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Chapter 1813 Three flowers cultivate the soul, three corpses cultivate the god

 The power is forcibly compressed.

Xu Zimo felt as if the rules of time and space in his body were undergoing some kind of indescribable transformation.

He has always been curious about one thing.

That is what is the difference between a strong person with three flowers and an ordinary strong person with Tao fruit.

Because rules are already the pinnacle of this world.

Everything is centered around rules.

Just like when I was in the realm of the Great Emperor and the Great Sage, I practiced the secret transformation rules and the rules of transformation.

These are all qualitative transformations.

But what is the transformation of the three-flowered strong man?

Xu Zimo didn't know at first because he had only bloomed two flowers so far.

The ceiling, one of the three flowers, is still in bloom.

Now, with the transformation of the power of time and space, he felt like something had changed in his body.

He realized it carefully.

Finally I am sure of one thing, my soul is changing.

What Sanhua cultivates is the soul.

Those who are strong in Dao Fruit cultivate their bodies, those who are strong in Three Flowers cultivate their souls, and those who are strong in Three Corpses cultivate their souls.

In fact, after arriving at the Dao Fruit Realm, I have already understood the power of rules, the most terrifying power in the world.

Transformation is simply impossible.

And this power sharpens the body, eventually creating the most powerful body in the world.

This is the powerful Taoist.

Train your body according to the laws of the world.

As for the divine soul, during the time of the Great Emperor, Xu Zimo made many uses of the divine soul.

His soul is the imprinted blue planet China Continent.

When it comes to the vision of the soul, he is unrivaled in the world.

However, as he became stronger and stronger, his soul was rarely used.

The reason is that the progress of the soul is getting slower and slower, or even stagnant.

This type of attack method has become obsolete.

Xu Zimo is more accustomed to using powerful power, combined with the top ten magical techniques, and even creating his own moves.

Now that Sanhua is making steady progress, Xu Zimo realizes that the transformation of the soul may also be a means.

He silently absorbed all the power of time and space.

In fact, it is difficult to get this flat peach to bloom again.

But don't worry, maybe the real Pantao can help him at the Pantao Holy Association.

"Let's go," Xu Zimo opened his eyes, exhaled a long breath, and said with a smile.

Wang Ya and the two nodded.

But looking at Wang Ya's appearance, she hesitated to speak.

"What's the matter?" Xu Zimo asked.

"That Qin official..." Wang Ya said.

"What's wrong with Qin Guan?" Xu Zimo was surprised.

"How about we avoid it for now?" Wang Ya hesitated for a moment and finally said.

"how?

It’s a big deal,” Xu Zimo said with a smile.

"The Treasure Vein is the pinnacle of the eighteen meridians, ranking second only to the Queen Mother of the West's Immortal Vein."

Wang Ya nodded.

Said: "As the Holy Son of Baomai, Qin Guan, everyone knows what he thinks about Zhao Qiuyi.

And you have offended the Zhuhe lineage.

If you make too many enemies at once, even if you know the saint, you won't be able to be protected."

This is Wang Ya’s true thoughts.

As for Xu Zimo's own strength, she didn't care.

Maybe Xu Zimo has some strength, but this is Yaochi, and even Daoguo experts dare not act recklessly.

Not to mention someone of Xu Zimo's age.

"I don't want to rely on Ye Qingcheng," Xu Zimo shook his head.

He said: "I have no enmity with that Qin official. If he troubles me, it would be unjustifiable.

Furthermore, I caught the peach tree first, and Zhao Qiuyi only caught it later.

You Yaochi will never be so unreasonable."

Gu Zhong

Wang Ya wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Xu Zimo.

"Okay, I come here with sincerity.

If it is reasonable, we will be reasonable.

If you are unreasonable, I also have unreasonable methods."

"Then be careful," Wang Ya nodded and reminded.

"We are not afraid of being implicated by you, since the plant lineage is already like this.

Nothing matters anymore.”

………

Walking towards the deepest part of Pantaoyuan.

I met more and more disciples along the way, and there were also more and more strange-shaped peach trees.

There are even some flat peach trees that are in a state of madness and will kill anyone they see.

This type of peach tree is basically kept in solitary confinement.

Finally, we arrived at the deepest part of Pantaoyuan.

The scene here is very majestic.

Because there are no other peach trees in the deepest part, the ground is purple, as if thunder is everywhere.

There were lavender arcs exploding in the air.

There is also a part of the thunder that turns into flying snakes and dragons, constantly wandering in the void.

And looking up and looking forward, a big tree stands in the sky between the sky and the earth.

This peach tree is particularly huge.

The tree body is at least as thick as a hundred people hugging each other, and the flat peach tree has roots deep underground.

Every root of the flat peach tree is as majestic as a horned dragon. Thousands of roots are submerged in the precious soil. If it moves even slightly, the entire flat peach orchard will be destroyed.

Looking up, the peach branches are lush and leafy.

The whole body is deep purple, and every branch and leaf seems to have been transformed by thunder.

At the top of the tree, there are three flat peaches.

Every peach tree is transformed into a vision,

A flat peach is like a newborn baby, with white, pink and tender flesh, and seems to be crying loudly.

In a flat peach, mountains and seas are transformed into mirror flowers, the mountains are still and the water is still, and the sea is majestic and turbulent.

There is also a flat peach, in which the sun and moon are reflected, the stars are shining, and the boundless light illuminates the sky.

The three flat peaches produced have different artistic conceptions.

At this moment, a fragrant and sweet fruity aroma filled the air, and many people swallowed subconsciously.

"The peaches are ripe," someone murmured.

"I remember the last time the flat peaches were ripe, the one who picked the flat peaches must be Saint Ye." A disciple said respectfully.

"That's right, Saint Ye was chosen as the Saint of our Yaochi just because she picked this peach tree."

"This is not accurate. Ye Qingcheng's ability to become a saint has nothing to do with the peach tree.

And Ye Qingcheng only picked one flat peach at that time."

Everyone was talking about it, and there was constant debate.

When Xu Zimo arrived, he saw some familiar people.

For example, the Saint Qing from the Luan lineage.

Zhao Jinwu from the Huowu lineage.

Zhao Qiuyi of the Han Bing lineage.

As for people from the Zhuhe lineage, I have never seen them.

In addition, although this Yaochi is composed of eighteen meridians, it can be seen that the phenomenon of clustering between the eighteen meridians is serious.

Each lineage of people is unique in its own right.

In addition to the three small groups represented by the three people above, Xu Zimo also saw three other small groups.

They are people from other lineages respectively.

One of them was tall and tall, wearing a black vest, with bulging muscles all over his body.

He is at least about three meters tall.

After Wang Ya's introduction, Xu Zimo understood that this young man's name was Mota, and he was the Holy Son of the Jushan lineage.

There was also a woman wearing a purple leather coat, heavy makeup, and her lips were purple.

It has red phoenix eyes and a pair of purple wings behind it.

This is from the Witch Crow lineage.

As for the last person, he is no different from ordinary humans, except that there is another sun and moon between his eyebrows.


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