Lin Tong slowly fell to the ground, and the vitality in his eyes gradually dissipated.

He was unwilling.

Why is this happening?

Why did he die like this?

He guessed that Wang Xu was only a first-level soul master at most. If he was more cautious, he might not have embarked on the road to the underworld.

Besides, Wang Xu was obviously poisoned.

Why was his body able to move just now?

All kinds of questions lingered in his mind.

There was a "bang".

The moment his body fell to the ground, his mind was no longer conscious, his eyes wide open, and he looked completely dead.

Wang Xu crawled over with difficulty and searched Lin Tong for a while.

He found a small white bottle with three black pills inside.

I leaned closer and smelled it, and the pills emitted a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

This may be the antidote.

Wang Xu couldn't care about so much, so he swallowed the pills into his stomach.

Just when he wanted to sit and rest for a while.

A layer of blood-colored mist floated out from Lin Tong's body.

The strange blood-colored mist quickly focused towards his body and was swallowed by the bloody sun pattern that flickered on his chest.

His whole body was suddenly wrapped in a hot feeling.

Just like the blood-colored mist that absorbed the blood-eyed mantis corpse last time, this time there were still black impurities seeping out of his capillaries.

Wang Xu gritted his teeth and his face turned red.

The internal organs seemed to be constantly being boiled by boiling water.

This discomfort continued for more than ten minutes and gradually faded.

Wang Xu breathed a sigh of relief. He sensed the spiritual energy between heaven and earth, which was much smoother than before.

He guessed that his cultivation qualifications had improved again.

Before, when Wang Xu came into contact with the corpse of the man-eating giant rat in the noodle restaurant, he was still wondering why there was no blood-colored mist floating out of the corpse of the man-eating giant rat?

It seems that only mutant beasts or humans killed by him personally.

Lin Tong's blood-colored mist must be better than the first-level blood-eyed mantis.

Not necessarily, his current cultivation qualification has been promoted to one star.

"We must find an opportunity to test it." Wang Xu said to himself.

He looked down at the black on the wound slowly disappearing, and he knew that what he had just swallowed was the correct antidote.

He is in a very good mood now.

As long as his cultivation qualifications can be continuously improved, there will always be a place for him in this damn new era.

This time facing Lin Tong, he was wandering on the brink of death again.

After entering the martial arts academy tomorrow to practice, he must build his first spiritual map as soon as possible.

As for the old dog Zhou He, he has no strength to confront him head-on.

at the same time.

Not far away, the roof of a residential building.

Teacher Qian, who was in the outer courtyard of the Martial Arts Academy, had a gloomy face and was about to drip out of water.

Zhou He handed over the matter of dealing with Wang Xu to him.

As a teacher in the outer courtyard, he didn't want to leave a handle for others in the future, so he found Lin Tong, the infamous outer courtyard.

He just came over and took a look.

Originally, he thought that Lin Tong wanted to kill Wang Xu was a relaxed thing.

The result was beyond his expectations.

"This kid with only half a star cultivation qualification is actually a soul master!"

"Now that he has taken action against him, he can't keep him even more."

Teacher Qian's voice was cold and he muttered to himself.

Wei Hai took advantage of Wang Xu to establish his authority in public.

Zhou He was about to let Wang Xu disappear quietly from this world, so as to turn Wei Hai into a joke.

But the current situation is obviously beyond Teacher Qian's control.

When he turned around and wanted to walk down the roof of the stairs to kill Wang Xu with his own hands.

He paused, his body tensed suddenly, and a look of vigilance appeared in his eyes.

Under the bloody sunlight.

An old man in rags was lying not far away, drinking with a broken wine gourd.

He completely ignored the drink that had slipped from the corner of his mouth.

"Who are you?" Teacher Qian stared at the ragged old man with a bad look.

When did this old man appear?

Why didn't he find out?

The old man stood up and stretched comfortably: "Don't crawl out and make people angry."

He was as if he was drunk and walked towards Teacher Qian with his steps shaking.

At the same time, he continued to pour strong wine into his mouth.

Teacher Qian condenses the strength in his body. He is a real eighth-level warrior.

But at this moment, facing a drunk old man, he felt a sense of indescribable fear in his heart.

He swallowed his saliva in his throat: "Old guy, you better not get close to you, otherwise I'll take you on the way."

The old beggar smiled and said, "Oh? Which way do you want to send me on the way?"

Teacher Qian was about to speak.

The next second.

The old beggar disappeared from his sight.

This made cold sweat burst out on his spine, and an unprecedented coldness emerged from the pores of his body.

When he wanted to escape downstairs desperately.

A rough-skinned palm pressed on his Heavenly Spirit cover.

"Don't rush to leave!" the old beggar said lightly.

Teacher Qian was really scared, and his legs were trembling slightly: "I am the teacher of the Outer College of the Martial Arts Academy in the City."

"You can't attack me, or you will commit a death sentence!"

The old beggar placed the right palm of Teacher Qian’s Tianling cover and pressed it down hard.

"Crack, Crack, Crack--"

After a sound of bone breakage.

There was a "puff".

Teacher Qian's entire head was pressed into his chest by the old beggar.

The old beggar stopped.

Drinking the strong wine, he swayed towards the stairs.

Teacher Qian's body stood motionless in the bloody sunlight.

When the old beggar walked to the stairs, he waved his left arm.

Countless blue sword auras engulf Teacher Qian's body.

When the knife energy dissipated, only a pool of blood remained on the roof.

When the old beggar slowly walked downstairs.

Wang Xu contacted Ding Ze, and he knew that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time.

The former home probably had no traces left by them.
To be continued...