Extremely cautiously withdrew from the territory of Yanjun Dajiao, did not dare to leak the slightest breath, and escaped into the front edge of the Pangu Continent with extreme caution along a spiritual vein on the back side of the Pangu Continent, and cast a spell next to a mountain full of violent thunder that had just manifested from the chaotic qi, and stepped into it.

There must be no traces left for Yanjun Dajiao to follow, even if he has erased any traces of his existence with Hongmeng purple qi, but he is guaranteed that among the eighteen saints, there is an existence with amazing talent and supernatural powers that can be found Beg to leave some traces. The safest way is to return to Dawu through the Dao, which is naturally the best in the Netherworld.

The endless Netherworld, the boundless Netherworld Yellow Spring, the countless ghosts struggle and roar in the Yellow Spring, those fierce and peerless Yellow Springs Yaksha laugh wildly and drive all kinds of Netherworld beasts to and fro in the Yellow Spring, picking up the delicious looking ghosts and stuffing them into their stomachs.

A group of about 10,000 people, the Yellow Spring Yaksha even spread a large net on the rolling waves of the Yellow Spring, catching a large number of ghosts with the net like a human fisherman fishing. In the past, when the six great bodhisattvas of Pudu sat in the netherworld, where did these Huangquan Yaksha have the audacity to hunt ghosts unscrupulously for food? But now, the Netherworld Yellow Spring has become their world, and the Bodhisattvas and Arhats of the Buddha's netherworld have not appeared for a long time, and the Huangquan Yaksha is naturally happy to act according to instinct.

With a cold snort, Beqi smashed down with a palm thunder, and more than 10,000 Huangquan Yaksha were blasted into a sticky and foul-smelling yellow sè juice by the palm thunder and merged into the Yellow Spring. Don't beg to look around, and seeing that there are still a lot of yaksha raging in the distance, he yīn galloped all the way with a calm face, shaking his hand to kill all these yakshas. Even those Yakshas, who saw the opportunity and escaped into the depths of the Yellow Spring, were chased and killed by his huge divine sense, and there was no living place left behind.

Seeing the sight of these Yaksha wreaking havoc and mutilating ghosts, Beg couldn't help but regret a little, knowing that this was the case, when Rì should have left a few Netherworld Bodhisattvas and Arhats to sit here. This is like the relationship between wolves and sheep, don't beg to wipe out the secret veins of Buddhism as wolves, these Huangquan Yaksha are like sheep, they are unscrupulous and multiply.

As the flock grew, the undead ghosts, who existed like grass, naturally fell into blood mold, and the souls of these people were swallowed up by the Yakshas, and there was a certain amount of accounting for Beggar. Don't beg, with a calm face, pinched his fingers and counted it, and couldn't help but be startled, his merits had actually decreased a lot, and it was not that he had accumulated too much merit before, and he was afraid that he had already been riddled with karma.

Helplessly, he looked at the boundless Netherworld Yellow Spring, and muttered: "I won't kill Boren, Boren died for me, tsk, this karmic entanglement is really powerful." Just escorted Yu Ji and them to reincarnate, and actually provoked this group of bald donkeys, just punishing this group of bald donkeys, and as a result, so many undead ghosts were destroyed. You'll have to be cautious in the future, and God knows how much it will be involved?"

It was this realization that Beggar's state of mind was clear, and the divine power and divine yuan stolen from the Qing Emperor's body these days, and the huge jīng qi stolen from the source of fire wood were all transformed into Hongmeng purple qi to fill his body. Beqi's figure was blurred for a while, as if a void was forming in his body, and the starlight that was entangled in his body turned into countless nebulae and swirled, and then a white flame like a jewel spread out in his body, gradually merging into his limbs.

Beggar's body trembled slightly, he stood on top of the yellow spring, and the mustard seed world in his body was slowly disintegrating, gradually merging with him. From now on, there is no distinction between the mustard seed world and Beggar, and once the fusion is completely completed, he is a world in itself. Refining Heaven ** was running at full speed, and the huge aura in the mustard seed world, countless spiritual vein peaks, etc., were absorbed and digested by Beggar's body.

A bright light appeared in the palm of the hand, and a small world was embedded in this bright light. Countless heavenly ghosts are living freely in this world, and they are not aware of any strange changes that have taken place in the outside world. Bei Qi smiled slightly, and the bright light in his palm flashed, and the yellow spring around him disappeared in an instant, and was sucked into this small world along with the countless Yellow Spring Yaksha inside.

Give those heavenly ghosts a tempering object, and use these fierce and tyrannical yaksha to hone them, so as to produce a powerful enough heavenly ghost pawn.

The viscous yellow spring water around him slowly filled this side, and Bei Qi spit out a mouthful of white gas with a faint fragrance, he glanced around, and his body suddenly sank into the filthy yellow spring water. The yellow spring water completely engulfed the slightest trace that Beqi might have left behind, and no one could track Beg's whereabouts with supernatural powers.

The body is still rapidly converting the benefits of these few days.

The Blue Emperor, the White Emperor, and the Black Emperor stole the divine power and divine yuan in their bodies, which just raised Beggar's mana cultivation to the limit of the six grades of breaking the Dao. But the Heavenly Dao perception in the core of their divine soul gave Bei Qi endless benefits, he lay in the yellow spring and drifted with the waves, the divine soul gradually absorbed and digested these feelings, and the surrounding yellow spring water was gradually transformed by his breath, and actually evolved into a clear water pond with a radius of 100 acres in the boundless yellow spring, and a lotus flower was born.

This is a trace of breath leaked when Beqi fuses the avenue of the Blue Emperor and the Black Emperor, the yellow spring water is also water, and it is still controlled by the law of water. As for those lotus flowers, they were derived from the leaked Qingdi breath.

As the Yellow Spring gradually drifted, the divine power and divine yuan of the three Qingdi were completely digested by Beggar, and his mana cultivation was also stabilized at the limit level of the six grades of breaking the Dao. Then he began to fully fuse the huge and incomparable Yuan Force stolen from the Fire Source Wood, and a huge amount of Hongmeng purple qi was constantly generated, gradually compressing into his own jīng Hua and integrating into his body.

Breaking through the six grades of the Dao Break, Bei Qi wandered on the Yellow Spring for a full month, and with the help of the Yuan Power of the Stolen Fire Source Wood, his mana cultivation actually broke through all the way to the Fourth Grade of the Broken Dao. Don't help but be speechless, how much yuan power is hidden in that fire source wood? If he can really condense the human form and cultivate spiritual wisdom, I'm afraid he will not be able to step into the realm of merger immediately?

It's no wonder that Yanjun Dajiao attaches so much importance to the source wood of fire, he cultivates next to the source wood of fire at night, and his own jīng qi god resonates with the source wood of fire, if the source of fire wood transforms, it is the general relationship between Yanjun Dajiao brothers and sisters, and then he will have a big helper in the realm of harmony.

It's a pity that it was so ravaged by Beggar, and the time for the source of fire to transform into a wood was at least delayed by several calamities. What Beg plundered was his fundamental vitality jīng hua, which could not be replenished in just a few days. But this account should be recorded on the head of Changmei Lao Dao, right? Everyone witnessed that it was he who used his magical powers to smash Yao Ling on the Fire Source Wood, smashing the Fire Source Wood out of a big hole.

Thinking of the pride, Beg couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It took a month of hard work, all the stolen vitality in the body has been turned into his own, and his cultivation has been steadily maintained in the realm of the four grades of breaking the Dao, and his physical body has been tempered with the help of the power of Yuan Ling Zhenyan, and his strength has increased by more than a hundred times compared to a month ago. It's just that the Dao Jīng Yi stolen from the Qing Emperor and them will take a little time to absorb, after all, the power of Beggar's divine soul is far inferior to these three old monsters that have existed since the beginning of the world, and if you want to absorb all of their Dao Xing, you must at least raise your own divine soul to the same level as them.

There was a faint bright light in front of him, and Beqi floated freely with the yellow spring water, and was actually sent to the vicinity of the Six Reincarnation Treasure Wheels.

Standing up lazily, Beqi looked in the direction of the six reincarnations, and he couldn't help but be frightened by this look - the mountain range that was completely destroyed by him appeared in the Yellow Spring again, and the mountain was densely covered with strange flowers and plants, and the fragrance of Ran Ran came, washing away the bad smell of the Yellow Spring Water. Countless palaces have been built on the mountain, and a large group of bodhisattvas and arhats are building a new palace there with countless materials, just like coolies working on the streets.

The leader who worked as a builder there was the Bodhisattva of the Six Realms of Pudu, who once led the Netherworld.

Today, Pudu Liudao is grimacing, holding a small piece of green jade tiles as thin as cicada wings but the size of a fingernail, and carefully pasting them outside a jīng-clever-jīng palace. All the materials of this palace, whether it is bricks and tiles or beams and columns, are made of this extremely thin, extremely small, and extremely beautiful small material, so that the palace is transparent inside and outside, exuding colorful streamers, and it is as beautiful as a dream.

The roof of that palace is hundreds of zhang in circumference, and the entire roof must be piled up with such small jīng tiles, and countless jewels and jade are inlaid between the upper and lower eighteen layers of tiles to decorate, and all the jewels and jade are carved into specific shapes, which need to be inlaid together with jīng wonderful techniques.

This job is not tiring for Purdue Liudao, but it is too tormenting. And obviously, no mana is allowed to be used in the construction process, and it can only be completed completely by manpower! Don't beg to look at the Pudu Liudao that was carefully built up on the roof with tiles piece by piece, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, if he hadn't taken them away, where would there be today?

Just as he was wondering who was tossing the group of great monks of Pudu Liudao so much, he heard a piercing scolding suddenly coming from a large hall on the top of the mountain.

"Waste, a bunch of waste, isn't it just the tears that let you collect 4,900 virgins who have a specific birth and blood phase cry first? Why haven't you been able to start for so long? What am I still raising you for? Say, what am I still raising you for? Raising a dog can still be slaughtered and eaten meat, what can you eat after you monks slaughter it? Ah? Your meat is all smelly!"

A cloud of colorful light and shadow floated out, dozens of lights and shadows shaped like long whips volleyed in the air, and more than a dozen Arhats were beaten and rolled down from the top of the mountain with their heads in their hands.

Beqi was in a daze here, but the light and shadow didn't know how to see Bebeg at a glance, and a sharp and ugly roar rose to the sky: "Who dares to peep here?"

A cloud of colorful thunder the size of a mung bean roared, straight to the eyebrows.