Ming Bufan didn't dodge or dodge, looking at the huge ice blue flying in, his expression didn't change at all.

In the next moment, the ice crystals the size of a skull slammed into Ming Bufan's dry chest, which was only ribs.

There was a bang, white smoke filled the air, blurring vision.

"Let's go, most likely dead. ”

The man turned back confidently, it was his well-known spell - Xiao Hanbing, he relied on this spell to defeat many monks of the same level, and how could this mortal in front of him still be alive.

Several other people also turned their heads one after another, and mortals were like this in their eyes, and they could just be pinched to death at will.

"Hmm...... It's good. ”

The monk in green clothes looked at the white mist, it was definitely a little strange, if it was a mortal, the ice crystal should not be so broken, but in the end he turned around and kept up with everyone, how could mortals resist the blow of the monk.

And that sword cultivator, they didn't care at all, it didn't matter if they died with that mortal, they hadn't paid any attention to him from beginning to end, and the only time was only after being ridiculed by the monk in green clothes.

"You monks, why are you all the same, just leave like this, I'm afraid it's a little disrespectful to me.....

A word slowly came out of the white mist.

The startled monks immediately turned around, and what they saw really frightened them.

"How could it be !!?"

The white mist dissipated, and some of them only stood in place unscathed, only the hair condensed many ice crystals.

patted his chest, and it didn't seem to bring a trace of pain to Ming Bufan just now.

No matter how shocked the monks were, Ming Bufan just raised his right hand and looked at where only a leaf-like blue pattern appeared on the palm of his hand, and there was a small pattern on the side, looking carefully, it looked like a twisted rattan, which reminded him of the old devil.

Looking at Ming Bufan's neck again, there was only the blood wound left on the pendant, and the green spirit had long since disappeared.

"I don't believe it, it must have been something wrong with my previous spell. ”

The monk instantly pinched a few seals in his hand, quickly recited the incantation in his mouth, and in an instant, five ice crystals condensed above his head, which were a few points larger than before.

"Damn mortals, give me death. ”

With a loud shout, the ice crystals flew away, and the power was not small.

"Hmm? I don't know if this can absorb vitality when it is integrated into the body, what is going on, there is such a change, and it is not written in the book. ”

Ming Bufan touched his head, he felt very puzzled, the few ice crystals flying in front of him didn't take it seriously at all.

"If not, try it??"

Ming Bufan muttered to himself, and shook his dry arm in front of him, only five loud noises, the white mist dispersed, Ming Bufan's eyes remained the same, and he wanted to walk forward slowly.

"It's going to die!!"

The monk scolded indignantly.

"This mortal who should have a thousand knives, after coming down the mountain, kill him a hundred to sacrifice the Dharma and exercise his proficiency in spells. ”

"Huh?" the monk in green clothes quietly retreated from the crowd.

"Also, the mortals are too reluctant now, the mortals in the city over there are not afraid to meet me, and the mortals on the edge of the wasteland are also like this, I have long been unhappy, and when the time comes, I will go to slaughter a small town with you to vent. ”

The other monk said the same thing, he wanted to get on good terms with this person, and the other party's performance just now was not bad.

However, the next moment, everyone was speechless.

Ming Bufan walked out of the clouds and mist slowly, still unscathed.

"Red.... Red.... Red Blood Demon !!!"

This word came to everyone's hearts, and fear suddenly spread all over their bodies.

"Don't be afraid, if we cast a spell together, we will be able to stop him for a while, but we will have a chance to escape. ”

The monk shouted so loudly that he pulled the crowd out of their fear.

"Yes, there are so many of us, don't be afraid !!"

The monk surnamed Hu also spoke.

"That's ........."

Everyone responded one after another, and the spiritual power fluctuations instantly became rich.

What blue fire fox, seven-foot ice spear, dense ground thorns, green wood vines of the spells have been cast, towards Ming Bufan, the momentum is a little terrifying, no one is showing their own housekeeping skills.

They had all heard that the Red Blood Demon had killed a high-level spiritual monk.

The monk in green clothes was hiding behind unconsciously, and he only cast an inconspicuous small spell in his hand, but after seeing that everyone's spells were all sent out, his figure was instantly illusory, and he was about to flee before everyone could react.

"I said don't go this way, it's not okay, you will use your lives to save me. ”

The monk in Tsing Yi muttered softly to himself, ignoring the roar of a tiger coming from behind him.

"A bunch of fools, what a ....... Uh???"

Before he finished speaking, his chest was cold, and when he looked down, a withered arm poked out of his chest, and it was bright red.

Looking back, there was only a pair of indifferent eyes.

"You..... Cannot..... Good death ......"

With a tilt of his head, the monk in Tsing Yi died.

The monks turned their heads one after another, their expressions not knowing how to behave.

Ming Bufan shook the person hanging on his arm, feeling as if there was no weight.

"One person, about 100 catties, and now I feel like this, my body is estimated to have the power of four elephants, which is more than doubled, and sure enough, the pain is not in vain. ”

The corners of Ming Bufan's mouth curled slightly, he was still a little happy, and he didn't go to see other monks.

And those monks were all stunned, and they hadn't yet reacted to what was going on at this time, but there was one word that came to their minds, and that side was-death!!

They also finally felt the great terror that the sword cultivator felt.

"I don't know how much the strength of the flesh has increased, I can already resist some low-level spells, and the strength is also doubled, it depends on whether I can absorb the vitality now, if not, it will be a great tragedy. ”

Although Ming Bufan said this, he also knew the result, whether he could absorb the vitality or not, he knew very well now, that the green spirit was integrated into his body, and the effect on the green spirit was completely like using his own limbs.

Just as his heart moved, the body hanging on his arm was instantly shocked into a blood mist by the huge force, and the clothes also turned into rags and flew around.

A white qi slowly condensed from the blood mist and burrowed into the blue pattern in the palm of Ming Bufan's hand.

But it didn't turn into a little blood, and Ming Bufan's heart was shocked, and a breath of death shrouded him, but it was only for a moment, and it disappeared.

"I'm angry, but this death intent is also obvious. ”

"Alright, alright, I'll free you too. ”

Ming Bufan turned his head and looked at the monks.

They came to their senses, but they couldn't say a word of mercy.

"Death is fair to everyone, murderers are always killed, everyone has other people's lives in their hands, you don't miss me, I don't miss a group of you, go well, or reincarnate a good baby in the next life, don't be a monk again, how good it is to be a mortal, haha." ”

Ming Bufan laughed, looking at their frightened eyes, as if they were asking for mercy, but they couldn't speak.

"Oh, that's right, the one who was robbed of life, the three souls lost one soul, it seems that he can't enter reincarnation, so I have to die because of this. ”

Suddenly thinking of this, he said softly, which made those monks fearful, but the next moment, there was no longer that feeling of fear, because they had turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Slowly retracted his fist, there was not half a leaf around, only a black stone ground here.

"Since it was made out of thin air, the name of 'shaking the earth' doesn't match, so it's better to call it 'breaking the sky'."

A trace of anger floated in and fell into the palm of Ming Bufan's hand.

Picking up all the cloth bags scattered among the fallen leaves is also a big gain.

Walking towards the sword cultivator, the man was still there, motionless.

"The Red Blood Devil, it seems that when he went crazy, he killed a lot of monks, and he actually gave him this title, fortunately, there are no powerful monks passing by, and then he will not be a Red Blood Demon, I am afraid that he will have to be called a Red Blood Dead." ”

Ming Bufan muttered to himself, a little helpless, it was too painful at that time, he didn't dare to think back to his feelings at that time, or he didn't know how he survived at all.

"Hey, you can move. ”

Ming Bufan walked to the side of the sword-carrying monk and said casually.

But the monk remained unmoved.

"Uh-huh........"

Ming Bufan suddenly thought of something, his current body exuded a terrifying power all the time, and those who were weaker than him would feel the horror and dare not move for half a minute.

Just as when he was so weak, he saw the unknown monster by the lake outside Candleflower Town, and he was also uncontrolled for a while, which was the invisible control that the strong brought to the weak.

With a slight movement in his mind, he put away the momentum that was unintentionally emanated, and the sword cultivator fell to the ground in an instant, gasping for breath.

However, before he could take a few breaths, he screamed loudly.

"Don't kill me!!I can do things for you, just don't kill me!!!"

The sword-carrying monk looked at Ming Bufan, his eyes had a lot of fear, but at the same time there were some other things, he only had one thought, that is, he must not die here, even if he had to survive, he wanted to become a real sword cultivator.

Ming Bufan looked at the magic of the monk, and groaned a little, he didn't want to kill him, but at this time, he seemed to see his former self, and sighed a little, if there was no fortune teller, where would he be, maybe he would have died.

What is the same as him is the persistence, but the difference is the confidence in the monk's eyes.

Ming Bufan, who had heard the previous words, knew that it was confidence in himself that he could become a strong man.

Think about yourself, at that time, how did he have any self-confidence, his self-confidence was all given by the fortune teller, if it was true, he was useless, and his only strength was only obtained by such unbearable means.

Perhaps, Ming Bufan was a little envious in his heart.

This is the monk, you can see the glimmer of light in the sky, even if the road ahead is bleak, he can also strengthen his beliefs, continue to work hard, and keep moving forward, and this ordinary-looking, tattered low-level monk is also a little envious of Ming Bufan, monk monk, he Ming Bufan cultivates to death.

"Alas......"

Ming Bufan sighed unconsciously.

The slightest hint of non-existence was removed, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"Of course, I won't kill you, and after that, you will follow me. ”

Ming Bufan didn't know why he made such a decision, or if he had his own set of arguments, saying that he had encountered a monster like the Spirit Channel Worm before, or he had to find someone who knew magic.

The sword-carrying monk was stunned for a moment, a little suspicious of his ears, and the feeling of the rest of his life after the catastrophe instantly filled his heart, and he immediately kowtowed to Ming Bufan.

"Thank you for the grace of not killing, thank you for the grace of not killing!!"

Ming Bufan glanced at him.

"I don't need to over. ”

After groping in the cloth bag on his waist, he took out the cyan short sword, along with a book of exercises-[Qingyun Jue].

Then I looked at the cyan short sword, I accompanied myself for a long time, and then I couldn't use it, with the trick of 'breaking the sky', where do you need a short sword, the fist is the best murder weapon.

"Take it, throw away your broken sword, it looks shabby. ”

The monk suddenly thought in his mind, if he didn't kill him, it was already the greatest kindness, and now he gave him a treasure, his hands trembled, if he caught two things like a treasure, the cyan short sword he saw at first glance that it was not an ordinary product, and the exercise that was written [Qingyun Jue] was a surprise to him, he originally practiced a garbage exercise, barely related to the sword, and now it is really a sword in his hand, for him, it is too dreamy, he almost thinks that he is dreaming now.

However, when he heard Ming Bufan's later words, he was stunned.

"Can you not throw it, this is the first sword I have ever gotten. The monk said hesitantly, he was afraid of upsetting Ming Bufan, what if he pinched himself to death casually, but this embroidered sword was almost as important to him as life.

Ming Bufan glanced at him, and sure enough, like his previous self, the first thing was a very precious thing.

Shook his head.

"That's up to you, and what's the name. ”

"Hong Qing"

The monk said happily, this embroidered sword, which he picked up from an ancient Taoist temple, has saved his life several times, and even named it Qinghong.

"Well, Hong Qing, you have been cultivating here for three months, and I have a lot of spirit cores, and then I will go to that Lonely Cloud Peak, I hope you can have a little effect when the time comes." ”

Ming Bufan said this, just to throw Hong Qing a cloth bag, just to walk towards the cave, he was really a little hungry, from his current appearance of skin and bones, it can be seen that he is going to eat the meat of the Lingqu worm, and he doesn't know if it is bad or not.

"What's that brother's name? He didn't know how to call Ming Bufan, and in the end he only called one brother.

"Ming Bufan, or Ming Tie" Ming Bufan glanced back at him.

"And ...... Does this dagger have a name?"

Hong Qing asked this sentence with some hesitation, and he also saw that Ming Bufan's body was unwell.

"Hmm..... No, whoever you are, take one. With that, he ran towards the cave without looking back, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

"That'..... It's called ..... Blooded.... How to ???"

Hong Qing shouted loudly to Ming Bufan, who was far away, the owner of this sword is Ming Bufan, he himself is the person who loves swords the most, he naturally saw at first glance that Ming Bufan liked such a cyan short sword, and now he gave it to himself, at least to give him a name, and Ming Bufan was called the Red Blood Demon, and when the sword left him, he thought of a 'bloody' name.

"Whatever you want...."

Ming Bufan said in his mouth, but he also understood what it meant in his heart, but now he had to go eat something.

The huge white corpse in the cave still lay quietly, barely changing.