Bring some shock to the world of cultivating immortals

Zhou Li's shadow changed slightly.

For example...the reflection of a rat talisman.

When a sand man got behind Zhou Li and he hid his figure and was about to jump up and kill him with a blow, a shadow wrapped around him and with silent strangulation, the sand man was instantly shattered.

Zhou Li himself didn't realize that he used the rat spell, it was like an instinct.

He looked at the three sandmen who were constantly moving and waiting for an opportunity, and the emotion in his eyes became increasingly cold.

Then, his eyes were filled with fire.

The lightning brought by the pig talisman directly tore the sand man's body into pieces.

The giant sandman coming from behind waved his fist and smashed Zhou Li's head with the courage of ten thousand men. Zhou Li just turned around, raised his fist, and casually met it, and then smashed the giant sandman with the huge force of the bull talisman.

The broken sand scratched Zhou Li's cheek, but left no blood.

The undead dog appeared behind him, rubbed Zhou Li's calf gently with its head, and then quickly disappeared.

Two sand men were lurking beside Zhou Li and attacked the moment Zhou Li's vision was blocked by the yellow sand.

Sharp blade!

Tear!

The Tang Clan's two assassination methods instantly appeared on Zhou Li's body, so fast that Zhou Li didn't have any chance to react.

It doesn't hurt.

Zhou Li lowered his head, looked at the healed wound, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

As the dragon flame burned, the bodies of the two sandmen shattered at Zhou Li's feet. He looked at the hesitant sandmen around him, and a look of boredom appeared in his eyes.

It's boring.

The dragon spell was quietly embedded in Zhou Li's chest, and an invisible dragon began to hover beside Zhou Li's body. He stretched out his hand and looked at the red-eyed bull gradually taking shape on his wrist. A hint of doubt appeared in his eyes that were flooded with lightning.

what is this?
The patterns of the twin tigers gradually covered Zhou Li's wrists, and a hint of ferocity and a hint of kindness appeared on his body silently.

As if they had smelled danger, the yellow sand that the Sandman had turned into after his death began to frantically float in the air, constantly reorganizing. Soon, another forty Sandmen appeared beside Zhou Li.

The long sword made of sand and gravel suddenly slashed towards Zhou Li. This was beyond the original setting of Huangfengling and was an action that should not have occurred.

But···
He reached out his hand and calmly grasped the blade.

Zhou Li looked at the angry red-eyed niu on his wrist, and the same scarlet color appeared in his eyes.

Zhou Li casually crushed the long sword that was as hard as cold iron, stretched out his hand, and the shadow of the scorching-eyed dragon swallowed up the fire in the sky, and then spewed out terrifying dragon flames.

The dark gravel was completely crushed and could never be restored.

As if he had thought of something interesting, his cheeks were covered with dragon scales melted with flames. Zhou Li tilted his head slightly, and an interested smile appeared on his face.

Reach out your hand and give it a slight shake.

A dead body that seemed to be burning with endless fire appeared in front of Zhou Li. He stretched out his hand and drew the Heavenly Secret and injected it into the dead body. In an instant, a vibrant "human" appeared in front of Zhou Li.

The Sky-Stealing Rat crawled out from the resurrected human's shoulder and returned to Zhou Li's ankle.

Tang Chongyu, the fourth generation leader of the Tang Clan. He looked at his hands in amazement, not knowing what had happened. At this moment, Zhou Li reached out and gently patted Tang Chongyu on the shoulder.

Then, every nerve in the brain of this Tang Sect leader, who had the strongest character in the history of the Tang Sect, was instantly controlled.

He appeared in front of Zhou Li silently, shook his hands, and used his Qi to disperse the sand people that rushed towards him. In this way, the fourth generation leader of the Tang Sect rushed into the group of sand people and began to frantically kill these sand people who were once friends.

Tang Wan and Jiang Li stared at the shaking yellow sand in a daze, not knowing what was going on for a moment.

In the end what happened?
At the beginning, when Zhou Li entered the Yellow Wind Ridge, the Yellow Wind Ridge closed all the entrances and began to operate normally. But after a while, the Yellow Wind Ridge suddenly shook, and the seventh floor of the ancestral hall also shook, and then it shook wildly.

It was as if there was an earthquake, the entire ancestral hall was shaking continuously, and the Yellow Wind Ridge seemed to be moving like crazy, causing the entire ancestral hall to tremble as a result.

What did Zhou Li do?
The sand man who was eaten by the Cloud-Swallowing Python disappeared completely, and the sand was wiped out without a trace.

Huang Fengling suddenly became even more frightened, and a steady stream of sand people began to gather, as if trying to expel the crazy existence.

The Cloud Swallowing Python and the Burning Eyes Jade Dragon were entangled, and the arms of the Bull kept tearing the land of the Yellow Wind Ridge. The originally young face was now covered with strange snake marks, and Zhou Li's eyes had long been replaced by six-fold pupils.

Immortal.

The dog martyr pattern condensed on his lower abdomen, and Zhou Li let the raging sand fall on his body, but not even a trace was left.

The six pupils overlap and merge, yet repel each other.

Soon, the kind goat appeared in Zhou Li's eyes like a reflection. As if he had sensed something, he stretched out his hand and thrust it hard into the soil of Huangfeng Ridge.

“Aaaaaaaaah!!!!”

At this moment, Huang Fengling seemed to make a human voice, as if his whole body was torn apart, and a ball of light blue soul appeared under the goat's hooves.

Zhou Li looked at the soul in his hand with longing, with only the purest greed in his eyes.

Eat him! Eat him! Eat him! Eat him!
The kind goat eyes kept whispering in Zhou Li's ear, this spiritual weapon containing forty souls of the Tang Sect is your perfect tonic.

Eat it and repair your body.

Zhou Li slowly pulled out the huge soul ball. Looking at the soul in his hand that seemed to be begging, greed in Zhou Li's eyes reached its peak.

"No, what's going on?!"

Tang Wan's head popped out from the side with a ber sound. She looked left and right, then said to Zhou Li who was about to eat the soul with a surprised look:

"Didn't you say you believed in apartheid?"

Zhou Li was stunned.

The moment he heard Tang Wan's voice, Zhou Li's brain, which was originally occupied by countless beast roars, went blank. Like a wild beast, he held the soul in his hand and stood there motionless.

With a whoosh, he jumped out from the gap. Tang Wan clapped his hands and muttered, "Isn't it that only one person can enter Huangfeng Ridge? Is it me who is not a human or is it Zhou Li..."

Looking at Zhou Li, who had ox horns, dragon scales, tiger shoulders, ox arms, dog ankles, python patterns, and goat eyebrows, Tang Wan pondered for a moment and nodded.

"That's great. It's finally not my fault this time."

"Roar!!!!!"

Zhou Li roared and rushed towards Tang Wan. (End of this chapter)