Mortal: I can trade everything

Chapter 429: 'Golden Immortal' Ma Liang: The Spiritual Realm of the Forming Realm? Collapse and run away!

"It won't happen next time."

"Yes, as you command."

On the White Jade Square, Tiefu bowed slightly, forced an awkward smile on his face, and shame filled his eyes.

Finally, he bowed to the seven fairies, then stepped back seven steps while still bowing, and turned to leave.

As for how to arrange things for the beautiful woman, that was not something he could have any say in.

After leaving Xutian Palace, he walked down from the clouds. If an outsider were present, they would have noticed that his back was straight, and there was no embarrassment on his face, instead he looked like a proud old man.

In his opinion, there are still too few people in our second master's harem.

Three thousand?

If we tell others about this, other Mahayana monks will laugh at us. So we have to fill up the Xutian Palace at least, right?

As for the mass elements of the Three Thousand Mahayana Vehicles, they had been blatantly ignored by him.

Suddenly he had an idea. He heard that the new world was the world of Zen believers, and the fanatical believer, the poor nun, was obedient and beautiful. Wasn't this the best template for the maids in Yao Chi Palace?
It seems like I need to build some relationship with that kid Han Li.

. . .

Above the Nine Heavens, in the Immortal Pond, Li Xunhuan was completely unaware of Tiefu's little trick.

In the midst of wine and sex, the fair-skinned beauty showed her infinite beauty. Her eyes were covered with a veil, and she was randomly grabbed like a mortal king. The sound of her coquettish quarrels filled his ears, and he had no time to pay attention to anything else.

Is this cultivation of immortality?

I love cultivating immortals!

Just like this, stimulated by the military exploits, the conquest in the human world was in full swing, and Li Xunhuan was also busy seeking pleasure, forming a sharp contrast.

Sometimes, he also doubted whether he had become too decadent and whether he should undergo some training.

But when he saw a pair of beautiful and confused couples, he would spit on himself.

What's wrong!
In terms of magical powers, no one in the outside world can beat him; in terms of cultivation, soaking in the Immortal Transformation Pond for a thousand years can advance to the Yuanxian level. Does he have to endure the hardship?

Furthermore, it was he who constructed the human world centered on Guanjiangkou, it was he who established the military merit system, and it was he who laid out the resources, skills, magic weapons, magical powers, and everything else behind the interface war.

If he really had to go down and grab the credit for the victory, I'm afraid the people below would be jealous.

Sure enough, I am still too idle.

Then, he was pulled by Dong Xuan'er and Wen Siyue, a pair of natural charms, and fell down.

Then play music, then dance!
. . .

As the old saying goes, there is no such thing as a peaceful life in the world of immortals. There are always people carrying the burden for you.

The Xiaonanzhou world group is a lost world, not a world that evolved from the bottom up due to the Big Bang.

Therefore, the human world was like a gluttonous beast that ate everything in its abundance. Although it became fat, the number of worlds in this chaos began to decrease rapidly.

Three thousand, two thousand, eight hundred, one hundred,
The world is disappearing faster and faster, which makes Yingli, the inspector stationed in the Linghuan Realm, very anxious.

In the dark room, green smoke rose from the three half-burnt incense sticks in the incense burner on the altar and gathered in the sky, condensing into a Taoist holding a seal in his left hand.

The Taoist opened his eyes, a little confused, and looked around, his eyes fixed on the old man who was bowing in front of him.
"Who is from which realm? Please tell me your name."

Yingli did not dare to neglect it. He bowed and complimented in a flattering tone.

"The Immortal Ma Liang is here, and I am the Inspector of the Jiuyuan Guanling Huanjie, Yingli. I wish the Immortal's immortal path will last forever."

"Spiritual Realm? But is it the Spiritual Realm closest to the Immortal Realm?"

"Exactly."

Ma Liang frowned, how could it be the Linghuan Realm?
Since he came out of seclusion, he received an order from the temple master to bring the Sky-Stealing Bottle to the lower world to search for the whereabouts of the Sky-Holding Bottle, and he could do as he pleased in the process.

Taking advantage of others? That means doing whatever you want?

He was preparing to go down to the mortal world and kill people on a large scale, and to sacrifice the Seal of All Spirits for the second time to increase its power. However, he did not expect that before he set out, he would receive the incense from the Inspector of the Spirit Realm.

Did something happen?
This is not okay.

The Linghuan Realm is too close to the Immortal Realm. If a blood sacrifice is performed here, the noise will easily cause waves. If he is punished again, he may not be put in solitary confinement this time.

Ma Liang was a Golden Immortal, and his thoughts were very fast. These thoughts flashed through his mind, and he came back to his senses and looked at Ying Li. On the surface, he asked calmly, but he had made up his mind in his heart that no matter what the other party said, he would not go to Linghuan Realm.

"Is there something unusual happening in the Linghuan Realm?"

"The immortals are very smart. Hundreds of years ago, the star chart showed that the lower world of the Linghuan Realm began to be lost. At first, I thought it was just a routine, but I didn't expect the situation to get worse and worse."

At this point, he paused, raised his hand cautiously and glanced at Ma Liang. Seeing that he did not express anything, he could not help but secretly groan, then carefully selected his words and whispered,

"Today, the outer and middle worlds in the star disk have all been lost, and even most of the upper world has been lost. Only the Spirit World remains."

After saying this, his legs trembled, his head lowered even further, and he closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the wrath of Immortal Ma Liang.

As expected, a suppressed voice that seemed to carry tremendous anger rang in his ears. He could no longer hold on, and his legs softened and he knelt down.

"Is this how you become an inspector?"

"I, my subordinates, have sent thousands of top-level Mahayana monks to find out the cause, hoping to find out some information. Unexpectedly,"

"Don't you want no one to return yet?"

"Yes, yes, no, no, no, I have also found out that not only the lower realms belonging to the True Immortal Realm are lost, but also the lower realms of the True Demon Realm, the Underworld, the Dragon Realm, the Beast God Realm, etc. are also lost."

"So, I want to thank you for the news?"

"No, no, no, please spare my life, Immortal."

Ma Liang was so angry that he laughed and stared at the other person with a fake smile.

If it weren't for the impending disaster and the premonition that he would be beheaded, I'm afraid this inspector would have continued to conceal the truth.

This useless person who is incapable of doing anything but always causes trouble is really ruining my plans.

If eyes could kill through the interface, I would definitely chop this stupid inspector into pieces.

He took a deep breath and pondered,

"Get ready. I will enter the spiritual world. Before that, no matter what happens, you must hold out for a while even if it means risking your life. Do you hear me?"

However, to his surprise, Yingli was lying limply on the side, his eyes dull and unfocused, his mouth slightly open, mumbling something.

Seeing this, he frowned and said in a deep voice,

"What's going on? Did you hear what I said?"

"It's too late. It's too late."

Yingli struggled to stand up like an old man in the candlelight, with a strand of white hair suddenly falling down his forehead, making him look a little more old.

He glanced at Ma Liang, raised his arms casually, lowered his eyes and said perfunctorily, "Spiritual World Supervisor Yingli must follow orders and stop the intruders."

Without waiting for Ma Liang's response, he turned around on the spot. With a clicking sound, he put on the headgear, armor, and golden boots, held a strange weapon in his hand, and disappeared without a trace, turning into a beam of light.

Ma Liang was stunned for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitched, and a sense of shame and humiliation of being ignored by the people from the lower world surged in his heart.

Cricket is a demon with the bloodline of a three-headed bird!

He, how dare he!

However, behind the fury on his face, a hint of caution flashed in his eyes. He did not take the initiative to cut off the function of the World Transmission Incense, but just waited quietly.

I want to see who this person is!
. . .

The Linghuan Realm is the closest interface to the Immortal Realm. This is not only reflected in the physical distance, the concentration of spiritual energy in this realm, but also, most importantly, the size of the world.

Its area is at least as large as a thousand spiritual realms.

However, such a vast interface is dwarfed by the human world today and cannot be compared.

In the Linghuan Realm, which is the surface of the world, there are countless small dots, and Yingli is the one leading the way.

At this moment, he looked at the big world in front of him with bated breath, his body motionless.

?

Is this the scale that the underworld (the world below the fairyland) should have?
He was also knowledgeable and had some indirect understanding of the fairyland. He thought that the interface before him was probably no more than that of a fairyland.

This thought suddenly occurred to him. The boundless ancient world was filled with a thick aura, like a chaotic giant beast. Even though there was chaos between them, he couldn't help but tremble.

This feeling reminded him of when his Nascent Soul was initially taking shape and he encountered the blood pressure of the Mahayana True Spirit, he could not even think of resisting.

"Bang bang bang!"

The human figure disappeared, and was replaced by a three-headed bird-beast that was hundreds of miles long. It flapped its wings, raised its pointed beak, and the sharp bird calls echoed through the chaos.

The sound turned into an invisible wave. Wherever it passed, meteorites and space storms with a diameter of hundreds of miles in the chaos exploded instantly, clearing a vacuum zone.

At the same time, countless tiny figures behind him also revealed their true forms, and various strange monsters took turns to appear. Of course, some humans also manifested three heads and six arms, various Buddhist, Taoist, Confucian, and demonic spirit forms, and some even took on the appearance of monsters.

All these interweaving together undoubtedly display the heritage of the spiritual world over billions of years.

It was only then that Yingli finally had the confidence to open his mouth.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the last monk who did this had his ashes scattered.

. . .

The ancient ship, thousands of miles long, broke through the chaos, and all the chaotic beasts, secret realms, and storms along the way were crushed to pieces.

There are tens of thousands of such large ships, forming a chaotic fleet, advancing menacingly, forming an invisible and invincible killing wind, as if any living being or world standing in the way would be crushed.

At some point, a voice was heard from the top of a larger fleet's flagship mountain. The tone was flat and not majestic, but it resounded throughout the chaos and reached the faces of everyone in the Spirit World.

"In compliance with the order of the Lord of the Human Realm, the ancestors Li Xunhuan, the creatures of the Spirit Realm do not respect the human race and practice demonic magic. Their sins are grave and they should be executed!"

"Be punished!"

"punish!"

The word "Zhu" seemed to have magical powers, and an endless echo was heard in the chaos, reverberating back and forth around every living being in the spiritual world. Although everyone curled up their real bodies or their original spirits and covered their ears with their hands, the word seemed to penetrate directly into their hearts and made them bleed from all seven orifices.

"Zhu Xian Sword, out!"

That cold, ghost-like voice sounded again in the depths of chaos, and a flash of white sword light shot up into the sky. Although its shape was small, the chaos was eclipsed by it. Even if the creatures in the Spirit World closed their eyes, the image of the sword light shooting up into the sky would automatically appear in their minds!

The sword light came closer, and the ancient long sword inside emitted a vast, distant, and wild aura. Suddenly, it shook and split into hundreds, thousands, and endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, a vast array of swords came shooting towards them.

Looking from the side, the pitch-black chaos transformed into an ancient battlefield, and the long swords transformed into long arrows shot by millions of troops, forming a terrifying net that covered the sky with nowhere to escape.

The distance of dozens of light years seemed to have lost its meaning at this moment. The long swords fell like rain, crossing time and space, coming to the sky above the creatures in the spiritual world and floating down.

With a flash, it accurately inserted into the true body and soul of every living being.

No matter how it cries, blows itself up, rolls on the ground, uses magic, or begs for mercy, it cannot break free.

Then, the long sword turned into light, and a bone-chilling murderous aura surged out of it, enveloping the entire place. After a while, there was silence in the chaos, and countless monsters fell into a peaceful sleep.

Only a few creatures with extraordinary talents, or who had amazing adventures, or who had mysterious treasures survived, but they could only wail on the spot, unable to move.

. . .

Spirit world, dark room.

When such tragic scenes were reflected in the water mirror, even the Golden Immortal Ma Liang couldn't help but gasp.

Evil star!

More murderous than Ben and me!
His mouth trembled suddenly, and then he pursed his lips as if nothing had happened. But in fact, only he knew that he was afraid.

If he was just bullying the weak and sacrificing blood to weak monks, then the man in front of him blatantly wiped out hundreds of millions of Mahayana monks with just one move!

If he were in the underworld, could he do it?

Let's assume that he is able to do so, but we learned from the evil star's mouth that he is only acting on behalf of a human named Li Xunhuan.

In other words, this human named Li Xunhuan should and should have a strength level far beyond that of the evil star.

Since ancient times, every cultivator who could ascend from the lost lower world was a ruthless person among the ruthless ones, and their potential was far beyond his reach. He was very clear about this, but this Li Xunhuan who had never appeared was different.

How can I say it, he,

He searched his mind for all the words he had ever known, but couldn't find a suitable one. Finally, he slowly typed out four big words:
Horror!
A feeling of relief for surviving the disaster arose spontaneously, fortunately I did not set out.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his hands and feet. Surprise flashed across his face, and he subconsciously looked down.

He saw a three-inch three-willow-leaf flying knife mysteriously flying out from the mirror on the water surface, spinning and shooting towards him.

Before he could react, his throat suddenly felt itchy and the pain of being unable to breathe surged into his heart. He slowly raised his hands and subconsciously placed them on his throat. The feeling from his hands made him suddenly widen his eyes, and an expression of disbelief overflowed from his eyes.

How come it’s so fast?
Suddenly, a flying knife pierced into the throat, and a piece of silk at the end of the handle moved in the wind.

and many more,

His cheeks flushed red, and he shook his sleeves with difficulty, sending out a blood-red streak that hit the mirror. Along with the sound of the mirror breaking, the flying knife also broke into pieces, turning into points of light that dissipated in the air.

In the fairyland, the Jiuyuan Temple's sphere of influence, Liangshan, the sound of someone's rapid breathing was heard from the cave on the top of the mountain. It sounded like a drowning person gasping for breath after being rescued with great difficulty.

Ma Liang covered his throat with his hands, his eyes blank, and he couldn't recover for a long time.

That is,

Spiritual realm, the spiritual realm of the realm of creation!

(End of this chapter)