poison the world

The huge cracks were filled with gravel, and the entire mountain began to collapse downwards, as if a piece had suddenly become empty in the middle.

Yeling's figure moved and stood in the air, with a pair of peach blossom eyes without any emotion, looking at the unknown mountain under his feet that was collapsing.

Once the cultivation level has reached the third rank in the heaven realm, one can roam the sky with one's own strength.

After a while, he withdrew his gaze and flew deeper into the Spirit Beast Mountain Range without looking back.

After passing the collapsed mountain, it landed on the ground again. The sky of the Spirit Beast Mountain Range is even more dangerous. Not only are there some flying spirit beasts, but also many spirit beasts on the ground can also attack the sky above. , the people in the sky are likely to be shot down and killed without checking.

Killing all the way, no matter what grade of spirit beasts they encountered, they all died under the sword.

It wasn't until sunset that he put away the blood-soaked Soul Cold Sword and found a more secluded place.

After setting up a few formations, he leaned against the big tree and slept half-ly on the ground all night without even changing his dirty clothes.

As soon as the next day was dawn, he opened his eyes on time.

The aura is the strongest in the morning, especially in the depths of the Spirit Beast Mountains where few people have set foot.

Sitting cross-legged on the spot, quietly absorbing the aura in the air.

After early morning, he withdrew from the state of cultivation, stood up, looked at his messy white clothes, and pursed the corners of his mouth.

As soon as he circulated his spiritual power, he shattered the invisible white clothes, his mind sank into the ring, and he wanted to take out another one.

The hand that was about to touch the white robe paused, and glanced at the black robe that was put aside.

Yeling just stood there in a daze, and after a while, the last thing he took out was the black robe.

Putting on a black suit, he didn't show any emotion, as if he just suddenly wanted to change into a different color of clothes today.

Holding the soul cold sword, Yeling continued to go deeper without hesitation.

Suddenly, there was a violent spiritual energy fluctuation ahead, brutally destroying the surrounding vegetation.

The figure stood there without moving, but a thin layer of ice formed around his body, blocking the tyrannical aura outside.

"Who is massacring in my spirit beast mountain range, don't you want to live?"

"Pretend to be a ghost."

He spit out four words, swung the long sword in his hand, and shot out several icicles, which dispersed the brutal aura.

"Hahaha, you have some skills, a human cultivator, you shouldn't be here."

In the distant sky, a ray of purple light flashed across and smashed hard to the ground in front of Yeling. After the dust cleared, a figure appeared.

A head of purple hair was casually scattered behind his head, his handsome facial features on his wheat-colored skin were showing a half-smile expression, and his purple clothes were spotless.

"Your Excellency, although my Spirit Beast Mountain Range is big, it is not a good place to go. I advise you to go back."

"Since we're here, it's a pity not to walk around."

With a swing of the long sword, the thin ice around him was removed.

"I didn't want to deal with you human cultivators, but I refused to persuade you with good words. Since I like my spirit beast mountain range so much, stay here. Sigh!"

As he said that, the purple-robed man looked Ye Ling up and down, and he seemed to feel regretful. He sighed, but the spiritual energy in his body violently erupted.