"Ahh

Du Fei, who only had the right half of his body left, screamed in pain and unwillingly, he never thought that he would be defeated by Ling Zheng like this.

He is a cultivator of the Great Perfection Realm of the Spirit Condensation Realm, and there is still the ultimate means that have not been used, how can he be willing!

But the spell that Ling Zheng used before was too weird, you know, the Phantom Demon Bead was a magic weapon comparable to a mid-level spiritual weapon, and it was actually blown out by that handprint phantom that was not as big as a palm?

Only then did he remember what Ling Zheng had said when he cast this spell, the handprint phantom, it seemed to be a non-attribute spell.

But hadn't the cultivation inheritance of the attributeless spirit vein been cut off a long time ago?How did Ling Zheng learn this strange and powerful attributeless spell?

If an ordinary person is directly blown up and half of his body is blown up, he will die immediately. Although Du Fei was a cultivator of the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensation Realm, his body had been tempered by spiritual power, and his vitality was very strong, but after being injured so severely, he still felt a little unbearable.

With his only left hand, he reluctantly cast two first-order water attribute healing spells on himself, slightly controlling his blood loss speed, and his vision became a little clearer.

But before his vision was clear, Du Fei saw Ling Zheng standing in front of him, holding the Dancing Wind Sword condescendingly, staring at him expressionlessly.

In Ling Zheng's other hand, he was still holding the Phantom Demon Bead, which had lost its light at the moment.

"Don't, don't kill me......" The remaining half of Du Fei's body kept struggling to retreat, but the more he struggled, the faster the blood flowed.

Ling Zheng looked at Du Fei, without any pity on his face or in his heart, and asked, "In the Burning Fire Gate, are you the only one who is the internal response of the Red Pink Palace?"

"Only, I'm the only one, please don't ......"

Before Du Fei finished speaking, Ling Zheng nodded, and slashed Du Fei's head with a swing of the Dancing Wind Sword in his hand.

Du Feiyuan's eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. Ling Zheng looked into his eyes for a long time before he said, "Be a good person in your next life." ”

After that, Ling Zheng put away the Dancing Wind Sword and began to clean up the scene, he knew that this place could not be left for long.

After piling the two corpses left by Du Fei and Yu Cong, who had died earlier, together with the broken wood all over the ground, Ling Zheng raised his hand and shot out two first-order fire knife talismans.

Looking at the raging fire, Ling Zheng threw two first-order Yin Eclipse talismans into the fire. After about a cup of tea, all that remained was a pile of black ashes on the ground.

Ling Zheng was about to take these ashes away and take them to the fifth layer of the Burning Fire Crypt to throw them away, when he suddenly felt a little moist on his face, and when he looked up, thunder flashed in the dark clouds in the sky, and it rained heavily in an instant.

Seeing that it was raining, Ling Zheng knew that the blood stains and ashes around it would not take long to be washed away, but he also dispelled the idea of continuing to clean up the scene, so he took the Qiankun bags of Du Fei and Yu Cong, and left this desolate valley like a ghost while the effect of the Wind Walking Technique had not disappeared.

After returning to his cabin, Ling Zheng hurriedly swallowed a few first-grade pills to restore the spiritual power in his body. After a while, I felt better.

For the first time today, he cast the Empty Residual Seal in a battle, although the spiritual power in his body instantly disappeared to ninety percent, the effect of the Empty Residual Seal greatly exceeded Ling Zheng's expectations.

Ling Zheng didn't have any expectations for this attributeless spell that he didn't know the grade at all, but because as long as it was cast, it would consume ninety percent of his spiritual power, and Ling Zheng felt that if the power of this empty remnant seal could be twice as powerful as other attribute spells, he would be quite satisfied.

But what he didn't expect was that the empty remnant seal gave Ling Zheng a big surprise!

He had tried this empty remnant seal before, and after punching it out, he couldn't even blow up a big bluestone. But what I didn't expect was that this empty remnant seal actually flew out of the Demon Weapon Ghost Demon Bead, whose power was comparable to that of a first-grade mid-level spirit weapon, and it also seriously injured Du Fei, who had cultivated in the Great Perfection of the Spirit Realm!

What the hell is going on? How did the power of the Empty Remnant Seal suddenly become so great?

Ling Zheng was troubled by this question for a long time, and after the spiritual power in his body was fully restored, he walked out of the small cabin that leaked wind and rain, stood in the rain, and once again cast the empty remnant seal.

After the thirty-six handprints were formed, Ling Zheng once again shot out a palm-sized handprint phantom, but the handprint phantom only pierced through the heavy rain curtain, and after a while, it exploded into a ray of light, and not even a pit exploded.

Ling Zheng, who had consumed ninety percent of his spiritual power again, stood in the rain, his face full of doubts, he took out a few pills again, swallowed them, and turned around and returned to the cabin.

After thinking about it to no avail, Ling Zheng decided not to think about it for the time being.

He dried his rain-soaked clothes and put aside the black ancient mirror that he had been carrying in his arms.

After that, Ling Zheng took out the two Qiankun bags on Du Fei and Yu Cong, wanting to see what net worth these two people had.

Yu Cong's Qiankun bag only had two first-grade low-grade Huang Ludan, which were casually thrown into Ling Zheng's mouth. Then there are a few first-order talismans, the most valuable, that is, the eleven ordinary medicinal herbs with bright yellow bodies.

Because Ling Zheng had read the "Chronicles of the Pills", he recognized that it was a kind of herb called Huanghuancao, which was mostly used to refine a grade of pills, like that low-grade Huanglu Dan, whose main medicine was this Huanghuancao.

To refine the elixir, all that is needed are spiritual medicinal materials. There are many kinds of spiritual medicinal materials in the cultivation realm, and after combining them, the elixirs refined are also different.

Ling Zheng saw that there was only a faint white ring on the leaves of these eleven yellow ring grasses, and immediately concluded that these eleven yellow ring grasses might only be one year old.

Suddenly remembering that Yu Cong was on an errand in the medicine field of the Burning Fire Gate, Ling Zheng felt that most of the eleven Huanghuan Grass were stolen by Yu Cong when he was on an errand. So, he threw it next to the black ancient mirror, ready to clean it up later.

Then, Ling Zheng picked up Du Fei's Qiankun bag, he expected that since this Du Fei was in the Great Perfection Realm of the Spirit Condensation Realm, and he was also the internal Ying of the Red Pink Palace, his net worth would definitely not be as shabby as Yu Cong.

But what disappointed Ling Zheng was that Du Fei's net worth was really not much stronger than Yu Cong's, except for a few Yellow Lu Pills, a few first-order talismans, and more than twenty Yellow Ring Grasses that were also only one year old, he could get his hands on them, as well as a bottle of pills that he didn't know his true face.

That bottle of elixir, the bottle was actually carved from a first-order yin-attribute spirit jade, although that yin-attribute spirit jade had already absorbed the spiritual power, but since it could be made into a bottle with this material, Ling Zheng felt that this pill was definitely not ordinary.

Ling Zheng put the twenty or so Yellow Ring Grass together with the eleven trees from before, and then picked up the bottle of pill and carefully uncorked it.

As soon as the cork was opened, Ling Zheng was almost choked by the foul smell released from the bottle.

He covered his nose and carefully poured out a jet-black glowing elixir, and after just a few glances, he knew what it was.

According to the records of the "Records of the Pill", this pill is a high-grade pill called the Blood Rush Pill, after taking it, it can allow you to absorb the aura of heaven and earth, and the speed of refining spiritual power will increase tenfold, and the effect will last for three days. But the price is to reduce life expectancy by three years.

Therefore, because of the harm to heaven and harmony, this Blood Fierce Pill is regarded as a forbidden object by immortal path cultivators in the cultivation realm, but it is extremely common among demon path cultivators.

This vial of Blood Pills was estimated to have at least five or six pills, but now there were only two left. Ling Zheng guessed that Du Fei was most likely because of taking this Blood Stimulation Pill, so he had raised his cultivation from the seventh order of the Spirit Condensation Realm to the Great Perfection of the Spirit Condensing Realm in a short period of time.

That is, this guy has overdrawn his life for at least ten years!

Only then did Ling Zheng know how lucky he was, if he hadn't had the Black Ancient Mirror, if he had been given such a bottle of Blood Pill, he knew that he might not be able to resist the temptation of rapid improvement in cultivation.

With a grateful gaze, Ling Zheng turned his head to the black ancient mirror, but just glanced at the black ancient mirror, and Ling Zheng's neck suddenly froze.

Originally, there were more than thirty yellow ring grasses that he placed near the black ancient mirror, but I don't know why, there was only one left!