Cheng Lin stared at Feixue burying the body at his feet.
In such a low-temperature environment, without the active defense of spiritual energy, the body of a casual cultivator will become as hard as iron in just two minutes.
"call."
Let out a gentle breath.
Cheng Lin stretched out his hand, opened his palm, and took the five-core puppet that was slowly walking back into the space.
Then, he stabbed 91 and He Jian hard into the frozen soil at his feet, reached out and picked up the strange spiritual sword that killed the casual cultivator.
After making a low-temperature fireball, Cheng Lin looked at the sword by the light.
The degree of damage was not high, only worse than my own 91. The whole body was dark green, and the tip of the sword was stained with blood that had frozen into ice.
"Sure enough."
Cheng Lin sighed.
When I went to redeem the spirit sword, I had already discovered that He Jian could control the other spirit swords from the sword formation.
During this period, it has been repaired many times, and the function of He Jian has been strengthened.
When the casual cultivator took out the spirit sword, the He sword in Cheng Lin's hand was already ready to move.
Until then, he summoned him, holding the He Sword in his hand, and issued an order to directly control the weapons in the casual cultivator, and kill him when he was unprepared.
"You really died unjustly." Cheng Lin shook his head.
Being killed by one's own weapons is not an ordinary injustice.
Cheng Lin was still thinking whether to use a puppet to kill him or try to control his weapons. Unexpectedly, this man made his own choice.
"Those who kill will always be killed. Just be an ordinary person in your next life."
Cheng Lin sighed and whispered to the corpse.
He retracted the He Jian with his backhand. The next moment, he suddenly frowned, and the black flags in the space trembled again.
He understood that this was probably because the war spirit wanted to absorb the soul power of the casual cultivator. The soul power of the third-grade cultivator should be considered a good ration. However, after hesitating for a while, he did not summon the black flag after all.
He doesn't want to imprison human souls.
Even if... the other party is not a good person and wants to kill him, Cheng Lin doesn't want to do this.
This has nothing to do with the "Holy Mother". He is just worried that once he does it, it will be equivalent to opening a hole in his soul. Today he can swallow the souls of "bad people", but tomorrow he may swallow the souls of ordinary practitioners... Some
Things should not be touched. Once touched, it is easy to fall into the mire.
"I don't want your soul anymore, but I'm not going to let go of what's on your body."
Cheng Lin smiled, squatted down, and began to search him.
I opened my clothes and rummaged around in my pockets. After a while, I finally found out everything valuable.
Looking at the small pile of things on the ground, Cheng Lin was a little unhappy: "Poor guy..."
On the ground, there is a spirit sword, five pieces of ordinary spirit ore, and three pieces of fine spirit ore.
One bottle of medicine and one small bottle without label.
Previously, a certain casual cultivator spent 500,000 yuan on that "refreshing and refreshing" spiritual plant.
It's gone.
"Is this all there is on Tangtang Third Grade?" Cheng Lin looked at the corpse with some disdain.
However, he also understood that they did not have storage space and equipment, so they naturally carried much less stuff.
Although disappointed, Cheng Lin still quickly put the things away.
In the meantime, he looked carefully at the unlabeled potion bottle by the firelight.
"This bottle looks familiar. It seems to be the poison that Black Fang's casual cultivator still has on Cao Wei in the fairy island projection?"
Cheng Lin secretly shook it, but unfortunately, the poison had frozen into a lump of ice. Fortunately, the bottle was strong, otherwise it would have exploded long ago.
"No wonder he didn't put any poison during the battle. It turned out he was frozen."
Cheng Lin laughed.
By this time, the casual cultivator was already freezing to death.
Dusting off the snow from the hem of his clothes, Cheng Lin stood up holding two spiritual swords.
Suddenly, the snowfield became much brighter.
If he felt something, he looked up.
I saw that the dark clouds in the sky had dispersed at some point, and half of the silver moon was exposed from behind the thick clouds. A Milky Way rolled through the torn clouds, and thousands of tiny stars shone like diamonds hanging in the sky.
Have the dark clouds cleared?
Cheng Lin was a little surprised, but although the clouds dispersed, the flying snow did not stop. The snow and storm seemed to come from another space, penetrating the invisible barrier and landing here.
Then, a strange scene appeared in Cheng Lin's eyes:
The dark clouds were torn apart, revealing the dazzling Milky Way. Against this clear background, there was a biting cold wind and blizzards flying. Countless stars fell on the earth along with the flying snow. The darkness dispersed and the snowfield seemed to light up.
Looking up at the sky, Cheng Lin felt it was interesting at first, but the next moment it was as if a machine had jammed and stopped moving.
If there are practitioners nearby, they will definitely feel that with Cheng Lin as the center, the surrounding spiritual energy condenses rapidly, enters the body through the pores of the skin, and gradually condenses into a vortex.
The gathering of spiritual energy caused the wind direction to change, and the cold wind roared in, making his thick winter coat make a sound.
Under the brim of the hat, his hair was wet with snow, and then white gas evaporated. Through the white gas, you could see his hot and rosy skin!
This change lasted for half a minute before the fluctuations dissipated.
Cheng Lin was stunned and woke up after a moment:
He actually advanced to the third level.
…
…
"Have you upgraded?" Cao Wei asked in surprise.
"Yes." Cheng Lin nodded.
The little girl seemed to be furious, and suddenly stretched out her fist and hit him "hard".
"what?"
"Humph, who asked you to surpass me? I'm angry!" Cao Wei said angrily, with a very confident tone.
Cheng Lin suddenly couldn't laugh or cry.
They were sitting on a mountain col with the wind at their back. Cao Wei had spent a lot of time and was resting, while Cheng Lin was watching the little girl lose her temper.
Third grade.
It came suddenly, without any warning.
After being stuck for a week, Cheng Lin never passed the last hurdle. It wasn't until just now that he suddenly broke through after killing the casual cultivator.
Unexpected joy.
Actually, if you think about it, it's natural.
When I came back from the Fairy Island, I had already vaguely reached the peak. After a week of playing, I had relieved all the pressure from my body, practiced it once, and tasted the taste of powerful power.
Coupled with the "excess" accumulated during the great flood, the mood improved.
He crossed this threshold naturally.
"So, you beat him to death because he upgraded?" Cao Wei asked with curiosity on her face.
"Yes." Cheng Lin said honestly.
Hearing this, Cao Wei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her right hand and patted her chest, looking like she was relieved, and muttered: "Let me just say, they are all second-grade, you can't be better than me, I
I can't even kill him..."
Cheng Lin was speechless, wondering if it would be interesting for you to compare this?
"Here, this is the loot I found. Let's share it."
When Cao Wei heard that the spoils were going to be divided, her little ears immediately perked up, but when she saw the pitiful thing on the ground clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then looked over suddenly: "Cheng Lin, are you hiding it for yourself?
Already?"
"ah?"
"Why is he so poor?"
"How do I know? It's probably because... Black's organization is strapped for funds, right?" Cheng Lin guessed.
Cao Wei was confused: "Aren't they supported by Waiguoren? Are they still short of money?"
Cheng Lin laughed, reached out and patted her on the head, saying, "There are poor people even in crooked nuts."
"Don't pat me on the head, the president is not tall." She protested, then looked at the pitiful trophies on the ground, thoughtfully.
Seeing her like this, Cheng Lin shook his head and smiled, and was about to say something. Suddenly, he saw Cao Wei's demeanor change suddenly: "There is movement!"
"What?"
"Come on!"
Cao Wei said a word, pulled Cheng Lin to his feet, ran a few steps outside, and came to the edge of the Leeward Mountain Col. The two of them picked up the stones and looked into the distance. The next moment, the big one and the small one suddenly gasped at the same time.