He walked out of the Poison Dragon Pond with sharp eyes.
"I'm going to get Hanyou Ye next. I hope that person doesn't know the current situation and bumps into my gun."
After he left the Poison Dragon Pond, someone passed by and exclaimed: "It's Xiao Chengfeng, a Taoist disciple and one of the twelve heroes. It seems that the dragon blood grass under the Poison Dragon Pond has been obtained by him."
"Poison Dragon is one of the seven overlords of the Tianling Mountains. He is extremely powerful. Even three Lingtai monks may not be able to defeat him. I didn't expect that he could kill Poison Dragon alone in such a short period of time. The strength of this person is even greater. It’s getting scary.”
"Let's go. Since he has visited here, the opportunity here has also been taken away."
On the Flame Mountain, Yan Qingchuan took down the Flowing Fire Ganoderma lucidum, which is a medium-grade fire elixir. To the Fenzhen Sect, it is as precious as the main material of the Lingtai Solid Base Liquid.
Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said: "Fortunately, I practice fire skills, and I am invincible in the volcano. Otherwise, if I want to kill the Fire Snake King, I don't know how much price I have to pay."
A spiritual talisman flew towards him and he crushed it.
The next second, his expression was cold, and his murderous intent caused the magma in the crater to cool down.
"Evil cultivators actually sneaked into the Tianling Mountains. Are those people really just living for nothing?"
He jumped up from the crater and walked down the volcano.
"Oh, evil cultivator Wang Ling, right? I will definitely kill you."
Somewhere under the flower forest, peach blossoms fell, forming a peach rain that covered the ground like a pink carpet.
A jade hand gently picked up a piece of peach blossom, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, a faint smile appeared on the face that brought disaster to the country and the people.
"Tongtian Tao is just ahead. I hope that evil cultivator Wang Ling will not seek death."
Underneath the smile, there was a hint of coldness hidden.
This person is Nangong Feiyu, one of the candidate saints in Yaochi and the only one among the twelve heroes.
It is rumored that he has achieved some success in his practice of Shaking Light Dao, and among the twelve heroes, his combat power can be ranked among the top five.
She walked forward step by step, obviously without any aura, just like an ordinary woman.
But in the dark, countless monsters were lying on their knees, lowering their heads and not daring to make a sound.
Even the monsters guarding Tongtian Peach were retreating step by step, and finally fled without any intention of fighting.
At the entrance to the Endless Desert, Wu Wudi stopped Dugu Xiaolang.
Of these two people, one is the leader of the Zhenwu Dao Palace, and the other is the number one disciple of the Divine Sword Sect.
An invisible aura radiated from Wu Wudi's body. There was no wind in the desert, but the wild sand slowly rolled up, forming a huge sandstorm.
Dugu Xiaolang looked at Wu Wudi with a headache, and murmured in his heart: This guy is really a fighting maniac. Everyone else is competing for opportunities, but he only thinks about challenging other heroes all day long.
Wu Wudi's fist burst out with terrifying power, and the moment he raised his hand, the air roared.
His physical strength is extremely powerful, and among the twelve heroes, no one can defeat him in close combat.
"Dugu Xiaolang, come and fight, let me see who is stronger, your Dugu Nine Swords, or my invincible boxing technique!"
With a loud shout, the sand was shaken away, and the gravel on the ground shook slightly.
Looking at this scene, Dugu Xiaolang raised his eyebrows, secretly shocked in his heart, what a perverted physical power!
He doesn't have time to fight with this warrior, there are still so many natural and earthly treasures waiting for him to harvest.
Rolling his eyes, Dugu Xiaolang pretended to be a master and shook his head.
"I don't think you have the right to let me use my sword."
As soon as he said this, Wu Wudi's eyes immediately burst into flames, and the atmosphere above the desert became depressing.
Then, Dugu Xiaolang pretended to think for a moment and said deceitfully: "However, if you can defeat the evil cultivator Wang Ling who has been very popular recently, then I will recognize your strength and fight with you."
When Wu Wudi heard this, his anger dissipated a little.
Then, Dugu Xiaolang turned around and walked towards the distance without looking back.
Seeing his lack of fighting spirit, Wu Wudi frowned, and then shouted: "Do you mean what you say?"
Dugu Xiaolang's unpredictable voice came: "Of course it is true."
When Wu Wudi heard this, he was completely relieved, his eyes were full of fighting intent, and he turned around and left.
After he left, Dugu Xiaolang slowly let go of his hand, his palms covered with sweat.
He felt guilty and said: "It's a big risk. Fortunately, this stupid big guy is easy to fool. If I really fight him, my chances of winning are not high. Winning is nothing, but losing will be embarrassing."
"Ahem, let's go find treasures of heaven and earth to improve our strength, lest we really lose against this guy next time."
In a valley, Hu Changshou, the hero of the Eternal Life Sect, held dozens of space rings in his hands.
Not far away lay a group of disciples from a first-rate force. They were covered in bruises and were seriously injured.
Hu Changshou took out the elixirs from these space rings and then threw them back to these people.
He looked at them with disdain, turned and left.
At this time, an angry curse came from behind: "Eternal Life Sect, you know that bullying us weaklings is just bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. You have the ability to deal with the evil cultivator Wang Ling! I don't think you have the courage."
When Hu Changshou heard this, his face turned gloomy and he turned to look at the person at the exit.
A faint blue flower floated out, instantly swallowing up the life of the disciple who had just spoken.
Looking at the other pale-faced first-class disciples, he said coldly: "I know how to kill Wang Ling, but if you dare to insult the Eternal Life Sect, you will die."
Others were so chilled that they didn't dare to say another word.
But he cursed in his heart that this Hu Changshou was more evil than the evil cultivator. At least that Wang Ling only robbed things and didn't kill anyone.
On the bank of a pool that was about to dry up, a monk wearing cassocks, holding a Zen staff in his right hand and an alms bowl in his left hand gently filled a bowl of water.
Looking at the water in the alms bowl and the bottoming out of the pool, he sighed.
"The water of the mirror has become increasingly scarce in recent years. For those of us who are enlightened by Buddhism, I am afraid it will be a great calamity."
If the six impure roots cannot be washed away from the mundane world, how can we sincerely practice Buddhism?
Not far away, a Dilan Sect disciple ran over.
"Master Mingwu, something dirty has entered the Tianling Mountains."
Master Mingwu's expression remained calm, unmoved by anything.
"I already know that the donor does not need to worry, I will take action to kill these evil spirits."
When the disciple heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief and did not doubt Master Mingwu's words.
He is very confident about Master Mingwu. Among the twelve heroes, his strength can be ranked among the top three.
Perhaps except for Chu Shenhe who didn't come, no one could defeat Master Mingwu.
At the snow mountain pass, Cheng Xiaochen was stopped by a young man in Tsing Yi. The young man had a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth and looked very tangled.
He looked at Cheng Xiaochen's disgraced look, spat out dogtail grass, and said with a sneer: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Cheng Xiaochen, you have really disgraced our Twelve Heroes. Otherwise, you can withdraw from the Twelve Heroes yourself so as not to implicate us." .”
