Urban Cultivation of Immortal Emperor Invincible

The art of formation is even more profound. There are maze formations that can trap the enemy in an invisible illusion. The formation is full of fog. Once the enemy enters, they will lose their way and fall into endless illusions, and their lives will be gradually worn away by the killing array in the formation.

There is also a spirit gathering formation that can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for your own use.

Once this formation is set up, the spiritual energy within a radius of 100 miles will flow into the formation like rivers flowing into the sea, providing practitioners with a constant supply of spiritual support.

Zhou Yihan felt as if her head was being pulled and squeezed by an invisible force, and the huge amount of information seemed to be about to burst her sea of ​​consciousness.

She gritted her teeth, mobilized all her energy and willpower, and tried desperately to sort out and absorb these memories.

Every piece of information was like a bright and blazing star, passing through her mind and leaving a deep mark.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and her body was trembling slightly, but she never gave up.

After a long and agonizing period, Zhou Yihan finally accepted all the information.

Her eyes first fell on an ice-attributed technique, which emitted a cold blue light, deep and mysterious.

Its running route is complex and changeable, and the flow of spiritual energy is like an undercurrent surging under a glacier, containing endless icy power.

Zhou Yihan tried to explore its level, but found that his consciousness seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss and could not reach the end of the technique at all.

It is like an ancient and huge iceberg, hidden in the depths of the universe, and just a tiny tip of it is enough to make people feel terrified.

Just a preliminary perception of those powerful attack spells made Zhou Yihan feel their earth-shattering power.

She seemed to see the shocking scene of the sky and earth changing color and the world turning upside down when she cast these spells on her future path of cultivation.

However, none of these shocked her as much as the information about the Way of Heaven and the Immortal World.

In her sea of ​​consciousness, the scene of the Heavenly Dao gradually became clear. It was a huge organization composed of millions of Immortal Emperors. Each Immortal Emperor stood at the pinnacle of power. Their aura was as powerful and majestic as the vast galaxy.

In the hearts of all members of the Heavenly Dao, Ye Chen is like the god who created the universe and dominates everything. His existence transcends all understanding and imagination.

What made Zhou Yihan even more unbelievable was that the space they were in at the moment was actually one of Ye Chen’s treasures.

This fact was like the Big Bang, completely shattering all her previous knowledge of cultivating immortals.

Zhou Yihan knew very well that this information was too huge and shocking, and it would take her a long time to digest and understand it.

But at this moment, time was running out, so she sat cross-legged without any hesitation.

Her posture is tall and straight, like an ancient statue, exuding a firm aura.

As she began to practice her skills, the chaotic energy around her slowly gathered towards her as if it had been summoned by some powerful force.

At first, the chaotic energy was like a gentle breeze, gently blowing across her body and slowly penetrating through her pores.

As she practiced the technique more deeply, the speed at which the chaotic energy flowed in gradually increased, like a surging river, rushing into her meridians violently.

In the meridians, the chaotic energy is like a violent torrent, wantonly washing the meridian walls.

Each flushing is like forging a peerless sword, removing impurities and broadening the width and toughness of the meridians.

Under the tempering of this chaotic energy, Zhou Yihan's body gradually became tougher, as if it was gradually transforming from ordinary iron to divine gold.

After the chaotic energy circulated in her meridians for a circle, it finally gathered in her vast dantian.

Dantian is like a vast starry sky, in which chaotic energy floats and gathers like stardust, gradually forming a chaotic nebula.

As more chaotic energy poured in, the density of the nebula continued to increase, and it began to slowly rotate, forming a spiritual power vortex of initial scale.

Zhou Yihan's aura also steadily improved during the practice. The originally weak aura was like a spark, gradually forming a prairie fire.

Soon after, a powerful aura burst out from her body, like a beam of light shooting up into the sky, breaking through the chaotic energy around her.

She successfully broke through the first level of Qi Refining, and the speed of this breakthrough was astonishing.

In the world of cultivating immortals, many people take a long time to reach this level, but Zhou Yihan completed this leap in just a short time.

Xiao Lingtian stood quietly aside, his eyes gently falling on Zhou Yihan's practicing figure, a faint yet meaningful smile outlined at the corner of his mouth.

Those deep eyes were filled with complex and unspeakable emotions, and contained countless unspoken words.

The scroll of memory quietly unfolded in his heart, like an ancient book that had been sealed for a long time, and every page carried the precious time he spent with Zhou Yihan.

Those past events, like bright stars, embellish every corner of his path to becoming an immortal.

In that distant and mysterious spiritual realm, their meeting felt like a clever arrangement of fate.

Zhou Yihan, she is like a fairy who has strayed into the mortal world, surrounded by an aura that is not tainted by dust.

One smile can conquer the city, another smile can conquer the country. That purity and beauty caused ripples in Xiao Lingtian's heart.

Every subtle expression of hers was carefully stored in his heart.

At that time, they were focused and walked hand in hand on the vast journey of cultivating immortals.

With only curiosity and yearning for the unknown world in their eyes, they jointly weave their own dream of cultivating immortals.

The years are quiet and time is long, everything seems so harmonious and beautiful.

However, during these few days, Ye Chen was concentrating on comprehending the runes on the mysterious seal.

The surrounding cold space flickered with a faint cold light, which reflected the blue light emitted from the seal, creating a magical and mysterious atmosphere.

Ye Chen closed his eyes tightly, and powerful spiritual power surged out from his sea of ​​consciousness like a surging tide, wrapping the seal tightly.

On the seal, those ancient and profound runes seemed to feel the touch of soul power, gradually waking up and beginning to emit a faint blue light.

At first, the light was just like a star, faint but tenacious, as if testing the world.

As the soul power continued to deepen, the darkness and yin aura around the seal seemed to be pulled by an invisible gravitational force, converging towards the seal in strands.

Like devout believers, they entered the seal in an orderly manner. The scene looked like a grand and solemn ritual going on quietly.

Ye Chen could clearly sense the flow of every breath. His soul power turned into countless invisible hands, carefully combing and exploring the connection between the runes and these breaths.

As time passed slowly, the blue light emitted by the seal became stronger and stronger, gradually changing from the initial dark blue to a bright and deep azure.

The light was like a burning cold flame, dyeing the entire cabin into a blue world.

As time went by, the seal seemed to be completely awakened. Its desire for the dark and yin auras became stronger and stronger, and the speed of absorption increased suddenly.

The originally wispy breath now rushed into the seal like a rushing stream.

The seal vibrated slightly, like the hum of an ancient heart, creating circles of deep buzzing sounds in the silence.

It seemed to be singing for the influx of power, and also like whispering in Ye Chen's ear, conveying secrets that transcend the world.

Ye Chen's forehead gradually became covered with sweat, and the power of his soul receded like the tide, leaving behind traces of fatigue, but he clenched his teeth tightly and refused to relax at all.

He knew clearly in his mind that this seal was definitely not an ordinary thing. It embodied the pride and glory unique to a divine weapon.

At this moment, an invisible bridge seemed to be built between him and the seal, and an indescribable tacit understanding quietly grew.

He could sense that inside the seal, an ancient and powerful will was slowly opening its sleepy eyes.

Traveling through the fog of time and space, it resonates with Ye Chen's soul from afar.

This power transcends the shackles of time and carries with it the vicissitudes of ancient times and immortal majesty.

Ye Chen's heart was also excited, and he became more determined to control this power.