Nine Infants actually attacked the earth's crust, and the magma surged up in an instant. The ancient poisonous flames and various evil spirits surged up, and the surroundings suddenly became a sea of ​​fire. The heavy and turbid air rolled in it. If you accidentally inhale a trace, even if you are still a void monk, you will pollute the soul. Not only will you not be able to make progress in your life, but you will gradually decrease over time, which is extremely beneficial. You can also get gravel poisonous flames to merge the spiritual energy and the turbid air into one, and tiny spiritual explosions occur continuously, and a rumbling sound will be made. In the meantime, the spiritual energy cannot be absorbed. In one sentence, the blessing land is completely destroyed.

After Jiuying started, regardless of the life or death of other monsters, he took advantage of the chaos to slip away. After escaping for dozens of miles, he turned into a Taoist. Looking back, he looked at the poisonous fire and black smoke rising into the sky, and his face showed a gloomy look of pride. His body gradually disappeared into the sea water, and there was only a place he played on the other side, which proved that the method of using the power of sentient beings to achieve the golden body was feasible. Then change another place and he went south directly, and he went down countless thousands of miles.

Mo Xian was in crisis for a moment. He did not dare to absorb the spiritual energy around him. The magical scenery of the instrument was very grand, but don’t forget that this was not entirely his own contribution, but was made by extracting the spiritual power of the outside world. In it, he only issued a little introduction, and responded to the spiritual power of the outside world, and had a corresponding spiritual power from outside the sky. Therefore, the power was small and effective. Under normal circumstances, it was spread thousands of miles to form a sequence. But at this moment, the spiritual energy was polluted. If you use the magical scenery, it would inevitably be polluted.

Therefore, together with the heavy and turbid air, Zhao Jing immediately contracted, and Mo Xian took the initiative to shrink Zhao Jing. If Mo Xian was a cultivator of the soul, there might be no way to do this, so he had to rely on the treasure or his body-protecting divine light to harden it. But Mo Xian was a cultivator of Xiaoyao. Xiaoyao was close to the Tao. Although he dared not absorb the polluted spiritual energy, it already contained both ends of life and death. However, Mo Xian had his own way. The elephant's vacuum sea was extracting a large amount of vital energy from the space around him, and the number was extremely large.

Even though Mo Xian's efficiency was not high, the pure vital energy extracted instantly formed a light ball, and a light ball expanded rapidly in it, and the explosion sounded like a piece. The spiritual energy and turbid air gradually had a chaotic image, and there were no creatures here. Within a radius of dozens of miles, there were a lot of mists. The monks of Taoyuan Sect stopped dozens of miles away. Their escape light could not catch up with Mo Xian, so they escaped.

One by one, he looked at the scattered ball in front of him. Wen Yijian flashed with a sword light and entered it. As soon as he touched it, countless catastrophes exploded, forming a spectacular scene, rolling and crawling. He withdrew in a panic. Although he was not injured, he was gray-headed and yelled fiercely.

Yan Xiaohan's heart sank. Mo Xian was in it, and Wen Yijian was so powerful that even though Mo Xian's skills were above Wen Yijian, he might not be able to bear it.

In an anxious state, a ball of light suddenly burst out from it. Mo Xian came from it and came out from it. Within a radiant radiance, a white light shone in a steady state, just like a day.

As soon as the catastrophe fire broke out, Mo Xian breathed a sigh of relief, the sun around him suddenly faded, and the sight appeared again, one yin and one yang spiraled in spirals, countless lives were born. This time, no strange beasts were displayed, but the scene was extremely spectacular, like a miracle, plants and animals appeared, drooping down, and the light reached more than a hundred miles, suppressing from the sky, as soon as the outer edge of the light entered the mud, a strange scene immediately appeared, like turbid mud, beginning to precipitate, and the yin and yang energy were like

In the same way, a turbid scene began to separate, the clear air rose and the turbid air fell. As the double spiral light penetrated into each particle of dust, the catastrophe fire retreated, and an island of dozens of miles was formed on the sea surface. The central volcano gradually stopped erupting, and a piece of land began to form, but Mo Xian's Zhaojing was consumed and integrated into the island. He did not take back the Zhaojing as usual, but directly gave up, but it was in line with the word "stolen", which was also the essence of Buddhist alms.

Everyone stared at the scene in front of them. This was the real great power. Pingkong created a continent on the sea. In front of everyone, they didn't know that Mo Xian was really thrilling and urgent in doing this. Because the heavy and turbid air polluted the spiritual energy, Mo Xian had to consume his own omen scene. He was almost polluted by the heavy and turbid air that went upstream several times. Fortunately, he was not only the free and easy way of practicing the instrument, but also the real person was still a vain. At a critical moment, combined with the Yin and Yang Dao to transform into the omen scene, Yin and Yang gave birth to all things, and replayed the way to open the sky, so that the crisis could be overcome. However, part of his omen scene fell into this island. It would be difficult to restore the grandeur of tens of millions of miles without more than ten years of hard work.

However, it was not without it. He found that he had contact with this island. He realized in an instant that he did this to treat the ancient poisonous flames, heavy turbid air, as well as magma and other objects as the magic weapon he refined. For him, this island is equivalent to a super-large magic weapon he refined. Although the blessed land was destroyed, the gathering of dragon veins in all directions in the place would be caused by evil energy and spiritual veins. It was undoubtedly a treasure land, but it was mixed together.

But if it is formed naturally, it is not easy to deal with, but now it is like a large magic weapon. For Mo Xian, it is much more convenient to deal with it and is a good place. Mo Xian has determined that this place belongs to the Yuxian Sect.

Wen Yijian and many other monks fell on the island. Wen Yijian sighed: "What a pity, a good place, spiritual energy and turbid air are mixed together. It would be great if it could be separated!"

He shook his head and sighed, Mo Xian smiled: "It's good that this is the place for all kinds of creatures. I happened to have no place to land in the South China Sea, so I just occupied this island and be a neighbor with you, but the island is deserted and needs to be reopened."

"It's great that fellow Taoists can come here, but fellow Taoists can occupy a better island." Wen Yijian said.

"There are volcanoes on this island. After opening up, you can get earth fire, heavy and turbid air and light and aura. It is a good place to refine magic weapons." Mo Xian said.

"So that's the case. If this is the case, this place is a good choice. The island appears, please give him a name." Wen Yijian said with a smile.

"The light and turbid air are mixed together, and they become one, so just call this island a humiliating island." Mo Xian thought for a while and said.

"Hunyi Island, this name is good and has a Taoist style." Wen Yijian laughed. Everyone congratulated Mo Yi Island for being idle. They didn't think much about it. Moreover, there are many sirens in the South China Sea, and they are happy to see them.
Chapter completed!