Twelve years.

Zhen Li worshiped the Yuanbao Sect for a full twelve years, over the years, he has taken one step at a time, relying on his amazing cultivation talent and vicious character, and planted in his hands, whether it is a disciple of the cultivation realm or a martial arts giant in the world, there are countless of them.

Even more than ten years ago, Zhen Li had not yet joined the Yuanbao Sect, and he was also a child of an official eunuch family, with brocade clothes and jade food, a group of slaves, how delicate was his identity?

And now, as he struggled to break the thorns that bound him, his face covered in blood, and he spat bloody on the ground, "This damn fellow, ah...... It hurts!"

The teeth in his mouth loosened a lot, only to find that there were three or four rotten teeth in this spit.

This feeling is too aggrieved, too infuriating, falling from the clouds to the bottom of the feet, it is an instant.

Zhen Li was rounded by everyone one by one just now, with his hair scattered and naked.

The mental state has languished.

He desperately cheered himself up and said, "I must return to the sect, live, live......"

In the Yuan Treasure Sect, in the altar of the Mandate of Heaven, rivers of blood flowed, the stars were shining, and thousands of bright lamps were densely lit!

On the bronze lamps, the name of the owner of each lamp is engraved.

Every green lantern here has a resounding name - the Destiny Lantern, also known as the Life-Sustaining Lantern!

This deep secret room, the Altar of Destiny, is one of the largest forbidden places in the entire Yuanbao Sect, because the Destiny Sky Lantern represents the life of every disciple under the sect.

When the lights are on, people are there, and when the lights are out, people die.

Even if a person dies, as long as the lamp is not extinguished, the physical body can still continue its life through the destiny lantern, although it costs a huge price, but at least it can protect those disciples with potential, so as to achieve the effect of reshaping the physical body and resurrecting the physical body.

In a certain row of destiny sky lanterns, there is a bottle with the words "Zhen Li" written on it.

This is Zhen Li's destiny lantern!

As long as this lantern of fate is lit, Zhen Li will not really die, but this does not mean that Fang Lei can't kill him.

In this secret cave, an old man with shoulder-length white hair sits quietly in front of many destiny lanterns, watching over them. The neckline of this Yuan Bao Sect's predecessor was carefully embroidered with two shiny large ingots, which showed that this old man was at a very high level in the Yuan Bao Sect, at least close to the existence of the level of the master.

At this moment, his brows furrowed slightly, and his eyes as sharp as eagle eyes turned slightly, falling on Zhen Li's destiny lantern, this lamp moved slightly, it seemed to be a little darker, but then it rose again.

The old man's vigilant mood relaxed slightly, and he said to himself, "It seems that Zhen Li should have gone out of the army to practice, and it is impossible to grow up without real killing and duel." Any giant in our cultivation realm, without going through the corpse mountain and sea of blood, will not be able to become a great weapon after all! Zhen Li, I am optimistic about you!"

The old man closed his eyes and fell into a deep contemplation. This old man can know the vitality of these disciples through the Destiny Sky Lantern, when Zhen Li was violently beaten by many bandits, the candle flame of the Fate Sky Lantern was always shaking, but after all, he was a master disciple in the cultivation realm, and it was impossible for Zhen Li to die under the stick.

Zhen Li staggered along the mountain road and ran naked towards the mountain gate. And Fang Lei didn't leave, after he went back to retrieve the Qingmo Sword, he still followed Zhen Li, with his intuition, this black robe would never give up.

"I'll follow him and make a note of where their gate is. Damn, this kind of scum left in the world is a cancer, and it must be eradicated!"

Without doing anything, with the killing intent, Fang Lei felt that the muscles and flesh all over his body were completely condensed, as long as he reached the level of a great martial artist, his body could quickly turn into this state of iron plate and hardness. However, previous experience told Fang Lei that since the stick could not kill Zhen Li, he had to use a dagger, or use the Qingmo sword, to bleed first and then cut.

Trailing from afar, no change could be seen in his indifferent eyes. There is no color other than the insistence on killing.

Fang Lei clearly remembered how sad the eyes begging for mercy were when the man named Li Zheng was about to die.

However, the black robe still let the bandits kill him, which was also for what Fang Lei was at the edge of the reservoir, and the first person to kill was You Sanniang.

Fight violence with violence, fight poison with poison!

Unconsciously, Fang Lei has planted a revenge brand like a demon fetus in his heart, although Li Zheng has nothing to do with him, but for this young man, this old saying is excellent: "No poison, no husband"!

The wind was loud, Zhen Li staggered forward, constantly turning his head to look behind him, and any wind and grass behind him could make him tremble.

Since Fang Lei humiliated him fiercely, it had brought him great trauma in his heart. In the cultivation realm, if this kind of inner shadow can't be overcome, it will be very difficult to advance later.

"Ah, I'm going to kill that stinky boy. However, if I go back unclothed like this, I will definitely be laughed at by my classmates, no, I have to think of a way. ”

At this time, there is only a mountain road of more than ten miles away from the sect, and there is a Taoist temple of Qing cultivation - Bodhi Temple next to it, and several old Taoists who have a slight relationship with the Yuanbao Sect have been meditating here for more than 30 years.

These Taoist priests, the number is not large, they are close to the Yuanbao Sect to practice, they eat grains, drink rain, dew, frost and snow, this kind of pure cultivation in the real sense, does not necessarily have to practice spells, on the contrary, but to feel the spiritual detachment brought by some scriptures, once asked, never regret it.

Zhen Li's eyes swept and decided to go to Bodhi Temple to find two clothes to cover his body, so he couldn't return to the mountain gate bare-haired now. He lurked in front of the Taoist temple for a short while, then suddenly leaned back and said, "These stinky Taoist priests get up so early?"

It is now midnight, it is the time when the moon is full and the stars are scarce, and there are occasional night owls screaming in the mountains, which adds a bit of hazy sleepiness to the Taoist temple under the thick night.

It turned out that an early riser of the trail boy crunched, opened the gate, and carried two buckets down the hill leisurely. Zhen Li discovered him in advance and hid quickly.

Through the light coming from inside, Fang Lei in the distance also found that this was indeed a good place for cultivation, with blue bricks and black tiles, and an old Bodhi tree in the courtyard bearing purple human-shaped fruits.

This kind of fruit is also known as the fruit of life, taking it can add a sense of qi, and the fruit that bears fruit once every few years, the old Taoists will take the fruit of life to the Yuanbao Sect and dedicate it to the ancestor of Yuanbao. It is for this reason that although the two factions do not have much contact, they have a good relationship, and no matter how ruthless the disciples of the Yuanbao Sect are, they will not dare to harass the Bodhi Temple.

When the little Taoist boy walked away, Zhen Li was like a thief, sneaking in along the hidden gate.

Fang Lei knew that this Zhen Li must be stealing clothes, and there was a sneer in his heart, "People want faces, trees want bark, hehe." I'll keep watch here, and when you report yourself, I'll clean up again. ”

Although Fang Lei also doubted whether this Bodhi Temple was the place where the black robe was inherited, but as soon as he saw the little boy who walked out of the Taoist Temple, he denied this idea, the Dao Gate is a place of pure cultivation, why did such a scum come out? Not only the clothes are completely different, but even the little Taoist boy's soft action of closing the door can be seen that this Bodhi Temple is a place worthy of respect.

As expected, after a while, the hungry Zhen Li walked out in a pair of ill-fitting Taoist clothes, holding a handful of stolen fruits in his hand, and muttered in a low voice while stuffing it into his mouth, "It's delicious, it's delicious, no wonder the master is courteous to these stinky Taoist priests, I just ate two of them, and I felt a fire in my belly, well, when I return to the mountain gate, I should be able to recover quickly!"

To be honest, Zhen Li is already injured!

I can't afford to hurt!

Fang Lei and the heavy blows of those bandits, although they were not fatal, but they also caused him to suffer serious internal injuries, which were very easy to resolve in the cultivation realm, but when he thought of Fang Lei's murderous expression, as well as the wooden stick with his big fingers erected, and the palm that Zhen Li stuffed into his mouth, he couldn't help but tremble, which was due to fear in his heart.

After eating the fruit, his spirit was much better, and Zhen Li continued to hurry.

Fang Lei was still following, and at this moment, Zhen Li's gaze suddenly lit up, releasing a cloud of color almost blood, and his pupils were dilating sharply.

His breathing became short, Zhen Li could no longer stop the flame rising in his chest, and the whole person's abdomen was like a high-voltage electric lamp, illuminating the surrounding dozens of meters as if it were day.

"Oops, what's going on?" Fang Lei's stealth technique was getting worse and worse under this light, and he had to retreat quickly.

Zhen Li was in great pain, he fell to his knees, and shouted inexplicably, "Master!"

Not far in front of Zhen Li, a certain amount of power gradually generated a fluctuating human face, as high as others.

This is an extremely handsome face, and it looks like it is not a few years older than Zhen Li. His face was cloudy, and it was obvious that Zhen Li's current appearance made him guess some clues.

"Li'er, who hurt you so badly?"

This handsome and evil face is none other than the head of the Yuanbao Sect, the Yuanbao Ancestor, and his tone is cold and powerful, and no one can avoid it.

"Yes...... It's ......"

"Don't cover it up, whoever dares to hurt my Yuanbao Sect disciple like this, I will definitely whip his flesh tendons and skin him. ”

In a few words, the character of the Yuanbao Ancestor was unobstructed, and as a giant in the cultivation realm, he was famous for his protection.

Zhen Li lowered his head and broke the news about what happened near the reservoir, but he hid himself. The scene of humiliation, and at the same time, Fang Lei's little magic power was bragged about.

After the last, Zhen Li asked in a hoarse voice, "I don't know how the master of the sect knows that I am back?"

Yuanbao Ancestor snorted coldly, and said in a very dissatisfied tone, "Where am I for you, but for the Qingmo Sword!"

The Qingmo Sword was worn by the ancestor of Yuanbao before he became famous, he regarded it as a treasure, and the essence blood and the sword had a perfect fit, if it wasn't given to Zhen Li and erased this fit, now Fang Lei would be very dangerous in his hand, he only needed to sense it slightly, and he could immediately know where the Qingmo Sword was.

But even so, the Yuan Bao Ancestor still had a strange feeling that this sword was somewhere nearby.

"倏"~ The mirror surface of this mask-like existence suddenly drilled into Zhen Li's body.

"Ah...... It hurts!"

"Then I'll be wronged, I've already discovered the Qingmo Sword. "After all, it was something that was once worn, and there was still a trace of broken connection between the Qingmo Sword and the Yuanbao Ancestor, Fang Lei immediately felt that the flying sword in his hand seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and it was about to fly towards that side.

Turning his head suddenly, Zhen Li's eyes erupted with fire, the clothes on his entire chest burned, and his dignified gaze hit Fang Lei's position.

Startled by this angry gaze, Fang Lei couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Fang Lei clearly felt that this gaze was not Zhen Li's gaze at all, but another more powerful existence, with a hysterical killing intent in it, and he immediately changed from a hunter to a prey.

"Oops, is this face the master of the black robe, it is really TMD powerful, what should I do!"

In the strong grass, the mountain wind is like a knife, Fang Lei took advantage of the roar brought by the mountain wind, and his body passed through the vast jungle like a rabbit, he knew very well that he had completely lost the opportunity to hunt down Zhen Li, no, the Qingmo sword in his hand had also become the coordinates to expose himself.

It's a pity to discard it.

Fang Lei really couldn't think of how to deal with it for a while, but Zhen Li behind him walked faster, and with the blessing of the strength of the Yuan Bao Ancestor, Zhen Li could no longer fly on the ground without any flying sword, and many sparks were constantly splattered on his body, and the ground where he passed immediately burned and cracked.