From the beginning of the fight to conquer the world

Chapter 243 Spirit Realm

Chapter 243 Spirit Realm

Looking indifferently at the big fighter who fell limply on the ground, Fan Ling glanced at the nearly ten blood guards who had been killed because of the counterattack of these two big fighters, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

These blood guards were carefully cultivated by him, and he didn't know how much resources and efforts he had spent on them.

Thinking of this, Fan Ling wished he could shoot a few arrows at the two cold corpses on the ground!

"Fortunately, there is a volume of rare Xuan-level advanced flying fighting skills as compensation, otherwise it will be a big loss!"

With a grunt in his heart, Fan Ling felt better.

Turning his head and looking coldly at the other black-skull tomb spirit fighter who was entangled by Elder Han and couldn't separate himself, Fan Ling said indifferently: "Mohan, hand over the things yourself, so that I can leave you something. A whole corpse. Otherwise, you should know the methods of our Blood Sect..."

Dodging the attack of the opponent in front of him gloomyly, the middle-aged man who was called Moorhan said hoarsely: "Fan Ling, your Blood Sect attacked our Black Skull Tomb for no reason, and the tomb owner will definitely not let it go, just wait." , you will regret it!"

Laughing coldly, Fan slightly waved the bow and arrow in his hand, pointing at Mohan who was full of resentment, the tip of the arrow was filled with blood, and the pupils of the eyes were constricted at this moment...

At a certain moment, under the strong attack of Elder Han, he finally found the flaw that Mohan was caught off guard. He loosened his finger, and a bloody arrow shot out. Moments later, Mohan's chest was shot. It was shot by a long arrow.

"To die!"

Moorhan, who realized that he had reached a dead end, was also fierce. He was seriously injured by Fan Ling's cold arrow. He ignored the blood in his mouth and kept spitting out, but he lost the weapon in his hand and frantically faced the drama of being cut off by his opponent. Pain, the other arm clung to the latter tightly, and shouted with a ferocious face: "Bone burst!"

"Elder Han, back quickly!"

Seeing the black skull tomb powerhouse who suddenly turned strangely purple, Fan Ling's expression changed, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Oh!"

As soon as Fan Ling shouted, Moorhan exploded, and the violent energy fluctuations of the explosion directly lifted nearly half a foot of soil from the nearby ground, and the blood-sect fighting spirit expert Fan Ling had always called Elder Han , was also ragged, his skin was ripped apart, and his face was so pale that he almost died in one breath.

"damn it!"

Seeing that Elder Han, who had lost his fighting power even though he lost his life, Fan Ling cursed angrily.

Originally thought that these people from the Black Skull Tomb were just a soft-shelled turtle, but they didn't expect to be bitten by this bastard in a moment of carelessness!

"Pooh"

Clutching his chest, Elder Han took a few breaths, spat out a mouthful of blood, glanced at only a dozen blood guards left on his side and himself who was seriously injured, couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

I didn't expect these people from the Black Skull Tomb to be so brave and fearless. The two strong fighters on my side were twice as many as the other, and in the end they just won miserably...

What a struggle!

But in the end, the opponent was completely wiped out, and the whole process took only ten minutes. Even if the movement just now caught the attention of some people, they still had time to evacuate safely.

Outside the arena, Fan Ling, who had been pulling the bowstring all the time, also breathed a sigh of relief. He dropped the bow and arrow in his hand, walked forward quickly, snatched the long knife from a blood guard, and looked at the rest of Mohan on the ground. Broken limbs.

It wasn't until he found a piece of finger with the ring that Fan Ling was finally relieved again.

"It's okay, it's okay, if this ring is blown up by him, it will be called bad luck!"

The tip of the knife lightly picked up the ring on Moorhan's finger, and Fan Ling flipped it in a hurry. After a while, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"What's the matter? How is it possible!" Holding the ring tightly, Fan Ling couldn't help shouting angrily.

"Young Sect Master?" Elder Han dragged his seriously injured body and looked at the crazy Fan Ling suspiciously.

"No! There are no flying fighting skills here!"

Fan Ling threw Na Jie to the ground with a look of fury.

"No?!" Elder Han's expression also changed drastically. "Could it be that that is not Moorhan's ring?"

Hearing Elder Han's words, Fan Ling was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly shouted at the remaining blood guards: "Look for it! Find it for me! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find the ring!"

Although this possibility is very small, Fan Ling still holds the last hope in his heart...

But, the reality is cruel.

On a tree trunk, a blood shadow flashed strangely, looking at the blood sect man who was crazy below, a bloody smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Hehehe, it seems that our Young Sect Master Fan Ling will have to work hard for nothing this time. The volume of fighting skills you are looking for is probably also looking for the Black Skull Tomb..."

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His gaze turned back to the Blood Sect sect in Twilight City.

In a quiet room, Li Chenfeng and Yao Lao were sitting opposite each other.

"Little guy, do you know how dangerous what you did before?" Yao Lao looked serious, obviously preparing to teach his daring apprentice a lesson.

Li Chenfeng had a serious face, and obediently admitted his mistake: "Teacher, this disciple already knows his mistake, don't worry, next time this disciple will definitely not make fun of his own life..."

"It's good that you understand." Yao Lao nodded, very satisfied with Li Chenfeng's attitude of admitting his mistakes. "Don't forget, you are not just a loner now, you have to consider the consequences of every move you make."

"Although I don't object to your taking risks, such a meaningless joke about your own life is disrespectful to yourself!"

"Don't forget, I'm still waiting for you to refine my body and help me resurrect!"

In the last sentence, Yao Lao also put on a smile again, apparently not really angry with Li Chenfeng's actions.

After all, the final facts proved that he succeeded.

Successfully obtained a clone with the strength of a six-star Douhuang, and a clone that can communicate with him, which greatly improved Li Chenfeng's strength.

"Teacher, don't worry, with the student's current growth rate, I believe this day will come soon!" Li Chenfeng assured, patting his chest.

"Heh!" Yao Lao shook his head and smiled. "You! If I said that I still had some confidence before, but now your soul power has directly dropped to a small level, and I don't know when it will recover..."

"Another point is that it is very difficult to refine this Bone Melting Blood Pill. Although it is a seventh-rank pill, it is not too much to put it in the eighth-rank level. So if you want to take me 100%, I'm afraid you have to Have the psychological preparation to break through the eighth grade alchemist.

And among them, there is another difficulty, that is, if you want to become an eighth-rank alchemist, your soul power must reach the spiritual realm..."

The so-called spiritual realm requires the soul to possess the spiritual effect of the pill, and the premise of this effect is that the soul must be filled with enough spiritual energy, but this so-called spiritual energy, if there is no special soul The method of cultivation is completely unfeeling.

(End of this chapter)