Immortality begins by crossing the storage bag

Chapter 33 Duan Fei seeks revenge
The second level of space turbulence, six space turbulence, requires more infuriating energy consumption, and the chance of inducing space is doubled.

The third level of Wu Kong Gong, space cutting, assassination and long-range attack methods, sudden and sudden, with the thread of law as the foundation, spiritual consciousness as the guidance, and the power of space to execute.

The second level of the Sky Stealing Hand, Void, creates a void of one's own. The scope is based on divine consciousness. No creature that has not mastered the laws of space can survive in the void.

Chen Ming thought of Duan Fei's evaluation of himself, Bag of Uselessness. Could it be that he and the other party practiced the same technique?Bring your own storage bag?
Chen Ming tore a hole in the space and got in. The void was dark. There were no galaxies or anything like that, but he could detect the edges.

It is indeed based on spiritual consciousness.

Unlike the void space of the universe, one can feel the tyranny of a few space fragments, and there is a small amount of spiritual energy for people to practice.

Not complete nothingness.

He threw the body in. It was unlucky to put this thing in a separate space.

He looked at the notices on the mission boards all over the city where he was wanted and the official announcement of the teleportation talisman, Da Kong Temple?He didn't mess with the Dakong Temple. What kind of dog is trying to catch a mouse?

Chen Ming found his next fun, because the other party called him a rat.

In Dayuan City, Duan Fei watched as the missions for wanting him were flying all over the city, although there was no specific appearance.

Another point is that he saw the senior brother who he thought was dead. He was extremely talented, but because he failed to pass the last test of xinxing, he was not taught the core part of the "Pingren Sutra" by his master.

As well as the last six levels without Kong Kung Fu and Stealing Kongshou.

"Of course the remnants of this sect want him to clean up the family on Master's behalf, so that they can be worthy of Master's kindness in preaching." Duan Fei's face was filled with frost.

"I'll go out for a while, and you guys will hide in there on weekdays."

Duan Fei disappeared on the spot.

The child Liu Erlei fought against space debris at the exit of the void space to understand the laws of space. Bamboo decoction ointment was used to wipe Liu Erlei's wounds every day to ensure that his body could continue to practice.

There is no other way to understand the laws of space but to practice the "Pingren Sutra" and endure its damage.

Three days later, Duan Fei appeared in Dakong City where the power of the Dakong Temple was located.

He fought all the way through, leaving no intact corpses of the dead, and they died in patches, instantly taking a toll on the Great Sky Temple.

From building the foundation pill to the peak of Yuanying, no one is Duan Feiyihe's enemy, not even Yuanying can escape and rebuild.

Finally, Duan Fei stopped next to a young man with a gloomy face.

"Yes, the wild disciple left behind by Master still has some strength. Are you here to die?" Leng Bian said with a cheerful smile.

"You're still practicing the "Pingren Sutra" and it comes out in a moment of excitement?" he then mocked.

"Actually, I was already 570 three years old, and I was about to reach the end of my life span when I met Master." Duan Fei suddenly said something irrelevant.

"So?" Leng Bian was amused. He was over 300 years old, so what could he explain?

Very old?Then delete the word genius.

"Master is right, this kind of power is not suitable for development into a sect, it is too terrifying."

After Duan Fei finished speaking, Leng Bian felt that his physical body and spirit were about to be torn apart by space. He quickly used the laws of space to fight, teleported his position, and then looked at his junior brother in shock.

A bright and shocking bell rang, and the laws of space were shattered. Duan Fei spat out a mouthful of blood, and the condensed Yuan Domain was shattered. He stared coldly at the three mid-stage god-transformation monks.

"The soul-shaking bell that killed the master." A trace of anger flashed in Duan Fei's eyes.

"Are you stronger than your master back then?" one of the god-transformation monks asked, his eyes filled with contempt.

"I came today just for it!"

Duan Fei circulated the "Pingren Sutra" and the energy of heaven and earth emerged crazily and turned into a spiritual dragon to repair his injuries. His hands were like claws and he was cutting open rags.

"Go!"

After three stages of transformation, the sword energy skills were all blocked by the aura dragon and the reinforced space, making it difficult to break through the defense for a while.

With a muffled sound, the talismans on the Soul-Shocking Bell seemed to have been erased, leaving a few obvious claw marks. It lost its brilliance and fell to the ground.

A big crater was made in the ground, and the sound of falling was so loud that it hurt people's ears.

Duan Fei's white hair was flying and he was bleeding from all his orifices, as if he was about to reach the end of his life in an instant, but he kept laughing wildly and heartily!
"Dakong Temple, you are in vain for the name of the temple. Today I will destroy your artifact, and my disciple will definitely remove you in the future!"

A more powerful aura appeared, and with a sigh, a destructive pressure and magical power flew towards Duan Fei.

"Uncle Mo De." Duan Fei showed a desperate posture, and then disappeared directly, without any reason and unable to trace his breath.

A corpse with only the physical strength of the Qi refining stage appeared on the ground. No one paid attention to the storage bag around the corpse's waist.

"The Puppet Sect? No, the Puppet Sect does not have the strength to fight against the Holy Temple, and it will never do so."

"Someone wants to put the blame on someone?" Uncle Mo De frowned. Today's incident made him feel a little bit of a crisis.

The storage bag disappeared and Chen Ming abandoned the body.

Duan Fei was lying in the void space. He supported himself to stand up and felt a surge of hope in his heart.

Are there any other sect members still alive?

Chen Ming extinguished hope and revealed that he was an ancient artifact spirit that had existed for 8000 years.

"Thank you, senior, for your help. Junior is leaving."

Duan Fei calmly accepted the fact that his fellow sect had perished long ago.

"How long can you live?" Chen Ming asked, feeling that Duan Fei's life was about to end in an instant.

"Senior, don't worry." Duan Fei insisted on leaving.

Chen Ming asked.

It can extend its lifespan by up to 170 years and allow it to be absorbed by the laws of space.

Chen Ming gathered the Law Silk, which he had in abundance, in exchange for the lives of similar people.

He has always been good at the generosity of others, such as life and cutting people's money.

In addition, he picked it up after Duan Fei killed people. Not to mention the property of the people in the temple, if the number goes up, it is definitely higher than the density of spirit stones in Tianling City.

Great for storage bag mining.

"senior……"

"Senior's great kindness will be unforgettable to Duan Fei!"

Duan Fei saw his senior grab another handful and finally stopped hesitating.

After absorbing the law silk, his condition improved a lot. At least he could go to the end of his life with Zhuzi, and he could accompany his apprentice for a while, which was enough for him to smile.

Chen Ming asked Duan Fei, and then asked about Duan Kongmen, his eyes widened when he saw Wukong Gong and Duankongshou.

[If you travel to another world and don’t practice the skills of the other world, are you practicing the skills of the earth?]

Reasonable, well-founded and convincing.

Chen Ming was not an unreasonable person, but he just couldn't get rid of his slight feeling of resentment towards women.

Chu Chu was wronged, but Chu Chu didn’t say anything.

The next day, Chen Ming came to a secret underground residence in the city, where dozens of low-level monks were imprisoned, including men, women, old and young.

Some were forced to kill their companions to cultivate with evil blood, while others would rather die than become evil blood.

"Kill her or be killed by her. One of you will die. Choose quickly!" the monk who had already practiced with the evil blood forced him.

A man and a woman were trembling all over. They were closely guarding each other, but they couldn't make a move at all.

Suddenly two daggers were thrust into each other, and their faces changed instantly, their eyes full of admiration for each other's wit.

Chen Ming yawned anthropomorphically, and killed the boy demon cultivator who persecuted his beloved, as well as the golden core demon cultivator who was cultivating inside.

"What the hell, the demon cultivator doesn't even have a Nascent Soul, so he's still practicing. My assessment is that he is really not as good as the Puppet Sect."

Chen Ming chose a monk in his 30s who had the best performance and the best expression control, and then he smelled a smell of urine.

Co-author Ding Ding was so frightened that he was stunned.

Just be stupid, stupid people are blessed, and their choices will become a kind of good talk in the future, and can be spread among fools.

(End of this chapter)