Sure enough, it's an extremely pure dark attribute aura!

Fei Ling couldn't help but admire, and immediately sat down on the big platform in the center of the formation. Fortunately, I am also a dark attribute talent, otherwise I really can't do anything with this aura! Thinking about it, he began to absorb it unceremoniously.

The entire magic circle activated itself the moment he absorbed it, and the aura that had been entrenched in the air for a long time quickly gathered again, pouring down like a tide, and rushing straight to the center of the magic circle. The children who were tied to the seventy-seven pillars were also stimulated to wake up at this moment, and they groaned in pain, and their vitality was passing rapidly.

The magic circle laid out with the vitality of seventy-seven monks above the Spirit Realm was very powerful at this moment!

The flying spirit hungrily devoured a large amount of dark attribute aura, 800 holy power, 1000 holy power, the late stage of the Spirit Gathering Realm, the peak of the Spirit Gathering Realm! It was still a little close! When the holy power was close to 2000, the entire magic circle stopped functioning. The blood mist gradually dissipated, and seventy-seven pillars clearly appeared in front of him. The monks and students on the pillars could not move again, their vitality had run out of oil, and they were about to die.

It's still a little bit, it's a pity! Fei Ling was depressed for a while. But I haven't tried that method yet, maybe I'll be able to break through soon?

Wait!

He turned his mind and looked at the children on the edge of the formation.

There are still seven or eight students lying around the circle, and this time the circle is not used, it seems that it should be the so-called spare sacrifice! In that case, why don't I try it on them?

He walked slowly towards one of the children, taking a closer look. "The runes engraved on these imps can seal their mana on the one hand, and on the other hand, they are also convenient for others to absorb, so it seems that they are specially used for sacrifices!" Fei Ling couldn't help but mutter. After speaking, he grabbed a child with his holy power, and five spiritual qi roared out of him, pounced on the slightly struggling student.

Five ghosts!

This is the conclusion that Fei Ling came to with the Holy Spirit Stone Shiyan that day! Directly absorbing the Holy Spirit Stone would not be of much use to him, unless he used a large number of high-quality Spirit Stones. But the Five Ghost Dementors This is a dark attribute skill, which can absorb the monk's mana to replenish himself, and when he absorbs it, it is also converted into a dark attribute! So Fei Ling directly tried to use this level 4 spell to absorb the Holy Spirit Stone, and found that the effect was even better than direct absorption! So he immediately thought that if he used this skill to directly suck a monk dry, would he be able to quickly improve himself?

But attacking the monks directly is only afraid of risks. After all, his strength is not strong enough, and he is only in the middle stage of Gathering Spirits. He didn't want to make too much of an outrageous move and be targeted by some high-ranking monk. That's why I'm going to take those wanted missions, so that I can absorb more holy power in the name of eliminating evil!

It's really sleepy and someone sends a pillow, although this time it is thrilling, but the harvest is quite fruitful.

After a while, the student in his hand was also squeezed dry, and he walked quickly again.

That's right! Holy Power 2000 has arrived, go back and rest for a while, and then directly break through to the realm of spirit refining! Fei Ling thought with a spring breeze on his face.

There's only one zuihou left.,Suck him and get out.,I'm afraid that the little ghosts outside are scared, right?

The Fei Ling paced leisurely throughout the circle, and the corpses of the students around him slowly stiffened in the night. These children, who dreamed of becoming monks, have gone through many challenges and come to this point with great opportunities and talents. But he died in this inconspicuous task, and all his talent and mana were taken away for others to enjoy.

"The path of a monk, the law of the jungle, you must be prepared to be deprived of everything when you set foot on it!" Fei Ling looked at the tragic scene in front of him, but his face was not moved in the slightest, he just whispered to himself, "Growing up in the academy since I was a child, there are advantages and disadvantages! I grew up easily in the early stage, but I was extremely fragile when facing the battle of life and death! This is also the hidden danger of the Holy Spirit Continent now cultivating a large number of monks!"

As he spoke, he slowly stopped in front of a still alive child, and a wave of mana lifted him up. The purpose of Fei Ling's promotion had been reached, and he was not in a hurry at this time, he looked at this child carefully.

This kid looks like he is only about twelve or thirteen years old, and he has reached the realm of spirit building at a young age, so he can be regarded as a genius! Now he closed his eyes tightly, his whole body twitched slightly, and his whole body was stained red with blood. Runes were ruthlessly carved out of the immature body, and blood-red wounds crisscrossed the white skin, which was particularly shocking.

"This little ghost looks a bit like Junjun!" Fei Ling carefully examined his appearance, soft black hair, handsome face, and slender eyelashes, which really looked a little similar to Jiajun. As he muttered to himself, the boy struggled to open his eyes. When his gaze fell on Fei Ling, a look of urgent longing flashed in the corner of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, as if he wanted to open it with all his might, but he had no strength at all.

"Do you want me to save you?" the flying spirit met his gaze. The child's expectant gaze became more pronounced, and the corners of his mouth seemed to move again.

Fei Ling was silent, and there seemed to be a trace of turmoil in his heart. The slowly raised hand stopped in mid-air, looking swaying. This child, who looks like Jiajun, can't help but feel a little pity.

It doesn't matter if you save him, right? He didn't see anything anyway......

Thinking like this, Fei Ling was about to put down his hand. At this moment, a picture deeply imprinted in his mind appeared clearly again......

On the fifth layer of the Demon Realm, a huge figure glowing with dazzling white light descended.

The majestic holy power swept by, and a large number of demon troops were directly crushed to death.

"Young master, you go quickly! The human immortal clone has descended!" a middle-aged demon pushed out the flying spirit, and two flying winged beasts fell from the sky, "Take the young master to the sixth layer! An immortal clone still doesn't dare to go to the sixth layer." ”

"No, I'm with you!" Fei Ling roared with pain on his face, resolutely refusing to leave, "I can already sacrifice the demon of the Demon King Realm and fight with that immortal clone!"

"No, young master, if you forcibly sacrifice, I am afraid that your vitality will be greatly reduced!" The middle-aged demon was extremely anxious, "Not to mention the sacrifice, how many demon king-level demons can be summoned?

"Young Master, you can't have anything to do!The rise of our clan is on you!" A flying winged beast jumped down and knelt down directly at the flying spirit, "Young master! After so many generations of bloodline inheritance, it has finally succeeded in you! If you want to avenge your clan, you only need to break through to the legendary realm, even if the human sage can't help you!"

"I can't drag it anymore, let's go!" The middle-aged warlock couldn't help but say, and dragged the flying spirit onto the flying spirit, he was also the peak cultivation of the demon general, and directly put the flying spirit on the flying winged beast.

"No!!" Fei Lingzuihou's gaze saw that the doppelganger of the immortal realm was smashing the family houses where he had lived for many years. All the clansmen did not leave, one after another blocked in front of the powerful figure, and used their lives to buy a little time for their escape. "Humanity!

When this scene landed on Fei Ling's mind, his whole body trembled, and his eyes were bloodshot. Among the fallen clansmen, there are his dearest parents and brothers, childhood friends who grew up with him, and the beloved girl he hasn't had time to confess. They are all dead! In order to protect themselves, this young master with a thousand-year-old bloodline inheritance died!

"Why should I save you, human?" the spirit looked up, staring at the child with a vicious gaze. After the word zuihou was spit out, a trace of despair flashed in the child's eyes......