Changfeng Town was still calm, but the disgusting smell of decay filled the air, causing the few people who came to frown.

"Why does it stink so badly here, what the hell is going on?"

A monk spoke, she couldn't stand the stench, and had cast a few spells, turning into a few rays of light around her body to avoid the unpleasant smell.

The other male monks looked disapproving, it was just the smell of rotting corpses, which was really accustomed to them as casual cultivators who often fought at the bottom, after all, many times they wanted to fight for a small cultivation resource.

A few people walked to the front of a slightly taller house, and the smell of decay wafted from it.

The door was opened, and a stream of scavenging insects poured out wildly.

I saw that the person in the leader, with a wave of his arm, turned into a flame and poured out, and all the flying insects instantly turned into ashes.

Look into it again.

A few words of decomposing corpses fell to the side in a scattered manner.

"Gross...."

The nun glanced at it, and instantly felt uncomfortable, this scene was indeed disgusting, those corpses were all squirming worms, many places were white bones exposed, and there were several dead bodies separated and severed limbs.

"Looking at the appearance of such clothes, it should be a member of the Demon Sect, and this way of dying is really a bit strange, it is like being killed by a fierce beast, but if so, why was it not devoured by that fierce beast. ”

The man in the lead said softly.

"You go and look at the other houses, and I guess that's probably the case, probably some terrible person. ”

Several people nodded in response, they joined together on the way, and the man in front of him was much higher than any of them, so he also listened to his words, after all, loose cultivation is weak, and there has always been such a rule that does not need to be said, which is also one of the reasons why loose cultivation can stand in the world and survive under so many great sects.

Half a moment later, several people gathered in the center of the town, where there was still a corpse, unclothed.

The crowd was a little strange, but the man at the head was thoughtful.

"Most of these people were killed during the night, and all the contents of their clothing were gone, so it seems unlikely that they were inflicted by wild animals. ”

Everyone was stunned, but the friar pouted.

"It doesn't matter who killed him, let's go into the mountains quickly, it's disgusting here. He looked at the corpse with a look of disgust, and said coquettishly to the man who was the leader, who seemed to have a good relationship.

"Also, let's leave early, if the people of the Demon Sect come later, it will be bad to think that we have something to do with such a thing. ”

A slightly handsome man said softly, causing several people to nod their heads and look at the person in charge, after all, they still had to listen to this person's words.

The man at the head looked around, his eyes rolling slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Then, as if he had come to some conclusion, he bowed his head lightly and said: "Then let's do it, enter the mountain early, and we may encounter some opportunities later, Naba Wu is the cultivation place of the ancient saints." ”

After that, head to the west, the purpose is Naba Wu Shen Mountain.

Everyone didn't have to say much, they had their own purpose in their hearts, and they all followed quickly.

Above the wasteland, there is a green field, and in one of the green swamps, a vigorous figure emerges in it, and entangled with it is a cyan giant Jiao.

The sturdy figure was wrapped only in a cyan animal skin, with a strip of black and white cloth held steady around his waist, and his shoulder-length short hair was tied in his head, and with the rapid movement of the figure, it also swayed, like the dog's tail.

"Roaring !!!"

With a roar to the sky, the huge head of the frog was raised, and the mouth was full of sharp teeth, with a gust of fishy wind biting towards the figure.

The figure was not afraid, holding a cyan short sword in his hand, just waiting for that moment, the force under his feet exploded, and the muddy water in the swamp instantly shook and exploded, and the figure went forward, and it was about to fight with it head-on, and the momentum was not lost to the cyan giant Jiao at all.

Qingjiao was somewhat disdainful in front of him, and just as he thought that the creature in front of him was like entering his mouth, the man's body quickly twisted to the side, and a leg and foot under it flew towards the frog's neck.

The change was so sudden that the frog didn't have time to react, and a huge voice burst out, followed by a roar of pain.

This person is incredible, how light his foot is, this moment it turned into the power of an elephant, as if trampled by a fierce elephant, the cyan giant Jiao rolled to the side, writhing wildly, and countless swamps and muddy water were overturned.

Half a month has passed here, and the red pattern in his hand has retracted into the palm of his hand, leaving only two inches, and the rest of the vitality has been completely transformed into blood qi after those spirit cores have been consumed, and the power in the body has long been completely different from before.

The frog in front of him is the lord of this swamp within a radius of thirty miles, and Ming Bufan is here to find trouble for it today, what he wants is its spiritual core, and what he wants is his life.

Ming Bufan's eyes were not moved, his body jumped up again, and jumped towards the cyan giant Jiao, he knew what it was to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

Such a figure jumped away, the volume of the two sides was completely disproportionate, the scene was very strange, or if the Ming Bufan in the previous life came, he would not believe that there was such a scene at all.

As the lord of this thirty-mile swamp, Qingjiao is naturally extremely cunning, but it also has its arrogance, how can such a weak person overturn it, it is really infuriating.

In the middle of the feigned rolling, his eyes were already glowing with green light, and a vertical pupil was faint, staring straight at the figure that jumped over, only at that moment, he raised his head, opened his abyss-like bloody mouth, and swallowed it towards Ming Bufan in the air, but Ming Bufan was unabated, as if he wanted to fall into his mouth.

"Roar !!!!"

"Kill !!!"

Ming Bufan already didn't know how many lives of ordinary desolate beasts were in his hands, and now he already knew the cunning of these desolate beasts, and he had already expected such a scene.

Looking at the huge head that suddenly rose up and swallowed towards him, Ming Bufan did not panic at all, but roared with it, and the word "kill" came out with incomparable momentum, which was not weaker than the deafening beast roar.

The expression of Ming Bufan in the air remained unchanged for half a minute, and at the moment when Ming Bufan fell in front of his mouth, a cyan light flashed, and it appeared again at the back of the head of the cyan giant jiao, with a trace of blood light, and the cyan giant Jiao did not make a sound, but Ming Bufan just fell into his mouth.

The cyan giant dragon seemed to have drained all the strength of its body, and fell straight towards the swamp, only to make a muffled sound.

Ming Bufan's face was still calm, these were the scenes he expected, and he quickly crawled out of his mouth, with a fishy smell.

For the first time, he didn't care about the frog, but walked behind him.

Above the swamp, a thin line of blood floated, which was a blood that had just been brought out of the back of the frog's brain.

Walking to the end of the blood line, Ming Bufan's hand reached into the swamp, and slowly rushed into it to take out a small cyan sword, which was covered with dirt, and there was still a lot of blood on the hilt.

Ming Bufan threw away the muddy water at will, and walked towards the huge frog corpse.

Roughly calculated, this Jiao is four feet long, the body is as thick as a wooden barrel, and the single horn on the top of the head is about seven inches.

Ming Bufan skillfully pulled out all his teeth, and then inserted a sword into the top of his head, cut off the single horn, and then crossed along the wound until the tail, and then tore hard, and the huge Jiao skin fell into Ming Bufan's hands.

Put all of this into that slightly rough cloth bag, which Ming Bufan used to hold some unimportant materials.

Once you've done that, it's time for the important step.

A sword sank into the neck of the frog, and then drew a circle, and then slashed at the back of the neck, revealing a white soft substance, which was the Jiaojiao.

Ming Bufan wrapped a slight circle around his fingers, then grabbed it tightly, and then stepped on his body with one foot.

The strength surged, accompanied by a strange sound, a nearly four-zhang Jiao tendon appeared in Ming Bufan's hand, wrapped around it a few times, and then took out another delicate cloth bag in his arms and put it in, the use of this Jiao tendon is too great, Ming Bufan is now a long-distance means.

Ming Bufan exhaled slightly, today's harvest is really good.

"Finally, there is the spirit core!!

Ming Bufan scratched seven inches of Jiao's body, and a huge mouth appeared in front of him instantly, and his palm reached into it and groped, with the sound of a broken vein.

Ming Bufan took out a bitter gall the size of his fist.

"This should be expected, but it is also a surprise. ”

He smiled and muttered to himself, and then another hand reached into it, and with a crisp sound, a bloodshot blue spirit core was taken out.

Ming Bufan still doesn't know, how can this spiritual core have a color, in fact, if he goes to look at the cultivation method that he collected, it will be clear, it is written on it: The spiritual root has four attributes, turning into earth, fire, feng shui, but the spiritual core also has similarities with the spiritual root, and it is also the same, this is the water spirit core, and the previous hyena pig king's is the earth spirit core.

It's a pity that Ming Bufan has been using the spirit core to transform blood qi since he came out of Changfeng Town that night, and he doesn't have time to read those books that he thinks are useless to him.

Put this spirit core into the delicate cloth bag.

Ming Bufan looked up.

"Then use this spirit core and turn it into the power of a tiger and an elephant, or have some confidence, but the lifespan has been reduced by more than three years, I don't know if in the limited lifespan of a mortal like me, can I be strong enough to kill the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, I really don't know how much of the gap is"

Ming Bufan sighed slightly, although the strength has been a little, the life span is not long.

Fortunately, every time the power of an elephant or the power of a tiger arrives, the excess energy in the body will not be so difficult to control, but will be so arbitrary, just like the previous Ming Bufan's kick, although he already has more than the power of an elephant in his body, but only send out the power of an elephant, the effect is good, because the excess strength is not so easy to use.

Such a tiger is a qualitative change, and Ming Bufan is also looking forward to the power of that dragon, but if he reaches that time, he will already lose thirty years of life.

The life span of mortals is at most 100, and now he is more than 16 years older, and there are more than three years, but there are not many people who can live for a hundred, and he is a person who has killed countless people, and the so-called life expectancy is not credible, so he Ming Bufan himself also feels that he can't live for many years, and the fortune teller said that the ten-year covenant, but he doesn't take it seriously.

It's just that when he died, he killed some enemies, and then looked at his father and Qiao'er from a distance, or traveled through the mountains and seas, and wrote a book.

"Then this book is called the Records of Mountains and Seas......"

Ming Bufan said to himself, although this world is very exciting, he only said that his life is not long.