The direction in which Ling Xiao was running wildly suddenly turned and headed towards a certain target.

Halfway through, he didn't forget to turn around and smile at the monk.

"Smash, what are you chasing your dad for?"

After speaking, Ling Xiao continued to bury his head and run wildly.

The monk was so angry that he smoked.

Regarded as the prey of ants, it is so rampant and hard-mouthed?!

Is it tolerable, or is it intolerable?

"You're dead!"

The monk was furious, and made up his mind that he would capture Ling Xiao later, and he would make his life worse than death.

The killing intent was decided, but Ling Xiao in front of him didn't look back, rubbed his palms, and two fireballs smashed his head and face.

Although the two fireballs were nothing in front of the monk, and they could not stop much, this was undoubtedly an extremely rampant provocation.

"I'm going to kill you tonight!"

The monk's eyes were red.

The two sides chased after me, running wildly in the depths of the jungle.

Ling Xiao knew that his speed was not as good as the other party, and the talisman seemed to be desperate as if he didn't want money.

Fireball Charm, Water Arrow Charm, Mire Charm, Wind Barrier Charm...... Although the scattered first-order talismans were difficult to inflict much damage on the opponent, throwing them out so much also greatly delayed the opponent's approaching speed.

The gap between the two sides has always remained at about 50 meters.

The monk was furious.

The rampant boy in front of him actually had so many talismans, which was really unexpected.

What worried him even more was that the movement triggered by the talisman was likely to attract the attention of the other monks.

He didn't want to make a fuss.

But as soon as he got close to Ling Xiao, he was blocked by the talisman, and he was so angry that his scalp was numb, and he gritted his teeth so much that he hated Ling Xiao.

And so, they chased for miles.

The monk estimated that Ling Xiao had already used more than thirty talismans, and that was 100 spirit stones!

This made his heart even hotter.

How can you give up the quadruple gas refining?

The only explanation is from the second layer of secret realms!

Finally.

Ling Xiao's running figure froze imperceptibly, and then ran wildly, with a faint hint of haste in his steps.

Seeing this, the monk was overjoyed and immediately deduced that Ling Xiao's talisman had run out!

This hateful and rampant creature will eventually fall under my hands!

"Hahahaha...... Suffer death! ”

Without the obstruction of the talisman, the speed of the monk's pursuit skyrocketed, and in a short time, he was 30 meters closer to Ling Xiao!

Ling Xiao turned his head, his face could not hide his panic, and his palm was raised, and two hot fireballs were shot out.

Rumble!

The fireball was easily slashed into a shattered star by the opponent, bursting in all directions, covering everything.

Ling Xiao took the opportunity to take a small circle.

A moment later, the monk rushed out of the fire curtain, his eyes firmly locked on Ling Xiao in front of him, and sneered.

"Anything else? Come! ”

He drank heavily, looking at Ling Xiao's gaze as if he were looking at a delicious corpse.

Ling Xiao's face was even more flustered, and he raised his hand to be a wind barrier talisman, but when he was in a hurry, the talisman inexplicably lost his crosshairs and landed on the side of the monk.

In this situation, it is undoubtedly even more difficult for Ling Xiaoqian's donkey skills to be poor and his death is approaching.

The monk laughed wildly, took a deft step, and then crossed the wind barrier charm and continued to pursue Ling Xiao.

"You're dead!"

Imminent, Ling Xiao's back is 20 meters!

The monk saw through the cold star, and stepped into a puddle of mud.

At this moment, the monk's ears suddenly sounded a creepy crackling sound, as if boiling water came from under his feet.

What's the compulsion?

The monk bowed his head in astonishment.

This is also the last scene he saw in the world.

The muddy water under his feet seemed to come to life in an instant, and spread wildly along his ankles.

"Ahh

……

Hearing the screams behind him, Ling Xiao, who was running wildly, finally turned around.

Night.

Quiescence.

I can only hear the sound of a heartbeat.

In the mud puddle, there was no monk anymore, only clothes on the shriveled ground, mixed with mud, which was extremely strange.

Ling Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for the urgency, I remembered this mud trap of the Void Wanderer, I am afraid that it would be difficult to be good tonight!

And along the way, he constantly provoked the other party, and also played a key role, making him lose his mind and have no time to notice the strangeness of the mud.

[It's miserable......]

[This person has gone bad so quickly! 】

[I actually led others to come over to send him to death, I regret cheering for him just now! ] 】

The surrounding ancient trees let out a series of exclamations, and the words pointed directly at Ling Xiao.

When Ling Xiao heard this, he smiled bitterly.

He didn't want that either.

But if he doesn't kill the other party, he will die.

Although the approach is similar to that of Xuyouzi and Ba Rin, the starting point of the two sides is different.

Ling Xiao is only for self-preservation.

[Badass! 】

[Shameless human! 】

[You must not die well!] 】

Behind him, the ancient trees were still angrily denouncing his actions.

Ling Xiao turned a deaf ear, went to the mud puddle, took a long dead branch, and carefully picked out the clothes and storage bags left by the monk.

As long as you don't step into the mud puddle, the murderous things in the mud puddle will not hurt anyone.

Then, Ling Xiao burned his clothes, put away the storage bag, and turned around and left in a hurry.

Back home.

Ling Xiao slammed the courtyard door shut, leaned against the door, and slowly slid to the ground.

It was only at this time that he realized that his heart was beating violently like never before, and it was almost stuck in his throat.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Ling Xiao's whole body trembled, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he vomited desperately.

After vomiting for a long time, even vomiting stomach acid, Ling Xiao felt a little calmer, but he was still lying on the ground blankly, staring at the nothingness in the darkness.

First killing.

Second killing.

Third killing.

In just one night, he had three lives on his hands.

"What a nightmare......"

Ling Xiao muttered, and couldn't help but think of a sentence: People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves.

The strength of the immortal cultivation world is respected.

But there is something more important than strength.

Stay alive.

Desperate to live.

After a series of encounters, Ling Xiao had a deeper understanding of this point.

His eyes refocused.

When he got up from the ground in embarrassment, there was a little more coldness in his eyes.

He had no remorse for the three who died.

When did the heart begin to be hard as iron?

He is powerless to change the world.

Adapt or die.

He fetches water, sweeps the floor clean, then goes back to the house and takes out the three storage bags.

Carefully sorted it out.

Half a day.

Ling Xiao held an identity token with a solemn expression.

The token is made of purple iron, and in the candlelight, it reflects a misty purple light, which is very beautiful.

But the three words engraved on the token made Ling Xiao's heart twitch.

Zifeng Terrace.

The most powerful Immortal Sect in the Northern Liang Kingdom.

The monk who chased him was a disciple of Zifengtai!

No wonder it is so powerful, no wonder it doesn't act with the group of loose cultivators surnamed Xu.

The matter must not be exposed.

He didn't want to bear the wrath of Zifengtai.

Putting away the token, Ling Xiao's expression finally looked better.

The value of tonight's killing is not less than 1,500 spirit stones!

In the past, Ling Xiao's annual farming income was probably not so much!

Ling Xiao's heart beat up again.

With money to rely on, his cultivation can be quickly improved.

However, there are not many simple spirit stones.

There are more in the storage bag, or a variety of materials.

Spirit grass, minerals, and more.

and some of the ritual vessels.

Ling Xiao categorized everything.

Most of the magic weapons were sword-type offensive magic weapons, which made him shake his head secretly.

After crossing over, he also discovered that most of the monks pursued the supreme supernatural power of moving mountains and seas and the heavens and the earth shattering, and extremely pursued attack damage.

As everyone knows, only when you are alive can you output.

Sold it another day.

As for the purple sword made by the other party, the quality is excellent, Ling Xiao simply keeps it for himself, and it is not bad to keep the sword to fly in the future.

Minerals are also not used.

Talismans, he left them all.

Tonight, it all depends on the talisman to survive.

Ling Xiao realized that for a long time in the future, Fu Gong would be his first choice to save his life.

The rest of the spirit grass.

Ling Xiao picked out the second-order spirit grass and transplanted it into the medicine garden.

As for the first-order ones, they will be sold directly when the time comes.

Tonight, that's how it passes.

Ling Xiao was busy in the medicine garden, and when he straightened up again, the white belly of the fish appeared in the sky.

Next to the medicine garden, an additional small earthen pit is reserved.

Ling Xiao patted the storage bag, and a flash of spiritual light shot out, it was the green tree!