The Sword Water Flea King lives in the swamps on the periphery of the Dayu Mountain Range, in this area, there are not only many fierce beasts, but also all kinds of demon beasts, Liu Hanyan not only brought Ling Feng with him just in case, when they stepped out of the Niushou Mountain Range, there were a total of four people, and the other two were all young men, and they all had the cultivation of the seventh layer of qi refining.

Liu Hanyan helped Ling Feng take a month's vacation, if everything went well, Ling Feng could go home for about ten days, arrange things at home well, and cut off his worries, Ling Feng was very grateful for this.

The realm of the four people in the group has not reached the eighth layer of qi refining, and they can't fly with the help of magic weapons, but the feet of several people are not slow, and when they look carefully, every step is four or five meters away, which is much stronger than ordinary horses. Ling Feng was looking forward to it, this was his first time cutting monsters, excitement and worry haunted his heart together.

After about three or four days, the group came to a village, which was less than two hundred miles away from their destination, and they could reach it in one day by footsteps, and they were not in a hurry, so they rested on the spot.

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, Ling Feng is now in the outer courtyard, he is also a little famous, and the two people accompanying him dare not be uninteresting, and they praise each other, Ling Feng combined with Chen Ke's list of people to himself, and he knew who these two people were, one was slightly shorter, looked like he was in his twenties, his eyes were shining, and he was a little evil, this person was the "evil king" of the thirty-eighth place on the list of people Luo Xuan, this person does not distinguish between good and evil, he does his own thing, as long as it is beneficial to himself, he must get his hand, and I don't know why the fairy-like Liu Hanyan would make friends with such a person; Mu Ting, this person, cultivation is extremely high, the knife is domineering, no regrets, indomitable, domineering, between heaven and earth, for the sword alone, such a person never easily out of the knife, out of the knife is life or death.

Ling Feng didn't understand in his heart, how could the two masters with very different personalities, the Evil King and the Overlord, accompany Liu Hanyan to the trial, could it be that the charm of the beauties is so great, looking at the way they have traveled all the way, these two don't seem to be moved by their beauty, Liu Hanyan's methods are really extraordinary.

At this time, Ling Feng probably didn't know that there were already good deeds who ranked him on the list, and the ranking was still very high, even in the fiftyth. In the hearts of the evil king and the overlord, they were also very curious about Ling Feng, how could a master who had defeated Gao Kun in a row and broken the flow of time be a fledgling new disciple.

This village is small and dilapidated, there are only a hundred villagers, obviously full of vigilance against the arrival of Ling Feng and a few people, from the outfit of Ling Feng and his party, we know that these people, strong in martial arts, are not good at stubble. This village was originally the largest village within a radius of 100 miles, there were more than 2,000 households when it was prosperous, and there were more than 5,000 people in the village name, but unfortunately, relying on the Dayu Mountains was too close, a fierce beast went crazy, and hit the village without life, overnight, the dead died, the escaped, and the survivors also moved away a lot, leaving only some old, weak, sick and disabled, and they were struggling to persevere.

Ling Feng sighed, the lives of ordinary people are so worthless, the forces of Cambrian Town have never cared, the lives of the people at the bottom, in the eyes of those people, chasing interests and chasing immortals is the first.

The evil king Luo Xuan found a courtyard, short and dilapidated, but it was also clean and tidy, which reminded him of his own courtyard and the crooked-necked jujube tree. When I entered the door, I saw a pair of grandchildren, the old man was seventy or eighty years old, coughing for a while, his health seemed to be bad, all the monks present, Ling Feng's divine sense was released, but for a moment, a sigh, this old man, his vitality has been decided, up and down his body, there is no trace of aura fluctuations, I am afraid that it will be within a few months, this child, but six or seven years old, I think it is the grandfather and grandson who depend on each other.

Since he is called the evil king, he acts more perversely, and his attitude towards the grandfather and grandson in the courtyard is not generally bad, but he is calling and drinking, as if he is his own home, high up, and treats these two hard-working people as servants. Badao Mu Ting and Ling Feng looked at it, their brows furrowed, and Liu Hanyan seemed to take it for granted, the way it should be like this made Ling Feng's senses drop to him.

Mu Ting was a man of few words, or he was not good at words, and Ling Feng and the Evil King did not have a common topic, but Liu Hanyan talked and laughed with several people in order to ease the atmosphere.

Under the service of their grandfather and grandson, everyone ate dinner, found a corner, meditated and waited for dawn before setting off. There was no word for a while, and two or three hours passed, and suddenly, a scream sounded in the small courtyard.

Suddenly, Ling Feng opened his eyes, and this cry was from the child during the day.

The rest of the people, as if they had never heard it, as long as they were not coming for themselves, they would not take the initiative.

Liu Hanyan also hinted to Ling Feng and asked him not to meddle in his affairs.

The child's cry didn't last long, an old cry for help sounded, but for a moment, only two sounds to the ground were heard, through his divine sense, Ling Feng saw that the old man and the child were holding their throats with both hands, and fell stiffly to the ground, their whole bodies were shriveled and white, not a trace of blood flowed out, and a white shadow flashed away and disappeared into the night.

Looking around at everyone, Liu Hanyan, Mu Ting and Luo Xuan, their faces were not permanent at all, obviously this is not the first time that this kind of scene has been cultivated, these people have cultivated themselves into bloodless, conscienceless, and inhumane stones, could it be that with the improvement of their cultivation, will they eventually become the same as them, Ling Feng asked himself repeatedly in his heart.

"No, I don't want to become like this, I want to cultivate my own way, my own way is the true self, this is the origin of cultivating the truth" Ling Feng, a burst of realization in his heart, it was doomed at this moment, and the people present would not be as good as him in the future.

My own way is to have a clear conscience, that is, not to give in...... I am the only me, all this seems illusory, seemingly obsessed, maybe just a few decades, hundreds of years, compared to those stones that can live for thousands of years, live wonderful, live down, live happy.

In a quarter of an hour, Ling Feng made a decision in his heart, as soon as he lifted the rusty sword, he moved it, and then left the courtyard, chasing towards the place where the white shadow disappeared, he dared to chase it out, it was not without a target, in his divine sense, he sensed that the thing was only in the realm of refining qi at the fourth or fifth level, and it seemed that his spiritual intelligence was not high.

The screams in the village came and went, there should be more than this, there must be other companions, but there are obviously four people on his side, but they refuse to make a move.

After a while, Ling Feng caught up with that thing, his consciousness was released, and he was startled at a glance, it turned out to be a white-haired zombie, at this time, he was biting the neck of an old man, swallowing it in a big gulp, his whole body was full of blood and minced meat, with about an inch of white fluff, his body was originally a little dry, and it gradually filled, and the two slender fangs at the corners of his mouth were braving the cold light, his face was smelly and rotten, and a white maggot fell from above from time to time, a scarlet tongue, catching the falling meat maggots with a bang, and chewing on Bazibaz。

The jet-black nails, long and pointed, can cut the chest of the villagers with a light finger, terrifying, Ling Feng frowned slightly, since he saw the tragic scene in the dark green python cave mansion, he retched for the second time.

I saw a move, a flip in the air, a white light curtain, in this purgatory-like night sky, extremely gorgeous, towards this white demon, a strange scream, extremely harsh, the brilliance dissipated, only to see the white-haired zombie, there were not a few scars, but they were frightened, and ran towards the mountains in the distance.

When Ling Feng came up, he used the fusion sword move of the two swords of wind and fire, but it didn't hurt much, he knew that this was the case, so he would have killed this zombie by changing Chixiao.

Fortunately, Ling Feng's feet were not slow, a pair of Ling Feng eyes, holding Chixiao in his hand, his expression was cold, his feet kicked violently on the ground, a red light, driving the rainbow, through time and space, and landed steadily on the head of the white-haired zombie, only to hear the sound of stabbing, like a rag, torn, the head of the white-haired zombie was split in two, and the dead could not die again.

Ling Feng repeated his old tricks, killing zombies in the village in a row, a total of five zombies, four black and one white, all of whom were beheaded by him under his sword. The next day, at dawn, the only remaining village name kowtowed to Ling Feng and sent things, thanking him for saving the village.

Liu Hanyan and the three of them, watching coldly, did not care, and urged Ling Feng to set off quickly.

They didn't know that Ling Feng was at the forefront of his thoughts at the moment, and the sixth layer of Qi refining was only a stone's throw away.

On the night of the day after Ling Feng and the four of them left the village, there was no moon in the sky, the night sky was dark, and a scream sounded in the village, it turned out that those zombies and accomplices, a zombie covered in silver, with four or five white hairs, and a dozen or so black-haired zombies, sucked the entire village dry.

The zombies searched back and forth in the village for a long time, but they didn't seem to find what they were looking for, and before dawn, they left in a huff.