Life Hunter

"As long as we can't die, why are we afraid of this little hardship? It's as if we have never suffered before." Wang Shoude said.

"I'm not afraid of this bit of hardship." Xu Fang said.

Li Qingxian nodded, and first used the Heavenly Warfare Technique for Liu Yitian, who had lost his arm in battle. He had lost his arm in battle and his body was aging, so he could no longer withstand the power of the Heavenly General.

The process of the Heavenly War Art is almost the same as that of the Heavenly General Art, but the incantation is slightly different. There is no need to chant the name of the True King Yuqing, but directly use the name of the Five Directions Thunder Lord to complete the canonization of the Heavenly Soldiers.

Everyone watched quietly as the thunder fell on Liu Yitian, the leader of the Shen Gong Sect.

The thunder and momentum are far inferior to Zhou Hen, and there is no divine light.

When the last thunderbolt fell from the sky, everyone slowly opened their eyes and opened their mouths.

He was even more surprised than when he saw Zhou Hen's appearance.

Because, Liu Yitian's arm grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was shocked.

Li Qingxian also didn't expect that the Heavenly Art of War had such a miraculous ability, but after thinking about it, he realized that for the upper world, repairing a mortal's arm is the most insignificant spell.

Liu Yitian was knocked unconscious by the thunder. When he woke up, he touched his lost arm and cried with joy.

Seeing with their own eyes the power of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, the others were jealous.

The spell to restore the arm requires at least a first-level Taoist cultivator and the assistance of various treasures to complete it.

Even Han Anbo, who was as steady as an old dog, was breathing heavily.

It's not that I'm too greedy, it's that the magic is too tempting.

Yu Ping touched his belly gently.

Therefore, Li Qingxian performed the Heavenly Warfare or Heavenly Generals' Techniques on everyone one by one, and granted them the status of Lei Bu.

As a result, Xu Fang, Wang Shoude, He Lei and other seventh-level players achieved breakthroughs and entered the sixth level.

Not only was Yu Ping's Dantian repaired, he even entered the ninth level and passed the tenth level.

In the end, there was only one Han Anbo left.

Li Qingxian looked at Han Anbo and said, "Brother Han, what do you think?"

Han Anbo's expression changed, his eyes flashed, and finally he sighed and said: "Forget it. I told my fortune back then, and if I were born with the naked eye, I would have a safe life. If you practice well, disaster will come. If you improve a few levels, it will come to me. Say, it doesn’t have much effect.”

Yu Ping said: "Brother Han, don't be stupid. How can you say that the improvement is not big? There is not a slight difference between ninth grade and no grade."

"I want to do what I'm supposed to do, not the class. I know what I want."

Everyone tried to persuade him, but Han Anbo remained unmoved.

"Okay, now that Brother Han has made up his mind, I won't say any more." Li Qingxian nodded without further persuasion.

Li Qingxian led everyone out of Feikong Pavilion. After taking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The whole strange town seemed to exude some strange smell, like the smell after a thunderstorm.

So, take out your birth chart and carefully look at everyone in the situation.

The river is flowing, and more and more people are connected to the tributaries, which have entered the upper mountainous area.

The rat warriors are running around and have even given birth to a second generation.

Um? Why did some demon cultivators die?

How come all the living magic cultivators have been reduced in level? Those who are lucky are downgraded by one level, and those who are unlucky are downgraded by two levels.

Why are some demon cultivators so irritable? They are cursing like madmen.

Li Qingxian shook his head and said: "There may be changes in the town, so be careful."

At the same time, in a residential house shrouded in strange fog.

Before entering Gui Town, you have to go through the blessings of your neighbors.

This residential house has entered the third blessing.

There was an urgent knock on the door, and a fat boy yelled.

More than a dozen people looked at the man in black with a long and narrow backpack in disbelief. He was lying on the ground, dying.

This man was mysterious at first and looked like a very powerful monk.

But for some reason, as soon as there was a thunder in the sky, the man would vomit blood.

As the thunder sounded one after another, the man was seriously ill.

At first he just vomited blood, and later he even vomited up pieces of internal organs.

After the last thunder, the man in black was completely unconscious, and his skin was visibly withering and turning yellow.

"I'm afraid it's a demonic or evil cultivator. Let's stay away..."

"Yes, I also heard that evil cultivators are most afraid of thunder."

"Those thunders from the sky are not attacking this demonic cultivator, are they?"

"I don't think so. This man is actually very pitiful. He said at first that he would help everyone solve the mystery. Who knows, he vomited a mouthful of blood and ended up like this. I think that no matter what kind of cultivation he is, he must have a kind heart... …”

"It's better to throw him out and crack the third one. Anyway, he looks like he's dying, so it's useless to stay here. If something dirty is introduced, we will all be unlucky."

"I think it will work. He blew loudly at first, but he didn't take any action at all. He kept vomiting blood. It's useless to keep it."

"Everyone, raise your hands, the minority obeys the majority."

The people in the room looked at each other. The first person raised his hand. Slowly, more and more people raised their hands. Finally, only two people did not raise their hands.

"The minority obeys the majority, throw him out."

"Should we take something from him?"

"Don't be stupid. Who dares to take the things on the demon cultivator? Even if you throw him away, you can't touch it directly with your hands. We took off our clothes and used them as ropes, tied them to his hands and feet, and then the four of us carried them out. Remember, Don’t touch his body, lest you become possessed.”

Soon, everyone used their clothes as ropes to lift his hands and feet, walked out of the house, and went straight to the courtyard gate.

After opening the courtyard door, the four of them threw out the man in black and ran towards the house.

People in the room peeked secretly.

I saw a big fat child with a bamboo hat on his head, wearing a blue coat with the word "Fu", and the coat was wrapped with a blood-colored lining.

The big fat boy said: "I heard that my neighbor has moved to a new house, so I came here to bless you. I wish your family harmony, reunion, and good luck."

After saying that, he lowered his head, glanced at the backpack behind the man in black on the ground in surprise, and frowned slightly.

That backpack is uncomfortable.

But then, he remembered what he had gained. These days, except for meeting that human who likes to bully the small but is tainted with treachery, everything went smoothly. He even climbed to a high platform to catch treasures, and his strength became even higher.

"Nothing will happen. It should be a gift from God..."

The fat boy smiled and stretched out his hand, scratched the half-evil devil's belly and pulled out a series of intestines.

The half-evil demon took his last breath.

The fat boy bit into the large intestine, his eyes lit up, and he praised in his heart, it is a good intestine, this person must be very advanced, it is the most delicious thing he has eaten in these days...

The fat boy stopped suddenly because the man's long and narrow backpack split open, revealing a scroll.

The scroll was opened, and there was nothing drawn on the white paper.

The fat boy frowned slightly, feeling flustered for some reason.

Suddenly, the scroll burned silently.

A strange sound sounded in the fat boy's ears.

The sound may be smooth and elegant, or soft and graceful, or deep and deep... densely packed, layered, endless...

"When you see the man holding a green bamboo stick, do you still dare to call out?"

"You've eaten so many intestines, aren't you afraid that they will become spooks and look for you in your dreams?"

"If your parents are gone, what else do you have?"

"Do you know who you killed?"

"You can't keep eating, the emperor is watching you..."

The fat boy's hair exploded, and when he looked around, he saw endless darkness.