Living in the world of cultivation

Zhou Tong stood outside the vent with a gloomy face, and held up a spiritual shield to barely resist the violent wind.

His contracted beasts had lost contact with him.

These beasts had been with him for a long time, and they were all hatched by him personally. He had a deep affection for them. He didn't expect that they all died here.

Although he was extremely sad, he was relieved.

He had recognized the origin of this place. If the murderer entered here, he would definitely die without a burial place.

At this time, two Zhou family foundation-building cultivators also arrived.

They walked to Zhou Tong's side. Although they all held up spiritual shields, they were shivering with cold.

"Fourth uncle, did the murderer enter here?"

"What is this place? Why is it so cold..."

Zhou Tong nodded and said, "This is the legendary bone-eroding wind. I'm afraid there are not many such places in the entire Western Wilderness."

After hearing Zhou Tong's words, the two Zhou family foundation-building cultivators were all stunned.

They had heard of the bone-eroding wind, but this was the first time they had seen it.

Standing outside the vent is unbearable. If they enter, even if they are in the foundation building stage, they will be blown to pieces.

"Fourth uncle, that kid is dead..."

Zhou Tong smiled and joked: "It is possible that his bones and slags cannot be found..."

The two Zhou family foundation building people suddenly showed ecstasy on their faces.

This kid is finally dead.

In the past few months, the entire Zhou family was almost killed by him.

If he is not caught again, the prestige of the Zhou family in the Nine Nether Demon Palace will be destroyed and become the laughing stock of the entire sect.

Although the murderer is dead, Zhou Tong is not happy at all.

His two children are gone, and several contracted monsters that have followed him for many years are also dead.

Not to mention nearly a thousand family members and tens of thousands of mortals directly from the main family.

In order to kill this kid, the Zhou family paid too much.

Zhou Tong sighed. No matter what, this big trouble was finally solved.

He turned around and glanced at the two nephews behind him.

"Let's go out first..."

Although his cultivation has reached the perfect foundation, Zhou Tong can't stand the cold wind whistling out of the vent.

After a while, Zhou Tianfang and a group of Zhou family cultivators also rushed here.

When they heard that the murderer had been buried in the vent, they all breathed a sigh of relief, followed by ecstasy.

They have been frustrated for a while. A small Qi training cultivator has turned the Zhou family upside down.

Zhou Tianfang walked to Zhou Tong's side, hesitated for a moment, and still expressed his thoughts.

"Uncle, should we confirm it before reporting it to the family..."

Zhou Tong was stunned for a moment. The words of this nephew made him a little unhappy, but he didn't scold him.

"How to confirm it? Do you want to go into that vent to confirm it? You should have heard of the bone-eroding cold wind. Even I can't stand it."

"Uncle, he is a physical cultivator..."

Zhou Tong frowned immediately after hearing this. Even if this kid is a physical cultivator, he is only the seventh level of Qi training.

He didn't believe that this kid could survive the bone-eroding wind.

Seeing his uncle's expression, Zhou Tianfang hurriedly said, "It's not difficult to determine whether the murderer died in there. Just let Brother Xuanling come."

Hearing this, Zhou Tong's expression eased a little.

"Then you contact Brother Xuanling and let him make a hard trip..."

Su Fan had just rushed into the wind vent when a violent wind suddenly hit him. He seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.

This was a chill that was so cold that it froze his blood and soul.

The cold breath was like a flood that had been opened, drilling into his body. He felt that his spirit was frozen and his mind was blank.

At this time, a violent wind whistled, and Su Fan's top-grade robe was activated, passively supporting a spiritual shield, but it was instantly shattered.

Then, the "Yangsha God Fire Cover" that enveloped Su Fan's body barely lasted for a while, and also shattered.

Boom! !

The Tao Seed in Su Fan's body exploded and slowly began to rotate.

Countless hot positive poles roared out from the Tao Seed and instantly spread all over Su Fan's body, blocking the raging violent Yin wind for him.

Su Fan shuddered violently, and his brain instantly regained clarity.

He realized that in the moment he lost consciousness, his body had been ravaged by the bone-eroding Yin wind.

At this time, the top-grade robe on his body had been blown to pieces, and his whole body was torn apart.

The torn skin was blown by the violent Yin wind.

He watched his face skin being torn off by the violent Yin wind, and even his entire scalp was rolled up by the Yin wind and blown away by the Yin wind in an instant.

The cold air roared in from the wound, and the blood, muscles and bones in his body seemed to be corroded.

At this time, Su Fan was like a skinned bloody man, with his muscles and tendons constantly torn off by the cold wind, and blood splattered everywhere, instantly turning into blood mist and being blown away by the wind.

Su Fan's teeth were almost broken by the pain.

This kind of intense pain can no longer be described in words.

Boom! !

The Tao Seed spun faster and faster, and boundless positive pole and earthly evil continued to surge out, protecting Su Fan's internal organs and brain.

Even the thunder and lightning roared out, instantly overflowing from the body to form an electric cocoon, wrapping Su Fan in it and resisting the violent bone-eroding cold wind.

Su Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, and managed to temporarily resist the erosion of the Yin wind.

He glanced at his own injuries, which were simply horrible.

There were only a few pieces of skin on his body, and the muscles in many places were torn off by the Yin wind, revealing large pieces of white bones inside.

If he had not practiced the "Heavenly Demon Holy Body Art" and achieved the Thunder Dao Body and Pure Yang Dharma Body, he would have died countless times.

Even so, Su Fan felt that he had been wandering outside the gates of hell for several rounds.

At this moment, the violent bone-eroding Yin wind was blowing more and more fiercely, and the thunder and lightning cocoon wrapped outside the body was already in danger.

The cold breath slowly penetrated from the electric cocoon, frantically corroding the Yang and Earth Evil in the body, and could invade his internal organs and brain at any time.

There is no time, let's get started.

Su Fan took out a bunch of healing pills from the ring, and poured them into his mouth without caring whether they were useful or not.

He sat cross-legged on the ground and began to practice the third level of the "Heavenly Demon Holy Body Art".

As the technique continued to operate, the Dao Seed slowly began to operate, gradually generating a huge suction force, sucking the cold breath that had penetrated into the body into the Dao Seed.

Su Fan continued to operate the technique, and the thunder and lightning cocoon that enveloped his body was on the verge of collapse.

Countless cold breaths took advantage of the situation and whistled in, but were immediately sucked into the Dao Seed by a huge suction force.

After sucking in countless cold breaths, the Dao Seed finally exuded a trace of light purple breath, which flowed through the meridians in Su Fan's body along with the technique.