This is how immortals are cultivated

The Dharma thoughts of Master Jishu suppressed the other masters, causing them to calm down again.

Master Jishu's voice seemed to have turned much colder:

"Calculate variable increases, targets, reduce variables..."

"Master Wuying, please split your source shadow immediately."

"Impossible, that is the foundation of my Taoism!" Wuying Zhenren roared in reply.

"I will compensate you for this loss with my country as a guarantee."

"Master Wuying, please sever the connection between you and your Source Shadow immediately."

Upon hearing what Master Jishu said, Master Wuying suddenly became a little hesitant.

However, it is also in the midst of hesitation.

The alien space that was originally operating smoothly suddenly began to shake violently.

outside world.

A terrifying force descended from the sky, instantly cutting off the rivers, tearing the earth apart, overturning and erasing the soil, and all living things living between the mountains and rivers were instantly wiped out.

"I found it."

Chapter 216: Have You Eaten?

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were shattered by a punch, and everything in them turned into powder, but there was one thing that fell out of it, which was obviously unusual.

It was just like the big fish swallowing the small fish before, and the small fish was swallowed into its stomach like a snail.

At this moment, the disguise of the outer surface was broken, transforming into an iron-black metal cube the size of a thumb. On it flowed extremely tiny, yet extremely complex, strange Taoist scripture.

Fang Suichu grabbed the metal cube into his hand and pinched it with two fingers. He used his index finger and thumb to exert force together. The fingertips were the stacked yin and yang magnetic force. Theoretically, any real weapon could be worn away, but this black cube only had the surface text vibrating, but there was no sign of damage.

"It's quite hard. Is this... a miniature array?"

Among the hundreds of arts of immortality, in addition to practicing the fundamental true methods, Fang Suichu is now also a master of both the art of battle and the art of alchemy. He immediately noticed the extraordinary thing covering the surface of this thing.

Although it is a strange version, with Fang Suichu's amazing wisdom as a knowledge filter, Fang Suichu was able to draw inferences from one instance to another and realize the flickering changes in the formation.

His alchemy and formation techniques both came from the first volume of the Taiyin Form Training Method, which continued until the Lingmi. He had never encountered the two inheritances of the True Evil Realm, but at this moment, they were inspiring Fang Suichu's formation techniques.

At the same time that Fang Suichu grabbed the cube, the strange space inside the cube caused a huge vibration.

The many Zhen'e who were originally sitting cross-legged on the ground stood up one after another.

"Is this... a direct knock on the door?"

"Impossible. We are acting so secretly. Even if we were to be discovered, how could they find us so quickly?"

"Based on the current information, it is speculated that Taoist Master Fang Xian has some unknown secret technique of life, or secret treasure, and he has traced it to this side at the cost of the source shadow of the Shadowless Immortal."

Master Jishu analyzed the current situation and gave the most likely answer.

Originally, he asked Wuying Zhenren to cut off from his own source shadow, also considering whether the other party had mastered similar secret techniques, which would lead to the leakage of his own intelligence. But now it is too late.

"Just in time."

The Great Master roared fiercely.

"Plans can't keep up with changes. Arriving early is worse than arriving at the right time. I originally wanted to play slowly with this guy, but he doesn't seem to appreciate it... In this case, let's just go all out and decide the winner here."

However, his words were rejected by one word.

"If we start a fight here, Qianmu and Bad Blood's magical powers won't be able to reach their full potential, and our chances of winning will drop by another five points. With a 75% chance of winning, there's no need to take such a risk."

Master Jishu's words choked Master Dali.

This Minister of Works, who was also a long-established True Lord, was good in every way, except that he was sometimes a little too steady, or even, to put it bluntly, a little too timid.

Which of the real ones here is not a hegemon? Which of the real ones here is not a powerful one who looks down on others with dignity and power? Who wouldn't be angry when being bullied like this?

However, it is indeed True Lord Jishu who is in charge here now. This True Lord is far superior to the others in terms of status and strength. Although he is a little impatient, no one dares to refute his words.

"[Xuanwei Xingdun] is already being prepared and will take twenty breaths, while [Tianzhi Mingju Dazhen] is enough to hold off a True Lord for at least a hundred breaths."

"Let Shadowless Master cut off his own source shadow. We will change the location and make long-term plans."

Just as Master Jishu said this, a crack suddenly appeared in the alien space that had become one with him. The crack was slowly opening and soon became the size of a palm, and an arm stretched out from it.

From the time he was wandering in the alien space to the time the crack was opened from the outside, only five breaths had passed.

The owner of the arm now has most of his body in the outside world. Four breaths ago, he grabbed the black square and observed the array pattern on it. He knew that it would take at least sixty breaths to break it by force.

But there was no need to spend so much time doing it. After all, he still had an invitation in his hand.

Not to mention other things from Tongzi, the things transformed by the adventure are all first-class and reliable. When the invitation made by Wuying Zhenren Yuanying was pasted on the square array pattern, the tightly fitted array pattern was abruptly cut.

The several strange cultivators in the different space naturally had no idea what was going on.

Only the master of this space, Master Jishu, felt what was happening.

A small part of the formation he had engraved was broken.

"Intelligence update: Dao Master Fang Xian is a True Evil of the Dao of Killing, and also a Grandmaster of the Dao of Formation. Or, perhaps, he possesses some kind of True Treasure that can break formations."

"Change of plan.... Stop [Xuanwei Xingdun], and engage immediately."

"It should have been done a long time ago!"

Upon hearing what Master Jishu said, Master Dali laughed out loud.

The dark body, as if cast in steel, had scarlet inscriptions appearing on it as its muscles flexed. Then, Venerable Mighty stretched out his arm, took a step forward, and swung it towards the arm that was now only sticking out from the slowly opening crack.

"Master Fang Xian, huh? I heard that your body is very powerful, so I asked you to come and meet me."

"Please...keep this arm for me."

And that jade-white arm seemed to feel the attack coming from the front.

He also swung his arm and punched forward.

Fists clashed.

At the moment of touching each other, the mysterious inscriptions flowing on the arm of the Great Strength Master, which had turned into an inhuman arm and seemed to be the arm of some demon god, paused and then shattered in the next moment.

Then, his fist, finger bones and wrist bones come together, like a can under a compressor, and pressure accumulates from the center to the surrounding areas, and then collapses.

It was so simple, so simple that it stunned all the Zhen'e present. Under the unimaginable pressure, the entire arm of the Great Master was crushed into a pulp. It completely disappeared from the shoulder, and the Great Master flew backwards.

Just as everyone present was stunned, a voice came from behind the crack. The voice was filled with some doubt:

"It seems like I just bumped into something..."

"Never mind. It doesn't matter."

The arm that stretched out from the crack was suddenly retracted, and then the upper and lower palms clasped the edge of the crack and began to exert force to both sides at the same time.

It was originally only opening slowly, but even under the control of Master Jishu, the cracks in the wall of the large array that was trying to heal began to expand at an accelerated rate.

Looking at this scene, Master Jishu was speechless for a moment.

The formation was indeed being torn apart at an accelerated rate, but the force that was now tearing the formation apart was no longer the technique of breaking the formation, but a pure and extreme force.

As the crack was torn into a gap as tall as a person, the existence from the outside world finally stepped in.

He was a young and handsome young man, but Zhen'e was not looking at the appearance of this body, but was examining the monster-like existence under this body.

"Everyone...have you eaten?"

“I haven’t eaten it yet.”

Looking at the many strange cultivators here, Fang Suichu smiled:

"Then I will...be rude and speak without hesitation."

Chapter 217: Out of the Cage

There was a red divine light in the dark eyes, and all the strange cultivators who were looked at by that gaze felt as if a disaster was about to happen, as if they were being stared at by some monster.

Especially after the other party took a step forward, it was as if he had a hallucination of an indescribable monster opening its bloody mouth towards him.

But at this moment, several black sticks fell from the sky. Each black stick was as thick as a fist, and as it fell, it brought with it an extremely huge pressure. Each one could crush a mountain.

These black sticks accurately pierced through the outside of Fang Suichu's limb joints, and then nailed into the ground, layer upon layer, supporting Fang Suichu's entire body, like a close-fitting cage.

Profane inscriptions as black as ink flowed down from the black stick, weaving together to form a large net that covered the entire cage.

Each script represents a heavy weight, and the weight exerted on the prisoner in the cage is equivalent to the weight of a mountain.

Under this kind of ban, the monster, or Taoist Master Fang Xian, stopped moving at all.

Following closely behind were three profound Dharma thoughts.

The old man unveiled his tattered robe, revealing a pile of yellow-green flesh that squirmed, seemingly possessing its own consciousness. The yellow pus within the flesh evaporated as the old man shook, transforming into a deep yellow mist that pounced upon the restrained Fang Suichu.

As soon as it fell onto Fang Suichu's body, it stained that body as precious as gold and jade, leaving black and gray marks on the skin, accompanied by a foul odor.

Bad Blood Real Person.

His title is just as it is, with a magical power that taints the body with bad blood. Even the foundation of the true evil can be infected, and it will take a hundred years to cleanse it.

The Taoist in a robe also made the same move. The thousand-eye Taoist robe on his body, with the thousand-eye pattern on it, was torn apart. The robe merged with his body, turning into blood color, and countless eyes grew on it.

At this time, he cast his gaze towards Fang Suichu, with a Taoist charm in his eyes, and he was also transforming his Dharma body and Dharma incarnation.

Because they knew that the target to be suppressed was a person with a powerful Dharma body, the Wu State mobilized only those who had specially engraved Dharma bodies.

Even the already injured Wuying Zhenren took action. His entire body melted and turned into a deep dark shadow, climbing towards the shadow cast by Fang Suichu on the ground.

The last one to be knocked out was the Great Master.

It also lost its human form and turned into a dark demon god ten feet tall, covered with black hair as sharp as steel needles.

He strode towards Fang Suichu's position, and every step he took would cause a heavy collision with the ground.

"It was just an accident!"

"Just now I was not prepared..."

"Come again!"

Fang Suichu was imprisoned in a cage and held up by a black stick, with only his hands exposed.

The clenched five fingers of the hand were also firmly suppressed, as if unable to move.

However, when Venerable Dali took a step forward and rushed over, the originally stable cage suddenly began to tremble.

The large net constructed by the blasphemous inscriptions covering it glowed with a deep, dark spiritual light, as if increasing the suppression.

However, Fang Suichu still forced his fist open steadily, and then... extended a finger.

boom!

Although he just stretched out a finger, there was a popping sound of air being displaced.

Then, following the explosive roar, there was a dull thud.

Venerable Dali came into contact with Fang Suichu again.

The reason why it is said to be a touch rather than a collision is because the collision between the devil's fist and Fang Suichu's finger was really unusually peaceful.

Nothing happened. What many True Evils hoped for, that after many True Dharmas and Curses were cast upon the Immortal Dao Masters, the Great Power Venerable would tear the opponent's Dharma body apart, did not happen.

There was no sound of things breaking under the demon's fist.

There wasn't even a ripple in the air that should have been created.

This scene made everyone present stunned.

After a brief silence, the result finally happened.

Venerable Dali stumbled backward.

"Well... "

A hoarse voice squeezed out from the throat of the demon body.

He blankly raised the arm that had just thrown the punch, opened his palm, and stared at the body that made him proud.

Yet, the sharp claws, whose hardness was beyond the reach of even the hardest objects in the world, began to weather. Starting from the tips of the claws, they turned into powder and flowed away from the hands.

From the fingertips to the palm, to the arm, to the shoulder, all the way to the right half of the chest, a semicircular hole was revealed, and the collapse stopped.