Soul Eater Book

This time he won the gamble!

Concentrate triple!

Moreover, the benefits of using the compression method this time are not limited to this. The purity of the spiritual power in his body is completely comparable to that of a monk at the fifth level of concentration, but the amount has not reached this level, that is to say, In the process of his cultivation in the future, the small bottleneck of the concentration period will no longer exist!

Even if it's a life-and-death experience, it's worth it!

Chen Zhi took a deep breath and washed his body. He found that the strength of his body was probably comparable to that of some monks who practice body training techniques.

The only pity is that there are only three blood pills, and this kind of pill can only be refined by prefecture-level alchemists, even the old man of the Corpse Demon Palace, who was also rewarded by the higher-ups.

Getting up from the bath again, Chen Zhi put on his clothes and came to the quiet room for cultivation.There are still nearly five months before his expected retreat time. In the next five months, he plans to consolidate his cultivation at the third level of concentration and practice several spells at the same time.

Time flies, five months passed quickly, in the dark mist space, Chen Zhi suddenly opened his eyes.

It's time to get out!

Chapter 12

At the entrance of a cave next to the entrance of Chen Zhi's cave, three inner disciples of Hehuan Sect sat cross-legged in a circle.

"What the hell, how long is this kid going to nest? Damn it, is he a turtle!" A man with an ordinary appearance but a distinctive gutter nose said a little irritably.

Sitting next to this man is a middle-aged man about 46 years old. According to the regulations of Hehuan Sect, inner disciples over the age of 60 will be removed from the inner sect, and most inner sect disciples who have not yet entered the advanced building at the age of 50 If you don’t have the foundation, then you will often consciously leave the inner sect, or become the steward of the outer sect like the elders, or leave the sect to establish a leisure family in the secular world.

This person is already 46 years old, and he is still concentrating on the third level of cultivation. Obviously, he has given up the idea of ​​​​advanced foundation building. Hearing the complaints of his companions at this time, he just smiled lightly: "Why do you need to worry, Senior Brother Ouyang? Will we be given two bottles of Shenglingsan after we wait here for a month? With the wealth of the three of us, even if we go to do the mission, we will get this reward at most, but it is far from as easy as it is now."

"Senior brother Hu is right." The last of the three said with a smile. This person is fat and has a loyal smile on his face, as if humans and animals are harmless, but no matter whether it is a monk named Hu or a monk named Ye , I dare not underestimate this person, after all, although this person's cultivation base is not high, but he is ruthless and extremely insidious in doing things, he is the most vicious of the three of them.

The three of them were chatting, suddenly the middle-aged man surnamed Hu was taken aback for a moment, his eyes fixed on the cave on the right.

The other two hurriedly turned their heads in confusion, only to see that the gate of Chen Zhi's cave, which had been closed for a year, suddenly opened.

Chen Zhi walked out of the gate of the cave, glanced at the appearance of the three people beside him, and sneered to himself. He never expected that someone would follow him for a year, but he didn't bother to pay attention to these three people. Holding the flying sword, he slowly flew away from Yinyue Peak.

It wasn't until Chen Zhi left that the three people next to him came to their senses and got up suddenly.

The cultivator surnamed Hu stared at the direction Chen Zhi was leaving, and said with great joy, "Junior Brother Ye and Junior Brother Zhen, both of you have medium-grade flying artifacts, hang him from a distance first, and I will report to Senior Brother Ouyang."

The cultivator surnamed Ye was slightly taken aback, and said with some hesitation: "Senior brother, why is this so, a small second-level cultivator of Concentration, the three of us will definitely be able to catch him, if we catch him..."

He was only halfway through when he was interrupted by a fat man surnamed Zhen, who saw that the smile on Fatty Zhen's face had disappeared, and he said sinisterly: "Brother Ye, I think it's better to listen to Brother Hu, I didn't expect This person has retreated for a year, and he has advanced to the third stage of Concentration, I am afraid that this person is difficult to deal with."

"Three levels of concentration?!" Cultivators surnamed Hu and Cultivators surnamed Ye exclaimed at the same time, and they couldn't help but stare at each other in astonishment. They didn't doubt Fatty Zhen's words. The secret method of high-level monks, they used to rely on Fatty Zhen's secret method for all their work of robbing houses.

The three muttered for a while, and quickly acted. Cultivator Ye and Fatty Zhen hung Chen Zhi from a distance, while Cultivator Hu summoned a flying sword and flew towards the top of Yinyue Peak.

Chen Zhi stepped on the Excalibur, looked back at Yinyue Peak, and sighed softly.

He left the Hehuan Sect this time, and I am afraid it will be some time before he comes back. This time he was forced to leave the customs. He is penniless now, and the Shengling Powder and Lingshi have already been used up. Even The souls that entered the black mist space are gone, only the souls of the old man of the Corpse Devil Hall in the concentration stage and the Chiyan Tutuo in the foundation stage are left unused, and these foreign objects are lost. With his current aptitude, he is blind Practice is really a waste of time.

After flying away from Yinyue Peak, Chen Zhi paused in the air. According to his original idea, he would first go to Donglin City to the north to see Fang Tong's cultivation status. He, if these people have powerful tracking methods, they will bring trouble to Fang Tong.

So Chen Zhi simply flew towards the south. According to Chiyan Toutuo's memory, the Qianzhong Mountain Range flew thousands of miles south, and he would enter the territory of the Tianding Empire. In the north of the Tianding Empire, there is a mountain named The city of Beiling, this city is very special. It can be said that it is a rare city of cultivating immortals in Tianwu Continent. The largest sect in China - Jiudingzong.

After a year of painstaking practice, Chen Zhi was penniless, so he naturally thought of selling off some of his magic weapons and skills, and there are many famous chambers of commerce in the Tianwu Continent in Beiling City, such as Li The Chamber of Commerce, Jiuding Chamber of Commerce, Tianji Pavilion, and Wanbaozhai, these chambers of commerce have often existed in Tianwu Continent for thousands of years, and their influence is extremely large. Some chambers of commerce are inextricably linked with major sects on the mainland. Moreover, with the status and wealth of these chambers of commerce, the reputation is naturally passable, and they will definitely not do things like the Jinyu Pavilion that was doing business on the surface but behind the scenes. stuff on sale.

Thinking of this, Chen Zhi flew towards the south with the Sha Shen Sword. Three days later, Chen Zhi stopped on a small peak at the southernmost tip of the Thousand Mountain Range, and crossed his knees to recover his spiritual power.

Soon Chen Zhi's spiritual power returned to its peak state, he stood up, frowned and looked at the northern sky, only to see a few black streamers flying towards him quickly.

"It's not a good person." Chen Zhi sighed softly. On the way before, he found two people following him far behind. It was easy to make a move, but after leaving the densely populated area, Chen Zhi originally thought that he had left the two of them, but now it seemed that the other party was out of his sight for a short time in order to join other people.

Chen Zhi stood proudly on the mountain peak, his slender body transformed by the Blood Pill was filled with explosive power.

In normal times, he might choose to use the turtle's breath secret technique to hide on one side, and then consider whether to fight after seeing the opponent's strength.

But now, Chen Zhi's heart was filled with surging fighting spirit.

One year of hard training, no, more than four years of hard training, six times the time difference, excluding the time spent swallowing blood pills and practicing spells, Chen Zhi stayed in the black mist space for a full four years!

After four years of penance and four years of solitude, Chen Zhi was like a powder keg compressed to the extreme, igniting at once.

Soon, several black streamers approached Chen Zhi.

With a sweep of his gaze, Chen Zhi immediately noticed people in the future.

In addition to the three people guarding the door, there is another monk. This man has a white face and a blue shirt, and he looks like a boy. However, Chen Zhi dare not underestimate this man, because this man is a cultivator at the fifth level of concentration. for.

The four of them stopped in front of Chen Zhi, and the leader was that pretty boy with five levels of concentration.

This person was condescending, looking down at Chen Zhi, brushing his hair in a sissy way, with a sneering smile on his lips: "Why? Don't you run away?"

Chen Zhi's fighting spirit was instantly ignited by this sarcasm. He raised his hand, and a blue-black mist hit the four of them fiercely.

The four obviously didn't expect that Chen Zhi would dare to make the first move in this situation, and when he made the move, it was the soul-destroying green smoke known for its attack power in intermediate spells, and the four scattered in a panic.

The expression of the five-level boy who was leading the concentration changed even more, and he said in a low voice: "This is an almost instant intermediate spell, how is it possible?"

He was still shocked by Chen Zhi's attack, but he didn't want Chen Zhi to suddenly yell.

"war!"

Chapter 13 Battle

In Chen Zhi's angry roar, another middle-level spell—Dementor Magic Sound was vaguely used. This is a kind of charm spell that Chen Zhi obtained from Chiyan Tutuo's memory. However, after studying a After doing this kind of spell, he actually thought of another way to use it: sound attack!

Speaking of which, Chen Zhi was able to think of this step because he got the inspiration from the magic resentment talisman he used when he killed Tanghe. At this time, when the magic sound was played, the four people in the air couldn't help being in a trance.

Seeing that the four of them had been hit, a faint smile appeared on the corners of Chen Zhi's mouth. His hands changed repeatedly in the air, and he played several spells. Two black locks were formed in front of his hands along these spells, as if two A black whip continued to dance along Chen Zhi's hands.

Chen Zhi pulled his hands back, and the two black life-threatening ropes were thrown back immediately by his side. Immediately, Chen Zhi violently waved his hands, and ruthlessly threw the two life-threatening ropes towards the four people in the air.

The target of one life-threatening rope was the cultivator surnamed Ye, and the other target was the five-layered boy who was concentrating on it.

The four people in the air were still under the shock of the dementor sound, but Ouyang Meng woke up first. As soon as he regained consciousness, he saw a thick black lock appearing in front of him in a blink of an eye.

"Damn it!" Ouyang Meng's face changed drastically. He never expected that Chen Zhi would be so troublesome. Originally, in his opinion, it would be easy to deal with a monk with a double concentration, and he would be able to please Senior Lu Ao. But now, He no longer had the easy thoughts he had at the beginning.

Before he had time to think about it, Ouyang Meng stretched out his hand, and a pink gourd flew out of his hand, colliding with Heisuo in the air.

"Crack!" With a crisp sound, Hei Suo immediately turned into a puff of green smoke. Ouyang Meng's complexion eased when suddenly a scream came from his ear.

He turned his head in shock, and saw that the cultivator surnamed Ye was dragged to the ground by Chen Zhi's black lock, and Chen Zhi casually fired three arrows of yin water at this person, and the cultivator surnamed Ye didn't even groan. Turned into a puddle of rotten water.

At this moment, not only Ouyang Meng, but also the monk surnamed Hu and Fatty Zhen had already woken up. Seeing the scene of the tragic death of the monk surnamed Ye, they felt chills all over their bodies.

Chen Zhi is just a monk of the third level of concentration, one against four, and one of them has died in just a few breaths from the fight to now. What kind of strength is this!