"I'm going to find it separately, I don't know what method he used just now to make his strength skyrocket, but this method will definitely have sequelae, presumably he is very weak now. Wang Ye was silent for a moment, and said coldly, he didn't believe that such a powerful exercise would have no sequelae.

Ling Zheng was hiding in a cave at this time to recover his essence, he had already taken two pills to restore his essence, coupled with his perverted physique, he still only recovered less than half. Ling Zheng smiled bitterly, seeing that this method really couldn't be used easily, although he had recovered almost half of his essence in a short period of time. However, Ling Zheng knew that the remaining general essence, if he didn't take some heavenly treasures, he wouldn't want to recover in a short time.

Although Ling Zheng smiled bitterly, he became more and more curious about the grade of this anti-fate in his hand, the weapons are divided into celestial weapons, mysterious weapons, spiritual weapons and artifacts, as for ordinary weapons, they can only be said to be scrap iron that is not in the grade. At first, he thought that disobedience was just a celestial weapon, but at that moment just now, he knew that disobedience was not so simple, and the lowest was the existence of the upper level of the mysterious weapon, and even the spiritual weapon was not necessarily.

Ling Zheng thought secretly in his heart, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face, and he carefully observed the rebellion in his hand, and his heart was already happy. I didn't expect that picking up a weapon casually was a spiritual weapon, if it weren't for what happened over the years, Ling Zheng would have felt that he must be a darling favored by heaven. In the entire Yuanling Continent, the number of spiritual weapons will definitely not exceed five, and it will definitely be the treasure of the Zhenzong. Of course, not to mention that in the entire Yuanling Continent, even in the Xuan Realm, which is countless times higher than the Yuanling Continent, spiritual weapons are extremely rare.

Ling Zheng was happy, suddenly his expression froze, he swept to the entrance of the cave in a few steps, and looked outside, only to see that the two of them were looking east and west not far away, not knowing what they were looking for. However, Ling Zheng thought for a moment, but his expression changed, maybe these two people were from the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group, and they might not have come to find him.

Ling Zheng decided to take down these two people, and asked clearly, as the so-called knowing oneself and knowing the other side can win a hundred battles. And the reason that made Ling Zheng make up his mind was that these two people were just eighth-order martial arts cultivators, and Ling Zheng was sure that he would take them down without alarming them. Ling Zheng cautiously swept out of the hole, and in the blink of an eye, he was behind the two of them, and before the two of them could react, Ling Zheng waved his hand and stunned them one by one.

"Tell me how many people you've sent to me. Bringing the two of them to the cave, Ling Zheng woke one of them up and asked coldly. The reason why Ling Zheng asked this was to tell them, I know that you two are members of the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group, don't try to fool me.

The man was stunned for a moment, and then when he heard Ling Zheng's words, he noticed Ling Zheng and the cold blade across his neck.

"I don't know, I really don't know?" the man was about to cry, just now he was still thinking, after finding Ling Zheng, he grabbed Ling Zheng with his own hands, and then received a reward from the head of the regiment. But in the blink of an eye, he became a prisoner of others, and his life was pinched in the hands of others.

"Then how many people are left in your group, who is the highest cultivation, and what cultivation?" Ling Zheng spoke again.

"There are still more than two hundred people left in our group, and the highest cultivation is Commander Luo, who is the fifth order of heart refining. The man didn't think about it, but replied that he wasn't a man of iron bones, he was just a poor man trying to live.

"How many cultivators are there in your group leader refining the state of mind?" Ling Zheng pondered for a moment and asked an important question again.

"There are a total of twelve people who have cultivated the state of mind, and the rest are all from the seventh to the ninth order of martial arts, and the twelve people who have refined the state of mind are ....... That person was also confused, but began to cooperate with Ling Zheng's question, he was just a little miscellaneous fish, and he didn't want to throw his life here.

Ling Zheng knocked him unconscious again, woke up the other person, and asked the same question, and both of them had similar answers. Ling Zheng groaned in his heart, even if he faced a third-order person refining his heart, he might not be able to win, not to mention that the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group still had two fourth-order heart refining and one fifth-order cultivator.

It seems that he has to plan carefully, otherwise his life may really be lost here, Ling Zheng thought secretly in his heart. He had a sense of crisis in his heart, the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group had now locked its sights on this small area of himself, presumably it would be a matter of time before he could find himself, and if he wanted to escape at that time, I am afraid it would not be so easy.

The only way was to go to the depths of the eternal night, and Ling Zheng finally found that there seemed to be only one choice. However, he is not a person who gives up easily, he mutters for a while, or try to see if he can break through first, and then decide whether to go deeper or not.

Ling Zheng knocked those two people unconscious, but did not kill them, for him, it didn't matter if those two people killed or not, it was just a small role. Out of the cave, Ling Zheng jumped onto a tree and hid in the dense leaves, ready to observe the surrounding situation. But as soon as he jumped up the tree, he suddenly slapped his forehead and scolded himself for being stupid. Now that the enemy has set his sights on this small area, there will definitely be people condescending to observe this area, jumping on the big tree themselves, how can such an obvious target not be discovered.

Ling Zheng didn't think about it, he didn't have to try it now, he hurried to the depths of the eternal night, otherwise he would wait for the cultivators of the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Regiment to arrive and stop him. As long as you delay a little, you will immediately fall into a siege, and at that time, no matter how strong you are, you can only be caught with your hands tied.

It's a pity that Ling Zheng underestimated the determination of the Imperial Tomb Mercenary Group, and when he had just swept down the tree and ran not far away, he saw a cultivator of the Mind Refining Realm stop in front of him. Ling Zheng's expression changed slightly, but he was not afraid, the brave won when he met on the narrow road, quickly pulled out the rebellion on his back, and rushed forward without hesitation.

The expression of the person refining the state of mind changed slightly, and when he saw Ling Zheng rushing up, he gritted his teeth but did not flinch. Although he only had the first order of heart refining, he didn't believe that the person in front of him could kill him in an instant, and as long as he dragged it for a while, the large army would arrive and arrest Ling Zheng.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and the long sword in the hand of the first-order cultivator of the Heart Refining Order was pointed directly at Ling Zheng's chest, his gaze resolute. But Ling Zheng didn't have the slightest intention of resisting, and raised his life to slash at the man's neck, completely thinking of fighting for his life.

Five-meter, three-meter, two-meter...... The two of them didn't seem to have the intention of stopping, and seeing that the two were about to collide together, the cultivator of the first order of heart refining finally panicked. A madman, simply a madman, the cultivator of the first order of heart refining shouted in his heart, wanting to take back the long sword and block Ling Zheng's broadsword.