From space to the world, it takes trillions of years

There was no way to avoid it, so Chen Yu used his spiritual energy to block the dagger.

The knife tip only stopped when there was a hair-sized gap between it and the chest.

Chen Yu looked back and saw a huge fireball coming towards him.

He dodged to the side, and another hidden arrow pierced his abdomen at a tricky angle.

Great timing, but it didn't work for me.

Chen Yu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

In the distance, a burly figure was still hiding under the water, secretly frightened.

Han Shanrong is a casual cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining.

When he was thirteen years old, he was chopping wood in the back mountain and accidentally got a book of martial arts.

He ran to a private school to eavesdrop on the teacher's teaching, and was hung up and beaten when he was discovered.

With a glimmer of hope to change his fate, he finally read all the words on the martial arts manual.

When I first started cultivating immortality at the age of nineteen, I realized that I was still at the bottom.

His spiritual aptitude was not good. According to the description of the technique, with the speed at which he absorbed spiritual energy, he would never be able to break through to the next level in his lifetime.

It took more than thirty years of wasting time in the mortal world to achieve his current level of cultivation.

Although the road ahead was bumpy, he never gave up hope.

Ever since Chen Yu started fighting with the monster, Han Shanrong noticed the fluctuations here.

He just happened to see Chen Yu suddenly disappear on the claws of the strange beast and thought it was some clever escape technique.

But these escape techniques do not last long and cannot ignore any attacks.

So he took advantage of the fight between Chen Yu and the monster, concealed his aura, and approached quietly.

Flying sword, fireballs, and hidden arrows, these are his three weapons for sneak attacks.

Just when they were about to succeed, the other party suddenly disappeared.

The original attack missed, and he understood that this was definitely not an effect that could be achieved by the escape technique.

Chen Yu's figure appeared in the space. His first priority in cultivation was not to put himself in any risk, and he would hide in the space at the slightest sign of trouble.

The beads gave him a sense of security in the dark, as if no powerful being could break through the space and find him.

Ta Mei paced cautiously in the space.

Recently, Chen Yu planted peach trees and tea trees in the space, increased the number of spiritual herbs, and dug a pond to grow lotus roots, making the space a little crowded.

As soon as he came in, Chen Yu touched the horse's head in a relaxed manner.

Here, he can slowly adjust his condition.

Unlike Han Shanrong outside the space, who was trembling with fear and not daring to be careless at all.

Chen Yu first pulled out a spiritual medicine and swallowed it, then sat cross-legged to practice to replenish the consumed spiritual energy.

Before he appeared again, Han Shanrong didn't dare to move, for fear of being ambushed.

After a while, Chen Yu's spiritual energy recovered. He opened a small hole in the space and observed the situation outside the space.

This hole can only see outside but not inside, and it is a method he figured out recently.

Without any special skills, how can you dare to travel in the dangerous world of cultivating immortals?

Only then did he see the true identity of the attacker, a tall middle-aged man.

His appearance is not ugly. After all, those who practice Taoism are nourished by spiritual energy and basically do not have strange appearances.

But his eyes were sinister, just like the villain in a vernacular novel.

He was hiding in the water about ten feet from the shore. The water was dark, and it could hide his own breath, so it was no wonder that Chen Yu didn't find him just now.

Now that I can observe without distraction, I will naturally find it in no time.

The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it, right? You will never have this opportunity again.

I have to say that the patience of cultivators is really good.

Chen Yu hid in the space for a day, and the monk hid in the water for a day.

The next day, Han Shanrong finally couldn't bear it anymore and threw a fireball towards the place where Chen Yu disappeared to test it.

There was no movement at all. He thought that Chen Yu might have mastered some magical weapon and teleported away.

Will he offend some disciples from a big sect? This thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly put it aside.

Nothing can compare to the benefits obtained. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the small tree in front of him.

This is the elixir that the other party and the monster are fighting for. I don’t know what it is used for.

And the two corpses of monsters are now his too.

Han Shanrong felt a little regretful. It was a pity that the monk ran away, otherwise the good things in his hands would have belonged to him.

At this moment, a sharp knife light suddenly appeared, less than a foot away from his neck.

It was Chen Yu who launched the surprise attack in the space. The knife light was the broken blade he had re-tempered, and now it was slashing towards Han Shanrong.

As a casual cultivator, it was not easy for him to let his guard down and he was prepared for sneak attacks.

However, after waiting in the outside world for a whole day, his condition was no match for Chen Yu, who had rested for a long time in the space and even practiced for several hours.

What's more, when Chen Yu attacked, the attack was so close that he couldn't dodge in time and could only watch himself being killed.

Kill the owl with a knife!

The silver-white blade cut through flesh and bones in an instant, and the cultivator's strong physique and spiritual barrier were as useless as paper in the face of the deliberate and unintentional actions of his peers.

Han Shanrong's head was still spinning in the air, and a stream of blood was seen spurting out from the broken neck.

The blade flew far away, but he didn't even see the monk who attacked him.

What happened? Han Shanrong didn't figure out the mystery and fell into eternal darkness.

Chen Yu breathed slightly in the space. This was his first time killing a cultivator, so naturally he put all his strength into it.

The effect was very good. The monk died without any resistance in front of the blade powered by 60% of his spiritual energy.

Space played a big role. Chen Yu thought, it would be great if he could change his position in space, so that he could launch a sneak attack anytime and anywhere.

There was no point in thinking too much. Chen Yu left the space and looked at Han Shanrong's body with his head and body separated.

We are like-minded and yet we are so unfriendly when we meet.

He attacked without saying a word and now he didn't even know the other person's name.

In comparison, it is clear how naive the predecessor was.

Although Qi-refining cultivators are much more powerful than ordinary people, they have almost no strange methods.

Just in case, Chen Yu lit a fireball and burned the opponent's head, which was still open-eyed, into ashes.

Now that he had no other tricks left, he began to feel at ease to touch the corpse.

A poor and independent cultivator, he had almost nothing, let alone the legendary storage bag.

Chen Yu found a medium-sized cloth bag on his headless body, which contained two books and a small stone.

One book is thick and the other is thin.

The stone was the size of an egg, and contained a little spiritual energy. Could this be the legendary spiritual stone?

Chen Yu looked at it carefully. The stones were round and white, some of them were shiny, but most of them were grayish white.

If you squeeze it with a little force, most of it will turn into powder and fall off.

It does look very similar to a spirit stone, but it has been almost used up by the monk.

Of course, there isn’t much spiritual energy in the stone.

Chen Yu estimated that even if it had not been used, the amount of spiritual energy contained in it would be less than one twentieth of that of a fifty-year-old spiritual medicine.

It was tasteless to eat, but it was a pity to throw it away, so Chen Yu threw the stone into the space.