"The seventeenth..."

Tu Tian looked at the pile of ashes in front of him expressionlessly, muttering silently, without any emotion in his eyes.

At this time, it had been five days since Tu Tian killed Yi Qingyang. In these five days, Tu Tian continued to extend his black hands to some cultivators who were walking alone while practicing. So far, seventeen cultivators have been killed.

Heaven-slaying poisonous hand.

Although Tu Tian didn't know that Yi Tian, ​​who was far away in Xuantian Sect, had begun to investigate the cause of Yi Qingyang's death, Tu Tian could predict this result. After all, his biological son was dead. If Yi Tian didn't take action, then

It really makes no sense.

Tu Tian didn't care about this. Even if they doubted him, there should be no evidence. But what Tu Tian didn't know was that even if there was no evidence, Yi Tian would not let him go.

Tu Tian felt the surging spiritual energy in his body. After a little movement, he fused and absorbed the essence of this person's spiritual energy and turned it into his own. As this essence was absorbed, a feeling of comfort hit Tu Tian's mind.

, Tu Tian knew that he had improved another level. Now Tu Tian's cultivation level was already at the fifth level of the Xuanzhao stage. The improvement of his cultivation level was not unpleasant.

However, Tu Tian was still not satisfied. He curled his lips slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "Hey, only seventeen people have been promoted to one level. It seems that the higher the cultivation level, the harder it is to improve."

If someone heard Tu Tian's complaint at this time, they would probably rush over and strangle him to death. He had already reached one level in just five or six days. If someone who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years without promotion heard it, they would probably vomit blood and explode to death immediately.

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Tu Tian complained slightly, then stopped talking, and immediately found a direction. Tu Tian's figure flashed and then disappeared.

Tutian has been like this these past few days. Every time he picks a direction at random, and there is no fixed direction. He just goes wherever he goes, hides when he encounters a lot of people, and kills when he encounters a single person. It's quite a bit.

The meaning of Mao Taizu’s guerrilla warfare back then.

"Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Lingfeng! He's alone!"

"Oh? Ling Feng?"

At this time, Tu Tian, ​​who was walking casually, suddenly heard a familiar name. He slowed down his steps and sneaked over slowly.

What caught his eye was Ling Feng at the school entrance examination. At this time, Ling Feng was surrounded by three people. The one who spoke was the sharp-mouthed monkey-cheeked person among the three. Seeing this, Tu Tian was not in a hurry.

Let's go and take a look first before talking.

Carefully disappearing, Tu Tian listened intently.

Ling Feng looked at the three people in front of him with cold eyes and shouted in a low voice: "What do you want?"

The three people looked at each other, and the leading Taoist with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks took a step forward, stopped pretending, and said to Ling Feng: "Ling Feng, without further ado, hand over the inner elixir of the Flame Beast.

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Hearing this, Ling Feng suddenly understood in his heart that it turned out that they were chasing him for eight hundred miles just for the Flame Beast Inner Pill in the Xuanzhao Period.

Although he understood in his heart, Ling Feng was noncommittal and said calmly to the three of them: "The inner elixir of the flame beast? I don't know."

As soon as Ling Feng finished speaking, the man immediately pointed at Ling Feng and shouted: "Ling Feng, you'd better not pretend to be stupid. It's fine if you just hand it over obediently. Otherwise, huh..."

Listening to the threatening words of this Taoist with a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, Ling Feng's face turned completely gloomy, and his voice was filled with a bone-chilling chill as he said to the Taoist: "What else? Just you guys? Huh!" As he said that, Ling Feng

Feng held the long sword tightly in his hand and circulated the spiritual energy in his body. A pale light suddenly flashed on the long sword.

The three of them looked at Ling Feng's appearance, winked at each other, and stood in front of and behind Ling Feng, standing in a specific direction.

Looking at the three people, Ling Feng showed a trace of disdain on his lips and murmured: "Three Talents Formation? Humph!"

Looking at the arrogant expression of the leader with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, Ling Feng said: "You think you can defeat me just by using this three-talent formation? You are too naive!"

Ling Feng's words were unpleasant to everyone's ears. They thought Ling Feng was just the weakest, and immediately said sarcastically: "It doesn't matter whether you can take it or not, just give it a try!"

"Three Talents Formation, get up!"

As soon as the Taoist said the word "Qi", a burst of white mist suddenly appeared on each of the three people. In an instant, the four people including Ling Feng disappeared.

Although he didn't know why the four people suddenly couldn't see it, Tu Tian still didn't act rashly. Although he didn't know what the formation Ling Feng was talking about, he thought it was not something simple.

The waiting time was slow. I don’t know how long it took. Tu Tian only remembered that the sun had moved a long distance. Just when Tu Tian made up his mind to go over and take a look, suddenly a puddle appeared in front of him where he had been staring.

Blood stains then appeared on all four people, three people to be precise, and a corpse.

Ling Feng's face was gloomy, and a cruel sneer hung from the corner of his mouth. His eyes looked at the two people who were still standing with disdain, and he said coldly: "Is this the Three Talents Formation? Humph, it's a joke, even the real Three Talents Formation

The power is less than 1%."

The remaining two people still had the intention to refute Ling Feng's words at this time. They were thinking about how to escape. Seeing Ling Feng's cold look, they didn't dare to move for a moment.

"Okay, let's die..." Ling Feng's words were still cold, and they felt a chill in their hearts.

However, the two of them would not sit still and wait for death. They looked at each other and fled away.

Ling Feng looked at the two people who were running away, with a trace of ridicule on his lips: "Do you think you can escape?"

Ling Feng threw the long sword in his hand into the sky, and made a magic spell with both hands in an instant. The long sword in the air suddenly emitted white light.

"disease!"

The long sword suddenly turned into a white horse and disappeared in the blink of an eye. A scream came, and when he saw the long sword again, it had already pierced the man's heart.

And Ling Feng himself had already killed another person. The battle went from start to end in just a blink of an eye. Tu Tian felt a little awe-inspiring when he saw it. It seemed that Ling Feng was also in the consecration period, and he was probably already in the middle stage.

As his thoughts shifted slightly, Tu Tian saw that Ling Feng had finished cleaning the battlefield and put the treasure bags of the three people into his own bag.

"Okay! Good! Wonderful! Wonderful!" Tu Tian clapped his hands and slowly appeared and walked out.

Hearing the sudden voice, Ling Feng, who was checking the treasure bag, was startled. Hearing the words, he looked around and immediately saw Tu Tian slowly walking towards him.
Chapter completed!