Chapter 110: The Evil Land of the Undead under the Darkness
Breaking through to the eighth level of the Blood Sea Scroll, his vitality surged and his strength improved greatly. However, Lin Ke faintly felt that his heart and bloodline's ability to withstand vitality had become weaker.
In other words, he must continue to improve his physical strength in order to withstand the increasingly powerful impact of vitality.
Compare the physical body to a cauldron and the vitality to the fire in the cauldron.
Now, the temperature of the flame in the cauldron has increased greatly and is about to melt the cauldron, so the only way is to make the cauldron more powerful.
"My current vitality thickness is 810 inches, and the thickness of the vitality in the ninth level of the Blood Sea Scroll reaches 2,400 inches. I have to condense at least fifteen body refining marks before my physical body can withstand that amount of energy.
Strong vitality.”
Practicing the Blood Sea Scroll not only gave Lin Ke powerful strength, but also made his cultivation speed slower. Moreover, every time he advanced to a higher level, the consumption of resources reached a crazy level.
"We must first condense the twelfth body refining brand as soon as possible."
Lin Ke was now refining spiritual blood at an extremely fast speed. After drinking a sip, there were dozens of drops, and soon it was completely refined and absorbed, and the thickness of the vitality in his body increased by seven to eight inches.
As long as he can improve his cultivation level, Lin Ke can enter the cultivation state no matter where he is.
At night.
A cold wind blows from Qinghu Lake, causing the bamboo forest on Qifeng Island to sway and make bamboo leaves fly all over the sky.
Lin Ke noticed an unusual aura, suddenly opened his eyes, and stared at the bamboo forest in the distance. He saw black miasma pouring out of the forest.
And there were heavy footsteps walking in the forest, stepping on bamboo branches and fallen leaves, coming towards the direction of the forest.
"There is such a strong yin energy. After dark, Qifeng Island seems to become a little weird."
Lin Ke did not dare to be careless and stared closely at the direction where the footsteps came from.
Gradually, a figure with disheveled hair appeared in his sight, standing on the edge of the bamboo forest, giving people a strange feeling.
"May I ask if you are also an inner saint of Qifeng Island?" Lin Ke asked.
The figure with disheveled hair suddenly raised its head, revealing a shriveled, waxy face, extremely ferocious, with blood-red pupils.
It looks like a human being, but also looks like a ghost.
"Ouch!"
There was a long and sharp roar, and the figure with hair spread out leaped more than ten meters high, and struck Lin Ke straight with a pair of dry palms.
"Why did you attack me?"
Lin Ke moved sideways to avoid the opponent.
"Bang."
The withered palm hit the boulder behind Lin Ke, leaving a huge five-finger handprint half a meter long. The handprint was deeply concave, showing how powerful the power of that palm was.
Immediately afterwards, the disheveled figure struck a second blow, hitting Lin Ke in the abdomen.
The wind in the palm is extremely cold.
Lin Ke punched him and fought with him.
"Boom."
The powerful fist force set off a hurricane, blowing up the long hair of the figure, revealing an extremely dry face. It was like a layer of old skin covering the skull, and there were signs of decay in some places.
"It's a dead body."
Lin Ke took a deep breath and quickly backed away.
How could a dead body, which should have been buried underground, crawl out and attack him?
Could it be that Xie Zihan is using psychic skills to control the dead body?
"It's really lawless!"
Lin Ke released his soul, covering the entire Qifeng Island, to detect Xie Zihan's traces.
It would have been better not to investigate. Once he did, Lin Ke discovered that there was a lot of cold and cold atmosphere on the island, almost like a bad land of the undead.
No fluctuations in Xie Zihan's vitality were found, nor were there any fluctuations in the vitality of other inner sect saints. However, the top of the mountain in the center of the island could not be explored. It seemed that there was quite an incredible treasure that was resisting his soul.
On the top of the peak, Jie Zang Jian and Xie Bei stand side by side, looking towards the edge of the island.
Jie Wei said: "How long can he hold on?"
Jie Zangjian thought for a while and said: "Zang Feng's strength is not weak. As long as we don't encounter some powerful guys and persist until dawn, there should be no problem."
"Don't forget, he is a body-refining warrior. It's easy to deal with corpse soldiers. What should you do if you encounter ghost soldiers?" Xie Wei said.
The ghost soldier is an illusory spirit body. No matter how strong the physical body is, it is difficult to cause harm to it.
Only the warrior's vitality can hurt the ghost soldiers.
Jie Zangjian smiled and said: "Zang Feng's speed is so fast. It may not be that easy for ordinary ghost soldiers to catch up with him."
Not far away from the Xie brothers and sisters, there were two figures.
One of them is a man in his twenties, holding a long gun, tall and tall, with three-dimensional features. He has remained silent, sitting on a stone bench, wiping the tip of the gun.
His name is Zhuge Ming, and he belongs to the tenth level of the Great Martial Scripture.
The other one, standing next to Xie Wei, looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old. She was a pretty girl with pink hair, two pigtails on her head, and her eyes were big and round.
Her name is Shui Ling'er, she is on the ninth level of the "Great Martial Arts", and she once reached the second place on the "Tiger List" in the outer sect. Many people speculate that if she continues to settle down for a year, she may not be able to beat the "Tiger List".
The Baiyun Song of One.
Unfortunately, she seemed to have no interest in being ranked number one on the "Tiger List". With a rapid speed, she directly hit the ninth heaven and became the youngest guru since the establishment of Qinghe Holy Mansion.
"This Zangfeng is really just a body-refining warrior. Can he still defeat Bai Yunge who has broken through to the ninth heaven realm?" Shui Ling'er blinked in disbelief.
Jie Wei said: "Zang Feng does have real abilities, which cannot be compared to those children from good families."
"Hehe, sister rarely praises a man, so I must take a closer look to see what is so great about this Zangfeng?" Shui Lingxian smiled playfully.
When Zhuge Ming heard Jie Mei praising Zang Feng and kept wiping his spear, he couldn't help but glance down the mountain.
On the edge of the island, there were waves of water, making a "swishing" sound.
On the beach, Lin Ke and the dead body with disheveled hair fought dozens of moves.
"Three folds facing the wind."
Lin Ke mobilized eleven body-refining brands, concentrated them on his right arm, and struck with a sudden punch, directly smashing the corpse's arm into pieces and throwing the withered body more than ten feet away.
With a "pop" sound, it fell into Qinghu Lake.
Lin Ke's eyes suddenly turned cold. He looked up at the steep mountain peaks that were more than a thousand meters high and shouted: "Xie Zihan, as a saint of Qinghe Holy Mansion, you have gone too far!"
Still no response.
Instead, more rapid footsteps sounded in the bamboo forest. And there were balls of green will-o'-the-wisps flying out of the forest together with the black miasma.
Lin Ke hummed softly, performed a one-step technique, stepped on the void, and flew to the top of the bamboo forest.
Then, he stepped on the top of the green bamboo and rushed towards the peak in the center of the island.
He planned to have a face-to-face argument with Xie Zihan, but he didn't believe that Hei Wuchang, the seventh person on the "Dragon List", could really be lawless.
At the top of the mountain, Shui Ling'er showed a look of surprise and said: "A body-refining warrior can actually soar for a long time with the help of bamboo branches. To what extent does he have control over his power?"
In Shui Ling'er's impression, body-training warriors were all like Qi Hong, with well-developed limbs and simple minds, relying solely on brute force to charge forward. How could Zang Feng be so nimble and agile?
Xie Wei's eyelids shrank and she said, "What is he going to do? Why is he coming in our direction?"
"I'm afraid he wants to climb a mountain." Jie Zangjian saw Lin Ke's intention.
Xie Wei said: "How is it possible? If he stayed on the edge of the island, he probably wouldn't be able to meet those powerful guys. But if he breaks into the depths of the island, he will definitely escape death."
"Besides, the peak is more than a thousand meters high, surrounded by steep cliffs. The rock is hard and smooth. How can he climb it without an iron lock on the mountain? No, I have to report to the island owner to prevent any loss of life."
Xie Mei's heart was not as cold as her appearance, and she immediately walked to the Taoist temple, not wanting to see Zang Feng die on Qifeng Island.
With Lin Ke's current cultivation level, it is not difficult to perform the One-Step Technique more than ten times in a row.
Stepping on the top of the bamboo, the speed is extremely fast.
Occasionally, corpse soldiers would jump up from the ground and attack him. However, they were all hit by the flying knives he fired in advance, and fell back to pieces.
Lin Ke gradually approached the towering and majestic peaks. Suddenly, he stopped and stared ahead with a solemn face.
I saw a tall and thin figure with a pair of black wings on its back, standing on the top of a green bamboo, like a ghost. As the bamboo swayed, he also swayed.
"Wow."
A breeze came and blew the hair from his face.
Lin Ke saw his face clearly and his expression was startled: "Ten old ghosts, old eagles."
No one could have imagined that this old devil would actually appear on Qifeng Island, the main altar of Qinghe Holy Mansion.
wrong……
Ying Lao's eyes were burning with will-o'-the-wisps, and there was no life wave on his body. He turned out to be a dead corpse.
Lin Ke remembered that a year ago, Ying Laodu was still alive. In order to practice a kind of demonic martial arts, he killed thousands of people and extracted their blood to use as medicine.
At that time, the incident caused a huge sensation, and Lin Ke even wanted to set out to kill him.
Who would have thought that this powerful old devil would be killed and his dead body would appear on Qifeng Island?
"No, Zang Feng actually met Mr. Ying." Jie Zangjian's expression suddenly changed, and he was about to go down the mountain to rescue Zang Feng.
"Wait a minute."
Xie Zihan, wearing a black robe and a bone mask, walked out of the Taoist temple and said: "Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you claiming that Zang Feng is very strong? The owner of this island wants to see if he can support himself in the hands of Elder Ying.
How long? If you want to join Qifeng Island, this is an assessment of his strength, and I will not accept waste."