Cheng Lin stared at Feixue and buried the corpse at his feet.

In such a low-temperature environment, without the active defense of the aura, it only takes two minutes, and the corpse of the scattered cultivator will be as hard as iron.

"Whew."

Exhale softly.

Cheng Lin stretched out his hand, unfolded his palm, and retracted the five-core puppet that was slowly walking into the space.

Then, he stabbed C91 and He Jian hard into the frozen ground at his feet, and reached out to pick up the strange spirit sword that had killed Sanxiu.

Rubbing out a low-temperature fireball, Cheng Lin looked at the sword with the light.

The degree of damage is not high, only worse than his own C91, the whole body is dark cyan, and at the tip of the sword, it is stained with blood that has been frozen into ice.

"Sure enough."

Cheng Lin sighed.

When he went to exchange the spirit sword himself, he had already found that He Jian could control the rest of the spirit swords from the sword array.

During this time, it has been repaired many times, and the function of Hejian in this area has been strengthened.

When this loose cultivator took out the spirit sword, the He sword in Cheng Lin's hand was already ready to move.

Until this time, summon it, hold the He sword in hand, and give an order to directly control the weapons in the scattered cultivation, and kill them when they are unprepared.

"You're really unjustly dead." Cheng Lin shook his head.

Being killed by one's own weapon is not an ordinary wrong.

Cheng Lin was still thinking about whether to kill him with a puppet or try to control his weapon, but he didn't expect that this person made his own choice.

"Murderers, people will always kill them, and be an ordinary person in the next life."

Cheng Lin sighed and whispered to the corpse.

He retracted the sword with his backhand, and the next moment, he suddenly frowned, and in the space, the black banner trembled again.

He understood that this was probably because the battle soul wanted to absorb the soul power that devoured the scattered cultivators, and the soul power of the third-grade cultivator should be considered a good ration, but after hesitating, he didn't summon the black banner after all.

He didn't want to imprison the human soul.

Even though...... The other party is not a good person and wants to kill him, but Cheng Lin doesn't want to do it either.

This has nothing to do with the "Holy Mother", he is just worried that once he does it, it will be equivalent to opening a hole in his heart, and if he can devour the souls of "bad people" today, he may devour the souls of ordinary cultivators tomorrow...... There are some things that you can't get on, and once you touch them, it's easy to fall into the quagmire.

"The soul doesn't want you, but I'm not going to let go of what you're doing."

Cheng Lin smiled, squatted down, and began to search his body.

I picked up my clothes, fumbled back and forth in my pockets, and it took a while to turn over everything that was valuable.

Looking at the small pile of things on the ground, Cheng Lin was a little unhappy: "Poor ghost, ......"

On the ground, there is a spirit sword, five pieces of ordinary spirit ore, and three pieces of high-quality spirit ore.

One bottle of potion and one small bottle without a label.

Before, a loose cultivator shot 500,000 yuan, and the "refreshing" spirit plant was a plant.

It's gone.

"That's all there is to the dignified Sanpin?" Cheng Lin looked at the corpse with some disdain.

However, he also understands that people don't have storage space and equipment, so they naturally bring a lot less things.

Although disappointed, Cheng Lin still quickly put things away.

In the meantime, he took a closer look at the unlabeled potion bottle by the light of the fire.

"This bottle is familiar, it seems to be the kind of poison that Black Fang Sanxiu is still on Cao Wei in the Xiandao projection?"

Cheng Lin shook it secretly, but unfortunately, this poison has been frozen into a lump of ice, fortunately, this bottle is strong, otherwise it would have exploded a long time ago.

"No wonder during the battle, he didn't release poison, it turned out to be frozen."

Cheng Lin smiled.

At this time, the scattered cultivation was already frozen and hardened.

Dusting off the snow at the hem of his clothes, Cheng Lin got up with two spirit swords.

Suddenly, the snowfield was much brighter.

He looked up, as if he was aware of it.

I saw that the clouds in the sky had dispersed at some point, and a silver moon showed half of it from behind the thick clouds, and a Milky Way rolled in the torn clouds, and thousands of broken stars twinkled like diamonds hanging in the air.

The clouds have dispersed?

Cheng Lin was a little surprised, but although the clouds dispersed, the flying snow did not stop, and the snow and storm seemed to come from another space, penetrating the invisible barrier and landing here.

As a result, a strange scene appeared in Cheng Lin's eyes:

The dark clouds were torn apart, revealing the Milky Way, but against this clear background, there was a cold wind, a blizzard fluttering, countless stars falling on the earth with flying snow, the darkness was scattered, and the snow field seemed to light up.

Looking up at the sky, Cheng Lin just thought it was interesting at first, but the next moment it was like a machine was stuck and didn't move.

If there is a cultivator beside him, he will inevitably feel that with Cheng Lin as the center, the surrounding spiritual energy is rapidly condensing, entering the body through the pores of the skin, and gradually condensing into a whirlpool.

The convergence of aura caused a change in the direction of the wind, and the cold wind howled, blowing his thick winter coat into a hunting sound.

Under the brim of his hat, his hair was wet with snow water, and then, white gas evaporated, and through the white air, his hot, ruddy skin could be seen!

The change lasted for half a minute before the fluctuations dissipated.

Cheng Lin was stunned, and came to his senses after a while:

He was actually promoted to the third grade.

……

……

"You've upgraded?" Cao Wei asked in surprise.

"Yes." Cheng Lin nodded.

The little girl seemed to be angry, and suddenly stretched out her fist and hammered him "hard".

"What?"

"Hmph, who let you outdo me? I'm angry! Cao Wei said angrily, and her tone was very reasonable.

Cheng Lin suddenly couldn't cry or laugh.

They were sitting in a col at the moment, Cao Wei had consumed a lot of money before and was resting, and Cheng Lin watched the little girl lose her temper.

Three products.

Suddenly, without warning, it came.

Stuck for a week, Cheng Lin never crossed the last pass, until just now, after killing Sanxiu, he suddenly broke through.

Unexpected joy.

In fact, when you think about it, it makes sense.

When I came back from Xiandao, I had already faintly touched the peak, and after a week of playing, I dissipated the pressure in my body, deduced it once, and tried the taste of powerful power.

Coupled with the "excess" accumulated during the Great Flood, the mood was raised.

He crossed the threshold as a matter of course.

"So, you killed him because he was upgraded?" Cao Wei asked with a curious expression.

"yes." Cheng Lin said honestly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out her right hand and patted her chest, looking relieved, and muttered: "I'll just say, it's all second-grade, you can't be better than me, I can't kill him......"

Cheng Lin was speechless, thinking to himself, is it interesting for you to compare this?

"Well, this is the loot I found, let's divide it."

As soon as Cao Wei heard that she was going to divide the spoils, her little ears immediately stood up, but when she saw the pitiful little thing on it clearly, she was stunned for a moment, and then looked at it suddenly: "Cheng Lin, are you hiding it privately?" ”

"Huh?"

"Why is he so poor?"

"I don't know, it's probably ...... Black is strapped for money, right? Cheng Lin guessed.

Cao Wei was puzzled: "Aren't they supported by crooked nuts?" Still short of money? ”

Cheng Lin smiled, reached out and patted her head, and said, "There are also poor ghosts in crooked nuts." ”

"Don't pat me on the head, I won't grow tall." She protested, and then looked thoughtfully at the few wretched booties on the ground.

Looking at her like this, Cheng Lin shook his head and smiled, and was about to say something, but suddenly, he saw Cao Wei's expression suddenly change: "There is movement!" ”

"What?"

"Here you go!"

Cao Wei threw down a sentence, pulled Cheng Lin to stand up, ran out a few steps, and came to the edge of the leeward col, the two of them picked up the stones and looked into the distance, and the next moment, one big and one small suddenly gasped at the same time!

"Hiss~"