All the demonic energy dissipated from the body, and the Great Earth Splitter struggled to get up from the ground. Although its current state is slightly stronger than Wen Bo, it is still extremely limited. Most of the meridians, flesh and blood in the body have been completely eroded by the demonic energy. The only thing that can support it is
What it has is the ferocity that comes from the core.
In his eyes, the powerful Earth-shattering tiger trembled and came closer to him with three steps. Wenbo closed his eyes in despair and waited for the arrival of death.
"Bang." There was a loud noise. Wen Bo, who was lying on the ground, waited for a long time but did not feel the pain. When he opened his eyelids, he saw the body of the powerful ground-breaking tiger lying on the side. There was a bloody hole the size of a fist on the tiger's head.
It was extremely conspicuous. Next to the body of the powerful earth-splitting tiger, a man shrouded in black was looking at the I Ching pith-cutting fruit tree in the center of the cold pool.
"Who are you, Your Excellency, and why do you want to save me?" After pondering for a while, Wen Bo took the lead and asked. There was still some caution in his words.
Hearing Uncle Wen's inquiry, the man in black didn't even turn his head. His thin lips were slightly opened, and faint words came out from under the black gauze.
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that you recover from your injuries quickly and then rush back to your family with this I Ching pith-cutting fruit tree."
At the end of the conversation, the man in black dropped a healing elixir, jumped up and disappeared from Uncle Wen's sight.
Watching the man in black leave, Uncle Wen had great doubts in his heart.
This person's cultivation level is between Controlling Mystery and Tongxuan, but he is indifferent to holy elixirs. Moreover, he also knows that I want to bring this I Ching pith-cutting fruit tree back to the clan. What is this person's identity?
?
In his mind, one question mark after another surfaced. Uncle Wen, who was thinking hard to no avail, had no choice but to suppress many questions in his heart. He looked at the small tree in the center of the cold pool, and his heart was instantly filled with excitement.
He picked up the elixir left by the man and swallowed it. After recovering from his injuries, Wen Bo took the I Ching and cut down the pith fruit tree and returned to his family.
"Hiss." A gasping sound rang out in the quiet woods. Ye Fan covered the wound on his left arm with blood constantly flowing out. His eyes looked at the monster beast that was as motionless as a dead dog on the ground.
The dead monster was named Rock Leopard, with a sixth-level cultivation level. Its strength was similar to that of the bloodthirsty monster tree. It just didn't have that weird puppetry technique.
He reached out and took out a gravity stone from his arms and threw it aside. After stretching his muscles and bones, he felt that his body suddenly became lighter. This also explains why Ye Fan was injured when fighting the rock leopard at the sixth level of foundation building.
"The gravity training is completed, now it's time to master the new martial arts."
The murmur fell, and just as Ye Fan was about to make a move, he felt a blur in front of his eyes. A figure stood strangely in front of him.
Shocked, Ye Fan took a few steps back to distance himself from the figure. He held his halberd across his chest and his eyes were full of caution. He said coldly: "Who are you?"
Hearing this, the figure raised his head, and there was no trace of happiness or anger on his face behind the black veil.
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is what I do?"
Hearing the man's answer, Ye Fan's eyes became more wary. He looked at the visitor carefully.
He is dressed in black and his face is covered with black gauze. His figure is slightly upright, and he looks about forty or fifty years old.
"Then what do you want to do?" racking his brains, Ye Fan couldn't think of a time when he had interacted with such a person. He simply asked directly.
At the end of the words, Ye Fan unconsciously took a step back, widening the distance between him and the man in black. This man came suddenly, and he had already walked in front of him without Ye Fan even noticing.
Three feet. If such a person wants to harm him, he will only worry about Ye Fan's safety.
The man in black was obviously aware of Ye Fan's actions, but did not show any expression. Such contempt made Ye Fan's heart "thump" and became a lot heavier. Just when Ye Fan's mind was spinning, the man in black
Those two words made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.
"Kill you." After the two words fell, the man in black stopped talking nonsense, raised his palm, and the powerful mysterious energy turned into a sharp knife, and then took it out and threw it towards Ye Fan, who looked frightened. The terrifying wind above the sharp knife was like
The roaring angry dragon swept away the surrounding trees and exploded into powder.
His pupils suddenly shrank, looking at the whistling sharp knife, Ye Fan felt as if there were thousands of huge waves crashing in his heart, stirring endlessly.
"Mysterious energy transforms into shape...Controlling mystic state! No, although the sharp knife has begun to take shape, it lacks a hint of change. This level is not considered to be controlling mystical, it is just the initial touch on the threshold of controlling mystic...half-step to controlling mystic!
"After Ye Fan learned this fact, instead of feeling relieved, he became even more nervous.
Although his cultivation level can barely deal with the illusory eighth-level foundation-building monks like Liu Yan, the person in front of him is a genuine Tongxuan peak monk! He is dozens or hundreds of times more powerful than Liu Yan and his ilk.
.However, even though the enemy's tyranny made Ye Fan feel powerless, it was not to the point where he did not even dare to resist.