Bai Zeyu stood blankly on the stone platform for a long time, and finally let out a long sigh, and his whole body gradually became transparent and disappeared completely in this world like an old man.

In the hall deep underground in the gray mountains, Bai Zeyu slowly opened his eyes. He seemed a little confused at the beginning, and gradually began to regain his consciousness.

After moving his hands and feet for a long time, feeling the familiarity of his body, Bai Zeyu turned his head and looked at a small hourglass placed on the stone table beside him. He saw that the fine gray sand on it fell by only a quarter of it.

"It's not a false statement that it can really distort the structure of space and time..."

Bai Zeyu first stroked his left arm, and sensed that the Qingtian ruler had turned into an invisible object, which seemed to be virtual but not virtual, seemed to be real but not real, and dissolved with his own flesh and blood, as well as the tumultuous fire element in the red fire seal in his body, and he was suddenly filled with emotion.

Bai Zeyu stroked it gently, and there was already an additional porcelain bottle in his hand, and a pill that emitted a fragrance was lying quietly in it.

"The pills I took still exist, and the items I brought out can also be preserved. Is the Silver Cloud World real or false?"

After muttering a few words, Bai Zeyu casually put the porcelain bottle back into the storage bag.

"Forget it, these things cannot be understood by my own cultivation."

Bai Zeyu shook his head and sank his whole mind into the ruler of the sky.

I don’t know if it was the special nature of the innate spiritual treasure or what methods the old man left behind. As a spiritual weapon that is more powerful than the Red Fire Seal, he was able to penetrate the spiritual power into the Sky ruler without any blood sacrifice. As Bai Zeyu’s mental power completely wrapped every inch of the flat ruler, a light ball composed of countless strange lines was completely displayed in front of Bai Zeyu.

Bai Zeyu seemed to have entered another mysterious world. He stared at the light ball in a daze and fell into a deep enlightenment. The mystery that could not be understood was presented little by little in front of Bai Zeyu.

The hourglass beside me has disappeared at some point.

After a long time, Bai Zeyu slowly opened his eyes, and a trace of silver light flashed through his black pupils.

The world that was originally extremely familiar, at this time, countless floating white silk threads appeared in Bai Zeyu's eyes, as if the whole world was covered with strange strings, just waiting for Bai Zeyu to tick it gently.

"So, is this the mystery of space?"

Bai Zeyu slowly stretched out his hand and gently pressed his fingers on a slightly thick white arc. As silver light gathered, a strange wave fell into the arc, which immediately caused the space around the arc to vibrate and distort, revealing a hole the size of a fist.

As the silver light between Bai Zeyu's fingers became more dazzling, the entire hole collapsed and became as big as half the size of a body.

Bai Zeyu stepped forward and turned into a silver light and drilled into the hole. He disappeared from the spot without a trace.

Seven or eight feet away, Bai Zeyu appeared directly strangely, and he still kept taking a step.

"So, is this the real teleportation feeling?"

Half of his clothes had become fragmented and his legs became bloody, but Bai Zeyu no longer cared about these problems, but closed his eyes and kept engraving his just insights deeply in his mind.

Originally, let alone a mere foundation-building monk, even if he was a golden elixir, it would be no less difficult to ascend to heaven if he wanted to see the mystery of space.

Any spells involving space start at least the fourth level and cannot be comprehended by non-Nasty Infant monks.

However, the existence of the Sky-Lighting Ruler undoubtedly presents the originally profound and unsightly-understood things to Bai Zeyu extremely clearly. Like some innate monsters with powerful bloodlines, even if they were just born, they could still use their bloodlines to perform spells such as fireballs and water arrows, because these have long been deeply engraved in the bloodlines and have almost become an instinct.

Of course, compared to the real fourth-level spell, the teleportation technique used by Bai Zeyu at this time seems extremely immature.

If it was really a teleportation technique performed by the Nascent Soul cultivator, it could cross space and instantly span a hundred feet of distance, and its activation speed was also in an instant. The teleportation technique used by Bai Zeyu, which consumed nearly one tenth of his mana, would probably be a distance of less than a tiny distance.

After a long time, Bai Zeyu opened his eyes and waved his hand to summon a skeleton soldier.

The skeleton soldier who received Bai Zeyu's order stepped apart and began to run wildly towards the front, and in the blink of an eye, nearly ten feet away.

"Certainly!"

With Bai Zeyu's low shout, the space around the skeleton soldiers suddenly stacked layer by layer and completely solidified, as if they were physical, fixing the skeleton soldiers in place, as if they had become insects falling into amber, and even the soul fire in their heads stopped jumping. Even if they were already struggling with all their strength under Bai Zeyu's command, they could not shake the space around them at all.

This is the second space spell that Bai Zeyu realized - the immobilization technique.

If an ordinary foundation-building monk is imprisoned by space, he will be like the skeleton soldiers in front of him, and he will not be able to escape from it at all. Even the Jindan monk is enough to imprison three or five breaths, and it is enough to become Bai Zeyu's trump card to turn the world in the battle.

As for the last item, it is a sinister spell.

As Bai Zeyu's five fingertips flashed at the same time, he pressed and stroked hard in front of him as if light and solid, and then quickly retreated.

A thin white line that was only a little thicker than the hair was hanging silently in the air. If Bai Zeyu switched the perspective of the skeleton soldier, he would find that place was empty, shadowless, and could not detect any abnormalities in it.

The skeleton soldier who returned to Bai Zeyu raised the long sword in his hand and slashed hard towards the front.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the long sword in the skeleton soldier's hand suddenly split into two pieces and was directly broken into two pieces. The cut was extremely smooth, and a small piece was missing out of thin air, as if it was about to collapse in a battle with the peerless divine weapon.

"If someone's body hits it directly..."

A sinister smile appeared on the corner of Bai Zeyu's mouth.

Almost in the second thought, Bai Zeyu had already conceived seven or eight plans in his mind, how to use this space crack to integrate into the battle. But if it is used well, even a Nascent Soul monk may be hit.

Unfortunately, this temporarily opened space crack is not only unable to move, but will continue to be repaired and healed over time. In less than half a cup of tea, the space crack has completely disappeared. It is obviously not possible for today's cultivation to open up a permanent space crack.
Chapter completed!