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Fan Baimi had not cultivated carefully for a while, but it happened that the aura here was strong, and there was no danger of chasing soldiers, so he sensed it, and there was no powerful person around, so he used the magic trick, opened his pores, and absorbed the creation of heaven and earth.

The fourth-order qi gathering blue light lingered on the side, and the recent circumstances made the cultivation unconsciously rise.

Bursts of spiritual power seemed to flow inexhaustibly, constantly filling in the nodes, one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it reached five nodes!

Although there are not many fights along the way, but the effect is so good, it is no wonder that the senior brothers will say that the trial is the best practice, if it is carried out after a hundred battles, the integration of the principles of enlightenment and the exercises during the period can have a tendency to advance by leaps and bounds.

The spiritual power in the body continued to operate, like the scorching sun at noon, and the world was shining and warm for a while. The spiritual power constantly nourishes various organs, strengthens the body, and the limbs are like drunkards, stretching and chanting to their heart's content.

Fan Baimi was secretly pleasantly surprised, it seems that the journey of thousands of miles is really extraordinary, and if he cultivates on the mountain, he is afraid that it will not be as fast as this. Thinking about the experience of the past few days, it is really like a dream.

At the moment of his complacency, in his invisible body, a change quietly happened.

In the spiritual power spring, there is a trace of spiritual power that is different from others, not as if there is no color, but a wisp of milky white. It's just that there are no impurities in this white, and when it is pure, it stands out from the crowd, especially obviously.

It is the purest spiritual power, only those who have cultivated to a high level can condense such pure spiritual power, and now Fan Baimi is only a fourth-order, and he actually has such a skill!

Looking at the color, it is only a little different from the real person of Qianyi.

What extent can Fan Baimi's height be in the future, it is really exciting, if Guanglingzi knows, I am afraid that he will be ecstatic and shocked, for thousands of years, the Frost Pavilion has never had this ability.

However, there is another episode that also appears inadvertently.

The bloodshot wrapped in layers of spiritual power actually appeared a small hole, and after a long seal, it broke out of the shell again. Perhaps it was because he had exhausted his energy to open this small hole, and the bloodshot fell into a deep sleep again, as if it had been sealed before.

In the foreseeable near future, I am afraid that after it awakens again, it will be entangled with the spiritual power spring, and the growth rate of spiritual power will inevitably decrease by a notch. However, the Blood Silk Snake's ability to strengthen the body is several times that of Ling Yun Jue, and at that time, although the two qi will be inseparable and fight for darkness, the body strengthening will rise to a new level.

According to the previous Qianyi Zhenren's prediction, it would be about to break through to Faming Temple, but I didn't expect that there would be so many high-intensity battles along the way, consuming too much spiritual power, so the seal was loosened, and the trip was much longer than before, and it was almost close to the estimated time.

It seems to be to echo the awakening of the blood-silk snake, and the bloodshot in his eyes that has not been seen for a long time is also flashing at this moment, as if he is an old friend.

Such a phenomenon casts a haze on Fan Baimi's next part of his journey, and only God knows what kind of changes will occur.

However, it didn't take long for him to experience the uncontrollable power of blood.

On this day, outside the mountains and forests, in a small farmer's village, it was already the time to make rice, but there was no fireworks.

Such an unusual appearance, several people immediately took precautions.

In the wind, there is a hint of blood!

The village here is already on the edge of communication between good and evil, and there are many bandits and dark forces. The previous traces have already explained everything, and the slightly dense yin and cold qi around is already suitable for cultivating yin and cold power.

Although the good and evil sides reached a thirty-year agreement, it could only limit the large-scale in-depth development of the two sides and a few major schools. There are still a large number of small sects that do not strictly enforce the agreement, and sneak into the sphere of influence of decency to do undesirable things.

There are usually roving disciples here to maintain it regularly, and at the same time, most of the villages and towns are hunters, veterans, and ordinary people, and they can generally defend against ordinary poaching squads. There is no sound at this moment, it must have suffered a major change.

Thinking of this, several people raised their vigilance again, and secretly took out the weapons they were good at, or used magic tricks. Even the black cats have returned to the team, seemingly worried about the combat power of these human beings.

Fan Baimi is unequaled in his hand, the spiritual power has been infused, and the two-layer shield of the ice spirit is condensed in his hand.

He found a bloody mansion and took the lead in jumping in, after Zhang Tianyu broke off, as the two most capable of fighting, they could not act at the same time. After all, there are also Murong Wan'er, who has low skills, and Xuanyuan Qing, who has lost her ability.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Fan Baimi couldn't help but feel angry, what kind of animal would do this.

This should be the council hall of the village, which is smaller than the half-mountain willow and has a different style.

But at this moment, Fan Baimi's attention was only on the table, it was a Shura field!

I saw a pile of flesh and blood composed of the limbs of an unknown number of people!

There were several heads on the side, and their eyes were full of expressions frozen before death, some were frightened, some were unwilling, and more painful. The owners of these heads are all young men and women, almost the same age as Fan Baimi.

There are still an unknown number of bones on the ground, most of them are already white bones, and what is even more terrifying is that there are traces of gnawing on the severed limbs!

Everywhere was half-coagulated bloodstains, red and black stained the hall, at this moment, there was not a single mosquito, and the cold and strange aura was unbearable even for insects and jackals.

On the opposite side of the hall was a hidden door, with several bloody handprints on the door, and a middle-aged man who had been gnawed and only half of his limbs were left at the door.

Fan Baimi had no fear at this moment, only endless anger, he cautiously walked to another room, furious!

This enmity is not shared!

The room was full of female corpses, all of which were in a mess, with a lot of liquid flowing out, and many of them mixed with blood. What's more, the twin peaks have been cut off, and the eyes have been hollowed out. Several people were pierced through their lower bodies and out of their mouths with wooden sticks.

Fan Baimi raised his head to the sky and roared, and the angry sea burned the sky.

Seeing a few bloody footprints on the ground, he rushed out with all his strength and ran wildly, and his eyes were already blood-red.

Zhang Tianyu and the others heard this, and quickly approached them. As soon as Xuanyuan Qing stepped into the room, he asked King Sam to take care of Wan'er and not let her in. When Zhang Tianyu saw this scene, his scalp also exploded.

Blood Sacrifice!

This is the most evil cult of all, even spurned by the dark forces.

At this moment, it is a great shame for the Central Plains forces to run into the sphere of influence of decency, and to worship the so-called blood demon god here.

He also wanted to catch up, but thought that if the beasts hadn't gone far, the three of them might not be opponents, so he didn't chase them. But the black cat has already sprung up.

Fan Baimi flew along the bloodstains, and lost his traces not long after, but the traces of the upside-down of the grass and trees were still there. Those who fled were also in a hurry, few in number but disorganized.

Sure enough, I didn't fly for long when I saw a group of people panting heavily under the trees.

You are a vain man!