Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Impossible, how could you become so strong in just half a year!"

Wan Zhong covered his chest, healing himself, and stared fiercely at the cultivator in front of him who had been chased and killed by them half a year ago.

He really couldn't understand why the other party's strength had increased so much in just half a year.

This made his Dao heart, which had been cultivated for a hundred years, almost collapse. In contrast, Feng Yao of the Spiritual Beast Villa next to him was much calmer. He discovered Wan Zhong's abnormality. If it were normal times, he would even add insult to injury, but now that the enemy was at hand, he alone might die.

We must unite.

Feng Yao immediately shouted at Wan Zhong with the power of his spiritual consciousness:

"Fellow Daoist Wan, the most urgent task is to fight the enemy..."

"Wake up quickly!"

With this tremor that penetrated his soul, Wan Zhong immediately woke up, stuffed a few healing pills into his mouth, and directly pinched the formula to sacrifice the red dragon flag.

Feng Yao was relieved when he saw this. He patted his spirit beast bag, and dozens of black bee beasts flew out quickly, led by the second-level intermediate black bee beast to form a bee swarm.

At the same time, the black flying sword spirit weapon was also sacrificed and quickly attacked Wang Fu.

Everything happened in a flash. Enemies are particularly jealous when they meet. Wang Fu will not show mercy. As early as after rushing out of the fierce wind, he began to pinch the formula to condense the golden sword light.

One, two, three...

Until nine red-gold sword lights condensed and floated behind Wang Fu. This is his limit, nine golden sword lights.

He went all out as soon as he made a move, without reservation.

In addition to the golden sword light, Wang Fu's sleeves were holding the ghost nails, and the magic feather flying knife was being madly injected with spiritual power. Wang Fu had made up his mind to kill the two here.

"Come and die!"

As Wang Fu shouted, nine golden sword lights collided with the red dragon. The red dragon that had been chasing Wang Fu was directly surrounded and killed by the nine sword lights that were comparable to high-level spells. It was defeated in an instant, and a wail turned into a red flag that fell down and became dim.

Wang Fu did not kill it, and this flag would be his trophy.

After killing the red dragon, the black long sword spirit weapon was not so lucky. After several collisions, it lost its spirit and almost broke.

Only the black bee swarm was a little disgusting. Relying on its fast speed, it did not fight Wang Fu head-on, and released the poison needles from its tail from a distance.

Wang Fu was naturally unwilling to give in. He used the Golden Sword Escape to dodge while he summoned the Ghost Nail in his sleeves. The Magic Feather Flying Knife of the Fubao even turned into a light that was a few points faster than the Golden Sword Light. In a short while, the group of black bees flapping their wings were all killed.

Seeing that things were impossible, both Wan Zhong of the Wanfa Sect and Feng Yao of the Spiritual Beast Villa used escape techniques to escape.

"You know how to escape now? It's too late!"

Wang Fu sneered and used the Golden Sword Escape. The whole person was enveloped by the red-gold sword energy, which merged with the Golden Sword Light. The whole person turned into a sword light and caught up with the two in an instant.

The cultivator of the Spiritual Beast Villa was the first to be beheaded because he did not have a top-grade defensive spiritual weapon. As for the cultivator of the Wanfa Sect, although he had a top-grade defensive spiritual weapon to protect himself, under Wang Fu's bombardment with the Golden Sword Light, in just a few breaths, the top-grade defensive spiritual weapon was broken and fell to the ground with serious injuries. Wang Fu's big hand directly clasped his head.

Soul-searching technique!

The powerful spiritual power and consciousness rushed into the opponent's mind, reading the memory and directly shocking him to death on the spot.

"Wutong Village... Hu Shengzi... Xiong Lie..."

Wang Fu finally found the memory of the destruction of Wutong Village. It was done by a Jindan cultivator named Hu Shengzi from Wanfamen and a Jindan cultivator named Xiong Lie from Lingshou Villa.

Because Wutong Village was related to Luoyu Sect, these two Jindan cultivators attacked Wutong Village without scruples. In addition to Wutong Village, all villages related to Luoyu Sect and even the destruction of Xiuxian family were caused by these two people.

They slaughtered tens of thousands of mortal cultivators in the name of killing the remnants of Luoyu Sect.

Xiong Lie drove the beast tide, swallowed blood and flesh, and Hu Shengzi refined the Wanhun Banner to enslave ghosts.

Wang Fu's eyes were bloodshot, and he smashed the bodies of the two people on the ground with one palm, leaving them exposed in the wilderness. He gritted his teeth, with murderous intent in his eyes:

"So that's it, so that's it... Jindan cultivators actually attacked mortals, Wanhun Banner? I, Wang Fu, will refine all the cultivators of your two sects into my soul banner... and they will never be reincarnated..."

With a big wave of his hand, the soul banner that turned into a ring instantly returned to its original appearance. Wang Fu held the banner pole and waved it hard, and two souls emerged from the broken bodies. They were the souls of the white-robed cultivator of Wanfamen and the green-robed cultivator of Lingshou Villa.

The person was dead, the soul banner summoned, the soul left the body, and instantly entered the soul banner and became two ghost generals.

Wang Fu summoned them out, snorted coldly, and smashed them with one palm, but it was difficult to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

After collecting the storage bag and the spiritual weapon, he turned around and looked at the disciples of the Wanfa Sect who were setting up formations around the Wind-Eating Gorge. He waved the soul flag, and the ghost generals that had been re-condensed rushed out in an instant.

Screams were heard one after another, and in a short while, there were twenty new members on the soul flag.

Wang Fu flicked his fingers, and a stream of true fire flew out, turning the twenty corpses and the black bees into ashes.

But just as the true fire was about to fall, Wang Fu suddenly stopped his action. He raised his eyebrows, opened his palm, and a green and simple three-legged tripod slowly emerged. It was the bronze tripod that had not moved for a long time.

Wang Fu looked at this little tripod that helped him a lot, and showed a long-lost smile:

"Three years have passed. Have you finally woken up?"

The small tripod flew out, and the bodies of the twenty disciples of the Wanfa Sect and the spirit beasts of the green-robed monks all turned into dry corpses in an instant. Spiritual power poured into the small tripod, and the true fire fell, turning all the corpses into dust.

The wind blew, dissipating the clouds and smoke, leaving only storage bags that Wang Fu put into his pocket.

A pill the size of a soybean lay quietly in the small tripod. Wang Fu took it out and frowned slightly:

"It was gaseous at first, then liquid, and now it has finally become a solid pill? But this pill is really a little small."

Although hesitant, Wang Fu still put the soybean-sized pill into his mouth.

As the throat rolled, the pill entered the stomach, and the next moment a burst of rich spiritual power burst out, setting off a turbulent spiritual power storm in the dantian.

Wang Fu did not dare to neglect it, and quickly sat cross-legged, using all his strength to circulate the [Golden Thunder Yuan Sword Art] to refine the sudden spiritual power. With the end of a big cycle, the violent spiritual power finally calmed down and turned into drops of liquid spiritual power to fill the Dantian.

"I didn't expect that the spiritual power contained in this solid pill was so rich. My cultivation level has increased significantly, and the spiritual power fills the Dantian. If I do it ten more times, wouldn't it be easy to reach the late stage of foundation building?"

"It's a pity that these two guys were shattered by my palm, otherwise the spiritual power of the two foundation building cultivators would be more than that of the Qi Refining Realm even if they died..."

"What a pity..."

"But there are still many cultivators in the Wanfa Sect and the Spirit Beast Villa. Don't worry... Come one by one, they will all die!"

On the Gobi Desert, Wang Fu walked slowly, with the howling wind in the Wind-Eating Gorge behind him, like a demon who had just been born and roared to the sky.