No longer hesitating, he dashed forward and walked forward.
"who?"
"Bold!" the old man in the team, the only innate warrior shouted, and jumped up to meet him.
The Qi Practitioner in the sedan also reacted and hurriedly took out his storage bag.
Innate warriors can fight and practice their Qi.
The old man punched out with great momentum, locking onto Wanjing.
Wan Jing flicked his wrist.
The bone bell hanging above rang.
Suddenly, the old man started shaking as if he had drunk alcohol.
The others didn't even try to squeeze in, they just fell to the ground and passed out.
Then Wan Jing patted his waist.
A bone sword shot away.
Submerged in the sedan chair.
Before the cultivator could recover from the dizziness, he was directly pierced between the eyebrows by the flying bone sword.
Here, Wan Jing didn't stop either. He slapped the Heavenly Spirit Cap on the head of the old man who was a congenital warrior.
I saw that the old man's body was withering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Wan Jing made a comfortable sound and was in better condition than ever before.
A flash of red light flashed in his eyes, and a trace of murderous intent surged out.
Then he jumped up and arrived in front of the sedan in a blink of an eye. Then he confirmed that the immortal cultivator was dead, then took off the storage bag from his waist and took a look.
Spiritual stone? Spiritual elixir?
All scenes are ecstatic.
But X Xiaodao doesn't like it. It only has thirteen spiritual stones, and the spiritual elixir is the lowest level, low-grade.
It's worse than what's produced in the factory in Aqua Blue Star Small World.
"Look at his waist!" Xiao Dao reminded.
Wan Jing was stunned and quickly checked.
A little ashes.
He was stunned.
"He's dead. Fu Lu set himself on fire. I'm afraid someone will come soon." Xiao Dao reminded.
This made Wan Jing's expression change.
He quickly started to set up the formation.
After laying the cloth, place the corpse of the monk in the center and draw the runes with blood.
This is based on monks with spiritual roots as the core, and the magic method is enough to quickly obtain magical weapons, but it is still not enough to obtain magical weapons.
Then he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.
He turned around and rushed directly towards the village.
If you don't do one thing, you won't stop.
Now that it has been exposed.
No more hiding.
He jumped into the village.
"who?"
Loud shouts sounded.
A mouthful of blood spurted on the white bone bell on his wrist.
The crisp bell sounded.
This effect was at least twice as powerful as before, and its scope even enveloped the entire village.
Everyone in the village who heard this rolled their eyes and fell to the ground before they could react.
"Not good, Demon Cultivator."
The shouting sounded, and it turned out to be an innate warrior.
Wan Jing jumped towards the sound.
Soon, I found it.
Innate warrior.
The erupting sound of bells can only be avoided by being far away.
Even so, he couldn't even stand firmly.
Understanding is penetrated by the flying sword of white bones.
Three innates.
Soon they all died under flying swords.
It's not that there are only three innates, but the others are closer to the bell and they also got through.
But instead, his life was spared.
In the corner of the village, there is an inconspicuous thatched house, just far away from the bell.
The village chief inside was also the only monk in the village. The old man, who had perfected his qi training but had no chance of breakthrough in his life, responded quickly.
Endure the dizziness.
A talisman light soared into the sky and lost its luster in the blink of an eye.
Damn it!
After all, Wan Jing was not very experienced, and by the time he reacted, it was already too late.
The bone flying sword turned and headed towards the inconspicuous thatched cottage.
Patterns appeared around the inconspicuous thatched house, forming a mask of light.
"Array?"
Wan Jing's expression changed and he activated the Bone Flying Sword with all his strength again.
Attacked one after another, but failed to break through.
The old village chief breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not foundation building.
"Boy, don't you have any knowledge? Even if you build a foundation, you can't even think of breaking through my defensive formation in a short time. I have already released the rescue talisman, and strong men will arrive soon." The old man sneered.
At this time, the ringing sound has disappeared, and Wan Jing, who controls the flying sword, cannot control two magic weapons at the same time.
He looked carefully at the outside world.
Only one person?
What a courageous person.
I'm afraid it was the demon kid who was undergoing a trial, but he actually had two magic weapons.
His eyes are constantly changing, he has matured as a man, he knows a lot, and he has already guessed the situation of the other party.
Hearing the sound, Wan Jing's expression changed, and he was worried about reinforcements.
They attacked again and again.
The expression of the old man in the room changed, and he was struggling. The third cultivator of the Four Spiritual Roots, he originally thought that this would be the case in his life, with only a few years to live, but now something has changed. If he robbed the demon bastard of the trial, he would have completed it.
At least there is a chance to build a foundation.
Moreover, the entire village was baptized by demons, and only he was left alive. He didn't even take action, and he couldn't explain anything.
At this time, Wan Jing was anxious and repeatedly activated the flying bone sword to attack the light shield of the thatched house.
After several consecutive blows, Wan Jing was about to give up, but found that the light shield actually dimmed a bit.
He was immediately overjoyed and without hesitation, he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
Landing on the Flying Bone Sword, the Flying Bone Sword suddenly gained a layer of blood and its power increased dramatically.
There is already a blow from the early stage of foundation building.
The speed was also much faster, and it hit the protective light shield of the thatched house again.
"Break it for me." Wan Jing, who was pale, shouted loudly.
At this time, his complexion was very poor. How could the righteous man dare to consume blood essence at will, but he was a demonic man.
All it takes is one innate and ten fresh corpse blood sacrifices of mortals to restore a drop of his blood essence.
He didn't know that the luster was dim just now because the old man inside had removed one of the three spiritual stones of the formation's energy source, thus weakening the effect.
At this time, he was overjoyed when he saw the changes in Feijian, but he also quickly put the removed spiritual stone back on it.
To restore the protective glow of its thatched cottage once again.
Only then did he block such a powerful blow.
The light mask suddenly dimmed.
It can really block an attack in the early stage of foundation building, but such an attack can only be broken with two hits at most.
However, when Wan Jing saw the protective shield recover before the attack, he knew he had been fooled.
Even though I could still spurt out a drop of blood, I was nervous, hesitated for a moment, and planned to give up.
As long as you run away, there are plenty of opportunities.
Next time, with experience, you won't be so passive.
Immediately, he climbed onto the Bone Flying Sword and flew directly into the distance.
The village chief in the thatched house was stunned and wanted to rush out, but he was used to living a peaceful life and hesitated for a while.
Because the corpses outside were still there, the devil didn't think he had succeeded, and he had some explanations.
This hesitation revealed that the target had disappeared from sight.
Suddenly I felt disappointed and slapped myself on the head. After all, I was old and I had missed this opportunity.
Damn it!
If you miss the opportunity, will you really die of old age?
He was holding a talisman in his hand. This was his trump card, a second-level fireball talisman.
Even the common fireball talisman is of the second level and has the power of one strike in the foundation building stage.
Maybe, a sneak attack can kill the enemy instantly.
This made him feel very guilty and regretful.
This may be the only opportunity in this life.
Then, he slapped himself hard on the head.
As people get older, they also become stupid.
That little devil is willing to give up anything, but he will never give up on those villagers.
These are all the resources of the devil.
Yes, Wan Jing didn't fly far at all and landed directly at the formation just now.
There were only dense white bones left there, and they shattered when touched, obviously losing their essence.
But there is an extra piece of skin in the center of the formation.
It was covered with crawling bloody lines.
Wan Jing made a few handprints, and the lines slowly disappeared. A medium-grade talisman and the ethnography bag were completed.
It doesn't take too many people to practice it, and you can reach the top level.
Wan Jing grabbed him and headed back directly.,
Don't dare to waste any second, worrying about the enemy chasing you at any time.
In a few seconds, we arrived at the village.
When the flying sword falls, spiritual power is injected into the human race bag.
Rolling wailing sounds were accompanied by black mist, which surged out, and wherever it passed, villagers and the like were all sucked into it.
These villagers have inhaled hundreds of them, and with the addition of innate warriors, the human race bag may be upgraded to a top-quality talisman.
When it reaches the highest level, it can attract tens of thousands of people, which is enough to complete the mission.
However, because of this, you can only enter, but cannot exit, and it is a one-time use.
If one more village could be sacrificed to blood, including the spiritual root cultivators in it, there would be a high chance of being upgraded to a primary magic weapon.
At that time, it can be put away and retracted, and can be used multiple times.
Wan Jing had these thoughts, and suddenly a talisman light flashed across, and a fireball shot out.
Damn it.
Wan Jing's expression changed greatly, he hurriedly retreated, and the flying bone sword flew away.
Boom, the bone flying sword hit and exploded.
But it's still too close.
Wan Jing screamed. He was not hit directly, but he was blown away. Most of his body was covered in flames, and he was seriously injured instantly.
Whoosh!
A sword light flashed across.
Bells and talismans, refined iron flying swords.
A very ordinary flying sword.
However, the old man was born as a mortal and worked part-time to earn money. He was already quite old when he got the flying sword, so he had no hope of warming up the magic weapon, so he chose a cheap magic weapon.
This fine iron flying sword is of lower quality and naturally cheaper.
Therefore, the village chief also gave up any further plans and exchanged his life savings for a foundation-building talisman, which he used as a trump card and could be passed down to future generations.
Hiding under the corpse, the old village chief was obviously prepared for a sneak attack. His position was also excellent, and he almost guessed where Wan Jing would return.
He was so cunning and cunning that he succeeded with one blow.
The flying sword penetrated Wan Jing's body, and Wan Jing, who was burning with flames, became motionless.
Although he did not die immediately, he soon became a charred corpse.
The knife did not take action and killed mortals for no reason. He was still a little unhappy, even though he was not the Holy Mother.
In this case, the Demonic Way is not suitable for me to be an undercover agent, so I plan to find another host.
It would be more convenient to change to one with spiritual roots.
It is best for those with few spiritual roots to work as casual cultivators and support themselves to quickly improve their strength. Then they can walk around, do transactions, and make a profit first by buying and selling, and then it depends on the situation.
"Haha! I will complete the trial on your behalf and get the chance to build the foundation." The old village chief laughed wildly with excitement.
I have always dreamed of building a foundation, and the opportunity just came to me.
As soon as these words came out, Xiaodao became unhappy.
Not even a good product?
Immediately the spiritual liquid was thrown out.
Moisturize.
The flames on the unconscious Wan Jing were extinguished quickly, and his body recovered quickly.
He woke up immediately from his coma.
The laughing village chief was not careless and was still staring at the corpse of the devil.
Seeing this change, his face changed, and the fine iron flying sword turned and stabbed again.
Bell!
A mouthful (drop) of blood spurted out, and the white bone bell was stained with blood and rang.
not good!
The old village chief suddenly started shaking.
If you are just activating the primary magic weapon, the sound of the bell can still compete with it. After all, you have been practicing for a lifetime.
But it is inspired by this essence and blood.
Not to mention him, even his fine-iron flying sword missed a big shot and passed by Wan Jing at a distance of more than one meter.
The bone flying sword flew up with cracks on it.
Originally, a primary magical weapon would not be injured if it was hit by a fireball.
However, the magic weapon formed by magic tricks is somewhat weaker than other magic weapons, and its texture is even worse.
However, it does not affect use.
The bone-white flying sword passed by.
The old man's heart was pierced.
he died.
The devil naturally has a way to confirm his death.
Wan Jing immediately activated the human seed bag again and collected all the other corpses.
The village chief's body was not like this. Instead, it was carried and flew away with all its strength on the flying sword.
After he left, within a moment of tea time, a flying boat shot over at high speed, and three foundation-building monks flew down from above, as well as more than a dozen Qi-training monks.
He quickly checked everything around him.
And he actually opened the formation of thatched cottage directly and easily.
There are no corpses left, and the aura here is definitely demonic.
"The damn devil bastard actually appeared here."
Notify immediately to alert other villages and notify immediately if any abnormalities are found.
The eyes of the others lit up. Killing the demon bastard will give you a lot of rewards.
"Don't be careless. If you are just a casual cultivator of the devil's path, that's all."
""If a demon kid is on a trial mission, he has the ability to destroy everything. If he is careless, even if he builds a foundation, he may be in trouble.
"She shouldn't be strong, and there is no breakthrough formation, but the village chief still has some blood and rushed out to save the villagers.
Pity.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. The devil may not have escaped far away. Finding him and killing him is what we should do."
good……!
The three foundation-building practitioners discussed it, and each led a few Qi-training monks to search separately.
"Hey, even the defensive array in the village cannot be broken. It must be just the Qi training period. There is no foundation building. Killing it is not a problem." One of the foundation building smiled and took out a talisman.
.
The credit for killing the devil boy belongs to me.
As for Wan Jing, he flew far away in one breath until there was not much spiritual energy left.
After all, if you don’t have spiritual roots, even if you practice Qi to the Great Perfection, the spiritual energy in your body will be three points less than those with spiritual roots, and it will not be pure.
Coupled with the loss of essence and blood, he was very tired.
If you encounter an enemy at this time, you won't be able to use even half of your strength.
He landed on a hilltop in the wilderness, looked around, quickly dug a hole and hid in it.
After entering, Wan Jing bit his finger and carefully drew some magic patterns on the old village chief's body. Then he put his hand on the dead old village chief's head and muttered something.
The old village chief's body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon became a mummy.
At this time, Wan Jing's complexion had completely recovered, and even the lost blood and essence had recovered, and he even felt like he was about to break through.
But he knew that this was an illusion. He had no spiritual roots. If he had, this fresh Qi-training Dzogchen body that had just been killed had spiritual roots, and there was still half a chance of a breakthrough. But now there is absolutely no chance.
