Outside of Time

This night, for many people, was peaceful.

But for some people, there is wind this night, blowing into the soul and making waves.

Like the seventh prince who returned to his mansion, he seemed to be meditating, but his heart was churning violently, and the contents from the jade slip kept reappearing in his mind like a demon.

Another example is Li Daoze, the ancestor of Yisenliu. At this moment, with the cyan snowflakes floating out of his body, and with the integration of purple soul seeds, the soul threads have undergone tremendous changes.

With accumulation and accumulation, the number has skyrocketed.

His soul is richer than anyone else in the Yisen style, and has already reached an incredible level. This is why a mere piece of blue snowflake can make his soul thread reach 300,000 in an instant.

Now, with the integration of purple soul seeds, the number of soul threads has continued to increase, reaching 400,000, 500,000, and finally close to 600,000.

The fluctuation caused was covered by the formation formed by the leader of the Immortal Sect. Otherwise, it would definitely cause a huge sensation.

The reason why he covered it up was because of the sect leader's helplessness. After all... he was practicing too fast.

Properly fast can attract attention and make people yearn for it, but if it is unnaturally fast, it will cause panic.

However, his cover-up can make it difficult for outsiders to explore, but it does not affect Xu Qing's feelings at all.

That night, Xu Qing opened his eyes many times and looked in the direction of the Imperial Academy.

His expression also changed several times, and his heart was sometimes in turmoil.

"Li Daoze's soul has reached such an extent..."

Xu Qing took a deep breath. Through the soul seed, he could clearly feel the surge in the opponent's soul thread. The increase in his divine source brought by this level of improvement was also astonishing.

In one night, Xu Qing's divine source soul thread increased by tens of thousands.

Similarly, this night, the leader of the Yixian Sect was also in a state of turmoil.

He saw his ancestor's improvement with his own eyes, which gave him a deeper understanding of soul seeds, and at the same time, he also felt fear in his heart.

In fact, to the outside world, what he said seemed to make sense and he looked strong, but how could he not have any guesses about this soul seed in his heart.

However, in order to revive the Immortal Style, he must seize this opportunity. Even if it is poison, he must choose to swallow it.

Even this choice may not be very good for the future of Yisenliu. Everything is unknown, but instead of letting Yisenliu die quietly, he would rather fight vigorously.

But after all, such an explosion of soul seeds made his heart waver, and his fear became stronger.

But as Li Daoze's eyes slowly opened, this intention was suppressed.

"This is the source of God."

The voice of vicissitudes of life, with an inexplicable sense of time, echoed in the ears of the leader of the Yixian Sect.

"Greetings to the ancestor!" The leader of the Yixian sect knelt down and became excited.

"Someone...is walking in front of us. This also indirectly proves that my Yisen-ryu technique is theoretically feasible."

"We use soul threads to simulate the source of God, while the other side pushes in the opposite direction, using the results to determine the method, and uses my Yisen-ryu technique to bless it."

"Be it a god or an immortal, in just one thought, maybe... this is the real immortal."

Li Daoze's huge earthly body slowly blurred at this moment. Under the final roar, his body turned into countless soul threads, which continued to shrink until they completely disappeared, revealing his true body that had not been seen for two thousand years. .

His eyes were deeply sunken, and the corners of his eyes were covered with wrinkles, testifying to the years and hardships he had experienced.

He has long gray hair, a thin body, and a face full of wrinkles, but the burning light in his eyes hides an indescribable wisdom that seems to be able to burn all souls and see through the essence of human nature.

Extremely sharp.

While speaking hoarsely at this moment, he first felt his body, with emotion in his eyes. He really didn't expect that one day he would actually recover.

But originally, he was already prepared to die slowly like this.

But now, since he recovered, he also had a decision in his heart, so he walked to the leader of the Yixian Sect, raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

"No need to think too much, in your heart, recognize it as a strange fairy, and all these complicated things will become simple."

"The Immortal..." The leader of the Immortal Sect breathed slightly, nodded silently, gritted his teeth, and dissipated the last trace of fear and hesitation in his heart.

And as the obsession in his heart disappeared, the complete openness of his mind actually caused the purple snowflakes in his body to change and become more closely combined.

Following this, the soul threads climbed again, breaking through the original shackles and reaching one hundred thousand.

"It can't be increased anymore. This has exceeded the limit of your soul. Originally, your soul could not form a hundred thousand soul threads. This is the blessing brought by the blue snowflakes you separated."

Li Daoze stared at the leader of the Yixian sect, his gaze was profound, as if he could see through everything about the junior in front of him.

"If you want to break through, you can try to help the disciples who have merged with the cyan snowflakes, and see if their soul threads can... form the next level of Tao seed when they reach a certain amount!"

When the leader of the Yixian Sect heard this, his eyes flashed with strange light and he nodded.

In this way, time passed and seven days passed.

During these seven days, Xu Qing came to the Yisenryu White Pagoda every day as before, and experienced the details of the Yisenryu Kung Fu in the practice of many core disciples.

He had long discovered that as more and more people practiced the Immortal Style, the fluctuations that filled the White Tower were a good nourishment for him.

It will make him realize that the vortex in the sea rotates more and more smoothly.

So Xu Qing likes this environment very much.

At the same time, Xu Qing also noticed the behavior of the leader of the Yixian sect. He no longer practiced in the upper level all day long, but returned to the hall and instructed his disciples to practice many times, as if he was making a choice.

He also chose Xu Qing, but because Xu Qing's cultivation was a bit slow in the later stages, and because Xu Qing was not as good at pleasing people as some of the core players.

So, with the efforts of others, Xu Qing was compared here.

Not only Xu Qing is like this, but also the earliest cores, whether they are those who have integrated Tao seeds or those who have been hesitant, are gradually falling behind.

In fact, there are now hundreds of core disciples of the Yisen style, and there are many people with outstanding souls among them. It is inevitable to chase the old man.

And when there are more people, there are people with all kinds of personalities. In addition, no one knows their identities in the outside world, so some of their true natures that are not revealed outside will occasionally show up.

Such as contempt, such as provocation.

Xu Qing had experienced it several times, especially when the faction leader gave up on him. Every time the core member chosen by the faction leader looked at Xu Qing and his old disciples, he looked condescending.

Xu Qing didn't pay attention to this. He guessed what the faction leader was thinking, and he was also curious about whether the blue soul seed could separate the next level of soul seed again.

And this person does have his own merits. With the help of the leader, his soul continues to improve.

The number of soul threads in his body also continued to increase, until on this day, this disciple became the first person among the people to have 50,000 soul threads.

At that moment, a storm formed by the fluctuation of soul threads swirled in the White Tower. After attracting everyone's attention, the leader of the faction immediately brought this person to the upper level.

No one knew what they talked about. They only knew that an hour later, when the person came down, the leader of the faction announced him as the chief alien immortal.

As soon as these words came out, most of the Yisenliu disciples bowed their heads.

The chief is a very important person for any sect. His words and deeds reflect the face of the sect. Being the chief will naturally be respected by the disciples of the sect.

The same is true for Yisenliu.

The outside world is even more concerned.

Xu Qing was in the distance, his eyes swept away, and he carefully looked at the chief alien who looked proud, and finally he was thoughtful.

"Sure enough, it split, and a lower level of soul seed appeared."

In the body of the chief disciple of the strange immortal, in addition to the cyan soul seed, there is also a white snowflake, which is forming.

Xu Qing withdrew his gaze and left the White Tower as other disciples came forward to surround and congratulate the chief.

Also leaving together were some old disciples.

Their backs fell in the eyes of the chief and the disciples surrounding him. Some ignored them, while others showed disdain on purpose.

But no matter what, that night, the emergence of the leader of Yisenliu attracted the attention of many people and accelerated one person's determination.

This person is the seventh prince.

After learning that a disciple of the Yisen style had formed 50,000 soul threads in a short period of time, when he returned to the mansion, the leader of the Fusion God Sect's evaluation of the Yixian Taoism emerged in his mind.

"Evil..."

The seventh prince's eyelids drooped slightly, covering up the fleeting light in his eyes, and he made a decision in his heart.

That night, in the northwest of the imperial capital, in a house close to the eldest prince's residence, there were faint lights flickering. A figure wearing a black robe, covering his whole body and head, was sitting at a wooden table in the house, raising his head. He picked up his withered fingers and flicked the flame of the oil lamp.

This person's body is like a black hole, and the uncertain light and dark firelight falls on it, unable to penetrate at all, and is completely absorbed.

He sat there silently, waiting quietly.

Until a long time, there was a slight wind sound outside, and soon three figures appeared outside the house, opened the door, walked in, bowed their heads and said nothing.

After a while, a hoarse voice came out calmly from the man in black robe.

"One, don't inquire about your employer's identity. Even I don't know."

"Two, once this is completed, you will be free."

"Third, if there is an accident during the process and someone notices it, you must explode your body, reveal the Immortal Tao seed in your body, and lead all clues to the Immortal Flow. As for how to do it more realistically, you can make your own judgment."

"Four, this time, the employer requires 30 million human souls, regardless of whether they are mortals or monks, they can be put into this pot and brought to me."

After saying that, the flame of the oil lamp flickered, and the figure of the man in black robe disappeared without a trace. Only three black pots fell in front of the three people.

The three of them were silent, with numb expressions. They stepped forward to pick up the soul pot. Without any communication with each other through words or eyes, they left and disappeared into the night.

They used the shortest time and different methods to stay away from the imperial capital. Some went to other rings, and some went to other regions...

The moment the three of them left the imperial capital, Xu Qing, who was sitting cross-legged in the secret room and feeling the white snowflakes, suddenly opened his eyes, with a gleam in his eyes, and looked up into the distance.

He sensed that there were three blue soul seeds, far away from the imperial capital.