My transformed system is poisonous

In the void not far in front of Qinglan, stood a young man, dressed in white, tall and tall, with a delicate appearance, and a look of perseverance and righteousness between his brows.

The aura fluctuations in his cultivation level cannot be called powerful, as if he has only recently gathered his field, but at this age, he is already a rare talent.

A supreme being stands in the void, wearing a simple long robe, with a majestic aura lingering around him, like a rolling galaxy, boundless. This is a Confucian and Taoist sub-sage. He speaks the constitution of heaven, follows the law when he speaks, and possesses incredible divine power. .

"start."

The sub-sage in the sky slowly raised his hand and pulled up a light curtain around the floating island, blocking out all interference from the outside world.

The moment the fight started, Qing Lan was not in a hurry to take action, but stood quietly on the spot.

She did not hide her cultivation. The Qi fluctuations on the second level of the eighth level were much stronger than Qin Feng. Anyone with a discerning eye could see the gap between the two.

Now that she has not taken action, she is just giving Qin Feng a step down, so that he can gain dignity by waiting for him to admit defeat.

I don’t know what kind of backgrounds there are behind these geniuses. She doesn’t want to make enemies for no reason, and leaves no room for trouble.

"The girl's talent is amazing and beyond my reach."

Qin Feng spoke first, then changed the topic and said solemnly:

"Even if I am not my rival, I still want to fight to prove my own path. You don't have to hold back."

No need to hold back?

There was a strange flash in Qinglan's eyes. At this moment, she didn't know whether this Qin Feng didn't know the heights of the world, or if he just had some brain problems.

Not long after she had gathered her domain, this kind of cultivation was really no match for her. The gap between the two of them was already more than a thousand times. If it were a life-and-death fight, Qinglan could kill Qin with just a thought. The wind cuts under the sword.

Qing Lan didn't talk nonsense. Since she had no shame, she didn't bother to waste any more time. The mighty calamity energy surged around her body, and she let out a crisp sword roar.

Her body was bathed in the surging calamity aura, with a faint hint of fairy light emerging. Her muscles and bones, which had been baptized by the calamity aura, had already acquired immortality and were boundlessly powerful.

The sword energy soars into the sky, and a ray of spiritual light spits out from Qinglan's mouth, curling up auspicious colors, criss-crossing like a dragon at the fingertips, running through the void, making a roaring sound.

Before Qin Feng could react, the vision in front of him was filled with a white light, and the mighty sacred text flowed on the light curtain, isolating the entire battlefield and blocking the terrifying sword light.

The sub-sage above the sky intervened and stopped the fight.

Qin Feng's face turned pale, and the meaning of this was self-evident. In Yasheng's view, he could not block this sword. If he did not stop it, he would be a dead man at this moment.

It is impossible for a sub-sage to make mistakes in judgment, which undoubtedly caused some blow to him.

‘It is indeed a monster. Even if it is cultivated into a human body and has a stunning skin, it is still fierce and its true nature is hard to get rid of. ’

Yasheng in the air felt secretly in his heart, glanced at Qinglan, frowned slightly, and looked slightly unhappy.

In his opinion, with such a huge gap in cultivation, Qing Lan struck too hard and did not hold back at all with that sword strike just now. If not for his intervention, Qin Feng would have died even if he had ten lives.

In the competition, the geniuses should be treated equally, but Qinglan is a demon clan, so in his eyes, she is undoubtedly inferior.

"The winner, Silver Feather Dynasty, Qinglan."

Announcing the results of the competition in a moderate tone, the Yasheng turned his head and looked at Qin Feng, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and said comfortingly:

"Courage is commendable. Don't be discouraged. There is still another chance to challenge. With your talent, you will have a place in the exotic realm of Shenwu this time."

He was still not timid in the face of a powerful enemy, did not directly admit defeat, and still had the will to draw the sword, which is commendable.

Qinglan, who was not far away, turned around after Yasheng announced the result. Her mood did not fluctuate at all. As her cultivation level increased, her mood was no longer what it used to be. There was no wave in the ancient well. Apart from Shi Lan, there were few people there anymore. It's things that tug at her heartstrings.

Her body is Qinglian, and she practices the immortal way. Her lifespan is so long that it is almost immeasurable. No matter who she is, after tens of millions of years, she will be a withered skeleton, unable to splash a single wave in the long river of time and space. At least in the era she lives in now, few people can live longer than her and don't have to care about temporary honor and disgrace.

"Stay."

Before Qing Lan left the battlefield, a voice came from the battleship above the nine heavens, echoing in her ears.

A man in his thirties walked out of the giant ship. He was tall, wearing a bloody brocade suit, with long hair hanging loose. His appearance was rugged and majestic. He had an extremely obvious supreme power, but he seemed to have no roots. Duckweed, ethereal and ethereal.

He ignored the sub-sage in mid-air, stepped in front of Qing Lan, grinned slightly, and pulled out a slightly weird smile. It was obvious that he rarely made this expression.

"Enter my Blood Temple, and when you gather the Tao Fruit, the position of the next generation of Son of God will be yours."

His words were very direct and he made the conditions in public, causing an uproar.

The Blood Temple is one of the two temples. Qinglan has naturally heard that there is only one divine son in each generation. They will be cultivated by the entire Blood Temple. Their status is above the temple master and second only to the Supreme. The strongest.

The man in blood-clothed clothes didn't pay any attention to the uproar around him, he just stared at Qing Lan eagerly.

Divine warriors with unique human nature and geniuses from foreign races are too rare, and those as amazing and talented as Qinglan are even rarer to encounter in the ages.

The previous generation of divine sons of the Blood Temple was accidentally found outside the territory. They had already reached the supreme realm tens of thousands of years ago, and the next generation of divine sons has not yet been found.

"What about before I condense the Dao Fruit?"

Qinglan's first reaction was not to refuse, but to ask.

"I can make the decision and give you the same treatment as the Supreme Being in the Virtual Realm."

The Void Realm Supreme is also the absolute top combat power among the transcendent forces of all parties, and his treatment is extremely generous.

"I still have a dynasty in my hands..."

"I can give you a piece of territory belonging to a superior dynasty."

Before Qinglan could finish speaking, the man in blood-clothed clothes interrupted without caring much. The dynasty was nothing to a force with a supreme being at its command.

"I want a supreme weapon to protect myself."

Qinglan's eyes flashed slightly and added:

"I want it now."

Hearing this, the man in blood-clothed hands took out a long red sword and unlocked the seal on it.

Immediately, he slit Qinglan's wrist in the air, took a stream of blood essence, left a mark on her with the blood refining method, and then sent the sword to Qinglan.

"It's yours from now on."

His tolerance for Qing Lan seems to be extremely high, and he almost responds to her requests.

Such a cheerful attitude made everyone around him jealous, wishing they could replace him with their own bodies.

The whole body of the long sword is red, and a sky mark extends from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and penetrates three-thirds of the sword bone. It is extremely eye-catching. The true spirit in it is still sleeping, but Qinglan can feel an extremely clear connection.

Qing Lan did not hesitate, sheathed her long sword and bowed in salute:

"Thank you, senior, for the gift of the sword. When I return from the foreign land of Shenwu, I will come to thank you."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left the battlefield.

The man in blood-clothed clothes stood there for a moment and suddenly realized what he was doing, a little unsure.

Is this agreed or not?

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On the border of Shenwu Continent, there is an unremarkable mountain range.

On that day, Shi Lan was taken away from the great formation by the Buddhist Jiatian Venerable. The 300,000 Tianyan Sect disciples who stayed here did not know it. They only thought that Shi Lan was still in seclusion and had been developing steadily over the years. Increase your own cultivation.

Nowadays, this mountain range is crowded with living beings. The Tianyan Sect's sphere of influence has once again expanded, annexing millions of miles of land around it, and it has almost become a dynasty.

A huge mountain range is suspended in the sky, steaming with auspicious energy, and the thick spiritual energy condenses into mist, hanging down from the edge of the mountain range, like a waterfall pouring down, washing the world.

This time, Shi Lan not only moved out all the creatures in the Qiongluo Realm, but also moved the Tianyan Sect's residence. She also planted several ninth-level magic medicines in the center of the Tianyan Sect's residence. In the secret realm, this place has been transformed into a rare spiritual land in the world.

In addition to the body of the Qiongluo Realm, she only took away the Burial Realm and a few supreme artifacts, leaving almost all her belongings behind.

Except for Bai Yu, Shi Lan did not tell anyone that he was going to the Shenwu Foreign Land. The other three guards, including Tian Bai and Bentham, had no idea.

They only thought that Shi Lan was preparing to stay in the Shenwu World for a long time, so they extradited them from the Qiongluo Realm.

Shi Lan had no intention of letting them know about this matter. They had no influence on the outcome, so there was no need for them to worry.

In the center of Tianyan Sect's mountain gate, in front of the secret realm, Shi Lan summoned Bai Yu and handed him a green lamp. The flame inside was burning brightly and extremely powerfully.

"If my soul lamp goes out, you take them out of the great world of Shenwu. With these ninth-level magic medicines here, it is not difficult to find a place in the great world to condense the Dao Fruit."

Bai Yu took the soul lamp, his tiger face tensed, and nodded slowly.

"If there is a chance to return to Lingyang..."

Halfway through, Shi Lan swallowed the second half of her words. As a demon-suppressing general, if she died, the annals of human history would definitely notice it, and the news of her death could not be concealed.

Fortunately, with Qinghu's current talent, it will not be difficult to preserve the Shi family and send his parents to a happy death.

"That's all, go ahead." Shi Lan waved his hand and said no more.

"May your military fortune be prosperous if you take this trip."

Bai Yu lowered his head and kowtowed, then turned around and left slowly.

After following Shi Lan for so long, he already knew that Shi Lan was not an ordinary person. Soon after entering the eighth level, he had already started a game with the Supreme. In many fatal situations, he narrowly escaped death several times. A person with great luck.

The Shenwu Foreign Land is not a certain death situation, and for Shi Lan, there cannot be any danger.

Shi Lan opened a space passage and without disturbing anyone, he passed through the surrounding star formation and arrived outside the mountain gate of Tianyan Sect.

Taya was waiting here quietly. Shi Lan didn't say anything, but took out the Royal Sky Shuttle and rushed towards Lingwu Cave with Taya.

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After returning to Lingwu Cave, Shi Lan began to retreat again.

There are only more than two years left before the opening of the Shenwu Foreign Land. While advancing her cultivation, she will try to feed the batch of insects to see if it can have any effect.

These bugs are all sleeping, their spiritual thoughts imprisoned by the spirit, unable to move. After Shi Lan completely controls these bugs, the seal will be opened automatically.

Shi Lan selected one of them, squeezed out a ray of blood essence from his fingertips, and blended it into the body of the insect.

"Chirp——"

With Shi Lan's current level of cultivation, the energy contained in this ray of essence and blood was unimaginable. In a snap of his fingers, he woke up the insect and let out a roar.

Three hours later, this ray of blood was completely absorbed. The original palm-sized figure of the zerg expanded several times to nearly the size of a washbasin. There was also a faint feeling between Shi Lan and the zerg. Connect and be able to receive some of its emotional responses.

Shi Lan put away the insects and slowly expanded the domain. It took three days to compress the domain, and some impurities were exposed, which she squeezed into a corner.

Then she took out the previously established insect again and put it into the field.

As soon as the zerg entered the realm, Shi Lan suddenly felt a wave of fear in his heart. This fear originated from the zerg.

"Woo——"

The insect was rolling around in the field, struggling to escape. The thick tortoise shell on its body was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and most of its sharp mouthparts had disappeared.

In an instant, it was almost swallowed up by Shi Lan's Imperial Domain.

Seeing this, Shi Lan dispersed from the field, looked at the dying insect on the ground, handed out a ray of blood again, put it away, and frowned.

She has tried her best to suppress the devouring power of her domain, but the remaining power is just in case. If she cannot bear this level, it will be impossible to move freely in her domain, let alone swallow the impurities in her domain.

In order to swallow the impurities in her domain, it is possible to at least raise the strength of these insects to above the eighth level and the eighth level, or even to the eighth level.

But this is nothing more than a fantasy, and she simply doesn't have the energy to do it.

This kind of zerg does not grow by feeding on essence and blood. The main food is the power of the domain. Now these zerg are unable to devour her domain at all, and they are undoubtedly trapped in an endless cycle.

Apart from this method, there are only two other ways left in front of Shi Lan. One is to rely on oneself to penetrate the stone and polish the martial arts bit by bit. The other is to practice the "Candle Spirit Sutra" and ignite the fire of the soul.

After pondering for a long time, Shi Lan gradually made a plan in her mind. If she came out of the foreign land of Shenwu and failed to get the chance to kill the Tao, she would start preparing to practice the Zhuling Sutra.

Extracting the source power from the Dome Luo Realm to feed those worms may give birth to a batch of eighth-level extreme worms within hundreds of years, but the damage to the Dome Luo Realm will undoubtedly be huge. The transformation of power is irreversible. It is obviously not advisable to have so much source power and not know when it will be replenished.

And she couldn't afford to wait for hundreds of years.

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More than two years have passed by in a blink of an eye for Shi Lan today.

A message awakened her from self-isolation, a message from Lingyun.

As she had expected before retreating, her cultivation had entered the late stage of Luotian Realm without any hindrance. She was not far away from complete perfection, and the path to death was right in front of her eyes.

The Imperial Domain has once again experienced a surge and expanded a lot. Shi Lan no longer restrains it. Anyway, it is difficult to complete the purification in his lifetime by himself. It is better to let it grow and increase his combat power.

After gathering her thoughts, Shi Lan stood up and left the floating island. Taya followed closely beside her, never leaving.

After a cup of tea, she stepped into the central area of ​​Lingwu Cave.

Above the huge floating island, hovering is a huge dragon whale. It has a broad back and long limbs. There is a striking hole on its forehead. As it breathes, turbulent air currents surge and roll in the surrounding void. There were majestic winds and waves, roaring.

A large hall is located in the center of its back, with figures scattered around, all of them disciples of the Lingwu Hall.

This dragon whale carries the power of the Supreme. It has undoubtedly cultivated the Tao Fruit and uses the Supreme as its vehicle. Such a grand gesture can't help but shock people.

The Grand Competition of Ten Thousand Dynasties of Prodigies is a gathering of the transcendent forces in the world of Shenwu every three hundred years. The car is the facade, and as one of the two halls, even if not many people go, the pomp and ceremony is essential.

"Senior Sister Shi Lan."

"Senior sister, please be safe."

"Senior Sister Shi."

After seeing Shi Lan, all the disciples bowed and saluted one after another with extremely respectful expressions. After reaching the top of the crystal monument, this first-generation true senior sister who had just started her career had won the respect of all the disciples of Lingwu Hall, and even had a positive attitude. Power.

Shi Lan nodded in return and stepped straight into the hall.

There were more than twenty people standing in the hall. The main seat was empty, and Ling Yun was at the front. He was lying lazily on the ground, leaning against the jade steps in front of the main seat, as if he was sleeping with his eyes closed. Shi Lan did not even walk into the hall. Open your eyes.

Next to him, there was a middle-aged man standing, dressed in a military robe. He was not very tall, but he gave the impression that he was like an unscalable peak, getting taller as he looked up.

"Shi Lan."

The middle-aged man waved with a smile, motioning for Shi Lan to come to him, and then made a simple introduction:

"This must be the first time you and I have met. My surname is Li and my given name is Ning'an. I am currently the master of Lingwu Palace."

Li Ning'an's tone was very calm, not speaking like an elder, but more like a peer discussing friendship.

The status of a true successor is extremely special, almost on an equal footing with the deputy palace master. All of them are genuine immortal seedlings, and Shi Lan's existence is even more special.

"I've met the palace master." Shi Lan bowed in greeting.

"No need to be polite, let me introduce you to the junior brothers and sisters." Li Ning'an shook his head slightly and led Shi Lan towards the disciples on the side.

This time, there were twenty-seven people in the Lingwu Hall participating in the Wan Chao Prodigy Competition, including Shi Lan, and only two of them were true successors of the first generation.

Another person, slightly older than Shi Lan, but not over a hundred years old, has also reached the eighth level and has reached the eighth level and the first level.

"I've met senior sister."

The girl wearing the true martial robe of a generation seems a bit restrained. Although she is slightly older than Shi Lan and started her career earlier, but in the face of the absolute gap in cultivation, she can only be called senior sister.

He was not far behind her in age, but his cultivation level was hundreds of millions of times hers. Shi Lan's talent even made it impossible for her to compare.