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No doubt he was jealous.

No longer hesitating, he leapt forward and moved forward.

"Who?"

"Bold!" The old man in the team, the only innate warrior, yelled, and jumped forward to meet him.

The qi cultivator in the sedan chair also reacted, and hurriedly took out the storage bag.

Innate warriors can fight and practice Qi.

The old man punched Wanjing with a powerful punch, locking onto Wanjing.

Wanjing flicked his wrist.

The bone bell hanging above rang.

Immediately, the old man shook as if he had drunk wine.

The others didn't squeeze, fell to the ground and passed out.

Afterwards, Wan Jing patted his waist.

A bone sword shot away.

Did not enter the sedan chair.

Before the immortal cultivator recovered from the dizziness, he was directly pierced between the eyebrows by the bone flying sword.

Here, Wan Jing didn't stop, and with a slap, he had already covered the heavenly spirit cover on the head of the old man who was a congenital warrior.

The old man's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wanjing made a comfortable voice, and his condition was unprecedentedly good.

A gleam of red light flashed in his eyes, and a trace of killing intent gushed out.

Then he jumped up and arrived in front of the sedan chair in a blink of an eye. After confirming the death of the immortal cultivator, he took off the storage bag at his waist and checked it.

Lingshi? Panacea?

Wanjing was ecstatic.

But x Xiaodao doesn't like it, there are only thirteen spirit stones, and the spirit pill is the lowest level of the lower level.

It is worse than the ones produced by the factory in Shuilanxing Small World.

"Look at his waist!" Xiaodao reminded.

Wan Jing was taken aback, and quickly checked.

A little ashes.

He was taken aback.

"He's dead, the talisman is broken, I'm afraid someone will come soon." Xiaodao reminded.

This made Wanjing's face change.

Hastily began to set up.

After laying it down, put the monk's corpse in the center, and draw runes with blood.

This is based on monks with spiritual roots as the core, magic means, enough to quickly become a talisman, but it is not enough to get a magic weapon.

Then he hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

Turn around and rush straight to the village.

One does not do two endlessly.

Now that it has been exposed.

No more hiding.

Jump into the village.

"who?"

There was loud shouting.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the bone bell on the wrist.

A crisp bell sounded.

This effect was at least twice as strong as before, and the scope covered the entire village.

Everyone in the village rolled their eyes and fell to the ground before they could react.

"Not good, Moxiu."

Shouting sounded, it turned out to be a congenital warrior.

Wan Jing jumped towards the sound.

Soon, I found it.

Innate warrior.

The explosion of bells, only at a relatively long distance, did not cause coma.

Even so, he couldn't even stand still.

The understanding is pierced by the white bone flying sword.

Three geniuses.

Soon they all died under the flying sword.

It's not that there are only three innates, but the others are closer to the bell, and they also got in the way.

Instead, he saved his life.

In the corner of the village, the inconspicuous thatched cottage is just far away from the bell.

The village chief inside was also the only monk in the village. The old man who had perfected Qi training but had no chance of breakthrough in his life reacted quickly.

Enduring dizziness.

A talisman light soared into the sky, losing its luster in the blink of an eye.

damn!

After all, Wanjing didn't have much experience, so it was already too late to react.

The Bone Flying Sword turned around and headed for the unremarkable thatched hut.

Patterns emerged around the humble thatched cottage, forming a light mask.

"Formation?"

Wan Jing's expression changed, and he urged the Bone Flying Sword again with all his strength.

Attacked one after another, but failed to break through.

The old village chief heaved a sigh of relief, fortunately, it wasn't Foundation Establishment.

"Boy, don't you have any insight? Even if you are building a foundation, don't even think about breaking through my defensive formation in a short time. I have already released the distress talisman, and soon there will be strong people coming." The old man sneered.

At this time, the bell had disappeared, and Wan Jing, who was controlling the flying sword, could not control the two magic weapons at the same time.

He looked carefully at the outside world.

only one person?

What a guts.

I'm afraid it's the devil boy who is trying, but he actually has two magic weapons.

His eyes are constantly changing, he is old and smart, he knows a lot, and he has already guessed the other party's situation.

Hearing the voice, Wan Jing's face changed, and he was worried about the reinforcements.

Even more attacks.

The expression of the old man in the room changed, and his mood was struggling endlessly. The three cultivators of the four spiritual roots thought that this life would be like this, and there were not a few years to live, but now there has been a change. At least one chance to build a foundation.

Moreover, the whole village was baptized by demons, and only myself survived. I didn't even make a move, and I couldn't explain it.

At this time, Wanjing was anxious, and repeatedly urged the bone flying sword to attack the light shield of the thatched cottage. ,

After several blows, Wan Jing was about to give up, but found that the mask was a bit dim.

Immediately overjoyed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood without hesitation.

When it landed on the Bone Flying Sword, the Bone Flying Sword suddenly became more bloody, and its power increased dramatically.

There has been a blow in the early stage of foundation establishment.

The speed was also much faster, and it bombarded the protective light shield of the grass house again.

"Break it for me." The pale Wanjing shouted loudly.

At this time, his complexion is very bad, the righteous way dares to consume blood at will, but he is a demon.

Only one innate, ten mortal fresh corpse blood sacrifices are needed to restore a drop of his blood essence.

He didn't know that the luster was dim just now, and it was because the old man inside took one of the three spirit stones of the formation energy that the effect was weakened.

At this time, seeing the change of Feijian, he was overjoyed, but he quickly put the removed spirit stone on it.

Restoring the protective glow of its thatched cottages again.

This blocked such a full blow.

The mask suddenly dimmed.

It can really block the initial attack of foundation establishment, but such an attack, at most two hits, will definitely break through.

However, Wanjing knew he had been fooled when he saw that the shield recovered before the attack.

Even though he could still spurt out a drop of blood essence, he was nervous and hesitated for a while, intending 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 jumped up to the Bone Flying Sword and flew directly into the distance.

The village chief in the thatched hut was taken aback for a moment, and wanted to rush out, but he was hesitant for a while because he was used to living a peaceful life.

Because the corpses outside were still there, Mo Zizi didn't count as a success, and he had something to say.

With this hesitation, he found that the target had disappeared from his field of vision.

Immediately, I felt a sense of loss, and slapped myself **** the head. After all, I am old, and I have missed such an opportunity.

Damn it!

If you miss the opportunity, will you really die of old age?

At this time, he was holding a talisman in his hand, which was his hole card, a second-level fireball talisman.

Even the common fireball talisman is at the second stage, possessing the power of a single blow in the foundation building stage.

Maybe, the enemy can be killed in seconds under a sneak attack.

This made him feel like he was on fire, and he regretted it a lot.

In this life, maybe there is such a chance.

Then, he slapped himself **** the head again.

When people are old, they are also stupid.

That devil is willing to give up anything, but it is absolutely impossible to give up on those villagers.

These are all the resources of the magic way.

That's right, Wanjing didn't fly far at all, and landed directly at the formation just now.

There are only thick white bones left, and they shatter when touched, obviously losing their essence.

But in the center of the formation, there is an extra piece of skin. ,

It is covered with wriggling **** lines.

Wan Jing made a few handprints, and the lines gradually disappeared. A medium-grade talisman, the ethnographic bag was completed.

It doesn't take too many people to sacrifice and practice, and you can reach the top grade.

Wan Jing grabbed it and went straight back. ,

Don't dare to waste every second, worrying about the enemy chasing at any time.

A few seconds later, we arrived in the village.

Falling from the flying sword, it injected spiritual power into the human race bag.

The wailing sound was accompanied by black mist, gushing out, and all the villagers and the like were sucked into it wherever it passed.

The number of these villagers inhaled is several hundred. With the addition of innate warriors, the race bag may be upgraded to a top-grade talisman weapon.

At the extreme level, you can inhale ten thousand people, which is enough to complete the task.

But because of this, it can only enter, not exit, and it is a one-time operation.

If another village can be blood sacrificed, including the spiritual root cultivators inside, there is a high chance of being upgraded to a primary magic weapon.

At that time, it can be released and collected, and can be used many times.

Wan Jing had these thoughts, suddenly a talisman light flashed across, and a fireball shot towards him.

Damn.

Wan Jing's complexion changed drastically, he hurriedly backed away, and the Bone Flying Sword shot away.

Boom, the Bone Flying Sword hit and exploded.

But still too close.

Wan Jing let out a scream, and was not hit directly, but was also blown away, most of his body was covered in flames, and he was seriously injured instantly.

Whoosh!

A sword light flashed across.

Zhongpin Talisman, Refined Iron Flying Sword.

A very ordinary flying sword.

However, the old man was born as a mortal, and earned his income by working part-time. He was already old when he got the flying sword, so he had no hope of nurturing the magic weapon, so he chose a cheap magic weapon.

But this fine iron flying sword is of low quality, so it is naturally cheap.

Therefore, the village chief also gave up his further plans, and exchanged his life savings for a foundation-building talisman, which can be used as a trump card and bequeathed to future generations.

Hiding under the corpse, the old village chief was clearly prepared for a sneak attack, and the location was excellent, he almost guessed the location of Wanjing's return.

Old and cunning, he succeeded with one blow.

The flying sword pierced through Wanjing's body, and Wanjing, who was burning with flames, remained motionless.

Although he didn't die immediately, he would soon become a scorched corpse.

Xiaodao didn't make a move and killed mortals for no reason. He was still a little upset, even though it wasn't the Holy Mother.

In this case, Mo Dao is not suitable for him to be an undercover agent, so he plans to change to another host.

It is also more convenient to change to one with spiritual roots.

It is best for those with few spiritual roots to be a casual cultivator. With their own support, they can quickly improve their strength, and then walk around and make deals. Those who buy and sell first make a fortune, and then it depends on the situation.

"Haha! I will complete the trial on your behalf and get the chance to build a foundation." The old village head laughed wildly excitedly.

I dreamed of building a foundation, and the opportunity came like this.

As soon as these words came out, Xiaodao became upset.

It's not even a good product?

Immediately, the spirit liquid was thrown out.

Moisturize.

The flames on Wanjing's body, who was still unconscious, quickly extinguished, and his body quickly recovered.

He woke up immediately from a coma.

The laughing village chief was not careless, and was still staring at Mo Zizi's body.

Seeing this change, his expression changed, and the fine iron flying sword made a turn and stabbed again.

bell!

A mouthful (drop) of blood was spurted out, and the bone bell was stained with blood, and it rang.

not good!

The old village chief suddenly shook his body.

If it's just urging the primary magic weapon, the sound of the bell can still compete with one or two, after all, it has been practiced for a lifetime.

But it was inspired by the essence and blood.

Not to mention him, even his fine iron flying sword lost an inch, and swiped past Wanjing with a distance of more than one meter.

The white bone flying sword flew up, with cracks on it.

Originally, the primary magic weapon would not be injured if it was hit by a fireball.

However, the Magical Artifact formed by magic tricks is a bit weaker than other Magical Artifacts, and the texture is even worse.

However, it does not affect usage.

Bone flying sword across.

The old man's heart was pierced.

he died.

Mo Dao naturally has the means to confirm his death.

Wan Jing immediately urged the human race bag again to collect all the other corpses.

This was not the case with the village head's corpse. Instead, he carried it and stepped on the flying sword to go far away with all his strength.

After he left, within a cup of tea, a flying boat flew over at a high speed, and three foundation-building monks and more than a dozen qi-training monks flew down from above.

He quickly checked everything around him.

And even directly and easily opened the formation of the thatched cottage.

There are no corpses left, and the breath here is definitely a method of magic.

"Damn it, you actually appeared here."

Notify immediately, let other villages be vigilant, and notify immediately if any abnormalities are found.

The eyes of the others lit up, devil bastard, he was rewarded a lot for killing it.

"Don't be careless, it's fine if you are a casual cultivator of the devil."

""If a devil boy in a trial mission has the means to burn jade and stone together, if he is careless, even if he builds a foundation, he may be planted.

"It shouldn't be strong, and he didn't break through the formation, but the village chief is still a bit bloody, and he rushed out to save the villagers.

Pity.

"Now is not the time to talk about this. The devil may not run away. Finding him and killing him is what we should do."

good…!

The three foundation-building practitioners discussed it, and each took a few Qi-training monks to search separately.

"Hey~www.wuxiahere.com~ You can't even break through the defensive magic circle in the village. It must be just the Qi training period. The main thing is that there is no foundation building, so killing it is not a problem." A talisman came out.

The credit for killing the devil boy belongs to me.

As for Wanjing, he flew to the distance in one breath, until there was not much spiritual energy left.

After all, without spiritual roots, even if the Qi is perfected, compared with those with spiritual roots, the spiritual energy in the body is three points less, and it is not pure.

Coupled with the loss of essence and blood, he was very tired.

If you meet an enemy at this time, you won't even be able to display half of your strength.

It landed on a small hill 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 lines on the old village chief's body, then put his hand on the dead old village chief's head, muttering 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, Wanjing's complexion has completely recovered, even the lost essence and blood have recovered, and there is even a feeling of breaking through.

But he knew that this was an illusion. He didn't have spiritual roots. If he had, this freshly killed Qi-trained Dzogchen body had half a chance of breaking through with spiritual roots. Now it is absolutely impossible.