I have a devouring system for spiritual energy recovery

—Xiaoyujie—

Inside the Kowxian Mansion.

In the space on the third floor of the tower, Feng Lingqiu had killed countless aborigines. As for the aborigines that Yu Baimiao wanted to kill, Feng Lingqiu didn't know whether he had killed them or not.

Because none of the aborigines he killed had ever lived to see him face to face.

They are often mercilessly devoured by sword light as soon as they arrive here, and their vitality is completely wiped out.

Even Yu Baimiao, who was planning to take revenge, couldn't help but feel his heart trembling wildly when he saw this scene.

Because she has never seen killing a warrior of the same level as Feng Lingqiu as easily as chopping vegetables and melons.

At the end of the battle, no aboriginal man would dare to take the crystal stone from Feng Lingqiu's body.

Surrounded by mountains of blood and corpses, the bodies of indigenous people piled up, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of blood.

Even the sword in Feng Lingqiu's hand was inevitably stained with blood.

Although Feng Lingqiu's clothes were still as clean as new and not stained with any blood, there was still a faint smell of blood floating around.

I stayed here for so long that my clothes were soaked in the smell of blood.

Feng Lingqiu fell to the ground, tore off an aboriginal's clothes, wiped the sword in his hand, and whispered in a low voice: "Fellow Daoist Yu, it seems that your enemy no longer has the courage to come over."

Feng Lingqiu's tone was calm and gentle, as if he was describing an ordinary and trivial matter.

Seeing Feng Lingqiu's calm and unaffected look, Yu Baimiao couldn't help but admire this guy.

Because although Feng Lingqiu was not merciful in killing people, his soul power seemed to be extremely tough, and he was not affected by the evil spirit at all, let alone killing with red eyes, making no distinction between friend and foe.

"In this case, we can only take the initiative." Feng Lingqiu wiped the sword, looked at it for a few times, and then put it into his body.

As soon as he finished speaking, Feng Lingqiu ejected a purple flame and landed on the ground. The purple flame instantly formed a sea of ​​fire, covering the surrounding mountains of blood and corpses.

Fire snakes soared into the sky, and the scorching heat made the mouth dry and even more frightening.

"Thank you." Yu Baimiao calmed down and cupped his fists towards Feng Lingqiu.

"It's just a normal transaction." Feng Lingqiu waved his hand and said casually.

Then, he took Yu Baimiao away from the area and looked for other aborigines in the space on the third floor of the tower.

Because Feng Lingqiu killed most of the aboriginal people by himself, the space in the third floor of the tower, which was originally deserted, became even more deserted.

Going around and around, Feng Lingqiu took Yu Baimiao throughout the entire third floor of the tower.

Got nothing.

Yu Baimiao did not meet the aborigine who killed her.

"If you haven't met, forget it." When Yu Baimiao said these words, his whole body seemed to have been drained of his soul.

"It is a pity that you were not able to take revenge with your own hands, but at least you can know that your enemy is dead." Feng Lingqiu was stunned and said.

For Yu Baimiao, not finding his enemy before he died was like punching cotton with all his strength.

Although she was hit, she felt uncomfortable in her heart, and she was still filled with depression.

"I didn't expect...I would still regret it and die in the end." Yu Baimiao raised his head and whispered.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, after I die, I only hope that you can take me back to the Yu family." Yu Baimiao looked at Feng Lingqiu and said these words calmly.

"I couldn't help you kill your enemy, so this is the only thing I can do for you now." Feng Lingqiu nodded lightly and said.

As soon as she finished speaking, the aura on Yu Baimiao's body began to decline rapidly, and her vitality was also flowing out rapidly. Blood was constantly flowing out of her lower abdomen, and there seemed to be something squirming inside, which made people's scalp numb.

After a while, the white-scaled monster dragon that was keeping Yu Baimiao alive burst out of her body, covered in bright red blood.

Yu Baimiao's body also turned into an empty shell, her soul dissipated, and she fell powerlessly into Feng Lingqiu's arms.

Feng Lingqiu put the corpse into the fragments of the star furnace and laid it side by side with the empty shell of the little demon shark.

The white-scaled monster dragon looked straight at Feng Lingqiu and said, "I will keep my promise. I only hope that you can really send the master back to the Yu family in the Central Territory."

"I won't lie about this kind of thing." Feng Lingqiu said seriously.

Afterwards, Feng Lingqiu also took the life of the white-scaled monster dragon, and collected the remains of the white-scale monster dragon into the fragments of the star furnace. Feng Lingqiu stood up slowly and breathed a long sigh of relief.

Since this Kexian Mansion belongs to Little Yao Shark, he shouldn't destroy it too much, so he should leave now.

Although the commotion Feng Lingqiu has made now is already big enough.

A dagger appeared in Feng Lingqiu's hand. He took a deep breath and stabbed it hard into his chest.

Pfft——!

Along with the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, blood spurted out.

Feeling the life flow of his body, Feng Lingqiu lay quietly on the ground, feeling the feeling of death coming.

A cold feeling permeated his whole body, and his perception of his surroundings became weaker and weaker, bit by bit...

This process is very torturous and painful.

If this Koxian Mansion had nothing to do with the little demon shark, then Feng Lingqiu would never end his body's life in such a painful way.

He will directly use self-destruction to kill himself instantly.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Feng Lingqiu didn't like this feeling of walking towards death step by step.

He has never had a habit of torturing others. He always deals with enemies quickly, ending his life in the shortest possible time without even having time to taste the pain.

Even though Feng Lingqiu knew that he would not really die, the feeling of fear when death was coming could not be erased.

As the blood gradually drained away, Feng Lingqiu also felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he could hardly open them. Then his consciousness gradually became blurred, and his body completely lost his breath...

—Shangyun Sect—

When Feng Lingqiu opened his eyes again, he was already in a retreat room in Shangyun Sect.

"Very good, I'm back." Feng Lingqiu let out a long sigh of relief and began to sort out the memories in his mind.

At the same time, he did not forget to gather a new secret guard clone.

This newly condensed secret guard clone was stunned for a moment when it first appeared. Then he realized that Feng Lingqiu had been resurrected in his previous body.

"Boss, why did you die? Is the Kexian Mansion so dangerous?" The secret guard clone asked with a look of horror as he knew nothing about what happened in the Koxian Mansion.

"It's not dangerous, but this trip to Kuxian Mansion allowed me to clarify a lot of things and gained a lot." Feng Lingqiu said with a smile.

"It's a pity that I can't share this information with me, otherwise he would definitely be even happier." When Feng Lingqiu said this, his tone became a little more disappointed.

What's so special, he is here day and night looking forward to the arrival of his master, Qiu Lingfeng!

For the warriors in the world of Xinghai, 200 years is just a fleeting time, but for the warriors in the Xiaoyu world, it is an extremely long time.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Feng Lingqiu simply communicated with his clone and asked him to perform other tasks.