mouton has never cultivated and improved his own world.

He's going through the soul beast. Soul beasts can advance as their master progresses, especially in the master's world.

The nine-rank soul beast can open the Xuan Realm. Before the Nine Ranks, if the soul beast can participate in the advancement of the monk's own world, it will be of great help to promote the Nine Grades and open up the Xuan Realm.

And if there is a soul beast participating in the sacrifice of the cave world, the cave world can also obtain a soul beast's virtual and real Dao rhyme, which is more powerful and powerful.

It's just a waste of a hundred years, and it's a good deal to wait for the soul beasts to be subdued to improve the cave world.

In the past hundred years, Mouton has accumulated a lot of genius earth treasures that have improved the cave world, just waiting for the soul beast to recognize the master, and instantly make up for the hundred years of stagnation.

Today, he was forced to advance.

If you don't advance again, you will be beaten to death by Feng Yiju.

Feng Yiju was blocked by the formation, a trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes, and the output of mana was lifeless, and the big seal and the fairy sword smashed towards the formation like a thunderstorm.

Crackling! One side of the array couldn't resist the continuous dense attacks, cracking a gap.

Mouton was in a hurry, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the genius treasure in front of him, igniting a raging fire. The refining speed of the genius earth treasure is three points faster.

This is his original true blood, and this time it is a big loss. If Qingyuan is not slaughtered, all the resources will be collected, and it will not be able to make up for it.

Feng Yiju's face became gloomy, and the fairy sword in his hand shot out an automatic attack, and he sealed the condensation method himself, turning into thunder and lightning and mountain torrents and rushing towards the formation.

The sound of crackling on the array disk couldn't help but be heard, and the entire array disk was already full of cracks like a spider web, and the other side of the array disk also began to crack.

Mouton was so anxious that another mouthful of true blood spurted out, burning his lifespan, trying his best to refine the genius earth treasure and mobilize the power of the world at the same time.

Open it for me! Open! Open!

At the moment when Feng Yiju broke open the two square arrays, the cave world suddenly opened. Rapidly expanding, enveloping the surrounding boundaries in an instant.

Feng Yiju rushed out of the formation, and as soon as he rushed out, he saw that the scene had changed around him.

It is no longer the appearance of the green pine trees of Dongyun Mountain, but bare and desolate.

Loud laughter came from all directions: "Hahaha, the wind is easy to live!" In my world, I am God, what should you do?! ”

Mouton appeared in the sky, sitting on the Golden Throne beneath him, and his injuries were rapidly recovering.

He looked down at Feng Yiju, the relieved expression on his face had not yet dissipated, and the rebelliousness had risen. The humiliation of 300 years ago is not in the past.

Cultivating the Tao and cultivating the mind, without thinking about it, you can still look at it indifferently. Today, he was pressed and beaten by Feng Yiju for another day, and this anger rose.

"How do you want to die?" He looked down at Feng Yiju.

He would never take care of this and that like Feng Yiju did three hundred years ago, and he would not dare to kill people. Today's wind is easy to live and you will die!

Who knows what kind of accident will happen once you let it go? Maybe I will be beaten to death by Feng Yiju next time?

Feng Yiju Immortal Sword was inserted on the ground, looking up at Mouton, the corners of his mouth actually brought a smile: "Mu Daoyou probably hasn't understood yet, 'Whatever my Qingyuan Array Flag is inserted, it is all Qingyuan Realm!'" 'Meaning. ”

Mouton's bad premonition rose, and before he could throw Feng Yiju out of his world, the cyan flag had suddenly been planted on the ground. The intertwined meridian-like lines instantly surged in all directions.

For a moment, Mouton felt his control over the territory disappear.

His face changed instantly, and he asked the strong man to break his wrist and directly cut off that area. But when he saw Feng Yiju, he didn't know where to take out a sword box.

Look up at him with a smile.

"Brother Mu has not forgotten that I am from Qingyuan Sword House?"

Mouton's face has changed dramatically!

Qingyuan Sword House, it is said that it is a sword cultivation method, but it is better to say that it is a sword box, each person has countless fairy swords, and each sword has a different role.

In the midst of the lightning and flint, Mouton had already drawn his fingers to cut off Feng Yiju and that realm. But he suddenly found that he couldn't perceive that realm at all.

It was as if it didn't exist at all. How do you cut something that doesn't exist?

Not only that, but he found that his true element, the power of the world, was completely sealed in this moment, and he couldn't use it at all!

The drawn runes dissipated instantly.

Stepping on the realm of heaven and opening the sky, in essence, the monk is the heaven and the earth, and the heaven and the earth are the monks. The array flag was planted in the world, as if it was inserted into his body, and the whole person was out of control.

But at this moment, I saw Feng Yiju slap the sword box, and four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are famous, cutting spring, summer, autumn and winter, throughout the ages!" He pointed at a halberd, and the four swords shot into the four corners of the world in an instant, and four sword holes suddenly appeared on Mouton's body, and blood flew out.

The monks are one with heaven and earth, and the monks are also killed by the heavens and the earth.

Mouton's face became paler, and his eyes were full of horror. It didn't matter if the injury was, he couldn't feel the time change in the cave world!

Feng Yiju slapped the sword box again, and four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are famous, slashing in all directions, the four poles of the domain!" The sword came out of the dragon's groan, and there were four more blood holes on Mouton's body. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes showed horror: "Spare your life!" Wind Tunnel Friends spare their lives! Allow me to return and never dare to step into Dongyun again! ”

Lose your marbles! Lose your marbles!

Some elders have long told you that you can't easily include outsiders in your own world, why don't you listen? Why not!

I also took in the enemy!

This wind is not right, it is by no means the limit of ordinary demon transformation, he knows too much about the cave world, slashing time, slashing space, and the sword is not empty, as if in his cave world, time and space are marked out openly!

The Open Heaven Realm didn't know so much about the Monk Cave Heaven World!

But seeing that Feng Yiju didn't hear him shouting, he slapped the sword box again, and still four fairy swords flew out.

"These four swords are called the Pure Land, slashing the earth, water, wind and fire!"

The throne under Mouton's body collapsed in an instant, his face was like ashes, but there was a sudden look in his eyes, he looked at Feng Yiju: "You are not here to kill me, you are just to deprive me of the cave world?" ”

Feng Yiju didn't answer, the halberd pointed a little, and the four swords of the Pure Land shot out. The figure of Mouton in the cave world shattered in an instant.

Feng Yiju took out the big seal, looked at the sky and threw it away, the big seal was suspended in the air, he jumped up, and the landing was already outside.

Mouton lay on the ground with a sluggish face, breathing.

The cave world was forcibly stripped away, and the Tao was half abandoned.

He looked at Feng Yiju resentfully: "No wonder you want to fight with me for a long time, you are forcing me to refine the genius earth treasure to improve the cave world!" ”

Since he opened the sky, he has never sacrificed the cave heaven world, only waiting for the soul beast to be in place to sacrifice with him.

Feng Yiju held a crystal clear ball in one hand, and the ball was wriggling, like a raw chicken with a hard shell.

"Not bad!" He responded.

Mouton's world is too fragile, and if he is not forced to stabilize it, it will be dissipated if it is stripped out.

"Who are you going to transplant my world to?" Mouton gritted his teeth.

Feng Yiju shook his head and smiled: "Don't give it to anyone, the monks who can transplant the cave world of others are enough to open up their own world, why transplant it?" If you can't get an inch after transplanting, what's the use of a waste world like this? ”