A cold light flashed in his eyes, killing people is the fastest means of improvement for himself, faster than taking pills, and he can also improve the level of the divine imprint, killing two birds with one stone.

However, it is his principle not to kill innocents indiscriminately, only to kill the enemy, and only to kill those who should be killed.

"Is it because the current Divine Spirit Mark can't absorb the life force and soul power of other dead beings?"

Zhang Mu frowned, when he was collecting medicine, he deliberately killed a few hares, and he didn't want to absorb the power like he wanted to kill Qin Jing.

Thinking of this, he was a little depressed, at the beginning, he just didn't want to cause too much movement after entering the god realm again, so he stopped his ability effect, but now the realm is gone, and he can't open it again, so he can only absorb power by actively killing.

However, this method absorbs a lot and is relatively high-end, and it is definitely more rebellious to directly devour the rules to evolve itself.

While thinking, he slowly returned to the thatched house, he sniffed, smelled a burning smell, a little strange, and then looked up and saw black smoke coming out of the back of the house, there were wisps of fire beating, why did his house catch fire? I didn't have a fire when I left.

Just when he was puzzled, a figure appeared from the back of the house, panicking and trying to escape, Zhang Mu suddenly became angry and dared to bully him to the door.

"Looking for death, I want to kill someone!"

He threw away the basket directly and rushed out in steps, while the firewood knife in his hand slashed, pouring all his strength into the shadow of the person.

Sou!

The hatchet flew out of the air, as if it had eyes, and flew towards the vest of the figure who left in a panic, and then a scream came.

Zhang Mu didn't even look at it, turned around and hurriedly ran to the well to draw a bucket of water, wanting to extinguish the flames, after all, this place is still a foothold for the time being, and if it burns, it will only be able to sleep on the streets.

However, the fire was all flammable thatch, even if he came back in time, it was still too late, a bucket of water went down to extinguish only a small half, when he turned around and wanted to continue, the raging flames were burning, in the light of the fire, he had no choice but to throw away the bucket in his hand, and reflexively looked at the flames that spread throughout the thatched house, his expression was ugly.

"Do you even want to destroy the last home of your mother and son, ruthless enough!"

Zhang Mu didn't have to guess to know which side it was, it must be his talent that made the eldest lady jealous, and came to trouble their mother and son.

"You gave me a reason to take revenge on you."

With a flash of murder in his eyes, Zhang Mu came to a figure who was snorting miserably, this person was just a house slave, thief eyebrows, he recalled, remembered that it was a person called Qin Chen's subordinates, called Ma Wei, the eldest young master's subordinates were good, and the servants they wore were better than his.

At this time, Ma Wei had a kitchen knife stuck in his back, bleeding nonstop, and when he saw Zhang Mu coming, he was a little scared and said: "Dumb, don't save me quickly, otherwise I will die, and Young Master Chen will not let you go."

In the firelight, a constantly changing shadow appeared on Zhang Mu's face, he pulled out the firewood knife expressionlessly, and Ma Wei screamed loudly in pain, and the next moment, the screaming stopped abruptly, and Zhang Mu fell with another knife, which had erased his neck.

A yellow light cluster jumped out from the center of the corpse's eyebrows, this was a hoe, the white light in the outer circle was only one foot, and it was directly devoured by the Devouring God Blade, and the aura grew by another inch, and the cultivation was improved a little.

He calmly carried the corpse and threw it into the fire, letting the flames soar into the sky, and his expression was as cold as ice.

"Since you like to set fires so much, go and play slowly in the fire."

Zhang Mu smiled coldly, and after processing the traces, he took out a broken iron pot next to him and began to refine the medicinal liquid.

It was far away from the family, and no one cared about their mother and son, and no one came to see even the fire, and the thatched hut was completely destroyed after a quarter of an hour, except for a figure calmly boiling something in the pot beside it.

Two hours later, it was already noon, and most of the medicinal materials in the basket were gone, and there was a small bowl of green liquid in the broken pot, emitting bursts of fragrance.

He swallowed his saliva, his stomach croaked, resisted the urge to drink the potion, put it into a clay pot, touched a dozen copper coins in his arms, and turned to leave.

Jinyang City, the famous Ten Thousand Medicine Hall, people come and go, most of the shelves are pills, spirit grass, can be used for cultivation, healing, assistance, etc., the most ordinary medicinal liquid all need one or two silver.

This is the main place in the city to sell pills, and there are real alchemists guarding it, and at this time, the alchemists who are over 100 years old are looking at the things in front of them in amazement.

An ordinary clay pot, a medicinal liquid that he had never seen before, and a mysterious man wearing a cloak made the wrinkles on his face intensify.

"Your Excellency, the old decay has been checked, and the quality of this treasure liquid has reached the third grade of the human rank, which is suitable for monks in the quenching body realm and the qi condensing realm, but the old decay is lonely and unheard, please tell me the name."

If it is known that Zhang Mu has easily used ordinary medicinal materials to refine a human-level three-grade treasure medicine, he will definitely be surprised, this is simply turning decay into magic.

In the Divine Spirit Continent, not only the Divine Spirit Seal is divided into nine grades of the three orders of people, spirits, and heavens, but medicinal materials and weapons are also divided into three orders, but the human-level elixirs and weapons are called treasure medicines and treasure soldiers, and the lowest-level human-level first-grade treasure medicine costs dozens of taels of silver, and ordinary people can't afford to eat it at all.

In his last life, as the strongest demigod in the original world, Zhang Mu lived for more than 10,000 years, although he did not specialize in the way of elixir, he was still regarded as the last grandmaster-level figure, and it was not difficult to refine ordinary medicinal materials into treasure liquid.

"If I could speak, I wouldn't be standing all the time!" Zhang Mu thought depressedly, he was a mute now, he couldn't explain it at all, and he would reveal his stuff when he opened his mouth.

It seems that seeing the impatience in Zhang Mu's eyes, the gray-bearded Liu Yungong has doubts, this person is silent as soon as he comes in, could it be that he is a dumb person?

It's unlikely, this person can refine this kind of medicinal liquid, at least a human-level third-grade alchemist, even if he has a physical defect, there must be a way to solve it, it can only mean that the other party doesn't like to talk very much, or he doesn't bother to talk to him more, it's normal for alchemists to have this kind of strange habit.

Sure enough, at this time, Zhang Mu picked up the brush next to him and wrote down several materials on the paper, which he had just glanced at a few times and recognized that they could be used by him.

Liu Yungong was stunned, did not doubt it anymore, and said politely: "Your Excellency turned out to be a random refining liquid, we will help sell it and try it." ”

He looked down at the medicinal herbs on the paper and said with a smile: "Purple roots, unemployed flowers...... These things are only ten taels of silver, and you don't need to give any more money, this medicine is worth hundreds of taels. ”

Liu Yungong politely packed the medicinal materials needed for Zhang Mu, and put ninety taels of silver in it, obviously wanting to hand over Zhang Mu.

The latter nodded, showing a look of satisfaction, put away his things, and left with the cloth bag in a casual expression.