After the myth

Chapter 726 He is not practicing the art of death

Xing Jia was shocked by the terrifying avenue of Ding Huan. Not only could he form a sea of ​​consciousness world in the realm of God King, but he could also come to the sea of ​​consciousness world by himself.

Ding Huan was also shocked by the old soul in front of him. This guy should be no ordinary person.

When Lao Hou saw the Dao Yun of Death, the fearful look in his eyes made Ding Huan invisibly more wary of the Dao Yun of Death.

When Lao Jia heard the Dao of Death, he just said it with disdain, "a small art of death," and didn't take it seriously at all.

"Lao Jia, I heard that this fatal rhyme was cast by a guy who landed on this star land. If I want to deal with this guy, what should I do?"

Ding Huan humbly asked for advice. He knew that since Xing Jia did not take the Minor Death Technique seriously, he must have a way to deal with it.

Xing Jia said calmly: "You can come and go freely in this Dao Yun of Death, and you can even set up a protective formation, which means that you are no longer afraid of this Dao Yun of Death.

Although I don't know what path you are cultivating, if you are not afraid of this Dao of Death, what else are you afraid of? And you don't need to ask me. "

"Lao Jia, you are trying to earn impression points in front of me. If you look so nonchalant every time I ask you a question, the final result will probably not be optimistic."

Ding Huan said calmly.

Xing Jia was startled.

He is now in a state of residual soul. If he wants to survive, he must first leave Ding Huan's sea of ​​consciousness.

If Ding Huan didn't let him leave, with his current abilities, he would have no chance at all.

The second is the need for the essence of the universe.

As this vast universe continues to undergo calamities and destruction, there are fewer and fewer places containing the essence of the universe.

Perhaps, Ding Huan holds the only essence of the universe in his hands.

Whether he is first or second, he must rely on Ding Huan.

Thinking of this, Xing Jia sighed.

After all, he is the ancestor of the world and a powerful person at the eighth step of the Great Dao.

It's so sad that he is now being controlled by an ant.

"Lao Jia, you should think about your friends of the same generation. Although you are in the state of a residual soul, you still have a way out, which is to make me have a better impression of you.

Your friends may not even get such an opportunity. So, don't be ungrateful for what you have. The most important thing for a person... no, for a soul is to be content with what you have."

Ding Huan knew that Xing Jia was definitely a huge treasure trove, even comparable to the owner of the leather scroll, so he didn't want to offend him.

Xing Jia was inspired by Ding Huan's words.

He thought of the other Dao Ancestors, maybe he was still lucky.

He didn't know whether the other Dao Ancestors could survive, and even if they did, they would probably not be better than him.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong side because he was afraid of Di Lan, and his vision was far inferior to Chang Yi and Qi Zhoutian.

But is Di Lan still alive now?
Isn't it lucky that he has a trace of soul left?

No matter what, even if you feel aggrieved, you cannot offend the master in front of you.

This guy can condense the sea of ​​consciousness universe in the God King realm, and this sea of ​​consciousness universe may even call itself a world.

Otherwise, Ding Huan would not have been able to enter his own sea of ​​consciousness universe.

Therefore, even if Ding Huan’s future achievements are not as good as his, he should be able to achieve eternal life.

"A cultivator who practices the Lesser Death Technique will definitely have flaws in his own path, but each cultivator's own flaws are different. I need to see the other person before I can tell you how to deal with him."

Xing Jia no longer put himself in the position of the Taoist ancestor and spoke more gently.

"Very good." Ding Huan was very satisfied with Xing Jia's words.

Ding Huan allowed Xing Jia's spiritual consciousness to follow him. After he taught Hollow Willow a lesson, he went to look for the guy who released the Dao rhyme of death.

Following Ding Huan's figure, Xing Jia was shocked again.

He was right, there was no need to wait until the future. Ding Huan's sea of ​​consciousness could plant trees. Wasn't this the prototype of the transformation from a small world to the universe?

and many more……

Is that the hollow willow with innate spiritual roots?

Xing Jia didn't expect that Ding Huan could even get this kind of innate spiritual root. Innate spiritual roots are also top-notch things for him.

Is Ding Huan planning to practice under that hollow willow tree?
It's just that the world of one's own sea of ​​consciousness is absolutely not suitable for cultivation.

However, Ding Huan's actions soon left him dumbfounded.

Ding Huan first extracted all the divine veins implanted under the hollow willow tree.

Then he actually wrapped Yang Liu's space with the flame of law, and then grabbed a giant axe and chopped it down.

This……

"Crack!"

When Ding Huan chopped the willow tree roots with his axe, Xing Jia was completely confused.

"and many more……"

Xing Jia quickly called Ding Huan: "Fellow Daoist Ding, this is an innate spiritual root, why do you want to chop it off?"

People don't even have time to take care of this kind of thing, but you trapped it in flames and chopped it with an axe. It's such a waste of resources.

"I don't want it anymore. Why? I can't chop it off?" Ding Huan glanced at Xing Jia.

If Ding Huan hadn't wanted to keep this hollow willow tree to refine some things, he would have burned himself in flames long ago.

"Will you trade with me? I am willing to give you the Dao vein, or even something better, as long as you keep this hollow willow."

"Bring the things here?" Ding Huan stopped cutting trees after hearing Xing Jia's words.

He thought it would be nice if he could trade.

Xing Jia smiled awkwardly: "Do you think you can take out something now? When I recover to a certain level of strength, I can give you whatever you want."

"If you want to write an IOU, forget it."

Ding Huan ignored Xing Jia.

Xing Jia said again: "Can you tell me why you want to cut down this tree?" He really couldn't understand. This is an innate spiritual root, and everyone needs it.

Chop it off with an axe...

Even he felt it was a pity.

"I carefully nurtured this tree. When I needed help from this willow tree before, it completely ignored me. It must have thought that I killed its previous owner." Ding Huan did not hide it.

Xing Jia was very puzzled: "Fellow Daoist Ding, it is very difficult for an innate spiritual root like the hollow willow to recognize its master. Even if it recognizes its master, it is not an ordinary existence. You probably can't kill this kind of existence."

Lao Jia despises his own abilities.

Ding Huan thought that what Xing Jia said made some sense. Something like the hollow willow tree should not recognize Qing as its master.

Since Qing was not recognized as the master, why did the hollow willow help Qing provide vitality and ignore him?
Ding Huan directly constructed a great universe technique Zhoutian. He wanted to see what was going on.

Ding Huan did not find any problems with the Great Cosmic Art circulating around the world.

There is no mark, no soul, it is just a pure innate spiritual root.

As soon as Xing Jia saw Ding Huan's expression, he knew that Ding Huan had not found the problem. He chuckled and said, "It is also possible that this hollow willow tree does not like you."

Ding Huan nodded, still agreeing with Xing Jia's point of view.

Ding Huan couldn't think of any reason other than that he looked down on him and was unwilling to provide him with any help.

He did not continue to chop with the axe. Since Xingjia wanted to trade with him, he would not cut it off.

He had used the axe before just to vent his anger.

Now that I have calmed down, I feel that my behavior was a bit childish.

Ding Huan's mind moved, and the hollow willow tree was completely rolled up by him.

Then Ding Huan continued to set up various space sealing arrays.

After a dozen breaths, Ding Huan sealed the hollow willow into a size of one foot and put it into a wooden box.

"What are you doing?" Xing Jia looked at Ding Huan in confusion.

Since you're not going to cut it down, it means you've figured it out. If you've figured it out, why bother digging up the hollow willow tree?
"You can trade with me when you recover in the future, or if I see something good at an auction one day, I can trade it myself."

Ding Huan replied.

"Then you can also plant this tree in your world, and take it out when you want to trade it. If you do this, it is very likely that the tree will die." Xing Jia was puzzled.

"I don't keep ungrateful people in my space."

As he spoke, Ding Huan threw the wooden box into the ring.

As for whether the hollow willow tree was dead or alive, he didn't care at all.

Seeing Ding Huan leaving the sea of ​​consciousness, Xing Jia still didn't react.

In the eyes of these immortal saints, the Tao is everything.

All joys, anger, sorrows and happiness must give way to the Tao.

This hollow willow simply refused to recognize its master Ding Huan and was unwilling to nourish Ding Huan, so it was dug up and sealed by Ding Huan. This is simply...

Although Ding Huan's aspirations were good, he did not think that Ding Huan's behavior could lead to his aspirations.

Too impulsive.

Ding Huan bound the Breaking Disaster Sword to his back with the array pattern, and then hung the Mirror of Life and Death around his waist with the array pattern.

The cosmic pot was sacrificed and rushed towards the place where the gods were watched.

The Breaking Disaster Sword was constantly absorbing the murderous aura and sword power from heaven and earth outside, while the Mirror of Life and Death was madly sweeping up the death energy here.

Ding Huan realized the law of death, and the speed of the cosmic pot not only did not slow down, but became faster and faster.

In just less than half a day, the cosmic pot crossed the sea areas of the Lower God's Land and the Overlooking God's Land.

At this moment, there was not much suction in the sea, and it was filled with the aura of death.

The cosmic pot stopped far away from the outskirts of the God-Watching Land.

Ding Huan vaguely felt that something was wrong.

This fatal rhythm is becoming more and more terrifying.

He comprehended some of the Dao of Death, but still felt somewhat uneasy in this place.

Ding Huan put away the cosmic pot. Dozens of miles ahead of him, there was a skeleton.

The dry bones were white all over, and the aura of death was emanating from them.

Ding Huan clearly felt the breath of vitality.

In other words, this dry bone is alive and is still releasing the rhythm of death.

"Ding Huan, this withered bone is not simple. I'm afraid it is close to the realm of an immortal saint. It's hard to understand that such a being is still practicing the Minor Death Technique..."

Xing Jia was also confused when he spoke.

Logically speaking, this kind of being would not even bother to practice the Minor Death Technique.

Even if he wanted to practice, he would practice the Great Death Technique.

"wrong……"

Xing Jia said again: "Ding Huan, this guy is not practicing the Little Death Technique."

"Isn't this the rhythm of death?" Ding Huan asked in surprise.

Xing Jia's face became serious:

"If I'm not mistaken, this guy is cultivating the Great Way of Reincarnation. He is using the vitality of this realm to fill his Great Way of Reincarnation..."

Using the rhyme of death to construct his own path of reincarnation, he is more than just a talent, he is simply a genius.

(Good night, fellow Taoists!)

(End of this chapter)