"If you have this time to play treasure, it's better to knock out all the pills in your space......"

Duanmu Ming's eyes are like torches, who said that this kid is poorly talented? Can a person with poor talent be able to cultivate the soul realm to this point in a year?

His gaze fell on Mo Lingfeng's spatial ring, where there was a faint terrifying spiritual power rolling, what was inside?

He doesn't need Mo Lingfeng to make it clear, he also knows.

It's just that there is a slight pain in my heart......

This stupid junior brother......

"Okay, I'll knock, I'll knock ......"

Mo Lingfeng sat down cross-legged, and took out dozens of Saint Realm top-grade pills from the space ring and poured them into his mouth one by one.

Seeing that he was always taking pills as candy to eat, these disciples of the Nishang Palace subconsciously thought that it was a reward from the Nishang God King, but they didn't know that he Mo Lingfeng himself was an alchemist.

Those younger brothers thought that Mo Lingfeng's qualifications were poor, and he bathed in spiritual dew every day, washing the scriptures and cutting the marrow, but he even broke through the sixth order of the Holy Realm, but he didn't know that he had spent all his time on alchemy in the past year.

Therefore, his soul realm is advancing day by day, and if there is enough spiritual power to fill it at this time, it will not be difficult to reach the ninth order of the holy realm at all.

But Mo Lingfeng would rather be ridiculed all day long than promoted, he was just reluctant to eat those pills.

He wants to leave all the pills to his brother and sister-in-law, as well as those around him who are in dire need.

"You're a waste, and you're wasting ......"

Before Lu Tiantian's words could be spoken, he was slapped twice in the face.

"Is the garbage you can call?"

Duanmu Ming's clothes were still fluttering, obviously his hand.

"You ......"

Jun Wumian leisurely raised his hand to stop the scolding that Lu Jingtian was about to blurt out, and said, "Ling Feng, it's indeed not something you can scold!" ”

Lu shook his sleeves with hatred, he just couldn't get used to seeing Mo Lingfeng have no strength and roar.

What's even more odious is that the Nishang God King, who treats all his disciples like dung, is the only one who favors Mo Lingfeng, who can swallow this breath in the Nishang Palace?

"If you don't want to miss the feast, let's get rid of these resentful spirits first!"

Jun Wumian's words made these brothers/sons of the Nishang Palace, even if they had great anger in their hearts, they had to suppress it at this time.

The resentful spirits outside seemed to have gone crazy, constantly impacting the prohibition, and the frequent and dense impact sounds made those younger brothers/sons tremble involuntarily.

"What Nishang Palace? Is this what the people of the Neon Dress Palace are like? ”

The soldier sneered, and then rushed out first......

Damn resentful spirit jumping shrimp, actually using the tombstone of Lord Beiming as a pit? I'm going to have to blow you to scum!

As soon as his form came out of the forbidden form, the spirits rushed at him like crazy.

But who are the creeps? The king of the undead kings!

As soon as the soul shock was unleashed, the demon cores of dozens of resentful spirits were detonated in the blink of an eye.

"Let's go!"

Duanmu Ming also followed closely and flashed out of the ban, and with a wave of the Star Knife in his hand, the dazzling golden light burst towards those Saint Realm ninth-order intermediate resentful spirits, killing them with one blow without accident.

When he rushed towards the three Saint Realm ninth-order high-level resentful spirits, Chao Jun Wumian glanced at him lightly, and the corners of his curved lips said silently: In this way, it is the three of us who are fighting side by side, not you and Xiao Xi'er!

"As soon as everything is related to you, he is so naïve!" Jun Wumian smiled gently at the woman beside him, and then said, "Don't be reckless, return if you are in danger!" ”