Chapter 355 Blood Mist Rebirth

In the sword formation domain, a strong soul fluctuation suddenly came.

This soul power is condensed and sacred, as if there is a trace of awe, reaching the pinnacle, extraordinary and otherworldly.

The moment Tang Zhi felt this soul power, his face became solemn.

The most difficult level in condensing a domain is the soul.

The soul of ordinary cultivators is fragile and difficult to become the cornerstone of the domain.

Only the celestial beings, although they cannot ascend, have a body close to that of immortals, and their souls will become stronger when they break through the celestial catastrophe.

But even so, not every celestial being has the ability to condense their own domain.

It was only after Tang Zhi broke through the celestial realm for more than a hundred years that he began to try to condense a domain after constantly refining the three souls and seven spirits and making his soul grow to a certain extent. Even so, the process was a life-and-death struggle, and he almost fell in the middle of condensing the domain.

He deeply understood how difficult it was to condense a domain in a small cultivation world like the Xianwu Continent.

In fact, things like domains should not appear in small cultivation worlds.

If it weren't for the blockade of the Guidao barrier, they, the Tianren realm, would have ascended to the Great Thousand World when they broke through the Nine Nine Thunder Tribulations, and it would be impossible for them to continue to stay in the Xianwu Continent and continue to practice and improve on this land.

This was something Tang Zhi once believed in.

But the scene in front of him made it difficult for Tang Zhi to accept it for a while.

Zhao Mu was only at the Fusion Realm.

He was only in his twenties, and his soul shouldn't be as fragile as a blank sheet of paper.

Even if he had practiced the art of soul refining, how could he strengthen his soul to such a level at his age.

What a powerful soul power.

He practiced for ten thousand years, and after entering the Tianren realm, he devoted himself to soul refining for more than a hundred years, and only then did he meet the requirements of the condensed domain.

But Zhao Mu's soul was far superior to his own.

Even the ancestor of the Tang family might not have reached such a powerful realm.

Who exactly is Zhao Mu?

Before he could think about it, a faint domain aura began to emerge in the sword formation domain.

Tang Zhi felt uneasy.

With such a strong soul, it is only a matter of time for Zhao Mu to condense his domain.

When his domain is condensed and formed, it will be easy to break his sword formation.

If Zhao Mu is to be eliminated, then there is not much time left for him.

"Although I really want to witness the birth of a top genius with my own eyes, it is a pity that people with different beliefs cannot work together. This cruel method of strangling genius in the cradle, I have to perform it myself today."

Tang Zhi looked a little lonely and sighed.

The next moment, the sword formation domain erupted.

Ten thousand sword intents flowed, turning into a thunderstorm that collapsed the sky and the earth, and all fell on Zhao Mu.

For a while, the Demon Sect was shaken.

Countless people saw this scene happen with their own eyes.

Tang Qing, Bai Muxue, Ji Meng, Tao Yaoyao, all rushed forward at the first time.

Although the person opposite was a genuine heavenly supreme, they could not think too much at this moment.

Zhao Xue also clenched her fists at the first time.

But the next moment, she suddenly showed a faint smile.

"Father, you are worthy of this. You can actually think of such a way to save your life. It's amazing!"

Rumble.

The domain dispersed.

The sword power dissipated.

In the sky, the blazing sun was no longer there, only a crimson blood mist remained.

"How could this be!"

The women were shocked and their faces turned pale.

In their opinion, Zhao Mu had been pierced by thousands of swords and strangled into a blood mist.

Anyone else would have died.

Even Tang Zhi thought so.

He shook his head and sighed: "It's a pity for a good seedling. If it was a child of my Tang family, it would be great..."

He used the sword to transmit his voice and shouted to the entire Shengyuan Demon Sect: "Zhao Mu is dead. From today on, Shengyuan Demon Sect surrenders to the Tang family and becomes a vassal of the Tang family. Those who do not obey will be killed."

"The Demon Sect surrenders? Who promised you!"

Suddenly, Zhao Mu's voice burst out from the blood mist.

Tang Zhi frowned and looked at it in disbelief.

Tang Qing and the others were also surprised and looked for the sound.

But there was no sign of Zhao Mu in the blood mist.

No...

This blood mist is Zhao Mu's real body!

The blood mist is made up of countless tiny flesh and blood particles.

But they are not independent individuals.

Each blood mist is attached to a huge net.

That net... was condensed by Zhao Mu's soul and divine patterns.

"So that's it!"

Bai Muxue was extremely intelligent and immediately saw through Zhao Mu's tricks.

"The sect master is indeed not an ordinary person. He actually decomposed his body before the arrival of the Ten Thousand Swords, so that the Ten Thousand Swords lost their target and reduced the damage to a minimum."

"Is this... really possible?" Tao Yaoyao's voice began to tremble with shock.

Bai Muxue smiled and said, "Didn't you see it just now? The sect master's soul is very powerful. Such a powerful soul has surpassed the limit of the physical body, so the sect master can use the powerful restraint of the soul to prevent the physical body from completely collapsing even if it turns into blood mist."

"And the sect master has broken through the realm of the great master of the formation, and has reached the pinnacle of controlling the divine pattern. It is no problem to use the divine pattern to connect countless blood mist particles."

"The current sect master looks like a ball of blood mist, but in fact it is still a whole. He only needs to retract the divine pattern, and his physical body can be completely restored to normal."

"But such a bold method is definitely not something that ordinary people can do. It's even unimaginable that there is such a way to avoid a fatal situation. We can only say that our sect master is really skilled and courageous!"

Bai Muxue's words spread, shocking the disciples of the Demon Sect.

Although they didn't understand, they understood one thing anyway, that is, the sect master was not dead, and the sect master survived the fatal blow of the heavenly strongman.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, who would dare to believe it.

"Sister Bai has good eyesight."

Zhao Mu's voice came again.

The next moment, the blood mist began to shrink violently.

In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a human form.

Then, even the skin and hair began to recover in an orderly manner.

It only took a few breaths for Zhao Mu to appear in front of everyone intact, without a single scar on his body.

In fact, using this trick to avoid Tang Zhi's killing move was also Zhao Mu's sudden whim.

His Haoran soul was very powerful. In fact, even if he was not prepared and took Tang Zhi's attack head-on, his body would be completely destroyed, but it would not be fatal to Zhao Mu.

Now, even if he only relied on his soul, he could survive in the world.

Moreover, without the constraints of his body, his Haoran soul could be further cultivated. Cultivating in the form of a soul body might be more efficient.

However, Zhao Mu was reluctant to give up his perfect body, so he came up with a method of decomposing flesh and blood to avoid attacks, and then reuniting flesh and blood.

Of course, this method can only be done by someone like him who has a strong soul and is also a great master of formations.

If it were someone else, his body would turn into blood mist, and it would be impossible to reunite and recover.

Tang Zhi was silent for a moment, and for the first time, a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"If this boy doesn't die, the Tang family will have endless troubles, and he must be killed!"

He decisively took a pill, and the spiritual power in his body surged to the peak again, and he condensed the sword formation again.

"If I can kill you once, I can kill you a second time, a third time, and an infinite number of times!"

"Little ant, who will allow you to escape from my palm!"

"Even if the gods and Buddhas come today, they can't save you, I say!"