"Senior Brother Situ, you... what do you want to do?" Mu Chenfeng was about to move away, but Situ Hu slapped Tian Ling Gai one by one with his palms: "Hey... what do I want to do? I know, you have something.
It only attracts spirit rats, right? Now...it's mine..."
Boom... A burst of flames instantly enveloped Mu Chenfeng's body. Mu Chenfeng didn't even have time to scream. Not even the dregs of the person were left...
This guy who framed Jiang Fan and talked nonsense deserved it and deserved his death. He probably never expected that he would die in the hands of his fellow disciples...
After Mu Chenfeng died, some messy things scattered from the surrounding space, including a cute little mouse. Situ Hu stretched out his hand, caught the little mouse, and put it into his sleeves. In Qiankun, those
Many people in the door knew that some of the messy things belonged to Mu Chenfeng. Situ Huyi did not accept all the junk, but immediately left the place with the flying sword...
At the same time, Lang Huan, who was dozens of miles away, trembled, and he suddenly shouted angrily: "No! Mu Chenfeng is dead? Damn it..."
Soon, Lang Huan found the place where Mu Chenfeng was killed. He found some scattered things on the ground, which should belong to Mu Chenfeng, but where was the spirit-drawing rat? The spirit-drawing rat was missing...
Lang Huan's eyelids were twitching wildly, and the corners of his mouth were twitching, as if he was extremely angry: "Damn it! Who is it? Who killed him...my spirit rat...ah..."
...After being furious for a while, Lang Huan gradually calmed down. He thought about it, and estimated that the person who attacked Mu Chenfeng was probably his fellow disciple named Situ Huyi... Huh! These so-called righteous disciples, on the surface, pretend to be
They are noble and pretend to have a strong sense of justice, but in reality? When they are despicable, they are all sanctimonious villains and hypocrites! They are even dirtier and more shameful than what evil monks do!
Although the target was roughly locked, Lang Huan did not cast a soul-seeking curse on Situ Hu. How could he find Situ Huyi in such a vast secret realm of blood demons? He didn't lead the spirit rat, so he came to this bloody place by himself.
In the magical secret realm, it is simply as difficult as going to heaven to find what you want...
"Hmph! Situ Huyi... the spirit rat... the potential fruit... the potential fruit! You must be mine..." Lang Huan's eyes flashed alternately with Han's murderous intent and greedy look...
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Wan Feng'er, who had broken through to the spiritual void layer, had just killed a second-grade monster and collected all the materials that could be used on the monster. He hadn't gone very far when he got lucky again.
Found some crystal stones used for weapon refining.
"What a blessing today! I got something right the moment I came here!" Wan Feng'er, who was picking crystal stones, felt the fluctuation of spiritual thoughts not far away, and couldn't help but look in that direction...
"Eh? Why does it seem like someone is fighting for spiritual consciousness there?" After Wan Feng'er put away all the crystals, she stepped on the flying sword and flew in the direction where the spiritual consciousness was fluctuating...
After arriving there, Wan Feng'er found four people standing there. The four of them formed a square shape, each occupying a corner! And among them, there seemed to be something...
Looking carefully, Wan Feng'er was immediately shocked: "Oh my God! It's actually a purple Ganoderma lucidum that is over a hundred years old. This thing is definitely the top grade of third-grade elixir. No wonder so many people are holding on to it. I'm afraid they all want to take it.