I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world

Chapter 82 "There once was an evil cultivator named Wan Yaozi!"

And the talismans he gave to the scholar were not used. None of the disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect escaped from the Poison Mist Swamp, and they all died in the swamp.

At this time——

The vengeful spirit of the barefoot immortal with white-eyed pupils, carrying a skeletal corpse of an old man, strode out of the poisonous swamp and threw the corpse in front of Chen Yang.

"The process of collecting corpses is the happiest thing."

With a smile on his face, Chen Yuan wrapped his arms with spiritual energy, and carefully took off all the storage rings and other items on the old man's corpse, even the tops of his shoes and trousers. They might be some good spiritual treasures.

Immediately afterwards.

Thousands of demon monks also walked out carrying hundreds of corpses of disciples of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect, and threw them on the open ground.

Feilong and the others quickly walked forward and took off all the storage bags and storage rings from his waist.

“I really can’t pretend anymore.”

Feilong opened his robe, revealing dozens of storage bags tied with ropes from his chest to his thighs, as well as the lined pockets containing dozens of storage rings. He could hear a lot if he shook it lightly. There was a clanging sound of metal colliding.

An extremely happy smile couldn't help appearing on his face, and the corners of his mouth almost reached to his ears.

"Brother Xuan, I'm really full this time. I can't be fuller."

“It’s almost too big to fit in.”

The storage bag and the storage ring both have separate small spaces and cannot be nested inside each other.

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Chen Yuan rolled his eyes and Fei Long didn't say anything. He was the one who owned the small world "Mocking Sky Sect". He could fit another hundred thousand storage rings in that space, but Fei Long insisted on giving it to him. Put some on yourself, saying that this way you will feel happy.

He didn't stop either.

Anyway, there won't be any fierce battle next, so let Fei Long go if you like.

Feilong only has a small part of his body, most of it is in his small world of "Mocking Sky Sect".

He lowered his head and glanced at the black golden elixir that was constantly struggling on the tip of the sword. He did not take it immediately. The vengeful spirit of the fourth level of the golden elixir was still nearby. If he took this golden elixir now, two golden elixirs would be taken. The resentment brought by the Dan Wraith Spirit can crush him instantly!

He planned to leave the already seriously injured fourth-level golden elixir vengeful spirit and the remaining demon cultivator vengeful spirits here, and when the time was up, they would automatically disappear between heaven and earth.

He currently only has more than three hundred resentful spirits from the Ten Thousand Poison Sect disciples, all of whom are in the foundation building and Qi refining stages. If he swallows this golden elixir later, he will have one more resentful spirit with one level of golden elixir.

It will still be painful though.

But at least there is no risk of resentment entering the body like before.

Compared with carrying around a trump card with a golden elixir and a layer of resentful spirit, just feel more uncomfortable if you feel uncomfortable at ordinary times. After all, it is better to feel uncomfortable at ordinary times than to be helpless when encountering danger.

Just when they were taking off all the storage rings, storage bags, spiritual treasures, etc. from these corpses and preparing to leave.

Chen Yuan suddenly looked at the pile of corpses thoughtfully: "Do you think we should leave a name? Let's just say he was killed by Daxia Zongzong?"

From the reaction of the Barefoot Immortal in Wentianfang City, he roughly figured out something. It should be that the capital city had already learned about the demon invasion and sent a Daxia priest to suppress the disaster.

And this Daxia worshiper did not wrong himself. After suppressing the disaster, he was looted by Wentianfang City.

He happened to be scapegoated again. Although he did have this idea, he hadn't taken any action yet!

That's the boss of Wentianfang City!

He probably had a lot of good spiritual treasures, talismans and other means on his body. If they hadn't been destined to die, how could they be standing here at this moment? What he hated most in his life was being held in a shit basin.

Now

Can you go back for a small revenge?

"no."

Fei Long shook his head helplessly: "Brother Yang, your frame-up is too obvious. What's more, you don't even know which Daxia worshiper you are. You must at least leave a name, right?"

"that."

At this moment, the scholar on the side cautiously hesitated and said: "How about we say that he is the number one swordsman in Baiyi in Daxia, killing thieves on behalf of Tian Xingdao?"

Then, before Chen Yuan and the others could speak, they hurriedly shook their heads and said.

"Well, pretend I didn't say anything."

"I'm just saying casually, this is really inappropriate. I don't have any big ideas about becoming famous. After all, I am now ranked 986th in the "Famous Ranking" and I am very satisfied. It's just that Wan Yaozi is ranked 712th. It feels a little inappropriate. "

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Feilong looked at the scholar expressionlessly, and after a moment he said word by word: "You don't sound like someone who has no idea about fame."

"Since the emergence of "Famous Ranking", I remember that we have been very busy since then, right? Where do you find the time to look at the fame rankings? "

"You also immediately found out the rankings of yourself and Wan Yaozi. As soon as the list came out, you couldn't wait to see if your name was on the list, right?"

Just when Chen Yuan shook his head and was about to end this topic and end his affairs here, he headed to a nearby big city.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

A voice with cruel and violent laughter appeared in the ears of several people, and a red light shot from the sky, falling in front of them in the blink of an eye.

This red light was composed of blood mist all over the sky.

After the blood mist dissipated.

A ragged man with wounds all over his body, with a line of dried blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, looked at the hundreds of poison cultivator corpses on the open ground in front of him with a ferocious and greedy expression and said excitedly.

"God will not kill me, Wan Yaozi!"

"God will not kill me, Wan Yaozi!!!"

"These poison cultivator corpses will be the best blood food, which can greatly restore my injuries. I smell it, I smell the smell of fresh blood food."

The voice fell.

Wan Yaozi suddenly reacted to something, and looked at the skinny old man's corpse in the pile of corpses with a strong smell of blood in his expression. There was a corpse of a Jindan poison cultivator here.

And it looked like he had just died.

Could it be that there was a Jindan master here?

He quickly glanced around, and saw only a few men standing nearby, and the empty index fingers on the corpses. He immediately realized that not long ago, there should have been an extremely powerful Jindan cultivator who slaughtered these poison cultivators and took away all the storage rings.

And these men should have passed by and felt the fluctuations of the battle, and were ready to come to pick up the corpses.

After thinking it through, Wan Yaozi looked at Chen Yu and his party with a grim smile, and the blood mist in his hand surged out again and turned into a sledgehammer, pressing towards Chen Yu and his party step by step: "Since you are here, don't leave, all turn into my blood food."

"It can be regarded as a small contribution to my revenge plan."

"Let everyone in the world know that there was once an evil cultivator called"

"Wan Yaozi!"