. After entering the world of light, what greeted Zhao Zhen's eyes was a vast white field, and the cold wind swept up the snowflakes between the heaven and the earth, and fell on the pines and cypresses one after another, making the evergreen pines and cypresses of the four seasons become a piece of silver.

Regardless of admiring these beautiful scenery of heaven and earth, Zhao Jian first glanced around vigilantly to see if there were any others here, after all, this is not a place to enjoy the mountains and rivers, maybe when one is not careful, he will be attacked by someone, and he will die before he can get out of school.

After looking around with his divine sense, he was sure that there was no one else in the vicinity except himself, and Zhao Zhen temporarily put his mind at ease. Although Zhao Zhen had also entered here in his previous life, he was extremely familiar with the terrain here, and his cultivation was also the strongest in it, but this did not mean that Zhao Zhen could do whatever he wanted here and get away with it, because there was a shocking picture of Yin people beating sticks and defeating the strong with the weak all the time. Although Zhao Zhen is a soul cultivator, but now Zhao Zhen is alone, and his cultivation has not yet reached the point of immortality of the soul and the immortality of life, so everything is still careful. Although the most needed thing now is blood, but it is worth the loss to take a small life for this.

After walking around the pine and cypress trees in the snow for some distance, Zhao Zhen suddenly moved the corners of his eyes, and then his body jumped, appearing in a small clearing on the right.

On the clearing, two corpses died miserably, one corpse, wearing a robe with flame marks, burly, with a thick palm tightly holding a bloodstained short sword, a black blood stain at the corner of his eye, his face was full of unwillingness, it seemed that he was dying extremely blindly, it seemed that he should be a disciple of the Spirit Flame Palace.

The other one was a white-clothed disciple of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, with a medium stature, with blurred flesh and blood on his body, his head had broken away from his body and rolled aside, and his brain blood was also flowing all over the ground. But on his scarred right hand, he still held a small opened medicine bottle tightly.

Judging from all kinds of signs, the strength of this dead disciple of the Spirit Flame Palace should be higher than that of the disciple of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect. The corpse of the disciple of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect was blurred with flesh and blood and scarred, and the unwilling look on the face of this disciple of the Spirit Flame Palace showed this matter.

However, the disciple of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect, although he was at a disadvantage, was obviously also a sinister person, and the medicine bottle he was holding in his right hand turned out to be a bottle of highly poisonous potion.

He must have taken advantage of the careless mentality that the other party was about to win a big victory when the two sides fought, and at the last moment, he sprinkled this bottle of poison in the eyes of this disciple of Spirit Flame Palace.

But he obviously didn't expect that this disciple of the Spirit Flame Palace, after being blinded by the poison, would be able to accurately judge the direction, and with a single sword, he would cut off the head of the disciple of the Heavenly Netherworld Sect who was too seriously injured to dodge, or who was carried away by the victory in front of him, causing a tragic battle to the death without a winner.

Looking at the corpses of the two, Zhao Zhen smiled and took out two jade bottles from the Qiankun bag, used the power of the soul to introduce the blood of the two into the jade bottles, and waited for it to be refined and absorbed after going out.

After doing this, Zhao Zhen threw the two jade bottles into the Qiankun bag, and then groped around the two corpses. Looking at the two empty Qiankun bags that had been scraped over, Zhao Zhen couldn't help but look displeased: "Poor ghost!"

After extorting the last family property of the two corpses, Zhao Zhen quickly left this place and advanced towards the top of Guyun Mountain.

In fact, this can't be blamed on the poverty of these two corpses, after all, these two corpses were only disciples below the third level of qi refining before they were alive, and these two unlucky ghosts met and handed over as soon as they came in, even the little talisman sent by the sect was used up during the fight, and it was impossible to have anything valuable.

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