It's kind of magical!

The current earth environment has long been in a state of depletion of spiritual energy, and even a great power like the Thousand Soul Patriarch needs to rely on the poisonous miasma of the Miaojiang land to maintain the operation of true qi, so as to obtain a dense spiritual energy.

However, this small farmland produced a feeling of aura agitation, and the aura absorbed between each breath far exceeded the total amount of aura condensed by the Thousand Soul Ancestor for hundreds of years.

"There is still such a place full of aura!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch's eyes lit up, and he glanced around, there was a village not far away, and there was a faint aura in the fields outside the village!

Only a cultivator like him could see the pale white aura of the soil.

"Ancestor, it was Xiao Yunu who sent us here, will there be a fraud?"

The hero gritted his teeth and wondered, having lost his arms, it was difficult for him to keep his balance.

"Yes, what does Xiao Yunu mean by this, it seems that she deliberately sent us here to abolish our cultivation, so can we not be able to practice here again? What makes sense? ”

The Thousand Souls Patriarch looked puzzled.

"Ancestor, maybe she was afraid that she would have a heavier cause and effect with us and delay her becoming an immortal, so she came up with this trick to dilute cause and effect."

The hero guessed.

The Thousand Souls Patriarch glared at him, but he couldn't say anything to argue with.

He sensed his surroundings carefully, and suddenly there was a stir in the back of his head, his eyes were red, and he looked behind him.

There, the aura is abundant to the point of unimaginable, as if it is infinite!

"What a treasure, a treasure!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch was excited in his heart, and his feet moved quickly, heading straight to the right rear!

The hero also found out, his face gloomy, and he chased after him.

When the two came to the treasure land one after another, they were immediately shocked by the scene in front of them!

It is full of vegetables and fruits, rich in variety, and all of them are very aura, which can be called spiritual fruits.

There are even a lot of melon and fruit remains on the ground.

"Evil, such a holy place for cultivation is actually used for farming, what a thing, if the old man knew who did it, the old man would have picked his skin!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch roared in distress.

The hero is also tooth sore, both excited and heartbroken, indeed, the owner of this land is simply a tyrannical thing, people and gods are angry, and it is difficult to write!

"Congratulations to the patriarch for winning the treasure, breaking through the first level as soon as possible, and immortality is just around the corner!"

The hero hurriedly said attentively.

At this time, he must show his loyalty, he rebelled just now, although he was quickly dispelled, but the Thousand Souls Ancestor is a hundred-year-old human spirit, and he must be able to perceive it.

Laugh at!

At this moment, the hero's body suddenly trembled, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

He slowly looked down and saw that there was already a crystal white bone palm in his heart.

Behind him, a white skeleton figure appeared at some point.

"Old, Patriarch, why ......"

The hero spat blood and asked unwillingly.

The Thousand Souls Patriarch sneered and said: "From the time you moved the killing intent to the Patriarch, I can no longer trust you, of course, this is a trivial reason, the old group I now cultivate the same as you, there is a way to let others snore on the side of the couch, I don't feel at ease if you don't die!" ”

He sneered with a hideous expression, "Die!" ”

The white bone palm rotates like a spiral, completely smashing the hero's heart to pieces!

"You've been with me for thirty years, and it's not bad."

The Thousand Souls Patriarch sneered and let the hero fall in the field, while he walked into the field, laid down a maze, and absorbed the aura to restore himself.

"Cultivating here for half a month is definitely more beneficial than my three years in Miaojiang!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch muttered to himself, and immediately sat cross-legged to heal and cultivate.

His maze can definitely ensure that no one dares to disturb him, and no one can find his traces with the naked eye.

"Bubbling ......"

While the Thousand Souls Patriarch was meditating on his cultivation, the hero's corpse underwent subtle and imperceptible changes.

The blood beneath him turned into a stream and converged behind him.

There, a leather puppet stands tall in the field.

The Elven Warden's own ability to suck blood in the activation of the Fear Skill, as a fourth-level Great Perfection cultivator, the hero naturally meets his goal of sucking blood.

Blood flowed from the soles of the elven warden's feet into his body, and he slowly opened his golden eyes, twisted his neck mechanically, and looked ahead.

He blinked, and in just a few minutes, the hero's blood was sucked into a dry corpse by him!

There was no corpse in the ban issued by Li Long to him, so the elven warden automatically considered it a tacit approval.

"Intruder!"

Naturally, the elven warden also discovered the traces of the Thousand Souls Patriarch, he is the guardian of this spiritual field, and he can't stand it and the intruder wantonly steals the spiritual energy of the spiritual field here!

"Wow ......"

The Elven Warden did not touch the ground, approaching the area where the Thousand Souls Ancestor was practicing, and at the same time, there was also a grass-blue white banner rope in his palm!

This is the second skill that the Elven Warden realizes after absorbing the hero, energy absorption!

Energy Absorption: The white banner rope takes its life, absorbs the enemy's life, and feeds the host!

With the blessing of the two skills of fear and energy absorption, he can fight even if he encounters the late stage of the fourth level!

"Huh?"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch's cultivation was blocked, and he sensed a terrifying murderous aura.

He opened his eyes, looked through the maze, and immediately saw a leather doll with a height of 1.8 meters, sneering at him with teeth like chainsaws. 258

"What is this, puppet?"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch frowned, he naturally wouldn't be too surprised, the first thing that came to mind was the puppet that was manipulated by man.

He got up slowly, glanced at the white banner rope in the hand of the leather puppet, and was a little jealous.

Now that he's at level four, melee combat is absolutely taboo.

"Intruder, get out!"

The elven warden said coldly, the voice seemed to come from the treacherous hell, and it was not a human voice at all.

"Dare to tell the old man to get out, what are you!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch laughed angrily, swept his sleeve, and a black light instantly flew towards the leather puppet in front of him.

The elven warden didn't dodge, he took it hard, and when he looked down, it was a black arrow, and the arrow was still burning with black flames.

"Isn't it just a thing made of rubber, and the cultivator has to play treasure in front of the ancestor."

The Thousand Souls Patriarch smiled contemptuously.

The black flames quickly spread around the Elven Warden, but the Elven Warden did not have a trace of fear, not even a struggle!

Whew!

A cold aura suddenly emanated from his body, and the black flames seemed to be swallowed up, annihilated!

The elven warden himself has spell resistance, but it's a pity that an old man like the Thousand Souls Patriarch who has been in Miao Jiang for a hundred years will not understand.

Unless he's played the game.

"How is that possible!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch was a little surprised.

The next moment, the elven warden moved!

The white banner rope in his hand was thrown out and attacked the Thousand Souls Ancestor.

The Thousand Souls Patriarch sneered and met it with his crutches.

Who knew that the white banner rope was like an invisible thing, through the cane, wrapped around the arm of the Thousand Souls Ancestor!

A mysterious feeling of heat swept over again, and Li Long woke up from his slumber to find that he was already sweating profusely.

Opening the window and blowing a cool breeze, Li Long was very puzzled, this feeling seemed familiar.

Hot and dry, blood and qi are strained, this situation is very rare, and it will only appear if the elven warden sucks the blood essence and feeds himself!

Could it be that something happened to the Ancient Lingtian?

Li Long is ninety-nine percent sure of this, the elven warden will not make an easy move, but once he makes a move, he will definitely encounter something.

Thinking of this, Li Long jumped from the second floor with the Gorou Bagua Stick and all the equipment, and jumped ten meters away, with an astonishing speed.

Bang!

The cane in the hand of the Thousand Souls Patriarch swept the elven warden diagonally, trying to distance himself from the elven warden!

The Elven Warden really took three steps back, but the white banner rope in his hand was tightly wrapped around the arm of the Thousand Souls Ancestor.

The Thousand Souls Patriarch only felt that the blood around his body was boiling, and he gathered towards the white banner rope!

In the blink of an eye, a lot of his blood has been absorbed, and his body has begun to slowly weaken!

"What the hell is this weird creature!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch was shocked, and decisively cut off this arm with a hand knife, flying backwards five meters!

Then he quickly groped his palms around his waist and pinched out a large handful of silver-white insects, wriggling like spring silkworms.

The Thousand Souls Patriarch was ruthless and wiped it on the severed arm.

"Ahh

Cold sweat broke out on his head, but the effect was remarkable, and these dense insects slowly condensed into new arms, gradually lengthening.

And these insects are also constantly dying and resurrecting, and the last remnants of the remnants have transformed into the arms of the Thousand Soul Patriarch.

Whenever this scene is seen by anyone, it will produce nausea + fear + disgust + shock.

Even a low-level creature like the Elven Warden couldn't help but be stunned when he saw it.

It can only be said that there is a reason why the Thousand Souls Ancestor called it a Thousand Souls.

"Hehe, if you are not careful, you almost cheated yourself, no matter who you are, I will let you understand the fate of angering the ancestor and me!"

With that, the Thousand Souls Patriarch suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and drew a blood talisman on his finger.

"The Tribulation of Ten Thousand Worms!"

The Thousand Souls Patriarch drank in a muffled voice, his palm touched the ground, and the blood talisman escaped like a stream of water.

The elven warden noticed that something was wrong, and the ground was constantly surging!

Rumble!

His feet suddenly collapsed, and countless black insects were dense like a tornado enveloping the elven warden!

The elven warden was dragged into the pit by a powerful force!

Even if he can't feel the pain, his own energy is constantly decreasing, and if his health is exhausted, then there will be no possibility of resurrection!

At this moment, a figure wearing shorts and half sleeves arrived instantly!

"You dare to bully my leather puppet!"

The one who came was naturally Li Long.

As soon as he arrived, he saw the elven warden surrounded by a pile of bugs and dragged into the pit.

Under the vision of the Infinite Heavenly Eye, those insects were simply a kind of Gu worms, otherwise they wouldn't have acted so regularly and orderly!

At the critical moment, Li Long took out the super insecticide he got when he dealt with Miao Ruolan, regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he just sprinkled it indiscriminately in the pit.