As he walked, Zhou Tong smelled the faint smell of blood in the air.

This made him tremble, and he slowed down, holding the Qingluo knife in one hand and holding several talismans with the other.

Soon he saw dozens of corpses scattered not far away, including men, women, old and children.

Several wild beasts pounced on several corpses and feasted.

Some of the female corpses were not covered by clothing, and it was obvious that they had been violated before death. The youngest child was only four or five years old.

Judging from their clothes, they should be refugees fleeing famine.

Zhou Tong sighed and looked at the sky.

"My godly boss, I just want to find a few elixirs. Please guide me here to do what I want to do. The world is in such chaos that I, with my little arms and legs, can't control it."

Although he said so, he still casually killed the beasts and carefully dug a hole to bury the corpses in the wilderness.

"Forget it, good people will do it to the end and send Buddha to the West. I'll go with it!"

After saying that, he looked for the remaining traces and used the Wind Control Technique to track him down.

In the bandit stronghold, a patrolling gangster took out his crotch and yawned out of boredom.

Looking back at the taste of yesterday, although they were all muddy, those little ladies were really moisturizing.

Suddenly, he saw a man wearing a bamboo hat walking slowly towards this side at the foot of the mountain.

He kicked his companion who was snoring loudly.

"Stop fucking sleeping, someone is coming."

The companion rubbed his eyes and was sleeping soundly. He was suddenly woken up and became very angry.

Looking at the people coming down the mountain, they were cursing.

"Where did the birdman come from to disturb my sweet dream?"

The two of them called over to several other patrolling minions, holding bows and arrows and looking down at the intruders.

"For what?"

Zhou Tong raised his head and looked at the group of bandits.

"You must have killed those dozens of refugees!"

When the leader of the gang heard this, he understood that this was someone seeking revenge.

"Hey, brothers, there is someone who is looking for bad luck on us. Be careful not to shoot him to death. I have to prepare this person well and let him keep company with those poor ghosts."

The bandits burst into laughter, and even faster an arrow came straight towards Zhou Tong's door.

Zhou Tong stretched out two fingers to clamp the arrow, and broke it with a slight force. With a flick, the arrow flew out, and the sharp arrow directly pierced the head of the archer.

There was silence for a moment in front of the cottage.

"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! This hero, don't be impulsive."

The leader of the bandit was sweating profusely, and his legs were already shaking into chaff.

What the hell kind of strength is this? He is an absolute innate master. How can I dare to provoke this kind of human race?

"Looks like we found the right one."

Zhou Tong smiled faintly.

The next moment, he appeared directly in front of the little guy, grabbed his neck, used his ten fingers to pull his head off alive.

"You just want to trick me? It seems you can't."

Zhou Tong shook off the blood on his hands and looked at the bandits who were already scared to death by this horrific scene.

Immediately, the entire village screamed, and soon everything became calm again.

In a dungeon, Zhou Tong looked at a dozen half-dressed women.

The eyes of these women were dull. When they saw Zhou Tong coming in covered with blood, they did not yell. Some women even instinctively began to take off the rags on their bodies and spread their legs to lie on the ground.

Zhou Tong sighed softly, feeling extremely depressed in his heart, and a rage that left him nowhere to vent.

He destroyed the dungeon door with a casual punch and Yufeng left.

After a long time, a few bold women walked out of the dungeon cautiously and looked at the corpses on the ground in the cottage, their dull eyes finally glowing with light.

The long-term devastation and pain now turned into mournful wails.

Zhou Tong glanced at these poor people from a distance, turned around and disappeared into the vast mountains.

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The white jade capital in the sky, the five cities on the twelfth floor.

Immortals caress my head, and I will grow my hair and live forever.

Wandering away from worldly pleasures leads to confusion and confusion.

The ninety-six saint kings have empty names in the clouds.

The world is a gamble, but the war cannot be forgotten.

Try the strategy of overlord, and the general will be crowned with glory.

Leaning under the big tree, Zhou Tong drank and sang loudly, feeling a heavy sigh in his chest.

I poured out the wine flask, but not a drop had fallen.

"Slip away!"

Zhou Tong looked lonely as he staggered through the mountains and forests.

Time flies and another three years pass.

Zhou Tong returned to Jialan Valley after wandering for three years. In the past few years, he has added longevity points to his lifespan and strength.

It seems that nothing has changed in Jialan Valley. The disappearance of three casual cultivators did not cause the slightest disturbance.

Now he is at the fifth level of Qi Refining, with 100 points of strength and spiritual power, making his consciousness and body extremely powerful. He doesn't know what level his current strength is among monks in the Qi Refining stage.

The Immortal Ascension Conference was held as scheduled, and the participating monks were like crucian carp crossing the river.

Zhou Tong tested his spiritual roots and bone age. The four-series miscellaneous spiritual roots were extremely rubbish, which directly made him lose the possibility of going to the Five Saints Sect, even as an outer disciple.

Unless there are special channels for these top immortal cultivation sects, if you want to join such a sect, your spiritual root must be at least three spiritual roots.

But Zhou Tong doesn't care about this. It doesn't matter whether he is a big sect or not. He just wants to find a fixed place to live for hundreds of years and learn something that is inaccessible to the outside world.

Relatively speaking, the conditions for ordinary sects to join are much looser. As long as they have spiritual roots, outstanding bone age and strength, it is enough.

Zhou Tong entered an unknown formation and saw nothing but white surroundings.

Just when he was doubting, several lifelike machine puppets appeared in the white space, each of which had a cultivation level equivalent to the fourth level of Qi Refining.

Looking at these puppets, Zhou Tong took a breath.

"Robot, this is definitely a robot, this is good, I want to learn it."

The three machine puppets ignored Zhou Tong's lust and rushed toward Zhou Tong at extremely fast speeds.

"Hey, compete with me, I'm as hard as iron!"

Zhou Tong didn't use any magic power, but hit the three machine puppets with his sandbag-sized fists.

As soon as the eighteen-pack abs were exposed, these three puppets were directly dismantled into parts.

Paying attention to the sect monks in the formation, watching Zhou Tong attack like a wild man, the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Fifth level of Qi refining, bone age twenty-five, suspected physical cultivation, four-system miscellaneous spiritual roots, acceptable strength, can enter the outer sect."

A Xuanling Sect Qi Refining Dzogchen monk recorded Zhou Tong’s information.

After the change of formation, a Xuanling Sect Qi Refining monk came up to him and said, "Congratulations to fellow Taoist Taoist for successfully passing the customs. I will come to Xuanling Sect to pick up He Shan and be responsible for the reception of this Immortal Ascension Conference."

Zhou Tong quickly raised his hands and said: "In Zhou Tong, I met fellow Taoist He."

He Shan took out a token and handed it to Zhou Tong.
Chapter completed!