The First Thousand and Eighty-Seven Chapters, I Would Rather Kill the Wrong One than Let It Go!

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But at the moment when the Blood Soul Transformation broke through the ninth level, Luo Feng had the feeling of touching the Realm Realm!

Although it was only for a moment, the feeling was very real, which undoubtedly showed that his vitality was already enough to hit the True Origin Realm. Pin Shu Wang w w w . v o d t w . c o m

If it was said that he was still one step away from the True Yuan Realm before, at this moment, he has already taken this step! Saved at least half a month.

"I didn't expect that the Nine Transformations of the Divine Dragon and the Blood Soul Transformation, after reaching the ninth level of cultivation, can actually increase the vitality of the warrior by nearly ten times. Nine Dragons Return to Yuan, Nine Dragons Return to Yuan, does it mean that the dragon-shaped Qi veins represent double the amount of Yuan Qi? "

Under the impact of the huge surprise, Luo Feng couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion. He thought about the reason for the great improvement in his cultivation base. After much deliberation, he finally came up with a more reasonable explanation.

"By the way, the blood soul change has been cultivated to the ninth level, and it can condense a wisp of true energy. I don't know what's going on."

After calming down a little, Luo Feng's mind sank into his body immediately, and he explored his dantian.

The nine dragon-shaped energy veins in the tendons have disappeared, and in the spiritual whirl in the dantian, there is a dragon-shaped ghost image overflowing with seven-colored mysterious light.

The dragon-shaped phantom is like a living thing, hovering in the spiritual circle, its body is extremely slender, it is difficult to find if you do not observe carefully.

Although there was only a trace of it, Luo Feng felt that the vitality contained in this dragon-shaped phantom, no matter in terms of quality or quantity, was extraordinary, and it exceeded the sum of the vitality in his whole body!

"True Yuan!"

Opening his eyes, Luo Feng couldn't help but took a deep breath, and thought to himself: I heard before that there is an insurmountable gap between the warriors of the Spiritual Realm and the warriors of the True Yuan Realm, this statement is true. It's just a wisp of true energy, which actually exceeds the sum of the vitality in my whole body!

Luo Feng's heart trembled, he realized that he underestimated this wisp of true energy too much, using this wisp of true energy to perform saber techniques, might be able to instantly kill any martial artist in the Spiritual Spinning Realm! True Yuan Realm fighters, if they are careless, may have to pay a heavy price.

In this way, in addition to the secret art of Demon Shape, he has one more trump card, and it is a powerful trump card that can threaten the true essence realm warriors.

However, this trump card also has flaws. This wisp of true energy can only be used once. After consumption, it should be condensed again before it can be used. This process will definitely take a lot of time.

"You can use it all the time..."

Luo Feng groaned, then shook his head with a wry smile, feeling ridiculous for his own thoughts.

This wisp of true energy is almost equivalent to all the vitality in his body, even if it can be used continuously, he does not have so much energy to condense the true essence.

"Let's strive to break through the True Yuan Realm as soon as possible, and then we don't have to worry about the True Yuan so carefully."

Smiling lightly, Luo Feng stood up, shot his figure close to his face, and continued on his way.

"It's so quiet here..."

Not far away, Luo Feng felt something strange.

This is the Scarlet Flame Desert, one of the famous and dangerous places in the territory of the Hundred Kingdoms. Even in the outer areas, there are endless monsters and beasts, and the roar of beasts can be heard everywhere.

However, in this desert, all the monsters seemed to have disappeared. After walking for tens of miles, not only did there not even the slightest roar of the beasts, even the breath of the monsters disappeared completely.

"Weird, let's get out of here as soon as possible."

There must be a demon in everything that happens, this strange silence made Luo Feng vigilant, his figure lowered a little, and he flew forward against the sand surface, looking from afar, it was like a black wind blowing on the sand gallop.

...

The sun is shining brightly, and in a stretch of sand, a fight is taking place.

More than a dozen warriors in black robes surrounded five warriors and fought fiercely. The sand was dotted with blood and there were several corpses.

Among the five people in the siege, the leader is a bearded man with a thick eyebrow-length stick in his hand. He dances like a dragon flying out of the sea, and the air explodes continuously. He protects the other four people behind him, preventing the nearby black-robed warriors from near.

"We are just casual cultivators who went to the Red Flame Desert to do missions. We don't belong to any sect, and we have no grievances with your Blood Demon Sect. Why are you aggressive?"

The big bearded man glared at the black-robed warriors around him, and asked with a shout.

A middle-aged man in a black robe came out, with a cold light in his eyes, and said: "He stays, others can leave."

The middle-aged man in black robe raised his hand and pointed to a young man behind the bearded man.

The young man was dressed in blue and looked less than twenty. He was holding a four-foot long knife in his hand. When he was pointed at by the middle-aged man in black, his face changed slightly, "Why do you want me to stay?"

The middle-aged man in black robe glanced at the knife in the young man's hand and snorted coldly, "Because you deserve to die."

At this time, the bearded man said, "Everyone, I got news that Luo Feng, a disciple of the Linglong Palace of the Canglan Dynasty, is in the Chilong Mountains. This person got the map of the stronghold you planted in the Canglan Dynasty, causing heavy losses to your Blood Demon Sect. Are you here for him?"

The black-robed middle-aged man's face darkened, "Don't ask about things you shouldn't ask."

The bearded man hurriedly said: "Of course I don't dare to take care of your blood demon sect's affairs. I just want to clarify one thing with everyone."

The bearded man introduced the young swordsman Dao: "This is Lin Hao. He joined our Shankui Adventure Group three years ago. He is nineteen years old this year. He is not the person you are looking for."

The middle-aged man in black robe was unmoved, he waved his hand and said, "Of course I will investigate this matter clearly. Alright, you can go now."

The young swordsman turned pale, and looked at the bearded man, "Brother..."

The big bearded man had an ugly expression on his face, and said:

"Don't worry, although I, Shan Yue, am not a high-roller hero, I will not betray my brother who was born and died together. I will not stop any of you who want to leave."

The bearded man turned his head to look at the other three.

A woman and two men next to each other looked at each other and smiled, the woman said decisively: "Brother Shan, we haven't known each other for a day or two, why bother to ask."

"Haha... I don't know how to live or die. Since you want to die, then I will help you."

The disciple of the Blood Demon Sect who spoke just now laughed triumphantly, with a hideous expression on his face.

The last time the Canglan Dynasty jointly held a hunting conference, the major demon sects in the Western Desert Demon Territory suffered heavy losses, especially the blood demon sect, which lost more than ten blood demon generals! Knowing that the culprit of all this, Luo Feng, is in the Red Dragon Mountain Range, the entire Blood Demon Sect is shaken, and ten or hundreds of Blood Demons will personally lead people here, vowing to tear Luo Feng's body into tens of thousands of pieces!

However, among these disciples of the Demon Sect, there are only a handful of people who have seen Luo Feng's face.

In order to prevent Luo Feng from leaving safely, the ten blood demon generals ordered that any young swordsmen under the age of twenty be beheaded within a thousand miles around, without leaving any one behind!

It is really better to kill the wrong than to let it go.

It is really better to kill the wrong than to let it go.

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