Chapter 1736 The Journey of Devouring

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"Prince clone, you are behind this time." Old Man Tianji smiled and looked at the clone of the principal.

Every time in the past, the dean's avatar was the first to make a breakthrough and became the avatar with the highest cultivation level among Zhang Yu's many avatars. The doppelgänger of the Realm of the Muddy Master.

Greedy Wolf God Dog, Wu et al. also looked at the avatar of the dean. This guy often has to represent the deity to handle college affairs, but the speed of cultivation is no less than theirs, which brings them a lot of pressure. Now, this time the avatar of the dean is finally not number one.

"You practice all day long, and you have much more time than me. Isn't it normal for you to be one step ahead of me?" The dean's avatar said indifferently: "Is this worth showing off?"

It's good that the dean's avatar didn't mention this, but when it was mentioned, many avatars felt toothache again.

The dean's avatar has brought them too much pressure these years, and they dare not be lazy if they want to be lazy, for fear of falling too far behind.

"I really don't understand you." Greedy Wolf God Dog shook his head helplessly, "What's the point of cultivating? Walk around, eat, drink and play, isn't it delicious? Do you have no other hobbies besides cultivating?"

The principal clone sighed: "You don't understand... I have to come out to deal with the college's affairs often. It would be nice if I can spare some time to practice. How can I care about having fun?" He is not a robot, so how could he not want to relax? For a while, but he can't help it, if he doesn't cherish the training time, he will fall behind sooner or later.

Just like now, Jiu Jianxian has surpassed him, and took the lead in stepping into the realm of the Nine-Star Hun Master.

Fortunately, he is not far away from the Nine-Star Hun Master, and the gap with Jiu Jianxian is not too big.

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After congratulating Jiu Jianxian, Zhang Yu stopped paying attention to the situation of the avatars. He continued to control the super manned shuttle, shuttled through the vastness, with Xiaoxie lying on his left shoulder and Xiaoxie sitting on his right shoulder. Linger.

Because there is no specific destination, every time Zhang Yu walks through a ninth-level world, he will stop, taste the local delicacies, read the natural scenery, and experience different humanities. He doesn't feel lonely at all.

"Master, can we find some ninth-level worlds that are not marked on the Hunmeng map?" Xiaoxie asked cautiously.

Zhang Yu looked at Xiao Xie: "Why?"

Xiaoxie flattered and said: "I want to devour some muddy spirits."

Only the ninth-level worlds that are not marked on the map of Hunmeng can have the spirit of Hunmeng. Such ninth-level worlds are constructed by some fake owners, just like the Tianxu Realm and the Xuanhuang Realm in the past. There are as many ninth-order worlds as there are horizontal sands in the universe, and the number is huge, more than ten times more than the ninth-order worlds included in the Hunmeng map.

"Okay." Anyway, there is no specific destination, and Zhang Yu has the final say on where to go.

He looked at Xiao Ling'er: "Xiao Ling'er, do you want to devour the muddy spirit?"

Xiao Ling'er was very resistant: "No, don't, it's too disgusting."

Not to mention that her growth direction is different from Xiaoxie's, she may not be able to swallow the muddy spirit, even if she can swallow the muddy spirit, she will definitely not do so.

"What's disgusting? You don't understand at all." Xiaoxie protested, "Hummong's spirit is the most delicious food in Hunmeng!"

It feels that it has been offended, isn't it just devouring the spirit of darkness, what's so disgusting?

"Okay, it's your freedom whether you want to devour the muddy spirit, you don't need to argue." Zhang Yu said, and then looked at Xiaoxie, "Xiao Linger doesn't fight with you for the muddy spirit, shouldn't you Are you happier? In this way, the muddy spirit is yours, aren't you happy?"

Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Xiao Xie, who was still a little dissatisfied, suddenly brightened his eyes: "That's right!"

It was so happy that it danced and said, "All the muddy spirits belong to me!"

After a while, Zhang Yu took the two children into a ninth-level world that had not yet passed the catastrophe of reincarnation.

"Go and get rid of the muddy spirit by yourself. Xiao Ling'er and I will go to other places. After you have devoured it, come here and join us." Zhang Yu said to Xiaoxie, before Xiaoxie could answer , then grabbed Xiaoxie and threw it directly in the direction of the muddy spirit. The next moment, Xiaoxie passed through an abyss-like passage and entered a space similar to the dark matter dimension of the sky void.

At this moment, the counterfeit owner of the Tianlong Realm is already very weak. He has suppressed the muddy spirit for countless years, and his power is almost exhausted. On the contrary, the muddy spirit has been continuously strengthened over the long years. Up to now, he has gradually been unable to suppress it. Muddy spirit.

The counterfeit owner of the Tianlong Realm was almost desperate: "It's the ninth reincarnation, am I, Wu Sen, destined not to be the creator?"

If he fails again this time, he will completely fall and become the nourishment of Hun Meng.

"Give up, this is your life." Under a huge array, an invisible and mysterious creature said bewitchingly: "The birth and death of the world is the trend of reincarnation and the general trend of darkness. It can't be changed, maybe someone can change their fate against the sky and break the shackles of reincarnation, but you, Wu Sen, are obviously not qualified."

At this moment, an excited voice sounded: "Haha, I found you."

Wu Sen's face changed slightly, and he thought that some enemy was coming, but he released his thoughts, but he couldn't perceive the existence of the coming person at all.

Only the confused spirit can clearly see Xiao Xie's figure, it said in disbelief: "You, you are..."

"I'm here to help you free yourself." After Xiaoxie finished speaking, he rushed directly towards the confused spirit.

"It's over." Wu Sen was completely desperate.

The muddy spirit was extremely excited: "Thank you, sir! With your help, this guy Wu Sen is definitely doomed... ah!"

Before he could finish speaking, the confused spirit suddenly let out a shrill scream, and his formless body trembled violently. If Wu Sen was the nine-star master of the mud, then he would definitely be able to see that the confused spirit A part of his body was missing, as if it had been eaten by something horrible.

Hearing the scream of the murky spirit, Wu Sen's body trembled, and he was ready to fall.

But soon he realized: "It's the scream of the muddy spirit!"

He was a little dazed, unable to comprehend the situation at all.

"My lord, my lord!" The murky spirit's painful and confused voice sounded, "Did you admit it wrong? I am the murky spirit of this world! The one over there is Wu Sen..."

Wu Sen swallowed, his scalp numb.

But Xiaoxie said: "The spirit of darkness? You are the one who eats!"

After the words fell, Xiaoxie bit down on the muddy spirit again, swallowing part of the muddy spirit's body directly into his stomach in the most primitive way.

The muddled spirit was completely bewildered.

Wu Sen was also confused.

What's going on here?

This unknown and mysterious muddy spirit, instead of solving the counterfeit owner, devours the muddy spirit in this world?

Wu Sen once thought he was dreaming.

But the screams of the muddy spirit kept coming from his ears, but they hit his heart again and again: "No, it's not a dream, everything is real! It's really attacking the muddy spirit!"

Wu Sen's brain crashed, and he was a little dazed.

When the voice of the murky spirit was so weak that it was almost inaudible until it was completely silent, Wu Sen slowly came back to his senses, and then he felt that the shackles of the samsara were gone, and that invisible shackles disappeared. At this moment, he officially stepped into the realm of the creator and became a real creator.

only……

"Why didn't good fortune feed back?" Wu Sen was dumbfounded, "Isn't the muddy spirit dead?"

Only when the muddy spirit falls, can he survive the calamity of reincarnation and become the true creator. Therefore, he can be sure that the muddy spirit is dead, but the strange thing is that the fall of the muddy spirit did not feed back In the ninth-level world, his understanding of good fortune has not improved a single bit.

Although things were a bit weird, Wu Sen didn't think too much about it. He was satisfied if he could survive the calamity of reincarnation. At worst, he would spend more time in the future to understand the good fortune.

What he is worried about now is whether the mysterious and unknown muddy spirit will destroy himself after destroying the muddy spirit in this world?

After waiting for a long time, there was no movement. Wu Sen breathed a sigh of relief, and then said cautiously, "This...Master Muddy Spirit, are you still there?"