Chapter 6771: in the cyclone

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The three powerhouses who were fighting naturally stopped their shots because of this sudden change.

While everyone hurriedly suppressed the boiling of their own blood, they looked at Jiang Yun's guardian avenue.

At a glance, the complexion of the shadow was the first to change greatly.

Because, the karmic fire that he claimed to have no way to extinguish, has been extinguished.

At this moment, the body guarding the avenue is like a scorching sun at noon, emitting a dazzling light.

However, that light is not golden, but blood.

Through the light, it can also be seen that the surface of the body guarding the avenue is densely covered with lines.

The light comes from these lines.

Hei Ying and Daoist Qingxin recognized them at a glance. Those Dao lines were blood Dao lines.

Taoist Qingxin's expression also changed, and he secretly said in his heart, "Isn't Jiang Yun's avenue the way of protection?"

"But now, this is obviously a sign that the avenue of blood is about to break through the realm!"

"It's impossible!"

"The Great Dao Fragment is amazing, but I have never heard of someone who can change their way of cultivation just by absorbing a Great Dao Fragment."

"If that's the case, then Jiang Yun's original Dao Heart is too fragile!"

There are countless Dao worlds, and the Dao contained in the fragments of the Dao is naturally different.

And Dao Xiu absorbs Dao fragments, as Gui Yi told Jiang Yun before, he must have the corresponding Dao and absorb the corresponding Dao fragments in order to have the best effect.

If the absorbed Dao fragments do not match their own Dao, the strength of improvement is limited.

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

Therefore, Daoist Qingxin really couldn't understand what happened to Jiang Yun at the moment.

So is the shadow.

He and Qingxin Daoist were both at the peak of Taoist cultivation, and their thoughts and cognition were the same, so he also couldn't understand what happened to Jiang Yun.

As for the soul clone, it is even more confusing.

Although he is Jiang Yun's soul clone and has some memories of Jiang Yun, in a sense, he can also be regarded as a Taoist cultivator.

But Jiang Yun's real achievement on the road of Taoism was after the soul avatar was separated from the body.

In terms of Dao cultivation attainments and comprehension of the Dao alone, the soul avatar has long been left behind by Jiang Yun.

However, he doesn't care what happened to Jiang Yun, what he is thinking about now is how to devour and fuse Jiang Yun!

If it were another time, he might not be so anxious, but the words of Taoist Qingxin just now deeply stimulated him.

Regardless of how powerful he is now, he has the power to fight against such a powerful person as Daoist Qingxin and Hei Ying, but in fact, Daoist Qingxin is right.

His strength was not obtained from his own cultivation at all, but was given to him by his master.

This has become his biggest taboo and helplessness!

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

He didn't want to be able to use the power of others forever.

But as a soul clone that is not complete at all, his real life form is just a wisp of a remnant soul, and it is impossible to make his own strength reach a high level through cultivation.

Only by devouring and merging Jiang Yun to make him complete can he continue to practice and thus be able to have a powerful strength that truly belongs to him.

And Jiang Yun's current performance made him extremely envious and jealous.

Therefore, after taking a look at Taoist Qingxin who was staring at the guarding avenue, the soul avatar closed his eyes, and ripples quietly permeated his body.

However, at this moment, this world, and even the entire immortal world, suddenly shuddered violently.

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

Everyone can clearly see that the avenue emanating from Jiang Yun's guarding avenue has already rushed out of the mortal world and landed next to the dazzling blood light in the boundary, and a cyclone suddenly appeared.

The cyclone was slowly rotating, and when it first appeared, it was only about a zhang in size.

But when it completed one rotation, it was like an explosion, and its volume suddenly skyrocketed, directly reaching the size of a million zhang.

After reaching this volume, the cyclone stabilized.

Apart from continuing to rotate slowly, it did not release any coercion or breath fluctuations.

A cyclone with a size of one million meters, although it is indeed very huge, but compared to the entire immortal world, it can only be regarded as a drop in the ocean.

The weird thing is that when the cyclone expands to this volume, 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 the world where Jiang Yun is, but exists within the eyes of every monk!

Everyone, regardless of the level of cultivation, was not only attracted by the cyclone immediately after seeing this cyclone, but also inexplicably raised a sense of awe and yearning in their hearts.

It seems that the cyclone, for each of them, is the place of their dreams, the 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 a completely solid state. Through its slow rotation, everyone can see through the cyclone, and within it, there are shadows of different sizes and even different colors, randomly arranged.

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

Is it another world, or another vast world.

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

Somewhere in the world, the old man who was sleeping on the reclining chair had already stood up long ago, his face no longer had the lazy look before, but his eyes were widened, and his eyes were even more flickering. Jingmang, staring at the cyclone.

In another pavilion that I don't know where it is located, the middle-aged man who still has 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 squeezed.

There was a touch of 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 smooth rotation speed suddenly slowed down.

The consequence of slowing down is that its volume 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 in it are indeed doors!

The doors are different in size and color, and I don't know what material they are made of!

Some doors stand in the sky, and the whole body is golden and eye-catching.

Some doors are only a few feet tall, so dark and unremarkable.

Countless doors are quietly suspended in the cyclone, as if waiting for someone to appear, to open them and see where they lead!

Everyone stared straight at these doors, imagining in their minds what the situation would be like behind the doors.

And at this moment, in the guardian avenue that had been ignored by everyone, a figure suddenly rose up into the sky and charged directly towards the cyclone!