With a wave of his hand, the long knife in his hand disappeared.

Lin Xing squatted in front of the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand to put it on his eyebrows, and at the same time, the spiritual power continued to surge towards the middle-aged man's body.

When he didn't feel the slightest vitality and soul breath from the middle-aged man's body, Lin Xing could basically be sure that this middle-aged man had been annihilated by himself.

It's just that Lin Xing still seems strange in his heart, why he can solve this guy with a single knife.

You must know that although this knife is terrifying, the power is controlled by itself, and it will only abolish this middle-aged man and beat him to a dying state, and it is absolutely impossible to kill him with one knife.

"I guess it's too brittle. ”

After thinking about it, Lin Xing only guessed this possibility in the end.

These so-called Heavenly Sect people are all powerful, but these so-called strong people are also between peerless emperors and transcendental.

The person in front of him is not weak.

But compared to himself, the real strength is still much worse.

After all, his current combat power, even if it is just regular combat power, can have transcendent power with any blow.

If you open it up a little, you can hit the power that is infinitely close to the supreme existence.

So it's normal for this guy to not be able to bear it.

Of course, the more important reason may be that this guy is too crispy.

This guy probably has too much time to use his brain, so he doesn't have time to exercise his body.

Thinking of the end, Lin Xing slowly stood up.

He stretched out his hand and shook it slightly, and the ground around the man suddenly surged wildly.

The ground on which the man was lying sank slightly, and the ground around him quickly squeezed towards it.

In less than three minutes, in front of Lin Xing, a dirt bag more than three meters high appeared.

Around the earthen bag, illusory runes appeared.

Those runes slowly sank into the dirt bag, and then turned into a map of suppression, and then slowly faded.

For all this, Lin Xing left more satisfied.

After all, this guy uses his brain, and he died too abruptly just now.

So Lin acted to prevent accidents from happening, and still suppressed his body.

In this case, even if this guy has the means to resurrect, it will not be a cause for concern in a short time.

Almost half a day after Lin Xing left, it was still calm here.

Suddenly, Lin Xing, who had disappeared, appeared here out of thin air.

After carefully observing this place, and seeing that there was no change here, Lin Xing sighed and disappeared again.

Another day or so passed, and Lin Xing reappeared.

When he came here this time, Lin Xing did not leave immediately, but frowned.

After a few minutes of silence, Lin Xing muttered to himself in a very small voice: "It seems that he is really dead, and when he faces these guys in the future, it seems that he will have to control his strength......"

After the words fell, Lin Xing stayed here for a while before slowly leaving.

After leaving this time, Lin Xing never appeared again.

More than half a month has passed, and this place still seems to be extremely normal, and Lin Xing has never appeared here again.

It's as if everything is back to its original state here.

Soon, another half a month passed, and a month passed before and after the battle between Lin Xing and the middle-aged man.

On this day, the aura in the entire primeval forest became a little weirder.

Not far from the small dirt bag, a drop of dried blood returned to normal with a speed visible to the naked eye.

Immediately, the drop of blood slowly suspended in the air, and it faintly vibrated up.

After a while, a middle-aged man appeared in front of Xiao Tubao, but he looked extremely illusory.

He looked at the drop of blood, stretched out his hand and shook it slightly, and the drop of blood was put away by him.

Then he looked at the small dirt bag in front of him, and muttered in a muttered voice: "I didn't expect that guy to be so vigilant, but it's also to blame me for not analyzing his strength, otherwise, I would be able to pretend to be more like him if he was dead." ”

After muttering, a slight smile suddenly appeared on his face.

Although his body is sealed, it is also beneficial.

This means that in Lin Xing's eyes, he is dead.

And as long as Lin Xing was sure that he was dead, then the people in the cultivation world would also know that he was dead.

So next, the self that was originally on the dark side was able to hide on the darker side.

In this way, I have a stronger guarantee of my life, and I can do more things......

"Kill that guy when it's time to get your body back. ”

After thinking about it, the middle-aged man took a deep look at the small dirt bag twice, and then turned around and left here.

And he walks very neatly.

Because he wasn't sure if Lin Xing's unlucky thing would come back to see.

If he came back on a whim, and he hadn't left at that time, then he would be really unlucky!!

......

"Sure enough, he's a smart man!"

Far away from the primeval forest, a cloud floated slowly in the air.

And Lin Xing sat in that cloud.

When the middle-aged man reappeared in the primeval forest, Lin Xing muttered in a very emotional tone.

Then he took out a small notebook and quickly wrote it down.

These members of the rebellious calamity are really not easy to clean up.

For example, the middle-aged man seems to have been killed by himself, although he was killed more abruptly, but he is still in the scope of understanding.

But who knows, the guy just faked his death and didn't even suffer much damage......

Soon, Lin Xing put away the small notebook.

He pillowed his hands behind his head, lay directly on the clouds, and muttered in a small voice: "He is a Terran cultivator, but he uses demonic energy to fight with me, and the state he was in just now is obviously very similar to that of the Ghost Race......

Muttering to the end, Lin Xing felt quite a headache.

If I guessed correctly, that middle-aged man really cultivated the exercises of the ghost clan.

And the demon clan exercises are just a disguise.

The middle-aged man, the reason why he didn't use real means in front of him, I am afraid is that he found out that he couldn't beat himself, and even if he used real means, he would die.

So it's better to just coax a little bit, and then come to a golden cicada to get out of the shell.

Such a person is really too difficult to deal with.

For no one but their companions knew their true means, let alone anyone else.

It seems that it is necessary for me to remind the others, so that when they fight against these people in the future, if they are eliminated, try to squat in the pit and guard the corpse for a while.

Otherwise, I will jump up and surprise you every minute......