Feng Peilan's last consciousness was to feel a sharp knife cut through his neck, and then the whole person fell into eternal darkness.

And at this time, if anyone else was present, they would see Feng Peilan, who was in a state of sluggishness and confusion, and his head was decapitated by the blood drinking madness knife in Fang Bai's hand.

In the months of retreat and cultivation in Qingzhu Village before, not only did Su Linglong's four daughters' realm cultivation increase greatly, but even Fang Bai's strength had improved a lot, and the power of the three styles of the Crazy Sword had increased a lot, otherwise if Fang Bai wanted to kill Feng Peilan at this moment, I am afraid it would be much more difficult.

When dueling with Feng Peilan, Fang Bai used the first form of the three forms of the Crazy Knife to "devour blood" to block Feng Peilan's all-out attack, the second form of "Soul Breaking" to launch a counterattack against Feng Peilan, and the third form of "Annihilation" confused Feng Peilan's mind, and then took her life.

After killing Feng Peilan at a very small price, Fang Bai was full of pride, looking up to the sky and roaring, thinking that after this battle, the only person in the world who could receive his mad sword three styles was probably the only one above the universe level.

In other words, on this Heavenly Holy Continent, Fang Bai's strength had already reached the pinnacle, and he was a well-deserved first person.

"The personal disciple of the first-grade sect, whose strength and status are equivalent to the sect master of the second-grade sect, should have a lot of good things on him!"

Fang Bai walked over to Feng Peilan's corpse and took off the spatial ring on her finger.

The space ring that Feng Peilan was wearing was a high-grade storage spirit weapon, and after Fang Bai took it in his hand and looked at it a few times, he injected a wisp of vitality into it to see what was piled up in it.

The space area of the high-grade storage spirit weapon was many times larger than that of the medium-grade storage spirit weapon, and it could accommodate more cultivation resources, after Fang Bai injected the vitality into the space ring, a mountain-like cultivation resource suddenly appeared in front of him.

Compared to the cultivation resources in Fang Bai's space ring, which were all randomly placed and disorganized, Feng Peilan's space ring was much more orderly, and the cultivation resources of various grades were stacked together in different categories, which looked clear at a glance.

Fang Bai's gaze slowly swept over those cultivation resources, and a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, thinking that this Feng Peilan was worthy of being a disciple of the First Rank Sect, and the cultivation resources accumulated in her spatial ring were not only more numerous, but also higher in rank than Qiu Heming, the elder of the Wind Valley, who had fallen into her hands.

Qiu Heming's accumulated cultivation resources are mainly medium-grade cultivation resources, and in Feng Peilan's spatial ring, in addition to a large number of medium-grade cultivation resources, there is also a small part of high-grade cultivation resources.

Don't look at the high-grade cultivation resources that only account for a few, but their value far exceeds all the other cultivation resources in the space ring.

What made Fang Bai even happier was that in the corner of the space ring, there were actually a bunch of high-grade space wind crystals and a high-grade space stone the size of a grinding plate.

The space wind crystal is the main material for building the wind spirit weapon, and the space stone is the main material for building the storage spirit weapon, both of which are extremely scarce treasures, and the higher the grade, the more expensive they are.

After Fang Bai obtained this high-grade space stone, he could create a batch of high-grade space rings, and in the future, he would no longer have to worry about having nowhere to store his cultivation resources.

"Most of the first-grade sects and Yu-level powerhouses in the True Martial Realm are concentrated in the Shenwu Continent, it seems that the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi and cultivation resources on the Shenwu Continent are extremely abundant and rich, and I will definitely go there to travel in the future. ”

Fang Bai thought so in his heart, and casually re-engraved the spatial formation on Feng Peilan's spatial ring, and then wore it on his finger.

Fang Bai's spatial formation was extremely mysterious, and after it was engraved on that spatial ring, even if anyone else except himself could get it, they would not be able to open the ring space and obtain the cultivation resources in it.

The Deadly Wind Tomb that was cut off by the Blood Drinking Mania Knife was also included in the space ring by Fang Bai, and he was going to have time to repair it in the future, after all, it was a high-grade spiritual weapon, and for the vast majority of martial artists in this world, it was still a coveted treasure.

Fang Bai ran the Nine Turns True Fire Technique, urging the fire vitality, and patted Feng Peilan's corpse lightly, just listening to the sound of "boom", Feng Peilan's corpse suddenly burned, and after a while, it turned into a pile of dust, and disappeared between heaven and earth with the night wind, leaving no trace.

"At this time, the disciples of Qingzhu Village should have rushed to the Wind Valley, and between the two second-grade sects of Tiansheng Continent, the prelude to the great war must have begun. How can I miss such a big battle?"

Fang Bai looked in the direction of the Wind Valley from afar, the tragic scene of the battle of 10,000 people appeared in front of him, the blood in his body was boiling violently, and after taking a deep breath in the sky, his body was like electricity, shooting towards the direction of the Wind Valley.

A hundred miles away, the other party is nothing, he frantically urged the wind and vitality, his feet almost off the ground, the soles of his feet stepped on the top of the grass and trees and flew forward, in the dark night, so fast that he could hardly see the figure.

If the other martial artists swept with all their might, their vitality would be rapidly consumed, and the faster Fang Bai's speed of sweeping, the more rapidly the chaotic true yuan in the sea of qi would rotate, and the surrounding heaven and earth vitality would continue to be absorbed into his body, and this speed would actually exceed the consumption rate of his vitality.

Therefore, when Fang Bai ran out of a hundred miles to reach the Swift Wind Valley, not only was his vitality not consumed at all, but it was more vigorous and full than before, and the state of the whole person had reached an unprecedented peak.

In front of the mountain gate outside the Wind Valley, there were many corpses lying horizontally and vertically, most of these corpses belonged to the disciples of the Wind Valley, and the disciples of Qingzhu Village fell very rarely.

Obviously, the combined attack formation taught by Fang Bai played a great role and achieved an overwhelming advantage in the duel.

Fang Bai's divine sense spread forward, and found that from the mountain gate all the way forward, the road was full of severed limbs of the disciples of Qingzhu Village and Wind Valley, and a rich and disgusting bloody aura permeated the night, and some of the disciples of the two major sects who had been severely injured and lost their combat strength were rolling on the ground and screaming, and the heart-palpitating howls echoed in the mountains.

It's like hell on earth.

In Fang Bai's previous life, he had experienced thousands of battles, and he had seen a killing scene that was a hundred times more tragic than this, and for him, this scene in front of him was just a piece of cake, not worth it.

Continuing to fly along the mountain road, the divine sense probed that at the end of the mountain road, there was suddenly a huge valley with a radius of dozens of miles.

In the valley, thousands of Qingzhu Sect and the disciples of the Wind Valley were fighting fiercely, and the disciples of the Qingzhu Village formed a large and small combined attack formation, and the disciples of the Wind Valley started a fight, and almost every breath, there would be a warrior screaming and falling in a pool of blood.

Fang Bai's divine sense quickly swept over the thousands of two sect disciples in the valley, and he soon found that Su Linglong, Zhuge Lian, Linghu Qianjiao, and Linghu Baimei were forming a small formation to besiege an elder of the Wind Valley.

The four of them were only Hong-level entry-level powerhouses, and when they joined forces, they actually fought undefeated against the Swift Wind Valley elder who had the strength of the Celestial-level high-level.

(End of chapter)