Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 641: Creating a Visionary Land
"How long can we suppress him?" Cao Wei asked.

Even if Shi Heng obtained the remains of an immortal, and with the secret help of Shakya and other Mahayana monks, he did not think that this would simply be enough to suppress Xuan Ji forever.

In about ten thousand years, this Yuanhui will come to an end.

If Xuan Ji could be prevented from interfering in this feast of immortality fruit, and there wouldn't be another Mahayana Xuanhun body, this should be the minimum requirement of Shi Heng and the others.

"Of course the longer the better!" Shang Fu said slowly.

At this point, He sighed softly, "The reason why we schemed against Xuan Ji like this and made Him lose face is that we are afraid that He will control His temper again, and then He will exhaust us to death. This kind of thing has happened more than once or twice. If it weren't for the fact that this time it was related to an immortal, Xuan Ji wouldn't even show up, and would just continue to accumulate strength in secret until he finally sublimated to the extreme and transformed into an immortal."

Hearing this, Cao Wei shook his head slightly: "In this case, I can at least have thousands of years of peace?"

"I will try my best to buy enough time for you!" Shakya nodded.

"Then I'll have to trouble you all!" Cao Wei bowed slightly.

Then he chuckled: "I think the time is about right. If I don't leave now, I'm afraid Zhu Zun and Heishan will be unable to sit still!"

After saying this, Cao Wei's figure slowly disappeared on the lonely boat.

However, at the moment it disappeared, the sky and the earth became dark, a strong wind suddenly arose, and huge waves surged across the Tongtian River.

In the wind and rain, a huge monster vaguely emerged.

The person who came had a human face and a snake body, with red scales all over his body. His pair of vertical eyes showed endless vicissitudes of life, like a god walking out of the ancient times, overlooking Shang Fu and Xuan Ji.

"Zhu Ying, your ability to cultivate your Qi is getting worse and worse!" Shang Fu said slowly.

"Don't worry too much about us waiting here. Shiheng is still too young, and I need your help to keep an eye on Xuanji and Linglong." Sakya sighed softly.

Cultivation is a matter of one step at a time. Linglong directly handed the immortal's remains to Shiheng, causing the other party's strength to soar. With only ten thousand years of cultivation, he was already on par with those ancient masters who had practiced for tens of millions of years.

But this power was not obtained by Shiheng through his own practice, so it was just a castle in the air.

Once he encounters a strong enemy and fights for his life, his shallow foundation will be completely exposed!
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After returning from his trance, Cao Wei walked out of the quiet room with a calm expression.

Zhu Jin, who was guarding outside, stood up, bowed and said, "Congratulations, Master!"

Cao Wei nodded slightly, and then said: "Let's go, this place is no longer enough to support our practice!"

As soon as he finished speaking, as his mind moved, the black and white energy intertwined and turned into a gray mist, surging in all directions.

Wherever the fog passed, whether it was the invisible spiritual energy, spiritual inspiration, or the visible plants, birds and beasts, even the soil and rocks, all the vitality contained in them was plundered away.

As for the monks who were seeking opportunities here, before they could even react, their flesh and blood disappeared one by one, turning into white bones and falling down with a loud bang.

The bones were scattered by the wind and turned into dust along with the soil on the ground.

At this moment, at the junction of Wanli, several young foundation-building monks watched as the elders and fellow disciples of the sect in front of them died suddenly and silently, without leaving any body.

Upon seeing this, they collapsed to the ground.

In fear, their bodies were out of control, and out of survival instinct they rolled and crawled backwards, then stumbled and ran backwards like crazy!
After running for about a hundred miles, one of the young men looked back with a slightly trembling face, and happened to see a fellow disciple behind him. Suddenly, the light in his eyes disappeared, and he fell to the ground.

Seeing this scene, the young man was terrified and opened his mouth in vain, but could not utter a word.

At this moment, an old man with a sage-like appearance came galloping from a distance.

However, as soon as this person approached, he saw the gray fog like a wave, swallowing up everything.

Seeing this, the old man's heart was filled with alarm and he stopped where he was without hesitation.

Then he flicked his sleeves, and spiritual light swept out, enveloping the young man.

At the same time, the old man turned around and flew away without any intention of staying.

When it was thousands of miles away from Yuanchen Mountain, the rolling gray fog stopped spreading forward. After pausing for a moment, it rolled backwards.

Only a faint gray mist remained in the air, which did not dissipate and continued to absorb the spiritual energy nearby.

Meanwhile, in Yuanchen Mountain, Cao Wei opened his mouth and sucked in all the vitality within a radius of ten thousand miles, adding to his Taoism and instantly consolidating the realm of the fusion period that he had just broken through.

"Master, a Divine Transformation cultivator has escaped. Would you like me to capture him back?" Zhu Jin asked slowly.

"No need for that. The inspiration I've absorbed right now is enough!" Cao Wei shook his head slightly, and then flicked his fingers lightly. A drop of essence and blood popped out and merged into the misty gray air.

"Master, what is this?" Zhu Jin asked.

"If I fail and die in the future, I may be able to be reborn here!" Cao Wei said slowly.

Having said this, he took a step forward, used the teleportation technique, and left the place with Zhu Jin.

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Millions of miles away, the old man who had reached the state of spiritual transformation pressed down the cloud and slowed down his escape speed.

Then he asked, "What happened?"

But the young man was still in shock and did not come to his senses. He screamed madly: "Dead, dead, all dead!"

Seeing this, the old man pinched his fingers and cast a soul-clearing spell, tapped the boy's brow lightly, and shouted, "Wake up!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the young man seemed to wake up from a nightmare. He couldn't help but break out in cold sweat all over his body and gasped heavily.

"What exactly happened?" asked the old man.

“Grandfather, Grandfather… I really don’t know what happened. I only saw several uncles and other fellow disciples fall down inexplicably, and even their bodies turned to ashes. It was as if… as if they were hit by some kind of curse. Run… run!” the young man shouted.
Seeing this, the old man flicked his sleeves lightly, and the young man fell asleep all of a sudden.

After finishing this, he looked towards the direction of Yuanchen Mountain with a solemn expression, and said to himself: "The fog seems to contain endless vitality. Such a strange phenomenon, either a great man has displayed great magical powers, or a rare treasure has been born here!"

Having said this, the old man pondered silently for a moment, and then set off back to the sect.

Soon after, the news of this strange phenomenon at Yuanchen Mountain spread, attracting the attention of all parties.

More than half a month later, all parties were seen riding clouds and boats, gathering here, including many Divine Transformation and Nascent Soul cultivators, and the old man was naturally among them. The old man surnamed Ding stood on the deck of the flying boat, looking ahead with a serious expression, thinking to himself: "This gray gas seems to be a little thicker."

While thinking, he instructed a Jindan disciple beside him, "Use your divine sense to see what's inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man not far away laughed and said, "Old Ghost Ding, if you do this, you will only send your disciples to their deaths!"

"How can I compare with Fellow Daoist Chen? I am better off being the vanguard like you. We will never compete with you for anything we get. If you break this oath, you will be struck by lightning!" Old Ghost Ding said with a smile.

Upon hearing this, the other three Jindan cultivators on the trip all looked over.

Among the three people, there are two men and one woman. One of them is an elegant middle-aged man in a blue shirt, a big man with a stern face and eyes, and a girl who looks to be in her teens.

"If Fellow Daoist Chen dares to go in first, I will turn around and leave. I will not compete with you for the opportunity!" The middle-aged man in green spread out the paper fan in his hand and shook it gently a few times.

The big man said in a muffled voice: "If we delay any longer, I'm afraid more Taoist friends will come. If we attract those Dongxu old monsters, we won't have a chance this time."

"My fellow Taoists, let us put aside our grudges for now and try to find out the situation here first!" the girl said slowly.

While speaking, the old man surnamed Ding glanced at the Jindan disciple beside him again. Seeing the other party's hesitation, he looked quite unhappy and snorted coldly!
The Jindan cultivator was suddenly shocked, and then he gritted his teeth, carefully activated a wisp of divine consciousness, and slowly moved forward.

However, once it touched the misty gray fog, this wisp of divine consciousness suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The Jindan cultivator who had lost his spiritual power could not help but frown, and then said in a voice transmission: "Ancestor, this mist can devour the disciple's spiritual power!"

Upon hearing this, the old man surnamed Ding waved his hand, and more than ten puppets suddenly appeared around him.

Feeling the spiritual fluctuations emitted by the puppet, its cultivation level has reached from the Qi Refining Stage to the Nascent Soul Stage!
As for their appearance, some are human-shaped, some are tiger-like and wolf-like, and there are all kinds of them, big and small...

Then, the old man waved his sleeves lightly, and the puppets rushed forward, disappearing into the gray mist and out of sight.

However, when the puppet came into contact with the gray fog, the old man's spiritual consciousness in it disappeared inexplicably.

After those puppets stepped into the gray fog, the spiritual energy in the spirit stones within them began to be consumed at an alarming rate.

Even though it was a puppet driven by top-grade spirit stones, it only explored less than a hundred miles forward and then became stranded inside, cutting off any contact with the outside world.

"It seems that this method doesn't work!" the old man said slowly.

While he was talking, he instructed the Nascent Soul cultivator beside him, "Send those captured evil cultivators in and test the situation!"

Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator nodded in agreement.

After all, if the captured evil cultivator and the disciples who came with them were all killed, then it would probably be the turn of them, the Nascent Soul cultivators, to go up there themselves.

The next moment, he clapped his hands.

As the gentle sound of clapping was heard, the other Jindan cultivators on the boat drove out more than a dozen evil cultivators whose magic powers had long been sealed from the cabin.

In addition, there are also some mortals among them.

Whether they are evil cultivators or ordinary people, men, women, young and old,

The next moment, these people were driven onto several small flying boats and sped away into the distance.

However, once they touched the gray fog, these flying boats became like scrap copper and iron, losing their spirituality, falling from the sky, sinking into the gray air, and disappearing without a trace.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul cultivator flipped his hand and took out more than ten jade slips, all of which were blood-red.

However, within a few breaths, the jade slips shattered one after another, which also meant the death of these evil cultivators.

Only after all the life tablets were broken did the Nascent Soul cultivator whisper, "Ancestor, the three evil cultivators in the late Qi Refining stage only lasted two or three breaths. The longest for the Foundation Establishment cultivators was ten breaths, and the Golden Core cultivators were about a hundred breaths. As for the evil cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage, he lasted for less than half an incense stick of time."

At this point, he continued in a slow voice: "These evil cultivators have had their Dantian sealed by us, and all their means have been lost. Normal cultivators should be able to hold out longer than them!"

As soon as these words were spoken, two or three people suddenly crawled out from the gray fog.

Seeing this, the old man surnamed Ding's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he smiled and said, "Mortals are not affected at all!"

This scene also fell into the eyes of other Jindan cultivators. These old monsters looked at the disciples serving them.

Without further ado, these disciples already understood what their ancestor meant.

However, these mortals had just walked less than ten steps when they suddenly fell to the ground one by one.

Upon seeing this scene, all the Divine Transformation cultivators from all sides fell silent.

"Take back those mortal bodies!" ordered the old man surnamed Ding.

Without making sure it is safe enough, they will never take action personally. Even their divine thoughts will not get close to the gray fog to avoid any unexpected events!

As for these dangerous things, there are naturally disciples to do the work!
Upon hearing this, the Nascent Soul cultivator did not take action, but instead ordered an outer sect cultivator with a single spiritual root.

Without any hesitation, the young man flew down the spirit boat and headed towards the gray fog.

It was not until they were more than ten miles away, within the reach of his spiritual power, that he stopped, and then he picked up the mortal corpse and took it back.

Old Monster Ding activated the puppet, looked at the corpses, and finally took out a little soil from between the fingernails of one of them, put it into a brocade box engraved with intricate runes, and isolated it!

Then he reached out and took the brocade box in his hand.

"This is..." Old Monster Ding looked at the small handful of soil and felt the breath of life and death from it. He couldn't help but frowned slightly.

At the same time, the other four gods who came on this trip landed on the flying boat and came to the old man.

The elegant middle-aged man named Chen looked at it carefully and asked, "This is top-grade spiritual soil. If there is enough, it can be used as the base soil for growing ten-thousand-year spiritual medicines!"

"There are such treasures within a few dozen miles. It seems that there must be some rare treasures appearing here!" said the big man with a stern face and eyes with a smile.

As he spoke, he suddenly looked up.

With his keen perception, he found that the gray fog seemed to have receded a little.

Upon seeing this, he asked in doubt, "The fog has receded a little. Could it be that they need to sacrifice the flesh and blood of the monks?"

"We can give it a try while the other guys haven't reacted yet!" Old Monster Ding said in a deep voice.

(End of this chapter)