Chapter 647: Dry Mirror Mountain

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Out of the ancient ruined city, it is still the boundary of the ruins.

Mountains and mountains stretch to the sky.

Song Zidong dashed like lightning, passing streams, ravines, mountains and swamps.

The vast primitive deep mountains, ancient wolf forests, cascading barren mountains, and few people.

At this moment, the Golden Crow is getting farther and farther, and the setting sun crosses the barren hills of the ancient city, and the distant blood-colored vastness falls.

Hearing the faint sound of breaking the air behind him, Song Zidong, who had to rush forward, became more and more frightened.

"Damn it, where did the monster come from!"

With a secret roar, Song Zidong kept his feet and turned to look at Po Kongsheng at the same time.

However, it's okay not to look at it, at a glance, Song Zidong almost stumbled onto the ground.

only.

In the mid-air, just a few kilometers away, a figure stepped on the flying sword under his feet and came out of the sky, galloping like electricity.

A terrifying and mighty coercion swept all around, and the long ray of infuriating qi was like the tail of a comet, dragging across the sky.

"Cao Nima is next door... Fei... Feijian! That guy can't be the ancestor of Jindan, right? Damn it, it's dead... run away!"

Song Zidong saw Lin Tian who was stepping on the flying sword and swooped in, and he yelled at him, panicked and angry. At the same time, endless fear and death gradually took over his heart.

At this moment, he wished he could have an extra leg!

"You can't escape! Put the spirit stone down, and I'll give you a treat!"

Lin Tian stepped on the demon like Xiaotian, the speed was like lightning, and he swept through the air, which was many times faster than Song Zidong, and he was not far behind the latter in a blink of an eye.

The Song Zidong in front of him came from the Forbidden Magic, and he was a demon cultivator. Naturally, Lin Tian would not be soft-hearted. If he could grab resources, he had to grab them.

Besides, Song Zidong is from Wind Demon Castle!

Lin Tian remembered that when he was in Liu Rong, Meng Hao of the Meng family was a disciple of the Wind Demon Castle. Although he was beheaded by him, there seemed to be something similar to a demon that escaped, and he was probably not dead.

There is also Qian Xiaohui, who was probably kidnapped by the Wind Demon Castle. I don't know if it is to let him practice some vicious exercises or use medicine or erase his memory.

In short, 80% of the monks in Fengmo Castle are not good things!

Can kill, then kill!

What's more, three middle-grade spirit stones are too important to Lin Tian today!

Even in his previous life, for Lin Tian, ​​who had already established his foundation, the middle-grade spirit stone was extremely precious!

Not to mention the earth that lacks spiritual energy!

In the current world of self-cultivation, the low-grade spirit stones are already treasures, and they are all in the hands of the powerhouses of the major sects. The middle-grade spirit stones are already the most precious treasures!

The most important thing is that the three middle-grade spirit stones can make Lin Tian break through the golden core more smoothly.

Although it is said that in the cultivation world, one hundred low-grade spirit stones can be exchanged for one quick middle-grade spirit stone.

But in fact, a middle-grade spirit stone is much more precious than a hundred low-grade spirit stones!

The quality of the spiritual energy contained in a middle-grade spirit stone is several times better than that of a hundred low-grade spirit stones.

Under normal circumstances, in Lin Tian's past life cultivation world, except for those wealthy clansmen, or big sect monstrosity, who used spirit stones and medicinal pills as jelly beans, most people basically used them for emergency and breakthrough. .

In this desert-like world of earth comprehension, three middle-grade spirit stones are too precious!

Otherwise, Lin Tian wouldn't have made such a determination to chase and kill for thousands of miles!

front.

Hearing this, Song Zidong suddenly turned his head and saw that Lin Tian had come to the sky above his head, and was so frightened that his heart was torn apart.

"Grass, in the end, it's dead, let's fight! If you can step into the Ridge of Forbidden Magic, or reach the realm of the two predecessors of Shuikuyunjing, I don't believe this person dares to step in!"

"Blast!"

Song Zidong panicked for a while, he had already made a decision in secret, his face showed a ferocious look, he gritted his teeth, and burst out loudly.

Boom~~

The terrifying black demonic energy swept out from Song Zidong,

Then he shrank suddenly, and gathered on him again.

With a puff, he protruded a mouthful of blood, and with a loud bang, his whole body was like a flash of lightning, swept away furiously on the wild mountains.

original.

Lin Tian was ready to jump off the flying sword and behead the opponent from the air.

Unexpectedly, in order to escape, Song Zidong directly burned blood and demonic energy.

At this moment, Song Zidong's speed was comparable to black lightning, too fast.

This time, Lin Tian wanted to kill with Yu Jian, but he couldn't do it.

Chase!

"I said, thousands of mountains and rivers, I will kill you to the end! Unless, you put down the spirit stone!"

Lin Tian stepped on his sword and swept into the air, and the loud shout resounded through the sky.

The Nine Revolutions and Three Lives Art in his body has begun to run wildly, sweeping every inch of spiritual energy around him, turning it into a help, allowing him to continue to slash at high speed.

This pursuit was a whole day and night. The two left the Ruins Ridge one after the other, left the Xiangyang Forest Park, and reached the northern part of Xiangjiang Province!

Song Zidong, who was running for his life in front, burned blood and demonic energy, and his cultivation continued to decline. He had reached the sixth level of Qi refining, and his aura was more than a hundred times weaker.

In the early morning of the third day, Song Zidong finally rolled down a mountain when all his cultivation was exhausted.

Not far away, a mountain with no green in its entire body, surrounded by a clear stream, appeared in front of him.

Lin Tian stepped on the flying sword to the ground and appeared dozens of meters away from Song Zidong.

now.

Song Zidong didn't even have the first level of Qi refining.

His face was pale, his body was shriveled, his hair was gray, and he was withered and lifeless. He was no different from an ordinary person.

"Haha... This is Dry Mirror Mountain, do you dare to kill me?"

Song Zidong didn't panic when he saw Lin Tian appear, he smiled sadly, and shouted loudly.

Dry Mirror Mountain? How a bit familiar!

Lin Tian was stunned for a moment. He felt that he had heard it before. He raised his head and glanced at the mountain without any vegetation. He was slightly surprised, but that was all.

Immediately, he held the Yaoru Xiaotian Sword and walked towards Song Zidong.

"Grass, you still dare to kill me? I don't know where the Dry Mirror Mountain is?"

Song Zidong's face was horrified. He saw Lin Tian still coming with murderous intent, and he screamed and rolled down the hillside, just on the edge of a wooden bridge in the stream below.

"who!"

A deep drink came from the side of the wooden bridge.

It turned out that there were already three people there in front of the wooden bridge.

Standing among them were two young people who looked quite alike, and one was an old man, kneeling on the ground towards the mountain on the other side of the bridge, motionless, even when he heard the young man shouting, he did not raise his head.

This scene made Lin Tian, ​​who had to walk down the mountain, feel a little puzzled.

However, he ignored it, and in a single step, he had already reached Song Zidong.

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