"This breath reveals a rotten smell. ”

Stopping outside a battlefield, Lin Fan frowned and looked at the scene not far away, feeling the aura inside that had not completely dissipated.

Lin Fan was in front of him a ruin, among the ruins, there were big pits everywhere, collapsed giant trees, blood stains everywhere, fluttering in the wind, at first glance, it was a rag with an extraordinary texture, but there was no corpse in it.

Even so, Lin Fan still felt a wave of decay from it, which was similar to the previous Qinghe.

It seems that it is because of the age in which they live.

No matter why they were able to appear here across such a long era, but the aura on their bodies, Lin Fan always felt a little out of place with himself and the others.

There are some similarities with the aura on that Qinghe's body.

To use a very simple example, if you enter a brick house in the 50s and enter a building that has only been built in recent years, the feeling is very different.

Compared to these cultivators today, the aura on their bodies contained a kind of ancient, evil, and decay!

As long as people have seen them, they are probably able to tell the difference.

And the situation of these people should not be very good.

Look at the previous Qinghe, and then feel the various breaths left in this battlefield.

Lin Fan understood that no matter how strong these people used to be, but now that they have gone through an unknown number of years of sleep, at least the strength of these people is not very strong now.

Both the body and the soul must have suffered a heavy blow.

Think about the previous Qing He, who was originally an extraordinary person who had already stepped into the Heavenly Ladder Realm, but now he was directly pressed to the ground by Lin Fan and rubbed frantically without the power to resist.

You must know that in his memory, his realm was able to reach five hundred zhang!

The realm of five hundred zhang is a realm that only those strong people who have stepped onto the seventh layer of the ladder can reach.

Such a strong person, in this dynasty, is generally an existence that can be named a marquis!

Feudal marquis!

This is the unattainable dream of many cultivators.

But it is only cannon fodder among the Holy Clan.

This can only bring out the strength of the Holy Clan, even if this Heavenly Ladder Realm has the existence of water.

But even if he was a feudal powerhouse, he also suffered a heavy blow in that battle, and now he is powerless to resist in the face of Lin Fan.

As soon as the Thunder Domain came out, it was directly pressed to the ground and rubbed hard.

Although these powerhouses of the ancient era recovered for unknown reasons, their strength also fell to the bottom.

If they want to recover their strength quickly, they should need the flesh and blood of the human race.

The exercises they practice should have this effect.

Moreover, although their strength is gone, the things they once carried on their bodies are still there.

At the very least, even if the blade or something is not complete, there should be a lot of broken ones.

The material of the Heavenly Rank Blade is also good.

Maybe they were even carrying some jade slips that stored combat techniques.

Then they deserve to die even more!

When Lin Fan thought of this, he was not in a hurry to go to the Hundred Beast Pool.

Restrained his breath, his spiritual power spread in all directions around his body extremely secretly.

Even if he had just broken through to the Three Flame Spirit Master, Lin Fan's soul strength had also increased significantly, which also led to the fact that the spiritual power that Lin Fan was now exuding was able to easily wrap a radius of one thousand meters and explore carefully.

And the existence of the decisive breath makes his breath mellow and blend with the surrounding environment, without revealing it at all.

Maybe it's because they're so confident that there's no one here to restrain them, no one is their opponent.

Maybe it's because they're not strong now, and the battle is too dangerous to clean up the battlefield.

Or maybe their brains are rusty after so much sleep.

So, they didn't think of anything to deal with their tracks.

The signs in the jungle were so obvious.

Following the traces of the battle, Lin Fan quickly drilled into the jungle.

......

In one col, it is different from the desert in the rest of the mountains.

There were people coming and going, and it seemed that there were at least a dozen people, all of whom were wearing tattered armor and were constantly busy, mixed with laughter and laughter, and looked quite happy.

There are more than a dozen wooden houses standing on top of the open space of the mountain pass, and if you don't know the inside story, you will probably think that this is a gathering place for the strong people of the human race in this mountain range.

In front of the hut, there were several piles of flames burning.

Above the spring fire, there are several iron pots, and in the pots are serious mountain spring water.

There are also several precious herbs simmering in the water.

Especially in the ginseng that undulates back and forth with the thickness of an ordinary person's arm, looking at that head, it has at least reached a medicinal age of more than 1,000 years.

In addition to these medicinal herbs, there are various materials floating in the iron pot, and the aroma of the soup is so strong that the entire small col is enveloped.

"Hiss, fragrant, fresh, haha, I haven't used my craft for so long, but I didn't expect my craft to be as skilled as ever." ”

A man with long hair and shawl who had been standing beside the iron pots, stirring the ingredients from time to time, saw the gurgling milky white soup, and secretly glanced at his companion who was busy.

"Whoa!"

The hand speed was extremely fast, and I couldn't help it, and I scooped a big spoonful with the iron spoon in an instant, not caring about the amazing heat contained in it.

As soon as he looked up, he poured the big spoonful of thick soup into his mouth, endured the heat, swallowed it in one gulp, and then praised it.

"Cook, you are especially stealing food while cooking, can you change your stinky problem and let the old men eat your saliva every time. ”

Before he could continue to scoop the second spoonful, next to him was a strong man with a huge hammer in his hand, who was eight feet tall, stepped forward, snatched the big spoon in his hand directly, and threw it behind him with a bang, saying with some dissatisfaction.

"What's the matter, what are you looking at? You're not convinced. ”

Seeing that the cook was still looking at himself, the strong man glared at him and said fiercely.

"Manniu, why are you bullying the cook again?"

When the bull heard this, his body stiffened, and he slowly turned around, his face full of meat shook, and he turned his head to look behind him.

The cook didn't speak, he didn't get angry, he smiled, he took out another spoon, stirred it in the pot, and the fragrance suddenly wafted again.

"Hehe, boss, why did you come out, how could I bully the cook, I'm just discussing with the chef, how to make the meat delicious, hehe, cook, you said yes." ”

As he spoke, he looked at the 'meat' in the boss's hand, and swallowed and spat with some covetousness.

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