Looking indifferently at the big fighter who fell to the ground softly, Fan Ling glanced at the nearly ten blood guards who had been killed because of the two big fighters who had fought back to the death, and couldn't help but feel a little distressed in his heart.

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

As soon as he thought of this, Fan Ling couldn't wait to shoot a few arrows at the two cold corpses on the ground!

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

With a sigh in his heart, Fan Ling felt a little better.

Turning his head coldly at the other Black Skull Tomb Fighting Spirit powerhouse who was entangled by Elder Han and unable to be separated, Fan Ling said lightly: "Moorhan, hand over the things yourself, so that I can leave you a whole corpse." Otherwise, you should know the methods of our Blood Sect......"

The gloomy face dodged the opponent's attack, and the middle-aged man who was called Moerhan said in a hoarse voice: "Fan Ling, your Blood Sect attacked our Black Skull Tomb for no reason, the tomb owner will definitely not give up, wait, you will regret it!" ”

Laughing coldly, the bow and arrow in Fan's hand swung slightly, pointing at Moerhan who was full of resentment, the tip of the arrow was dark, and the pupils of his eyes were constricted at this moment......

At a certain moment, under the strong attack of Elder Han, he finally found the flaw that Moorhan was caught off guard, only to see that as soon as his fingers were loosened, blood arrows shot out, and an instant later, Moorhan's chest was fiercely shot into by a long arrow.

"Die!"

Finding that he was already at a dead end, Moorhan was also fierce, and was seriously injured by Fan Ling's cold arrow, regardless of the blood in his mouth, he kept spitting out, but he lost the weapon in his hand, and frantically faced the severe pain of being cut off by the opponent's knife, and the other arm, wrapped around the latter, shouted with a hideous face: "Bone explosion!" ”

"Elder Han, retreat!"

Seeing the black skull tomb powerhouse with a strange blue face, Fan Ling's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted.

"Bang!"

As soon as Fan Ling's shout fell, Mo Erhan exploded, and the powerful energy fluctuations of the explosion directly lifted nearly half a foot of dirt off the nearby ground, and the Fighting Spirit powerhouse of the Blood Sect, who Fan Ling had always called Elder Han, was also blown to rags, his skin was open, and his face was so white that he almost hung up in one breath.

"Damn it!"

Seeing that although he had picked up a life, but had temporarily lost his combat effectiveness, Elder Han scolded angrily.

I originally thought that these people in the black skull tomb were just turtles in the urn, but I didn't expect to be bitten by this old king for a while!

"Phew"

Holding his chest, Elder Han took a few breaths, spit out a mouthful of blood, glanced at the only dozen or so blood guards left on his side and the seriously injured himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

I didn't expect these people from the Black Skull Tomb to be so fearless of death, the two Douling Spirit powerhouses on their side were twice as many as each other, and in the end they only won miserably......

What an uphill battle!

But in the end, they all wiped out the other party, and the whole process only took ten minutes, even if the movement just now attracted the attention of some people, they now have no time to evacuate safely.

Outside the field, Fan Ling, who had been pulling the bowstring, was also relieved, threw away the bow and arrow in his hand, walked forward quickly, snatched the long knife from the hand of a blood guard, and looked at the remaining stumps and broken arms of Morhan on the ground.

It wasn't until he found a finger with a ring that Fan Ling finally felt relieved again.

"It's okay, it's okay, if this ring is blown up by his self-explosion, then it's called bad luck!"

The tip of the knife was lightly picked, picking up the ring on Moerhan's finger, and Fan Ling hurriedly flipped in it, and after a while, a look of disbelief appeared on his face.

"What's possible? How can it be! Holding the ring tightly, Fan Ling couldn't help but roar angrily.

"Young Sect Master?" Elder Han dragged his seriously injured body and looked at Fan Ling who was going crazy in confusion.

"Nope! There's no flying fighting here at all! ”

Fan Ling threw Na Ring to the ground with a furious expression.

"No?!" Elder Han's expression also changed drastically. "Isn't that the Confession of Mohan?"

Hearing Elder Han's words, Fan Ling was also stunned, and then hurriedly shouted at the remaining blood guards: "Find!" Find them all for me! Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you have to find the ring! ”

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

It's just that the reality is cruel.

On a tree trunk, a bloody shadow flashed strangely, looking at the people in the Blood Sect who were crazy below, and a bloody smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Giggles, it seems that our Young Sect Master Fan Ling is going to work hard in vain this time, the fighting skills you are looking for, it is estimated that the Black Skull Tomb is also looking for it......"

……

……

His gaze turned back to the Blood Sect of the Twilight City.

In a quiet room, Li Chenfeng was sitting opposite Yao Lao.

"Little one, do you know how dangerous your actions were before?" Yao Lao's face was serious, obviously preparing to teach his bold apprentice.

Li Chenfeng looked serious, and obediently admitted his mistake: "Teacher, the disciple has already known his mistake, don't worry, next time the disciple will definitely not joke with his own life......"

"If only you could understand." Yao Lao nodded, very satisfied with Li Chenfeng's attitude of admitting his mistakes. "Don't forget, you're not just a loner now, and you have to think about the consequences of your every move."

"Although I am not against you taking risks, it is disrespectful to yourself to joke with your own life like this!"

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

The last sentence of Yao Lao also brought a smile again, obviously not really angry at Li Chenfeng's approach.

After all, in the end, it turned out that he succeeded.

successfully obtained a clone with the strength of a six-star Douhuang, and it was also a clone that could communicate with his heart, which was very huge for Li Chenfeng's strength to improve.

"Teacher, rest assured, with the current growth rate of the disciple, I believe that this day will come soon!" Li Chenfeng patted his chest and promised.

"Huh!" Yao Lao shook his head and smiled. "You! If the old man still had some confidence before, but now your soul power has directly fallen to a small realm, and I don't know when you will be able to recover again......"

"Another point, this Bone Melting Blood Pill is very difficult to refine, although it is a seventh-grade pill, it is not too much to put it into the eighth-grade level. So if you want to take me 100%, I'm afraid you have to be mentally prepared to break through the eighth-grade alchemist.

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

The so-called spiritual realm requires the soul to have the effect of endowing the spirit of the elixir, and the premise of this effect is that the soul must be filled with enough aura, but this so-called aura, if there is no special soul cultivation method, it is completely unfelt.