"I'm hungry, haha, I..." The ghostly Chu Fei wandered in the jungle, like an evil demon from hell, unscrupulously confiding his lips. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The huge wound kept appearing on the body, but it was completely healed in an instant, faintly driving Mo Tian to collect the clouds, like the appearance of the magic power of the phantom sky, making Chu Fei feel more ethereal.

The true qi in his body was burning, his body was burning, and everything tended to boil his blood, allowing the blood to occupy all his senses.

The potential was being released at an almost mad speed, and the powerful fountain of life kept repairing the missing physical strength, and faintly, Chu Fei, who had fallen into blood madness, reached a certain balance.

The blood-red shadow was like a greedy beast, constantly sniffing out the blood qi that was confused in the swamp, and the foundation building monk who was full of great power seemed to have become Chu Fei's best target now.

When fighting, the bones of the hands were annihilated, but there was no fear. On the line of life and death, most of his body turned into powder, and he still echoed with a gloomy smile. When the sharp knuckles pierced through the arrogant head of the Zhuji monk, Chu Fei, who was intact, got the fragrance of blood.

The greedy Chu Fei didn't ingest other people's Dao Ji, and he didn't taste a bit of the taste of True Yuan, everything was just to get the blood that ordinary monks had no nutrients, and only on this bit of blood could he get the only happiness he had now.

Crazy and strong, weak but fearless, he trampled on the bloody wind and rain, and walked towards the interior of the swamp step by step.

Everywhere he went, there was not a drop of blood, only a dried head. These heads that fell to the ground, before they died, they never thought of why a Qi cultivator could easily screw off their heads.

In this way, Chu Fei, whose whole body was blood-red, was still intact, and his body continued to burst with powerful power, evil eyes, looking greedily into the distance, and a low horn sounded in his mouth: "Hungry..."

When this blood-red figure stepped unscrupulously to the junction of the third and fourth layers, the three foundation building monks standing in the distance had already detected Chu Fei's voice.

The jade slip in their hands had clearly recorded that a mad demonic monk had invaded the misty swamp.

They were waiting for them strictly, and they sacrificed their stunts as soon as possible, and one after another streamers accompanied by a thunderous roar, killing Chu Fei.

Chu Fei was still not afraid, his mouth that was cracked to the root of his ears kept twitching, and his greedy tongue was hot, without the slightest fear.

The sword comes, and the hand breaks. Fire comes, and the body decays. But he was not afraid at all, and he still smiled in a terrible voice in his mouth: "I'm so hungry." ”

In the midst of the weirdness, Chu Fei's legs suddenly bent, like a narrow crescent, and then a huge force was released, and the purity of the flesh made this jump unremarkable.

But in addition to being low-key, it brings extremely fast speed, waving his fists, accompanied by constantly floating bone joints.

"No! He's not human! He's not human!"

This crazy roaring monk is called Jie Xiuzhu, a monk of the Benlei Sect, who has cultivated the Benlei Hundred Battle Body in Benlei since he was a child, and when he was thirty years old, he was famous and shocking, and was known as one of the little heavens in the way of refining the body.

His strong body gave him great self-confidence, and he was in between actions, accompanied by wind and rain.

But now, he was afraid! The fist in front of him kept getting bigger, the smell of blood irritated his nostrils, and he could only keep roaring the repetitive words in his mouth.

"He's not human!"

As soon as the words fell, a blood mist completely replaced his head, a strong and weak corpse, carrying all the expectations of the Benlei Sect, a monk who refined his body to cast his body, but at this moment, he was completely blown up by a monk with nine layers of cohesion!

The confused bone joints, the collapsed fist face, and Chu Fei, who launched a strong punch, was not very comfortable, because this time he used a bone breaking awl, but this time the use of the bone breaking awl was different from before.

He didn't use the end of the joint, but used the second section, like a bomb, through the block of the first joint, accumulated an extremely powerful explosive power.

The sealed body turned into a container, all for the moment of contact, which produced a huge destructive force. However, Chu Fei was unconscious at the moment, and he couldn't name this move, and in his madness, he derived the bone breaking awl into the melee realm.

In the blood mist, Chu Fei stood proudly, and his cracked mouth continued to heal, which was extremely weird.

Seeing this scene, the remaining two monks couldn't help but slow down the moves in their hands, looked at Chu Fei with frightened eyes, and shouted in their mouths, "He's not human!"

Chu Fei didn't have any humanity at the moment, and after smiling, he stretched out his sharp knuckles and tore apart his strong skin little by little. When his legs bent at a strange angle again, there was an explosion, and his body was like an arrow off the string, surging out.

In panic, the two monks fought back to the extreme, trying to slash Chu Fei's body with flying swords.

"Swift Streamer Sword, cut me down!" Chu Fei, who was like soft mud, easily dodged those straight attacks.

"Feng Qi Meets the Sky!" The huge firebird appeared, wanting to burn Chu Fei's body, but Chu Fei carried it directly in a cruel smile.

Facing Chu Fei, who had turned into charcoal, the two monks had a little hope, and a relaxed smile appeared on their originally tense faces, but after a crisp sound, the charcoal-like Chu Fei had already broken out of the cocoon.

With two muffled snorts, the two powerful monks could only prove their existence with their own corpses.

The greedy Chu Fei enjoyed the blood sucked from his nails, the blood of the powerful monk made him all excited, and the sweet taste, like honey, constantly moisturized everything.

Vaguely, the monk's essence blood seemed to have been obtained by Chu Fei, this kind of qi cultivation cultivator's natal intersecting thing, it seemed to have an extraordinarily nourishing effect, with Chu Fei's qi cultivation behavior, little by little to break through to a higher level.

"I'm so hungry, I..." Chu Fei, whose eyes were blood-red, lightly crossed the edge and headed towards the fourth layer, you must know that among the fourth layer, there are many existences that can kill Jindan monks.

But Chu Fei, who had just stepped into the fourth layer, suddenly shook his whole body, and then he stared at the distance, as if he had a little desire.

At the same time, a trace of white smoke began to wrap around Chu Fei's body, as if it wanted to snatch wisps of black qi from his body, but the black smoke was not to be outdone, wanting to drill into Chu Fei's body.

The two are one in and one out, and they have a little balanced effect, driving away some magic power, but leaving a lot of essence.

The weirdness of the Misty Swamp seems to start here.