Chapter 91: The Second Order of the Cultivator Period (Today's Third Shift, Third Shift)

When he saw these monsters burst one by one under the fiery burning short sword, Cinnabar's heart was awe-inspiring, and he felt an indescribable pleasure and excitement!

What used to be an almost impossible task now doesn't seem so difficult.

The transformation of the five elements of life power turned out to be so easy to use.

The giant hammer monster and the wielder monster in front of him suddenly killed a lot, and in an instant, a few more exploded in front of him.

And although the attack of those dozens of archer monsters is extremely high, the defense is really poor, after he killed the giant hammer and the halberd monster, he actually used only one sword, and directly slashed an archer monster.

When the last bow and arrow monster was chopped to the ground by Cinnabar, Cinnabar's tight nerves suddenly loosened, his legs weakened, and his body couldn't help but fall to the ground.

At this moment, his whole body's spiritual power was hollowed out, his eyes were loose and weak, and he had long lost the vigor he had just entered, and even the little sword in his hand no longer showed the slightest sign of flame burning, and it fell directly to the ground weakly.

"Finally...... That's it, it's a bit of a comfort. He said to himself.

"Looks like we'll need to hold on a little longer, though!"

His dead fish-like eyes were a little greedy again, and I don't know where he got the strength, and suddenly struggled to lie on the ground again, and crawled forward slowly.

It turned out that not far in front of him, there were still more than thirty necromantic monsters scattered all over the ground.

Cinnabar crawled and moved, trying to put away the various necromantic black beads rolling off the ground one by one, and he picked them extremely carefully, even carefully inspecting even the corners.

"These are all good things! I have exchanged my life for my life," he said with a sad smile, "Not a single one is allowed to be wasted." ”

After these thirty or so necromantic beads were picked up, they were piled up in a small ball in the palm of his hand, no, it could simply be called a small pile.

Staring at this small pile of necromantic black beads, Cinnabar seemed to be looking at a pile of treasures, and was a little reluctant to swallow for a while.

He had even forgotten the pain, the fatigue, and the fact that he was still struggling to climb on the ground.

"Since the consumption is so large, you might as well make up for it at once. ”

Then he threw the more than thirty necromantic black beads in his hand into his mouth like a child who tasted jelly beans.

Before closing his eyes and refining them, he once again looked at the dozens of unchanged stone statues in front of him with extremely sympathetic eyes, as if looking at extremely greasy chicken legs.

His throat shook up and down a few times, swallowing his saliva and secretly saying, "Wait, after I practice this batch of necromantic black beads, the next thing is to eat you one by one."

"Never died?" he smirked.

After shouting this, lying in the middle of the main hall, he no longer had the strength, and his eyes closed and fell into a coma.

Soon after he closed his eyes, a large number of invisible necromantic aura began to gather around him, all of which were absorbed in the main hall.

These breaths seemed to be forcibly pulled by a powerful place, and finally turned into subtle energies that were exhaled into his body.

And at this moment, on Cinnabar's body, bursts of dazzling black light began to emanate, and even his face was a little faintly shining, but this light was all a little dark.

The more than thirty necromancy beads had obviously begun to play a role in his body.

For the guy who has always practiced the Necromancy Beads before, now swallowing thirty at a time, this sour taste may not be so good.

Even inhaling so much necromantic aura excessively at one time is not necessarily a good thing, and it is very likely to bring a heavy burden to the body, and even great danger.

Isn't the person who behaves like this already a little crazy?

Cinnabar is naturally not crazy, and is very sober.

At the moment when he finished slashing and killing the more than thirty stone elephant monsters, he threw a mouth full of necromantic black beads, he had a rather bold idea and was ready to bear the consequences.

While refining the Necromantic Orb, kill the spirit monster by attacking.

He thought so, and he did.

The purpose of this was nothing more than to increase the speed of cultivation, so when the first Necromantic Black Bead was refined by him, he had already stood up from the ground and swept towards the remaining stone statue pile.

The stone statues lived up to their expectations, and immediately resurrected and peeled off the surface, brandishing giant hammers and arrows and rushing towards the cinnabar.

As soon as Zhu Shafu swung his sword, he immediately felt some regret.

Because although the spiritual power has recovered a lot, there is also a very tragic situation at the same time, that is, the necromantic qi in his body is obviously sufficient and excessive, and black qi begins to flow backwards in his facial features.

Even his whole body was already filled with a grotesque smell of necromancer.

And his body was even more sad, as more and more necromantic qi scurried around, permeating all the veins of his body, which directly brought him the painful feeling of being full of necromantic qi.

If he didn't refine the Necromantic Bead in time and vent the pent-up Necromantic Aura as soon as possible, I am afraid that once he enters his Qi Sea Snow Mountain, I am afraid that even he himself will turn into a Necromantic Humanoid Creature.

How can such nonsense be allowed to happen!

So a miserable young man with a short sword in his hand and smoke from his seven orifices rushed into the group of more than seventy necromantic stone elephants like a madman, rushing left and right, like a mad tiger.

The group of stone statues suddenly burst into swords and screams.

Every once in a while, a necromantic monster would let out a muffled sound, and then burst open, and as more and more monsters were killed, there were many necromantic beads scattered all over the ground.

And this has been going on for a long time, and there is no sign of stopping at all.

This seven-trick young man did not weaken in the slightest, but intensified.

He doesn't even know how to think anymore, all that's left is to kill!

By the time the last archer monster burst open with a wail, Cinnabar's miserable situation finally eased, and smoke erupted from his seven orifices, and his mental state began to normalize.

The blood-red eyes gradually cleared again, and when he finally regained a little bit of sanity, he actually looked at the empty temple hall in great amazement, looking at the necromantic beads scattered all over the place.

Did I do this?

I didn't expect that this crazy method could cause such an effect, and it really gained a lot.

It's just that this kind of crazy killing practice seems to have broken through the limits of his body, and his mental state began to be a little poor, after picking up these scattered necromantic black beads, there were more than seventy of them in a rough count.

The more than thirty grains that had been refined before had already boosted the life spirit power in this body to three-tenths, and if the remaining seventy-odd grains were refined, they should be able to rush into the second order of the cultivator stage.

And until now, the time limit for him to enter the Exiled Lands has not officially arrived.

Can I advance to the first rank in one day? and after the cultivator stage?

Such a speed can be described as a demon.

Cinnabar was a little reluctant to believe the facts in front of him, even Senior Brother Duan Leng and Shangguan Xiaoye seemed to be imaginable at such a speed.

He was a little impatient, so he simply didn't do anything, sat cross-legged directly, and began to refine the necromantic beads one by one.

After a few hours, more than seventy necromantic beads had been refined and absorbed.

But the tragic thing is that although I have felt that the power of the life spirit in my body is extremely full, there is still no sign of breaking the rank, and it seems that there is still a little bit of fire!

Seeing that the time was approaching, Cinnabar thought for a long time, but decided to return from the "Land of Exile" first.

The dormitory was empty except for a plate of leftovers of sauerkraut and fish residue.

Due to excessive exhaustion, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and fell asleep directly on the bed.

......

In the dormitory of Quanyingmen, Bai Shan looked at the sleeping cinnabar with a surprised face.

Beside him, there was still Zhao Yuxi standing.

The cinnabar on the bed was covered with shocking scars, his face was flushed, his body showed a peaceful light, and there was a spiritual aura condensed and wandered throughout his body.

What surprised them the most was not the light and aura emanating from Cinnabar's body, but outside the window.

In the middle of the air outside the window, it can be clearly seen that there is a black and oppressive dark cloud suspended, and there seems to be an electric snake flowing in the dark cloud, and there is a slight sound of thunder.

Even if Cinnabar is asleep, this advance is inevitably a vision!

"This is an omen of advancement, and looking at this momentum, it is clear that it is a cultivator who has cultivated above the stage. ”

Zhao Yuxi was surprisingly calm, shook his head and said: "It's not me, I was promoted at the beginning of last month, and it can't be you, you seem to have been in the waste wood stage of the apprentice of cultivation." ”

He obviously didn't intend to save the slightest face for Bai Shan, and said coldly: "There is no one else in this room, it should be Senior Brother Cinnabar." ”

The two turned their heads to look at the sleeping cinnabar, and couldn't help but be a little moved.

"Advancing in your sleep? or above the cultivator stage, isn't this guy in the apprenticeship stage? When will it be the cultivator stage?"

Bai Shan couldn't believe his ears, his little junior disciple, who seemed to have no heart and lungs, actually broke through directly above the cultivator stage for some reason, which was simply appalling.

"There's so much information that it's hard to digest for a while. He was a little speechless.

"Looking at the magnificence of this vision, I know that it is definitely the cultivator stage, and I myself am the cultivator stage, so I naturally understand what is going on. ”

Zhao Yuxi didn't panic, but said with a serious expression: "This is no longer a problem for you and me to deal with, you are here to take care of him, I will go and tell the master." ”

......

When Cinnabar woke up from his self-knowledge, his first feeling was that the abundant spiritual power in his body was running wildly, and the breath of life spirit was swept in, and it was divided into a strong power in an instant!

Strange, this is clearly the feeling of promotion.

Then he saw Zhao Yuxi's face.

"Senior brother, you've finally woken up. Zhao Yuxi said with a spring breeze on his face: "Master, please." ”

Cinnabar's heart moved, and then he saw the embarrassed Bai Shan behind Zhao Yuxi, but Bai Shan's face was a little strange and even a little strange when he looked at him.

"Senior brother, do you know? You ...... just now."

Bai Shan's words stopped, and finally he said hard: "There are a few more rain clouds outside the window, and there is also the sound of thunder." ”

Cinnabar was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that something bad was wrong!

There was no promotion on the third floor of the "Exiled Lands", but he actually advanced to the rank on his own in his sleep after the return?

The most terrifying thing is that it was actually discovered.

How smart he is, according to Bai Shan, there is no doubt that he has discovered his promotion, and Zhao Yuxi's sentence "Master has please" has already told him most bluntly, and even Huang Geng knows about it.

Paper can't always hide the fire, and it's finally time to explain to the master about his life.

Although he knew that this moment would come sooner or later, for some reason, Cinnabar's mind suddenly began to feel uneasy.