From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

The Immortal Thief of Liuku, also known as the Saint Thief.

The ultimate in physical training, the “Six Storehouses” refer to the six organs in the human body that absorb energy. Based on this, a perfect digestive system is created that can instantly decompose the ingested substances and convert the absorbed nutrients into Qi through circulation, stealing the vitality of heaven and earth.

Since this ability allows a person to take in nutrients perfectly, the user will hardly age, will become more energetic, will make the user's scent disappear, and can also assist teammates, allowing the target's physical strength to be effectively restored.

The battle in the woods broke out instantly.

The bald man in the lead threw a small golden flag into the air. This masterpiece of Ma Xianhong's painstaking efforts took him five years and countless natural treasures to create. It could significantly reduce the speed of prey within a range and its quality reached that of a top-notch magic weapon.

Without speed, the martial artist with extraordinary skills wouldn't be so invincible.

Taking advantage of the gap in using the magic weapon, Ruan Feng slapped the bald man, instantly turning the green protective magic weapon into powder.

The bald man leaned forward to dodge, then launched a fierce attack, leaving red spots on the enemy's arm, and then quickly retreated.

"Ruyi Jin? No, that wolf cub from the Lu family would never let the secret teachings be leaked."

"It's the Tongbi Vajra. I captured you just now and planned to destroy your internal organs from the inside, although it seems useless." The bald man was secretly shocked. He was a martial artist at the peak of the fourth realm. Looking at the entire alien world, there were no more than five people who dared to withstand this move of the Tongbi Vajra. This was the most direct physical collision.

"Ha." Ruan Feng was a little interested. "I have seen several Tongbi masters in that era. You are better than them."

"Without qualitative change, we dare not fiddle with it in front of you."

After the brief conversation, the guests formed their formations and Ruan Feng adapted to the speed under the golden flag.

A black shadow rose into the sky and then fell. The open space in the forest collapsed in an instant, and the ground rose and fell layer by layer, like waves under a raging sea.

"Some people say that you were the least aggressive of the thirty-six thieves back then."

"Old friend? I'm really curious."

In a flash, the bald man was at the front, and just being grazed by the huge fist made him clearly hear the wailing of his bones.

The companion used the second magic weapon. The dragon whisker given to the Zhishou Sect by Chilong had been refined through countless times and had become a dragon-trapping lock of magical quality. After it was stretched out, it quickly wrapped around the target's arm.

The bald man took advantage of this to dodge the fatal punch, and then retaliated by hitting the opponent in the forehead.

Ruan Feng tried his best but failed to break the chain on his arm. He could only pull the guy who threw the magic weapon over with force.

But at the farthest point, a young monk sitting cross-legged had finally prepared his killer move. Thousands of chains formed by words bound the target's entire body.

Ruan Feng immediately became dazed, with continuous Buddhist chanting in his ears, the same as what his fourth brother Wu Gensheng had chanted in the past.

“Master, although you are physically strong, we are definitely not your opponents. But unfortunately, your spirit is a pitiful one. The fundamental inheritance of Tantric Buddhism - the Mahadeva Mantra, can seduce the inner demons. What you have been avoiding for the past hundred years will eventually catch up with you.” The bald man said with emotion.

The situation has been determined, and the group is ready to close the net. After all, the noise is quite loud and may easily cause unnecessary trouble.

But suddenly, a graceful figure swung up something like a sledgehammer and smashed the young monk's head with one blow.

This generation of Tantric Buddhists was still confused before their death. As he had innate awakening of telepathy, if nothing unexpected happened, he would surely become the leader of Tantric Buddhism.

The curse of Mahadeva dissipated, but Ruan Feng was still frightened.

Several wisps of sword energy crossed the woods, and then the same number of headless corpses appeared.

A young man in a feather robe appeared, with beautiful golden silk threads embroidered on the collar and edges of the sleeves. He took the magic flag and the dragon-trapping lock in the air. He acted so quickly, as if he had done it thousands of times before.

The bald man turned around and ran wildly. After a few steps, his body broke into hundreds of pieces and fell to the ground, losing his breath in an instant.

"There are so many monsters this year." Ruan Feng narrowed his eyes. In the vitality of the world that was plundered by the saints, the Qi over there had been dyed into a creepy blood red.

"Saint Thief." Jiang Yuan said calmly. "If you like it, give it to me. Otherwise, I won't bother with you even if you are the king of heaven." Ruan Feng laughed. "What else can a guy like you do with the Saint Thief? Do whatever you want?"

"You consider yourself a good person."

On the other side, Xia Mi used a snake fang as a hammer, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his palm and then bent his four fingers.

Ruan Feng suppressed his smile. His condition was still intact and he was not afraid of fighting again.

He pushed off the ground, and the already cracked ground became even more shattered. The rolling wind was knocked away by the little giant, and countless broken wooden stakes were blew away. A huge fist like a bronze drum smashed down in his face, and thunder exploded. The celestial warrior's all-out punch stirred up a turbulent flow of true Qi like a knife cutting.

Jiang Yuan stretched out his fingers again and swung his palm down from the front. The dark yellow sword energy released by the six pseudo-golden pills was as heavy as a mountain. The whole forest seemed to dim, with only the sword light shining brightly.

The little giant broke into two halves and smashed into the ground. The saint stole the vitality of the area within a radius of several miles, and the grass and trees withered. This surging vitality connected the broken body like a silk thread. Just as Ruan Feng was about to get up, there was a loud sound like an explosion, and the Xuanhuang sword energy overflowed from his flesh that was like a piece of porcelain, wiping out his seven souls.

There is no need to draw the sword. When fighting against people of the same level, one palm is enough.

Jiang Yuan instantly came to the prey and used both his blue hands to extract the Saint Thief's memories.

After the end, the three souls were scattered and Ruan Feng died completely.

A new Saint Stealing Movement devoured the vitality of the person that had been accumulated for a hundred years. Jiang Yuan used this to weave the seventh pseudo-golden elixir, this time adding the corpse of Di Ting as the main material. He had used his double-handed red hands to transform the mixed-blood into a pure-blood.

The natal flying sword: Grass Snake Gray.

As long as it causes injuries or draws blood, it can explore the roots, origins and positions. It is a functional flying sword that specifically targets "mountain masters" who like to hide behind the scenes and control the world.

Ruan Feng, who lost his true qi, became a puppet of a celestial warrior, but he has good talent, otherwise he would not have been able to realize the power of the sage thief. In the future, he can invest a large amount of "immortal money" to improve his level like the White-robed Vajra.

"I can't let you take it with you. It's too conspicuous."

Noticing the eager gaze of the Xielong King, Jiang Yuan answered helplessly that there were things like aura and destiny in the snow cave, and after the unity of heaven and man, it was like a light bulb in the dark night.

"Okay, you have the final say." Xia Mi felt that her husband's career should be the priority.

Jiang Yuan pondered for a moment and took out some materials he had accumulated from previous hunting from his small world.

The two parts of the military leader's body can be used to make puppets, but the height is definitely not as high as that of the complete period. In addition, Ma Xianhong's Ruhua puppet is not difficult for him to make.

"Aren't you planning to take anything with you?" Xia Mi asked curiously. When she saw that the other party had made the storage sac into a ring, she immediately smiled.

"Except for the Saint Thief, the others will hinder the pure path of a warrior. External objects cannot be retained by those with a declining fate. Instead of letting me be a treasure-delivering boy, I might as well just kill him with a sword." Jiang Yuan said.

In less than ten minutes, two protective puppets equivalent to the Vajra Realm appeared there, in addition to a hundred faceless puppets comparable to elite soldiers.

But Xia Mi was more interested in the ring.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Jiang Yuan waved his hand and said, "One month of Qilin's luck is enough for you to get the status of a noble lady with endless blessings and no worries, and live in a high-class mansion. Don't talk about reason. Just do it if you don't want to. Even if you take a step back, you actually have the sword energy of the end, so nothing will go wrong."

"Really?"

"Please show proper respect to the true God."

(End of this chapter)