Naturally, the three strong men who were fighting all stopped because of this sudden change.
While everyone hurriedly suppressed their blood boiling, they looked at Jiang Yun's guardian avenue.
At first glance, the black shadow's complexion changed drastically.
Because, the fire of karma that he claimed to be unquenchable has suddenly been extinguished.
At this moment, the body guarding the avenue was simply like the scorching sun at noon, emitting a dazzling light.
However, the light was not golden, but blood-colored.
Through the light, one can also see that the surface of the body guarding the avenue is densely covered with flowing patterns.
The light comes from these Dao patterns.
Heiying and Taoist Qingxin recognized them at a glance. Those Dao patterns were the Dao patterns of blood.
Taoist Qingxin's expression also changed, and he thought to himself: "Isn't Jiang Yun's great way the way of protection?"
"But now, this is obviously a sign that the avenue of blood is about to break through the realm!"
"This is impossible!"
"Although the fragments of the avenue are extremely miraculous, I have never heard of anyone being able to change their way of practice simply by absorbing a fragment of the avenue."
"If this is really the case, then Jiang Yun's original Taoist heart is too fragile!"
There are countless realms of Tao, and the Tao contained in the fragments of the Tao is naturally different.
As for Dao cultivators absorbing the fragments of the Dao, just as Gui Yi told Jiang Yun before, they must have the corresponding Dao themselves and absorb the corresponding fragments of the Dao in order to have the best effect.
If the absorbed Dao fragments do not match your own Dao, your enhanced strength will be limited.
It is even more impossible for the Tao contained in the fragments of the avenue to replace its own Tao.
Therefore, Taoist Qingxin really couldn't understand what was happening to Jiang Yun at this moment.
So is the shadow.
He and Taoist Qingxin were both at the pinnacle of Taoism, and they had the same ideas and cognitions, so he couldn't understand Jiang Yun's situation either.
As for the soul clone, I am even more confused.
Although he is Jiang Yun's soul clone and has some of Jiang Yun's memories, in a sense, he can also be regarded as a Taoist cultivator.
But Jiang Yun's real achievement on the path of Taoism was after his soul clone separated from his body.
Just talking about Tao cultivation attainments and understanding of the Great Dao, the soul clone has long been left far behind by Jiang Yun.
However, he didn't care what happened to Jiang Yun. What he was thinking about now was how to devour and fuse Jiang Yun! If it were any other time, he might not be so anxious, but what Taoist Qingxin said just now
, but it deeply stimulated him.
Although he is very powerful now and has the ability to fight against strong men like Taoist Qingxin and Heiying, in fact, what Taoist Qingxin said is so right.
His strength was not obtained by his own practice at all, but was given to him by his master.
This has become his biggest taboo and helplessness! Although he has broken off contact with Jiang Yun, his character is still affected by Jiang Yun, with an almost stubborn persistence, and a strong intensity that far exceeds Jiang Yun's.
of self-esteem.
He doesn't want to have to use other people's power forever.
However, as a soul clone that is not complete at all, his true life form is just a ray of residual soul, and it is impossible to reach a very high level of strength through practice.
Only by devouring and merging Jiang Yun to make him complete can he continue to practice and gain true strength of his own.
And the strange behavior Jiang Yun was showing now made him extremely envious and jealous.
Therefore, after taking a look at Taoist Qingxin who was staring at the avenue, the soul clone closed its eyes, and ripples quietly spread out from the body.
However, at this moment, this world, and even the entire Immortal World, suddenly trembled violently.
In this trembling, no matter it is Taoist Qingxin in this world or a large number of monks in the gap between the worlds.
Everyone could clearly see that the light emitted by Jiang Yun's Guardian Avenue had already rushed out of the mortal world and landed next to the dazzling bloody light in the gap between the boundaries. A cyclone suddenly appeared.
The cyclone was rotating slowly. When it first appeared, it was only about ten feet in size.
But after it completed one rotation, it was like an explosion, and its size suddenly exploded, reaching a size of one million feet.
After reaching this volume, the cyclone stabilizes.
Apart from continuing to rotate slowly, it did not release any pressure or breath fluctuations.
Although a million-foot-sized cyclone is indeed very huge, compared to the entire Immortal World, it can only be regarded as a drop in the ocean.
But the strange thing is that when the cyclone expands to this size, all the monks in the immortal world can clearly see the cyclone no matter where they are.
It seems that this cyclone does not just appear outside Jiang Yun's world, but exists in the eyes of every monk! Everyone, regardless of their level of cultivation, is not only immediately attracted by the cyclone after seeing this cyclone.
Attracted, and an inexplicable sense of awe and yearning arose in my heart.
It seems that for each of them, the cyclone is their dream place, a place they long for but cannot reach.
So much so that they stared at the cyclone and were reluctant to look away.
Even Jiang Yun's soul clone temporarily stopped his movements and looked up at the cyclone like everyone else.
The cyclone is not completely solid. Through its slow rotation, everyone can faintly see through the cyclone. Inside, there are shadows of different sizes and even different colors, arranged randomly.
Naturally, none of them had ever seen this cyclone, and they didn't know what was inside the cyclone.
Is it another world, or another vast world?
All they could do was to open their eyes as hard as they could and try to see clearly what those colorful shadows of different sizes were.
In a certain world, the old man who was sleeping soundly on a recliner had already stood up. His face no longer had the lazy look before, but his eyes were widened, and his eyes were twinkling.
Jingmang stared at the cyclone.
In another pavilion located somewhere, the middle-aged man still holding a chess piece in his hand was staring at the cyclone, unaware that the chess piece in his hand had been crushed to pieces by himself.
There was even more excitement on the man's face, and he said to himself: "Those shadows, those shadows, seem to be doors!"
As if to verify the middle-aged man's words, after his voice fell, the cyclone's originally steady rotation speed suddenly slowed down.
The consequence of slowing down is that its size begins to shrink, and its entire shape begins to become illusory, as if it is about to disappear.
However, it is precisely because of its shrinkage and illusion that everyone can finally see clearly that the shadows inside it are indeed doors! Each door is different in size and color, and it is impossible to know what material it is made of.
Doors! Some doors stand tall on the sky and the ground, and are shining with golden light, which is eye-catching.
Some doors are only about a foot high, dark and unremarkable.
Countless doors were suspended quietly in the cyclone, as if waiting for someone to appear and open them to see where they lead! Everyone stared at these doors, their minds
I was imagining what would happen behind the door.
But at this moment, in the guardian avenue that had been ignored by everyone, there suddenly appeared a figure, rising into the sky and rushing directly towards the cyclone!