Spell Fusion, I Can Infinitely Increase the Strength

[Slow heat, semi-invincible flow, decisive killing, group portrait, horizontal push] In the Immortal Era, the ten major sects were in charge of the destiny of heaven, and their cultivators were like ants, transforming into gods to look down on all living beings. Lin Yong came through time travel with no roots and only one more talent: infinite fusion of spells. All the dharmas in the world can be understood through looking at them, and they can be understood and completed without any price. The small fireball technique has reached the extreme level, melting through the void; the breath-hiding technique has been deduced to the end, cause and effect are blocked, and the heavenly secret cannot be locked. The world is huge, with an undercurrent of demons in the East China Sea. The ruthless Taoist monks use killing to prove the Tao, and the powerful gods make plans and regard the common people as chess pieces. No matter how powerful one person is, it is difficult to shake the thousand-year pattern. But Lin Yong is not in a hurry. He walked in this troubled world, saw all kinds of living things, and attributed all the magic he saw and heard to himself. Those high-ranking chess players did not know that there was a man walking outside the game, passing through the chessboard inch by inch. The day he stops, that day will change.