Blood sacrifice to millions of zombies, I will be a demon cultivator in the apocalypse

Chapter 221: Who is the best in the battle between the great avenues? The evolution of the soul becomes empty.

Things that were incomprehensible before are now easy to understand.

Systems that could not be sorted out before are now easily established.

It's like going from an ordinary person with qualifications to an extremely talented person.

And this is just the beginning of the magic of the soul villain.

The power of his soul that had just skyrocketed was too huge. When Zheng Yi completely settled down, there would still be more secrets to be discovered.

Since I have laid a very good foundation before, I have understood the basic knowledge of various formations in my heart. With the powerful calculation ability of the super brain god, I can say that I have a great command and can take one step at a time.

Created the outline of its own knowledge system.

As the saying goes, tall buildings rise from the ground!
Once the foundation is extremely solid, it will be quite easy to build the superstructure upwards.

Zheng Yi is like a huge sponge, quickly absorbing the formation knowledge of the fourth level inheritance, and constantly strengthening the learned formation system, and finally building his own knowledge building.

After an unknown amount of time, Zheng Yi opened his eyes again.

He counted with his fingers and his eyes flashed.

"It's okay, but it only takes two months."

"Now that my little soul is stable, my soul in the consciousness space has been completely formed, and I have initially established the system knowledge of the fourth-level formation inheritance. It is now the right time to leave the seclusion and meet the old Yinbi, the Venerable Blood Mist..."

Zheng Yi laughed and stood up.

He took one step forward and disappeared immediately.

When he appeared again, he was already in the sky above Asura City.

One-finger technique penetrates into the blood lake.

Suddenly, the energy on the lake vibrated, and in the endless blood storm, the outline of a figure slowly grew out of the lake and gradually took shape. It was none other than the Taoist Styx in blood-colored robes.

"Fellow Taoist, I promise you a good fortune."

Zheng Yi smiled and greeted his external avatar.

"Of course, I have to rely on my Taoist friends!"

Taoist Styx laughed. His blood-colored robes, blood-colored hair, and blood-colored eyebrows gave him a somewhat evil feeling.

……

"It's been a year, I wonder if that old Yinbi has left yet!"

After Zheng Yi prepared everything, he slowly opened his eyes, with a strange look on his face.

"According to my understanding of this kind of person, he is a heroic figure who always has confidence in himself. Are you still waiting for me?"

Zheng Yi sneered.

It just so happened that he was also preparing to give the other party a surprise.

It has to be said that the person who understands you best will always be your enemy.

Only neurotics can understand neurosis.

Only a madman can understand a madman.

In a sense, Zheng Yi and Lord Blood Mist are actually the same people. They are both ruthless, decisive and do whatever it takes to achieve their goals.

They are even more thoughtful and the city is so deep that outsiders often don’t know their innermost thoughts.

But in comparison, Zheng Yi has a better bottom line, and old monsters like Lord Blood Mist have lived for hundreds of years and have long since broken away from the category of ordinary humans, so their actions are often more sinister and sinister.

What Zheng Yi is better than him is that Zheng Yi always remembers his identity as a person.

The road to immortality is high and far away.

The further up he goes, the more profound Zheng Yi becomes.

That is the path to immortality, which will gradually transform an ordinary person into an indifferent and powerful machine.

After all, immortal cultivators have a long lifespan. If they are lucky enough to reach extremely high places and master powerful powers, their relatives around them will have passed away long ago. Even if there are descendants, they may not have much to do with them.

This is of course too extreme, and the thinking is often beyond the scope of ordinary people.

Those who cultivate are immortals, but they are no longer human beings.

According to the deduction of the Super Brain God, countless avenues coexist, so Zheng Yi needs a road sign to mark his identity as a human being.

Only in this way can one cultivate to the very depths without forgetting one's own nature and not become a puppet of the Tao and a plaything of the will of heaven and earth.

An old devil like Lord Blood Mist was able to trick Master Wei Xu into entering the game and refining all the Zifu monks into blood puppets with a century-old friendship. His methods were first-rate and scheming.

For this reason, he did not hesitate to plan for ten years to put a group of Zifu monks into danger.

It's a pity that I met Zheng Yi, a piece of shit.

There are mountain high mountain.

When old Yinbi encounters Xiaoyinbi, it depends on who has higher means and who has greater confidence?
Zheng Yi had never suffered such a big loss. If Wei Xu hadn't sacrificed himself and broke through the air restrictions, I'm afraid he would have to pay a heavy price if he wanted to leave at that time.

Even though he got the Lost Soul Mirror, it was a blessing in disguise. He successfully transformed the soul space, created a soul villain, and his spiritual realm skyrocketed.

But Zheng Yi doesn't care about the old thing like Lord Blood Mist. As long as he seizes the opportunity, he can't wait to tear this old monster alive.

On the one hand, he avenges Wei Xu.

On the other hand, he was reluctant to part with Shenji Temple. That small space world was the strongest treasure left by the ancestor of Shen Nian.

Lord Blood Mist had been planning this for ten years, and Zheng Yi couldn't help but salivate.

This is a moral struggle.

Never die.

have nothing to say.

What's more, Zheng Yi is still seeking revenge, which is a golden opportunity.

After all, he was also worried that if he was given a few years, Venerable Blood Mist would really get something good from Ancestor Shen Nian.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, Venerable Blood Mist really finds a chance to successfully advance to the Dan Formation stage, then it will be hard to say who is the cat and who is the rat.

Therefore, Zheng Yi showed no mercy when he could take action.

To deal with this kind of old Yinbi, since it is a beaten dog, it will catch him by surprise.

Sharpen your sword and cut off the roots.

……

For cultivators, time is a relative concept.

Especially for high-level monks, several months often pass by just meditating and adjusting the breath.

So, just one year and two months.

Zheng Yi passed by in the blink of an eye, not to mention the Lord Blood Mist, who also didn't feel the passage of time.He meditated quietly, the blood mist completely covering his body, and in the shadowy darkness, it seemed like endless gods and demons were swaying behind him.

Lord Blood Mist closed his eyelids, just like a stubborn stone that had been beaten by wind and rain without moving even half a step.

In fact, the entire exit of the small space has been shrouded in his spiritual thoughts, and not even a single fly can fly in, and not even a half mosquito can fly out.

But on this day, Lord Blood Mist's eyelids trembled slightly, sensing some strange fluctuations that suddenly bloomed in the quiet space.

Swish!
A stream of light flickered, and Zheng Yi's figure appeared again on the upper floor of the attic. A wave of energy shook the calm space.

"Although I don't know what methods you used during this year to hide yourself and disappear without a trace under my nose!"

"But a little mouse is a little mouse. After all, it is impossible to hide in a dark ditch forever. Sooner or later, it has to come out of the smelly ditch to get some air..."

Under the endless pressure, thick blood mist arose all over the sky, as if the whole world in the small space was dyed blood red.

Lord Blood Mist's voice suddenly sounded, and it turned into a huge blood-colored palm that stretched across the sky and the earth, fell from the sky, grabbed him fiercely, and said with a sneer.

"It's just that you don't know that when the little mouse can't help but come out to breathe, it is the moment when someone grabs it and crushes it into a pulp!"

The vibrating blood mist turned into a terrifying shock wave. The huge blood-colored palms covered the front, back, left, and right, covering the top, middle, and bottom, as if covering the world. Five huge blood-colored fingers were like five towering pillars, pointing towards Zheng Yi, who had just revealed his body. Caught it.

The surrounding thick blood mist filled the air again, and in an instant, it completely enveloped the space where Zheng Yi was.

Those bloody threads that made people's scalp numb, like flexible snakes, poked their heads out one after another and pierced towards his body.

At this moment, there are pursuers behind and wolves in front.

As soon as Zheng Yi showed up, there was no way to escape.

All I have to say is that Lord Blood Mist is indeed a tycoon like Lao Yinbi, and he strikes decisively and ruthlessly.

Just like the most seasoned hunter, when he is not attacking, he is calm and calm. Once he attacks, it is like wind and thunder. He does not give anyone any way to survive, and immediately cuts off Zheng Yi's retreat.

Although he didn't know how Zheng Yi left the blocked space and disappeared under his nose, he understood one thing.

People cannot disappear for no reason, they just use some unknown method.

As long as he waits and waits, Zheng Yi will eventually show up again.

He waited for a whole year, but things did not develop beyond his expectations. The mysterious Chen Long finally appeared again.

Lord Blood Mist, who had already laid out the trap, was waiting for this opportunity.

He was also wary of Zheng Yi's methods, fearing that this slippery little mouse would escape again. By then, it would be difficult to find him.

"Still the same old trick?! I don't know whether I should call you Ugly Cow or Lord Blood Mist. It's the same thing. Old guy, your method is outdated."

He looked at the blood mist spreading around him as if it were alive. There were blood threads emitting a suffocating aura surging inside, piercing towards his body with terrifying energy.

And the huge bloody palm behind him turned everything upside down, and the sky darkened, as if it was going to crush him to pieces.

This is not the first time Zheng Yi has seen this method.

The force is overwhelming, and after all, it lacks a bit of sophistication.

What's more, this move is already outdated for him.

Following Zheng Yi's teasing, two rays of golden light bloomed in his pupils.

In the spirit space, the matchstick-like golden spirit figure moved slightly, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

In an instant, everything around them stopped completely as if they heard Zheng Yi's order.

Whether it's the spreading blood mist, the terrifying bloodshot threads wrapped inside, the surging shock wave, or the huge bloody palm behind him that's about to come.

These powers were completely imprisoned by some invisible and terrifying force, locked in the air, and stayed there motionless.

In one sentence, as if the words were spoken, the surrounding small area of ​​​​the world was affected by his personal will and came to a standstill!
Of course, this is not really about following the law and saying the Constitution. That is too far away from him.

This is a powerful spiritual field formed by relying on the absolute crushing advantage of the soul villain.

Within the scope of the domain, everything is controlled by his spirit to a certain extent, and affects the real world with the spirit of nothingness. This is the essence of the spiritual will of the alchemy stage.

"what happened?!"

At this moment, even the knowledgeable Venerable Blood Mist was a little stunned for a moment, not knowing what exactly happened.

Why did the carefully prepared trap not work, but was stopped by some mysterious force, and even bound and imprisoned, making it all stop there strangely.

This sight honestly scared him.

Even Lord Blood Mist's heart, which had been tempered for hundreds of years, was slightly shaken at this moment. There was a crack in the indestructible door, and there was even a faint feeling of huge shock and fear.

It wasn't that he wasn't clear, it was that he didn't imagine the situation at all.

After all, what Zheng Yi experienced was incredible and within the scope of common sense.

A mere monk in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion, after a brief disappearance for a year, his spirit and will transformed, and he actually evolved a divine soul space and a divine soul villain in his mind.

This is naturally not equivalent to the shock from the Dan Formation level.

But it is already a miracle of the evolution of the soul.

"Destroy!"

Zheng Yi looked at the stagnant space around him, turned his right hand down, pressed his wrist, and then spoke again.

His eyes glowed with dazzling golden light at this moment.

In an instant, an even more terrifying invisible spiritual energy suddenly descended.

The pressure on the soul suddenly increased sharply, just like a mountain bearing down on the top, exploding suddenly.

No matter it was the spreading blood mist, the terrifying surging bloodshot threads, or the huge blood-colored palm holding up the sky that came from behind, it seemed that they could not withstand the sudden arrival of the soul energy, and they all burst into ashes in the air. It turned into blood-colored airflow all over the sky and disappeared without a trace.

"What?! This is impossible?!"

In the blink of an eye, this scene was not only a well-prepared trap collapsed.

It directly hit the Taoist heart of Lord Blood Mist.

The pupils of his eyes dilated, finally showing a look of shock and panic.

Even with the experience and vision of Venerable Blood Mist who has been practicing hard for hundreds of years, he still cannot believe that in just one year, a person's changes can be earth-shaking.

It was easy to destroy the means he had carefully prepared.

This ability gave him a bad association, and the mysterious invisible soul fluctuation reminded the Lord of Blood Mist of some forbidden power.

This was originally what he had been pursuing and striving for all his life.

But now it seems to be appearing on another person.

It gave him the feeling that he was like a trembling little kitten. In the blink of an eye, he transformed into a tiger descending from the mountain, a dragon entering the sea, and a terrifying monster that could swallow the sky and the earth.

The huge contrast makes people almost collapse.

The process was extremely short, and even before Lord Blood Mist had time to think about it, the surrounding formation power had been destroyed.

(End of this chapter)