Chapter 6771

The three strong men who were fighting naturally stopped fighting because of the sudden change.

While everyone hurried to suppress their blood boiling, they looked aside at Jiang Yun's Guardian Avenue.

At first glance, the face of the shadow changed greatly.

Because the karma, which he claimed to have no way to extinguish, has been extinguished.

At this moment, the body guarding the avenue is just like the hot noon sun, emitting dazzling light.

But the light was not gold, but blood.

Through the light, you can also see that the surface of the body guarding the avenue is densely covered with Taoist patterns.

The light comes from these Tao patterns.

Dark shadow and green heart Taoist recognized at a glance that those Tao patterns were the Tao patterns of blood.

The green heart Taoist's face also changed and said in his heart, "isn't Jiang Yun's Avenue the way to protect?"

"But now, this is clearly a sign that the road of blood is going to break through the realm!"

"It's impossible!"

"Although the fragments of the avenue are wonderful, it has never been heard that someone can change his way of practice just by absorbing a fragment of the avenue."

"If this is true, Jiang Yun's original Taoist heart is too fragile!"

There are countless Tao circles, and the Tao contained in the fragments of the avenue is naturally different.

As Guiyi told Jiang Yun before, the road repair must have its own road and absorb the corresponding road fragments in order to have the best effect.

If the absorbed road fragments are inconsistent with their own roads, the strength of promotion is limited.

It is impossible to be replaced by the Tao contained in the fragments of the avenue.

Therefore, Taoist Qingxin really can't understand what is happening to Jiang Yun at the moment.

So is the shadow.

He and Taoist Qingxin are a group of people who stand at the peak of Taoist cultivation. Their ideas and cognition are the same, so he can't understand Jiang Yun's situation.

As for soul separation, it is even more confused.

Although he is the soul of Jiang Yun, he has some memories of Jiang Yun. In a sense, he can also be regarded as a Taoist priest.

However, Jiang Yun's real achievements on the road of Taoist cultivation are after the soul is separated from the body.

On the cultivation of Tao and the understanding of the avenue, soul separation has long been left behind by Jiang Yun.

However, he doesn't care what happened to Jiang Yun. What he thinks now is how to swallow and integrate Jiang Yun!

At other times, he might not be in such a hurry, but the words of Taoist Qingxin just stimulated him deeply.

Although he is now powerful and has the power to fight against strong people like Taoist Qingxin and dark shadow, in fact, Taoist Qingxin is right.

His strength is not from his own practice, but from his master.

This has become his biggest taboo and helplessness!

Although he was disconnected from Jiang Yun, his character was still influenced by Jiang Yun, with an almost stubborn persistence and a strong self-esteem far beyond Jiang Yun.

He doesn't want to use the power of others forever.

However, as an incomplete soul separation, his real life form is only a wisp of remnant soul. It is impossible to achieve too high a level of strength through cultivation.

Only by swallowing and merging Jiang Yun and making him complete can he continue to practice and have his own strong strength.

Jiang Yun's performance now is different, which makes him incomparably envious and jealous.

Therefore, after looking at the green heart Taoist who was staring at the road, the soul closed his eyes, and there were ripples on his body.

However, just then, the world, even the whole immortal world, suddenly gave out a violent shiver.

In this trembling, whether it is the green heart Taoist in this world or a large number of monks in the gap.

Everyone could clearly see that the road emitted by Jiang Yun's guarding the Avenue had already rushed out of the mortal world and fell beside the dazzling blood light in the boundary crack, and a cyclone suddenly appeared.

The cyclone is slowly rotating. When it first appeared, it was only about ten feet in size.

But when it finished one revolution, it was like an explosion, and its volume soared, directly reaching the size of one million feet.

When this volume is reached, the cyclone stabilizes.

In addition to continuing to rotate slowly, it did not release any pressure or breath fluctuation.

Although the cyclone with the size of one million feet is indeed very huge, it can only be regarded as a drop in the ocean compared with the whole immortal world.

Strangely enough, when the cyclone expands to this volume, all monks in the immortal world, no matter where they are, can clearly see the cyclone.

It seems that this cyclone does not just appear outside the world where Jiang Yun is located, but exists in the eyes of every monk!

All people, regardless of their accomplishments, were not only attracted by the cyclone immediately after seeing the cyclone, but also had an inexplicable sense of awe and longing in their hearts.

It seems that the cyclone, for each of them, is their dream place, a place they desire but can't reach.

So that they stared at the cyclone and couldn't bear to look away.

Even Jiang Yun's soul separation temporarily stopped his action and looked up at the cyclone like others.

The cyclone is not a completely solid state. Through its slow rotation, people can see through the cyclone that there are shadows of different sizes and even different colors in it.

Naturally, none of them have seen this cyclone, and they don't know what kind of place it is in the cyclone.

Whether it is another world or another vast world.

All they can do is try their best to widen their eyes and try to see what the colorful shadows of different sizes are.

Somewhere in the world, the sleeping old man lying on the recliner had already stood up directly, and his face no longer had the previous lazy color, but widened his eyes, and his eyes twinkled and stared at the cyclone.

In another pavilion that I don't know where it is located, the middle-aged man who still twists a chess piece in his hand is also watching the cyclone, unaware that the chess piece in his hand has been crushed by the powder he pinched.

The man's face showed a touch of excitement and said to himself, "those shadows, those shadows, like doors!"

Just like to verify the words of the middle-aged man, after his voice fell, the cyclone's original steady rotation speed suddenly slowed down.

The consequence of slowing down is that its volume begins to shrink, and its whole shape begins to become illusory, as if it is about to disappear.

However, it is precisely because of its shrinkage and illusion that people can finally see clearly that the shadows in it are indeed doors!

Each door has different sizes and colors. I don't know what material it is made of!

Some doors are indomitable, golden and eye-catching.

Some doors are only feet high, dark and insignificant.

Countless doors, so quietly suspended in the cyclone, seem to be waiting for someone to appear, open them and see where they lead!

The crowd stared at the doors and imagined what would happen behind the doors.

At this time, in the guardian avenue that had been ignored by everyone, suddenly there was a figure rising into the sky and directly rushed to the cyclone!

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