Zhang Heng also wanted to know how much Zhao Rui's strength has increased at this moment.

Zhao Rui now gives Zhang Heng the feeling that he has reached the foundation-building stage, but he seems to have lacked something.

Zhao Rui lightly shot out several magic tricks with his fingers, and a fist-sized flame storm quickly condensed in the air.

Zhang Heng was stunned. Isn’t this a spell used last time when he dealt with the “Seven Evils of Luoshan”? Zhang Heng still clearly remembers that the power of this spell is even comparable to that of a third-level spell.

Zhao Rui used this spell almost in the blink of an eye, and the speed was surprisingly fast.

The fist-sized flame storm emits amazing heat. If it weren't for the extremely condensed flame power, the surrounding temperature would have increased by hundreds of degrees instantly.

"Go!" The flame storm was escaped by Zhao Rui.

Like a ghost, such a small storm of flames drifted rapidly to the two monks.

After all, these two monks were also elites of the same level. They did not underestimate the insignificant flame storm in front of them. They opened their defenses one after another and retreated rapidly.

However, the flame storm suddenly expanded thousands of times, and the flames soaring into the sky covered the range of dozens of meters, and the two monks did not escape from this range.

boom!

Countless fiery red burst flames flew towards the surroundings, mixed with deafening explosions. For a moment, the wind roared and the flames dissipated.

The dazzling red light made everything around red.

Without any sound, these two monks without defensive spirit weapons were killed directly.

Just one spell has a power comparable to that of the third level, and it is still emitted at such a fast speed, easily killing these two elites in the same level.

Moreover, seeing Zhao Rui's understatement when casting his spell, this spell does not seem to be difficult for him.

The monks around couldn't help but gasp.

Just as they were hesitating whether to continue, Zhao Rui's next move scared them.

Zhang Heng's hands transformed into phantoms in the void, and a dozen flame storms that were exactly the same as before appeared all over his body.

One can kill two elites of the same level in seconds. If there are more than a dozen, these monks dare not even think about it. They all used all their solutions and ran away with their lives.

What effect will be produced after the superposition of more than a dozen third-level spells? Even if you wear defensive spirit weapons, you cannot escape the fate of being killed instantly.

Zhao Rui, who was surrounded by more than a dozen flame storms, saw that these monks suddenly ran away, and couldn't help but say curiously: "Why did they all run away?"

Zhang Heng stood with him, looking at the dozen or so flame storms that could be comparable to third-level spells, all of whom were a little worried.

If Zhao Rui could not control these dozens of flame storms, the situation would be very bad.

"Second brother, you don't have to do acrobatics here, just take all these things away." Zhang Heng reminded.

"Oh." Zhao Rui's thoughts moved, and these flame storms turned into a pure fire spirit power and merged into his body.

Zhang Heng couldn't help but sigh that it was different to get the Fire Source Bead, and he could control the fire attribute spiritual power between heaven and earth so easily.

Looking at the more than 20 blood-killing marks floating above Zhao Rui's head, Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask: "Second brother, have you killed two human cultivators just now?"

With so many bloody marks gathered above my head, I am afraid that no monks dare to approach Zhao Rui.

Zhao Rui's expression darkened slightly: "There are so many people, and I'm afraid they will hurt you, so I have to use spells..."

Zhang Heng didn't expect that Zhao Rui killed someone because of this reason, and he wanted to scold this guy a few times, but when he thought of his personality, he gave up.

Perhaps, after experiencing the battle in the temple, he will change a little.

"Second brother, you have already obtained this fire source bead. Can you use it?" Zhang Heng asked curiously.

If this fire source bead can be driven, killing people beyond the level will be like cutting a carrot.

"Yes, but it will cost a lot. Not only will the cultivation level be reversed by several levels, but the physical body may also be annihilated..." Zhao Rui said in fear.

Zhang Heng sighed inwardly, behind the strength is equivalent to more efforts.

In fact, Zhang Heng has the same method to briefly improve his strength, but the price is much smaller than that of Zhao Rui.

After solving these monks who tried to seize the Fire Source Pearl, Zhang Heng's eyes suddenly fell on the stone statue.

After losing the fire source bead, the statue obviously lost its previous vitality, but Zhang Heng felt that this object was obviously not an ordinary item.

Thinking of this, Zhang Heng walked to the statue.

I carefully stroked it with my hands, and felt the power of the fire spirit coming from it.

"This stone sculpture has no effect on me, maybe it will be of use to you..." A low voice sounded in Zhang Heng's ears and soon disappeared without a trace.

Zhang Heng thought for a while, but without any politeness, a silver flame appeared on his hand.

"Puff" silver flames began to burn on this statue.

A silver particle suddenly appeared in Zhang Heng's body, but the swallowing speed was not very good, almost the same as the inner alchemy left by the Haotian Snake Dragon King.

Well, this thing is like the Blood Killing Heavenly Monument, and it is also a good thing.

A spiritual stance was played in his hand, and the statue was immediately taken into the storage bag by Zhang Heng.

After entering the cave for more than ten days, Zhang Heng got three good things: the Blood Killing Heaven Monument, the inner elixir of the Dragon King of Haotian Snake, and the statue at this moment.

I wonder how long these things can help me practice together, Zhang Heng thought to himself.

"Brother, what are you doing?" Zhao Rui asked curiously.

Zhang Heng smiled and said, "This thing may be useful to me, please put it in first."

"Oh," Zhao Rui didn't ask much, and his eyes suddenly fell on the distant mountains: "Brother, let's hurry up and hurry up. It has been delayed for ten days, and Senior Sister Luo may not be able to wait."

Zhang Heng nodded and said, "Okay, I have developed some interest in your Fairy Luo's 'home'."

"That's great!" Zhao Rui cheered happily.

Two figures flew quickly toward the distant ice and snow peaks and flew away at a low altitude.

With the strength of the two of them at this moment, even if they encounter attacks from a large number of monks, they can still deal with it.

After a while, the two disappeared at the end of the grassland.

In a hidden temporary cave outside the Blood Killing Cave, Wu Ling was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

There were layers of restrictions around him, which was enough to discourage the monks of the Foundation Establishment Stage. In addition, there were some special array flags next to him, and a layer of illusion that was invisible to the naked eye covered the cave.

From outsiders, this place is just an ordinary hill bag.

Wu Ling sucked and spit out a series of green lights from his mouth. Judging from the aura on his body, his cultivation level at this moment had reached the great perfect state of Qi Refining.

In just over ten days, his cultivation level was promoted to a small level. If Zhang Heng were here, he would definitely be stunned.

At some point, he suddenly took out several elixirs from the storage bag and put them into his mouth skillfully.

About a few hours later, a blue light suddenly burst out from his body.

Deep in his dantian, there were nine compressed blue light balls.

These blue light balls seemed to be asleep, motionless, as if these things were not in his body at all.

The air throbbed, and Wu Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers danced quickly, passing through all parts of his body.

After doing this, his body suddenly swelled up like a balloon on the verge of explosion.

He opened his mouth and a ball of light was spit out of his body, and then he spit out a second ball of light.

He spit out the light balls one by one, and he didn't stop until the eighth light ball was spit out.

At this time, there was a blue light ball left in his dantian.

Another blue light was emitted from his hands, tying the eight light balls outside his body into the air.

"The critical moment has come..." Wu Ling murmured in a low voice.

Then, he closed his eyes and practiced, turning into a still stone sculpture...

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I delayed something, and this chapter was a little late.
Chapter completed!