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The terrain here was quite strange, and Ling Xiaoye had this feeling when he first came to practice, so he also asked Qin Ruoli to take him up to the big tree to watch. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Sure enough, the terrain here, including the place where these trees grow, faintly has the style of a magic circle, with the understanding of the magic circle, as well as the flow trend of the aura here, the magic circle that Ling Xiaoye arranged here can not only greatly increase the power, but also the consumption of mana is not as much as usual.

So at this time, Ling Xiaoye, with the mentality of trying it out, frantically injected mana.

The magic circle made a slight sound, and the speed of the phantom inside accelerated, and several continuous screams were heard in an instant. Three or four bandits who cultivated in the Vein Seal Realm, some were cut in half, some were pierced through their bodies, and some had broken hands and feet, anyway, they were lightly swiped by the phantom of this magic circle, and their souls returned to their hometowns.

The rest of the bandits fled one after another, but they couldn't escape the speed of the phantom of this magic circle, the wounded were injured, and the dead were killed.

The man in Tsing Yi shouted, with an unwilling expression, smashed these phantoms and killed a passage. He was a Soul Sea Realm martial artist, and Ling Xiaoye's Pulse Seal Realm's magic circle was still not enough damage to him.

But the big man in Tsing Yi didn't take a few steps before he was besieged by several weapon phantoms at the same time. He used his martial arts, dancing like a tiger and a tiger, strong and powerful, and several phantoms were smashed by the plate axe. However, the big man in Tsing Yi couldn't do it, and before he had time to return to defense, he was pierced through the thigh by a phantom behind him, and then half-knelt on the ground.

Seeing this, the rest of the bandits also used their housekeeping skills, and they didn't want to die here, let alone be killed by a Pulse Seal Realm martial artist!

The bandit's morale recovered a little at once, but Ling Xiaoye was not so merciful and continued to increase the intensity of injecting mana.

The speed of the magic circle has been significantly accelerated, and the speed of the phantom inside can be comparable to that of a person in the early stage of the life wheel, and the strength has also reached the early stage of the soul sea.

Within a few breaths, the warriors with slightly lower cultivation fell to the ground one after another, and the wounded died.

Ling Xiaoye was actually a ruthless butcher, and in the past two months, the beasts that had died under his command could be placed around the Death Mountain Range three times. In addition, he was threatened by these mafia bandits before, so he didn't have much affection for these bandits, just as if they were a group of beasts who could speak human words.

Killing these scumbags is, he thought to himself, and his strength couldn't help but increase a little.

In the blink of an eye, only the big man in Tsing Yi was still struggling, and the rest of the thieves were either lying motionless and not knowing whether they were alive or dead, or they fell to the ground and convulsed, wailing in pain.

A small group of bandits was powerless to fight back in front of a Pulse Seal Realm martial artist who knew the art of the magic array! Those who had not gone far from the Sea Dragon Gate found that the black-handed bandits had not chased after them, so they looked back and saw that the time for a stick of incense had not yet arrived, and these bandits who were going to kill them had actually been defeated.

These Sea Dragon Sect disciples did not move, nor did they leave, because they knew that the enemy of the enemy was not a friend but not necessarily an enemy, so they hurriedly took advantage of the gap to quickly meditate and rest to recover their physical strength and mana.

What shocked them was playing out vividly in front of their eyes, shocking their jaws: this boy is too terrifying.

Qin Ruoli looked at Ling Xiaoye while paying attention to those Sea Dragon Sect disciples. When she saw that most of the black-handed thieves had been wiped out by Ling Xiaoye, and the man in Tsing Yi, who had the highest cultivation, was also seriously injured, she was also relieved.

"Who are you? The man who dares to kill me and hurt my black hand bandit? Are you tired of it?" The man in Tsing Yi propped himself up with a plate axe, trying to stand up, but he couldn't stand firmly, the wound on his leg cracked, and the severe pain came, and he knelt straight on the ground.

"Big brother, why are you so troubled? even if you kneel a few more times, the little brother doesn't have a red envelope for you!" Ling Xiaoye stopped injecting mana, and smiled, unknowingly having an extra sword in his hand.

"You ......" The big man in Tsing Yi was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood directly, and his internal organs, which had been injured by several phantom weapons before, were so excited by Ling Xiaoye that he felt pain.

With a body of mana and martial arts, the injured Soul Sea Realm martial artist at this moment is like a beast with a broken leg, and no matter how hard he struggles, he can't get rid of the fate of being hunted.

The big man in Tsing Yi still wanted to fight to the death, but the plate axe directly threw out his hand and flew towards Ling Xiaoye's face, which was the final blow, using all his strength.

Ling Xiaoye cast a phantom cloud step, swimming like a ghost, the phantom flickered, dodged the two flying axes, and quietly came behind the man in Tsing Yi.

"It's over...... the man in Tsing Yi closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

The sword flashed, and the sharp sword in Ling Xiaoye's hand instantly pierced the big man's head and heart. There is no need for mercy for this kind of bandit who specializes in killing people and taking money.

On the ground, Ling Xiaoye's voice and shadow were elegant and smart, swimming among those dying bandits, and the sword in his hand used the third type of chaotic wind of the frightening sword technique, only to see the sword light flashing, like a gust of wind sweeping over the hillside, and the weeds rose and fell. It is also like a summer pond, where the wind blows through the water, stirring up bursts of water waves and rippling in all directions.

And the subtle hiss of the sword body across the void was like a mourning song, which made people shudder.

Those bandits whose fate was hanging by a thread were finally pierced by Ling Xiaoye one by one, ending their life of sin.

Blood kept falling from the tip of the sword, and Ling Xiaoye walked towards the towering tree while gently wiping it. After retracting the magic circle flying knife, he raised his head and shouted, "Auntie, do you still want to watch the play?"

The disciples of the Sea Dragon Sect not far away sensed that the breath of the bandits was completely gone, and they breathed a sigh of relief. Some suggested that it would be better to go to the boy and thank him, and that it would be better to make a friend than to meet an enemy.

One of the disciples, the man who had come forward to negotiate before, was staring intently at the saber in Ling Xiaoye's hand at the moment. I couldn't help but have a trace of doubt in my heart: this sword, the texture of the hilt carving is very special, it is the saber of my cousin Niu Qingzhi, how could it get into the hands of the young man.

So he began to say: "Senior brothers, although this young man has saved our lives, but the sword in his hand, I, Niu Qinglin, recognize, is my cousin's sword, how can it be in his hand? ”

When the disciples heard this, they fell silent. Niu Qingzhi is just an ordinary disciple of the outer gate, but the Niu Qinglin in front of him can be regarded as the number one master in the inner door, and what he said also has a certain truth.

"It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's hurry to the emergency contact point of the sect in the northern part of the mountain range, find the same sect, and fight the enemy together. As for this young man, treat him as a potential enemy first, and don't provoke or deal with him. There are also those juniors and disciples who have died, this is their life, so don't live like this. ”

Niu Qinglin breathed a sigh of relief, and the mana that had just been lost had received some replies at this moment. He called the surviving disciples and prepared to hurry.

Niu Qinglin's natural way is the horror of the young man in front of him, and the horror is only when he reaches the contact point and explains the situation to the strong clansmen who led them to come to experience, can he have a chance to take down the young man and ask why this sword is in his hands.

After thinking about it, Niu Qinglin waved his hand, and the figures of several disciples of the Sea Dragon Sect disappeared into the vast forest sea.

Qin Ruoli naturally heard these words, but these Sea Dragon Sect disciples did not have the intention of killing Ling Xiaoye, they only regarded them as potential enemies, so they gave up and did not chase them down.

After she got off the tree, she asked Ling Xiaoye to search the bodies of those bandits and find some dry food and the like.

Ling Xiaoye was helpless, these people were stabbed by him and blood flowed all over the ground, and then went to find dry food, which was simply a snake to add to the painting. But there is no way, Qin Ruoli's request, he still has to complete it.

After some searching, I didn't find dry food, but I got a few basic exercises and some ordinary weapons such as small flying knives, and these people didn't have much money on them.

Qin Ruoli frowned, as if he was a little disappointed with the money of these bandits.

Ling Xiaoye didn't care so much, and asked, "Auntie, in my opinion, let's change places." ”

"Now that the Mafiah bandits have reached the northern part of the Death Mountain Range, these sect disciples have also been besieged and killed. It seems that the Divine Wood Essence we got some time ago may be the fuse that made these bandits dispatch. ”

Qin Ruoli continued to ponder, thought for a moment, and made the same decision: change places, or travel during the day and fly at night.

She caught Ling Xiaoye and took off into the air, quickly moving away from here first, and hurried to find a small road.

The eastern mountains can't go back, and they are in the north at the moment, and the south is a little far, so it's better to go to the west first. As for the terrain of the Death Mountain Range, Qin Ruoli was familiar with it after many inspections, so he decided to go to the western part of the Death Mountain Range.

But there is a sign that danger should not be entered unless necessary, and it is better to go in a group.

A dangerous place, if handled properly, is also a safe place.

After Qin Ruoli estimated that after flying dozens of miles, there happened to be a path underneath that extended to the west, so she got off the ground and walked. She easily taught Ling Xiaoye a breathing technique that she had obtained by chance, which could not only mask her own aura and mana fluctuations, so as not to be sensed by the big man with her divine sense, but also create the illusion of low-level cultivation.

Although a low cultivation may be bullied by a martial artist monk with a similar cultivation, for the strong, this kind of worm-level weakling, they are disdainful.

The two of them concealed their aura as ordinary martial artists in the Vein Seal Realm, and hurried away.

In the past, Ling Xiaoye was quite unhappy with Senior Brother Du's temperament of fleeing if he couldn't beat him, but after many truly bloody battles, he gradually felt that it was still necessary to retreat at the right time to avoid the enemy's edge. So in the current hurry, he doesn't have too many ideas, his own cultivation is low, and he has to rely on the protection of his aunt in the life wheel realm, and he has to withdraw if he should withdraw.

It was another day and night journey, and the rest time was only a short stick of incense, and the two of them were back on the road. Finally, after ten days, we reached the western part of the Death Mountains.