The path of the dead, the yin wind roars.

On the black path, a man held a bright silver knife, which reflected the light of the moon and cast a long white shadow on the wildflowers on the roadside.

"Necromancy, killing! If my strength is destined to tread on dry bones, let me start in this gloomy cavern!"

The next moment, Lin Fan stepped forward with both feet and resolutely stepped into the black cave.

"Whew~"

"Wow~"

In the depths of the black cavern, there seemed to be countless black eyes, staring at the figure walking in, revealing a greedy gaze!

"Kill!"

The silver knife was raised high, blocking the waist and cutting off a rushing necromancer, and while the long knife was absorbing the essence of the necromancy, a red and blue light also followed the blade and entered Lin Fan's body.

Lin Fan officially activated the skill attached to the hunter's broad-bladed knife.

Hunter's Broadblade: 15 damage

When attacking creeps, shine a total of 50 bonus magic damage on monsters for 2 seconds, and regenerate 20 health and 10 mana per second when fighting creeps.

With an additional 15 attack points, plus 50 magic damage, it can be used in an instant for necromancy below the fifth layer of the vein, and when fighting wild monsters, it recovers 20 health points and 10 mana points per second, which provides Lin Fan with physical support and vitality supplements.

"Wow~"

Seeing the death of his companion, the remaining necromancers did not have a trace of fear at all, but pounced on Lin Fan even more frantically.

In the past, there were monks who dared to break into the path of the necromancy, but in the end, they all became a delicious meal in the mouths of these necromancers, and the dry bones also became part of the necromancers after the baptism of the years.

These necromancers are really very different from the primordial spirits in the outside world, the skin of the primordial spirits is gray, while the skin of the necromancers is black, and in addition, the gaze of the necromancers is more fierce and fearless, which greatly enhances their combat ability.

But even so, Lin Fan would never give in.

The long knife in his hand made a garden dance, completely blocking the attack route of the evil spirits, and all the evil spirits that pounced on him would be cut off by Lin Fan with one sword.

In this way, Lin Fan walked 3,000 meters before his footsteps began to become sluggish, and there were already mountains of rancid dry bones behind him.

Quickly ingested a piece of Qing Yuan San, Lin Fan's sanity regained his clarity again.

Taking Qing Yuan San is not because Lin Fan's vitality has been exhausted, but because there is a kind of corpse poison in the air here, and if you stay here for a long time, the corpse poison will definitely paralyze people's nerves and greatly reduce their combat effectiveness.

And the Qing Yuan Powder refined by Lin Fan was refined on the pharmacology of Qing Yuan to protect the gods and restore vitality, and naturally had the effect of dissolving corpse poison.

After three thousand meters, the Necromancer's physique became much stronger, and some of them were draped in black armor and held tattered weapons in their hands.

However, compared to Lin Fan's, the weapons they took out were as immeasurable as starlight and sunlight.

Lin Fan glanced at the mace in the hand of the black necromantic soldier, and a thought came to his mind:

Broken Mace: 2 damage.

Absorbing the resentment of the necromancy in the dark, the broken mace has a toxin attached to it, and has a certain poison effect when attacking.

In Lin Fan's eyes, such a weapon was no different from broken copper and iron, but the poisonous effect made Lin Fan look at it a little.

But with this kind of strength, it still can't stop Lin Fan's footsteps.

"Slash!"

Cut off an old shield with a single sword, then slashed at the Necromancy's body, and then refined and absorbed its spirit orb.

However, at this point, Lin Fan found that the spirit beads of these necromancys also had some corpse poison attached to them more or less.

Those necromantic cultivators before were all below the fifth layer of the vein, but the necromantic general he met just now had reached the sixth layer of the vein, and when he absorbed his primordial spirit, Lin Fan's cultivation increased by 13 points, but the toxins also accumulated in the veins.

Lin Fan took out a piece of spirit jade, and continued to move forward with the light of the Night Pearl, not caring at all about the corpse poison in his body, the dark green substance that was ten million times stronger than the corpse poison was dredged by himself, and this corpse poison was nothing.

At three thousand meters, Lin Fan had refined 783 points of cultivation, and with the previous cultivation, he had reached 1,072 points.

At four thousand meters, Lin Fan's cultivation increased to 1,862 points.

5,000 meters, 2,700 points...

At 5,500 meters, his cultivation exceeded 3,000 points, and Lin Fan officially became a seventh-layer monk who opened the vein.

From the seventh layer of the vein to the eighth layer of the vein, you need to cultivate to 5,000 points, and the 5,000 points of cultivation has become a watershed, some people have not been able to cultivate the full 5,000 points of cultivation in their lifetime, and when they don't feel that they are improving, they gradually give up their efforts and begin to become depraved and enjoyable.

Lin Fan is different, with the editing system of "League of Legends", even if it is a small improvement, Lin Fan can see it clearly.

After refining so many spirit beads, the body's resistance to spirit beads gradually increased, and the fifth-order spirit beads that could originally increase their cultivation by more than a dozen points can only increase by seven or eight points now, and the spirit beads below the fifth order only increase by one or two points, or even not at all.

After another thousand meters, Lin Fan would only refine spirit beads above the sixth order, and spirit beads below the fifth order, Lin Fan would no longer need them.

He was about to enter the seven thousand meters, and the previous peak cultivator of the ninth layer of the Pulse Formation encountered the early stage of the soul melting spirit here, and then the yuan strength was exhausted, so he retreated, and Lin Fan did not lack vitality, but he was afraid of the soul melting period death spirit that he was about to face.

Outside the secret realm, an attic.

In the attic, there is a bald fat old man sitting on a wooden pier, drinking tea, while looking at the jade spirit screen in front of him, the screen displays a string of data, and there are thousands of names in detail.

"These little ghosts have been in the secret realm for four days, and I don't know what happened to them now, let me go and see. The old man flashed his fan, and then moved his fat body.

This screen is actually a merit recorder, which is connected to the merit token, and how many merits people in the secret realm have obtained are recorded by this screen, and then the merit rewards are based on the data on the screen after the trialists come out.

As soon as he approached Yuping, the fat old man Lin Yi was frightened by the scene in front of him.

According to past experience, in four days, the trialists will generally only accumulate more than 3,000 merit points, and those who can reach more than 5,000 are elites. However, there is one person, and his bar chart is exceptionally high, especially tonight, and his meritorious bar chart soars as if it has been filled with water.

Three days ago, it was 5071, but now it has become 13247, and the merit amount is still increasing in the unit of ten.

13277~

13347~

13417~

13617~

At this moment, the data jumped, and it directly increased by 200 points, and an increase of 200 merit points meant that a Yuan Spirit of the eighth layer of the Pulse was killed.

"Entered the second floor of the secret realm so quickly?" Lin Yi muttered.

13817~

14017~

14517~

"That's an increase of 500 points, which... Who could kill so many Yuan Spirits in such a short period of time?"

Lin Yi stared at the screen with his big round eyes, letting out an unbelievable gasp, he was an early stage cultivator of Soul Fusion, and he was now nearly a hundred years old, but even he couldn't kill so many Yuan Spirits in such a short period of time.

Looking down the histogram, Lin Yi saw an unfamiliar name.

Before that, he hoped that the person who would make this great feat was a member of the Lin family, but when he really saw it, he was puzzled.

"Lin Fan, isn't that Lin Changqing's son, I heard that he has been sick since he was a child and it is difficult to cultivate, but why can he enter the secret realm and obtain so many meritorious deeds. No, I'll have to tell the patriarch. ”

The current situation is beyond Lin Yi's ability, not to mention that Lin Fan's merit value has opened up the average class by more than 10,000, and Lin Fan himself is also an uncertain factor.