Against the Heavens Evil Cultivator

Chapter 43 Kill or be killed

The power of the magic weapon is really extraordinary. Although this small shield magic weapon is only a low-level magic weapon, it firmly resisted Lin Fan's attack.

When the magic weapon of the small shield wiped out all Lin Fan's attacks, Lin Fan had already started to create a new spell, and judging by the plausible words in his mouth, the power of this spell must not be underestimated.

The fat monk didn't have time to think about it, he waved his hands, one small shield remained in front of him, and the other spun and quickly hit Lin Fan.

The corner of Lin Fan's mouth raised, and the dharma in his hand didn't stop. With a flick of his two big feet, two streaks of blood-colored spiritual energy struck Xiaodun like knives.

"Boom! Boom!" Two streams of blood spirit power hit the small shield one after another, the small shield paused twice, and then wobbled and fell down.

The fat monk was taken aback, shouted hastily, grasped the magic spell with both hands, and was about to control the small shield to strike at Lin Fan again, but suddenly felt a powerful spiritual force, and looked at Lin Fan in panic.

"Hehe..." Lin Fan grinned at the fat monk when he saw the fat monk's eyes. It came out, spun in a cone shape and hit the fat monk.

The fat monk's expression changed, and he hurriedly spit out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the magic weapon of the small shield. The two small shields overlapped and became several times larger, blocking in front of the fat monk.

The corner of Lin Fan's mouth raised, and a sneer flashed across him. He didn't see any movement from him, and quickly flew to the side of the fat monk. All of the blades hit the fat monk at once.

The fat monk was startled, and hastily withdrew a small shield to block the cross blood blade.

Seeing this, Lin Fan's complexion sank, he pointed to the tip wheel with his big hand, and let out a low shout, a wave of blood spirit power hit the tip wheel.

"Buzz!" The pointed wheel made a violent roar, and the speed of rotation accelerated a bit, and it hit the small shield instantly with streaks of bloody light.

"Boom!" Although the small shield could resist the cross blood blade, it couldn't resist the sharp wheel. The sharp wheel hit the small shield, and the small shield was split open with just a slight pause, and it was inserted into the fat monk. chest.

The fat monk froze for a moment, turned to look at Lin Fan, and was about to say something, but his body fell to the ground feebly, lifeless.

A foundation-building monk died just like that. Lin Fan fell beside the fat monk, feeling a little touched in his heart, and couldn't help sighing.In the world of cultivating immortals, the weak are preyed upon by the strong. If you are not careful, you may fall into a place of eternal doom.No one can say whether he will disappear one day like the fat monk.

I must not die, there is still a woman waiting for me to save.Lin Fan said to himself.

After speaking, Lin Fan picked up the fat monk's small shield and storage bag.

There are two small shields, both of the same size, can be separated or combined, and can be used for offense and defense.One of the small shields was damaged by Lin Fan. The damage is not serious. If you have time, you can refine it carefully.

The contents of the fat monk's storage bag are quite rich. Not counting the hundreds of intermediate spirit stones and some treasures, there are only three elixir plants that are more than 700 years old, and one of them has a thousand-year medicinal effect.

Good magic weapons in the world of cultivating immortals can be bought as long as there are spirit stones, but aged medicines are priceless, and occasionally a plant will be bought immediately if it appears.

Naturally, Lin Fan kept the elixir for his own use, and Lin Fan planned to find opportunities to sell those treasures and small shield magic weapons to exchange for some spirit stones.

Cultivating the Blood Demon Sutra relies on powerful formulas. Too much reliance on magic weapons will be detrimental to the cultivation of the Blood Demon Sutra. Besides, Lin Fan thinks that he looks handsome now, and using magic weapons will damage his image.

Blood can bleed, head can be broken, hairstyle can't be messed up, no one can destroy brother's handsome image!

Looking at the fat monk's body again, Lin Fan casually set fire to the fat monk, then went to the side and picked up the stalk, threw the little flying tiger on his shoulder and flew forward.

Although there is no exact time, Lin Fan estimated that almost a day should have passed.According to the secret book, the time for the methane in the valley to fade is three days, and after three days, the methane will become rich again.Of course, the time of three days is not so accurate. In the past, some people with advanced cultivation stayed for more than three days, and even left the valley for four days.

Looking at the corpses in front of him, Lin Fan made the calculations. Since he killed the fat monk, he has seen more than a dozen corpses, among which five were killed by him, and the other dozen were killed by others.

This is heaven and hell. Once you enter, you must be mentally prepared to kill or be killed by others.

Lin Fan didn't want to die, let alone be killed by others, so he could only choose to kill others.

"Help!..." At this moment, Lin Fan heard a voice calling for help. The voice was female and somewhat familiar.

"It's her?" Lin Fan frowned, and flew forward quickly.

The Qiankun Sect is a small sect in the Yuanzhou Continent, not even a third-rate sect. There are only dozens of disciples in the sect, and the head of the sect only has a mid-foundation cultivation base.

Xu Ling is a small cultivator of Qiankun Sect, whose cultivation base is only innate late stage.Xu Ling's aptitude is mediocre, and she has dual spiritual roots of water and wood. If such a spiritual root is placed in a big sect, it can naturally succeed in establishing a foundation, but in a small sect such as Qiankun Sect, there is no hope of establishing a foundation.

When Xu Ling learned about Yaowanggu, she sneaked into the valley behind the master's back.The cultivators who entered the valley were all higher than her. She was careful, lest she would be killed by a cultivator with ulterior motives.