The moon has phases and waxing, and the year has four seasons of reincarnation.

The deep seabed cannot shine on the moonlight or distinguish the changes of the four seasons. Only the flowing water waves occasionally ripples.

One year later, another year.

For three years, Bai Yi has been in seclusion in the depths of the Coral Sea, constantly improving his realm. The mid-stage of the God Transformation three years ago has now approached the late stage of the God Transformation.

Once a cultivator breaks into the transformation of the gods, the speed of cultivation will obviously become a bit weird. Some people cannot advance at all year round, and people can break through to the next level in a very short time.

Under the Nascent Soul, the talent of the monks represents everything. The higher the talent, the faster the cultivation speed, but at the level above the God Transformation, the advantages brought by talent will gradually become smaller until they completely disappear.

The most important thing in the realm of transformation is the understanding of the cultivation itself. This perception is related to the world and all things, joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and even to joy, sorrow, and separation. If summarized into one word, it is called "Tao".

Enlightenment has become an inevitable experience for the god-transforming monks. Practicing exercises can indeed improve the god-transforming cultivation. However, if you cannot truly understand it, it will become farther and farther away from breaking the realm.

If a monk who has just entered the transformation of God, he would not have to understand the word "enlightenment" after years of experience and insight to understand it. However, for Bai Yi, who was reborn, the insights that must be experienced during this period of advancement no longer exist.

Although Xiaoyao Immortal Lord has never broken Xiaoyao for thousands of years, the way of war has been achieved as early as ten thousand years ago. Now he is reborn, Bai Yi does not need any idea of ​​enlightenment at all, so his cultivation speed in the realm of transformation of the gods is even no less than that of the time of the Nascent Soul.

Even if you can improve your realm without experiencing it, it is definitely not something you can reach from the middle stage of the God Transformation to the late stage. It is only three years. Bai Yi's middle stage of the God Transformation is as stable as a rock, but there is still a distance from the late stage. By this time, he can no longer go into seclusion.

Because the killing disaster is almost here.

In three years, the quiet Bai Yi opened his eyes for the first time, and there seemed to be a fire in his eyes. The pure fire of fighting spirit will never be extinguished once it burns.

Bai Yi was in seclusion for three years, while Zhuhuo was an old man in the Coral Sea for three years. If Baiyu had not been alive, Zhuhuo would probably be even more free.

Feeling the master's soul fluctuations, the candlelight slid out of his palace and rushed out. When he arrived in front of Bai Yijin, his despicable expression like a gangster had been replaced by solemnity.

"Master, are we leaving?"

"Yes, it's time to leave." Bai Yi's tone was still calm, but his eyes became deeper: "It's time to go to our battlefield."

Leaving the Coral Sea, even Zhuhuo knew that Bai Yi didn't want to implicate his sister. If he was waiting for his clone here, although there were many sea clans who could help with the battle, after all, a clan that was comparable to the Mahayana realm was not an existence that these sea clans could compete with. Even the eighth-level ice cold and Shen Gui attacked, it would be useless.

"Master, you have not even arrived in the late stage of the Aging God. I am still far from the eighth-level demon cultivator. Will we not be able to come back as we leave?"

Zhuhuo said with some concern: "Since the breakthrough has not been made in the late stage, why has the master not cultivated his soul in the past three years? After he has cultivated to be stronger than the soul of his clone, at least he cannot easily refine our master and servant. If he fails and merges with his master's soul, wouldn't he become the Lord of the Blue Sky..."

Zhuhuo's concerns are not without reason. After all, Bai Yi's body is just a remnant soul, and it is even weaker than the soul in the clone. If it is completely killed, it is nothing. But once Bai Yi's remnant soul is fused by the clone, the clone will really take the opportunity to become the Lord of the Blue Sky.

The immortal body is comparable to the Mahayana realm. With the soul power of the two immortal kings, the clone will not only become stronger, but also obtain the true inheritance and memory of the Xiaoyao Immortal Lord. At that time, Bai Yi will disappear, and the replacement of him will be another self.

No one likes to appear another self in the world, especially when the other party is full of hatred, and no one wants to be replaced by another strange self after their death.

"Soul..." Bai Yi's eyes flashed slightly, and he whispered in a low voice as if he was talking to himself: "Why do you need to practice the soul? The killing disaster is coming, and the cultivators from outside the domain are coming. Maybe it won't take long to come, and the five great immortals will come. After all, we are alone and lonely. Since they are calculating me, it's my turn to calculating them."

In the whisper, Bai Yi walked out of the retreat. When he saw the eyes, there were corals, mermaids shuttled through the temples, and the temples were towering, and the peaceful place was peaceful.

"The green sky is beautiful, isn't it?"

With a smile, Bai Yi stepped on the sea and walked towards the sea step by step.

"Qianhao, let's go."

With Bai Yi's whisper, the candlelight showed its original body in a low roar. The seventh-level Zhulong had already appeared in the outline of the dragon clan. On the slightly narrow body, the four claws moved and rushed out of the sea, then stepped into the air and flew towards the near-shore.

Bai Yi stood on the head of the spirit beast with his hands on his back, his expression as calm as a long trip, and he could not see any catastrophe.

A strong enemy is not just a clone, but also many powerful people from outside the domain, the five scattered immortals, and even the black hands hidden behind the five scattered immortals. However, Bai Yi, who has achieved great battles, has not only not feared those catastrophes and crises, but also has a strong expectation.

Just a fight!

Even if the head of the seven scattered immortals in the Nine Realms is reborn, he is not completely useless. However, his previous realm was too low and Bai Yi could not use some of the means. As the realm improved, the constraints that trapped Bai Yi would become less and less. Since the clone in the distance could soar into the sky, wouldn’t he, the real Immortal Lord, break into the sky?

A few days later, the master and servant who arrived near the sea were not far from the cross-domain teleportation array at the bottom of the sea.

At this point, Bai Yi began to build a teleportation array again on the seabed. This time, what he built was a small teleportation array with a teleportation distance of thousands of miles. After one was built, Bai Yi began to turn his head and fly to the deep sea, and built a magic array connected to the previous small teleportation array thousands of miles away.

A group of teleportation arrays was built, and Bai Yi flew to the deep sea again. Every ten thousand miles or so, he would arrange a group of connected small teleportation arrays, and set up the array all the way, flying all the way to the deep sea in the northeast direction.

"The direction of Qishan." Zhunhuo identified the direction of his journey while flying and said in surprise: "Master, are we going to take back Jiuchen? With Jiuchen sword, you can also have the power to protect yourself when facing the clone. No matter how bad it is, you can escape by relying on these teleportation arrays."

The candle fire that was flying while muttering seemed to be happy and said, "There are no blue clouds above the sky, and ten thousand souls under the nine dusts. One sword fights the Nine Realms. Everyone in the world knows you. Haha, the innate spiritual treasure, let's kill that clone!"

Innate spiritual treasures, the most powerful weapon in the human world, will cause a real catastrophe once they appear.

Above the acquired spiritual treasure is the innate spiritual treasure, and almost no cultivator has ever seen the horror of the innate spiritual treasure. Perhaps only the most powerful people in the Mahayana and Demon King realms can have the chance to see the kind of weapon that can be called the power of destruction.
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