Spiritual inheritance does not need to be practiced deliberately. As long as the mental power and understanding are sufficient, you can digest these inheritances. Only after the digestion is completed, you can start to enter the stage of your own research and innovation.

Mo Yi's Taoist code is also an unparalleled secret. Although it is not as advanced as the reincarnation, it has the ability to accommodate all things, and its capacity is almost limitless. As long as the Taoist code and reincarnation are integrated, his strength will be as strong as sitting on it.

Like a rocket, it flew up into the sky in a flash. Even reaching the realm of the strong man before was not difficult.

A person's sea of ​​consciousness has no boundaries, just like a newborn planet, but it is always white. Unless you practice cultivation, there will still be no change in the sea of ​​consciousness until you die. What idiots call idiots are idiots who have no change in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Mo Yi's sea of ​​consciousness at this time has a large area of ​​hazy purple energy, which is the purple energy brought by practicing Taoism. There is also a void that is ten times the size of the purple energy. This void has no color.

Even the white color has been swallowed up, leaving some voids, and it continues to attract more white energy to grow. This is the void at the beginning of reincarnation.

Mo Yi tried to pull the Taoist purple energy that was not intrusive into the well water into the void of reincarnation. Suddenly, it was like water entering a boiling oil pot. The void that swallowed up the purple energy fluctuated for a while, seemingly due to indigestion. The waves rippled one after another.

The sea was churning, and then the originally white mist began to roll with this wave, and the entire sea of ​​consciousness was shaking and trembling.[

Naturally, the changes in the sea of ​​consciousness cannot be hidden from Mo Yi. He feels inexplicably that he has done something wrong, like poking a hornet's nest. His body has been tightly suppressed and controlled. Even in the shocking catastrophe, there is still a powerful and unpredictable power hidden deep inside.

The spiritual power suddenly began to surge in the body, and the momentum was like a waterfall falling from the sky. It was unstoppable. No matter how Mo Yi urged the Dao Dian to suppress it, it would not help.

Mo Yiku frowned and looked at the sky above his head.

The sky had just dissipated, revealing the sunlight and the color of the sky was like ink. The clouds in the sky were all gathered together, and the clouds further away continued to merge quickly. Not only the dark clouds, but also the bone-eroding wind blew from the ground.

The sound of wailing echoed, and in the clouds there were not only the roars of ancient ferocious beasts, but also this constantly rotating vortex, which was constantly absorbing the spiritual energy between heaven and earth.

Mo Yi's expression turned so bad, well, the sky on the dark side was gloomy and dark, the wind was crying and the sand was howling, the heaven and the earth were still wailing, it was the end of the world.

The ninth world-destroying thunderbolt came early because Mo Yi Daodian lost control and controlled the powerful origin of the law, which caused the aura to be exposed to the heaven and earth without concealment.

Only the first tribulation thunder killed half of Mo Yi's life, but the second one left him with one breath left.

Mo Yi didn't even have a chance to curse God. Before life and death, he stimulated his bloody nature.

Since Daodian was uncontrollable, he went completely crazy. He tried his best to pull all the purple energy in the sea of ​​consciousness into the void of reincarnation. The void began to twist and mutate, turning into chaos. The dying Mo Yi absorbed an energy from this chaos.

Reversing the vitality of Kurong, the Great Way of Reincarnation, Kurong, Yin and Yang, and Life and Death, relying on the purple energy accumulated in Taoism for thousands of years, Mo Yi instantly entered the first realm of reincarnation, Kurong.

The toughness is higher than that. The body that cannot be damaged by the sword of the divine weapon is completely destroyed by the thunder of destruction, and it is dying.

Every time the power of withering vitality passes through these damaged meridians, it will be quickly repaired. This vitality completely activates the vitality of Mo Yi's body, using the abnormal repairing power to fight against the extremely tyrannical destructive power of thunder.

Mo Yi, who had only half repaired in a moment, stood up reluctantly, and just as he was about to shout, a third, more ferocious thunderstorm came towards him.

Mo Yi's eyes widened. This was going to cost him his life. He instantly burned all the spiritual power in his body in exchange for a sudden increase in vitality. He competed with the tribulation thunder that entered his body to destroy it, and competed to repair it. In the end, the tribulation thunder was exhausted.

, the vast vitality that Mo Yi gained by burning all his spiritual power was exhausted, and the fourth calamity thunder had begun to be gestated.

Mo Yi, who was exhausted and had almost no strength, raised his head and shouted loudly: "Heaven, open the door for me, I agree to ascend."

The apocalyptic power of the sky seemed to be suffocated by these words. On the other side of the dark clouds, a black hole with auspicious light appeared, and then a colorful beam of light shot out from the black hole and fell on Mo Yi.

Mo Yi was conceived by the Lantian Realm, and the Heavenly Dao of the Lantian Realm regarded him as his son, leaving a glimmer of hope for this strongest son. As long as he opened his mind and thought about ascension, the Heavenly Dao would open the way for him to ascend.

Mo Yi, who was illuminated by the colorful light, finally breathed a sigh of relief. The light of guidance fell, and he no longer had to suffer this perverted disaster.

Mo Yi began to fly gradually, and his severely damaged body began to gradually recover under the light of the guide. Although it was more abnormal than being without vitality, it was not weak, especially when the spiritual energy was exhausted and vitality continued.

"What's going on?" Mo Yi looked at the thick calamity cloud in confusion. It didn't dissipate even after the passage appeared. This is inconsistent with common sense. Could it be that he was planning to hit me again?

"No!" Mo Yi wailed. This body cannot withstand another world-destroying thunderbolt.[

But no matter how hard he looked, he didn't see that Heavenly Tribulation had any intention of letting him go. Before ascending to the passage, he was sure to be hit by another thunder. The ancient face transformed by the Tribulation Cloud was very clear, not only the eyes, but also the

His face actually had an invisible smile.

When Mo Yi saw that smile, he wanted to go crazy. This was revenge, naked revenge. Cang Tian was really too petty. Playing like this would kill someone. Mo Yi wanted to cry.

Mo Yi used the magic technique. In addition to burning spiritual power, many monks will control a kind of magic technique that burns blood and essence, forcing out all the potential, so that the strength will skyrocket in an instant. The more high-end the magic technique, the more powerful it will be.

The stronger it is, the greater the consequences will be.

Mo Yixiong has dominated the Lan Tian Realm for hundreds of years, and what he possesses is naturally the most advanced magic technique.

His hair turned white, wrinkles appeared on his face, and his plump skin began to become dehydrated and withered. However, his strength recovered and even improved in a few breaths, at the cost of sacrificing most of his life force.

He melted all his spiritual power into the void and transformed it into vitality. A vast vitality repaired his withered body. At this time, the thunder of tribulation came with the feeling of extinction, and once again life and death, repair and

A contest of destruction.

The bones were destroyed and then reshaped, the skin was reduced to burnt powder and then rebuilt again. Mo Yi's entire body, hair, skin, bones, flesh and blood were repeatedly ravaged. During the crushing and remodeling, it was like entering the 18th level of hell.

Unimaginable torture in the world.

This kind of pain penetrated deeply into his soul. Even his thousand-year-old enemy's strong will could not withstand such a torrent of pain. He wanted to faint or fall asleep, but it didn't work. The extreme pain would wake him up and make him unable to sleep at all times.

Suffer.

The calamity clouds in the sky had begun to disperse, and Mo Yi finally entered the passage.

The corners of Jieyun Zhong's faintly invisible smile were slightly raised. Mo Yi saw it in a daze, and it was tilted. This was a sign of pride, as if he was saying, 'Let me keep you crazy.'

"God, you are really the best. I hate you."
Chapter completed!