Immortal, I have mediocre qualifications

The sword flies across the sky.

Chen worked hard on his birthday and night, and his magic power became more vigorous and overflowing with self-satisfaction. He entered the eighth level of Qi refining.

Refining elixirs, controlling fire, etc. are all a kind of fine training.

This allowed him to achieve a meticulous control over his magic power, and he could now fly with a sword gracefully.

The speed of traveling like this is much higher than the last time we went out to explore Ninghua Beiyuan. It takes less time to cover a hundred miles.

That's...Yinchuan Lei Family?

High in the sky, Chen Sheng looked down. The mountains, rivers and land were like a sand table, and the figures were even more invisible. He suddenly saw a flash of blood and his heart skipped a beat. When he thought about it again, he realized that it was indeed the location of the Lei family in Yinchuan, and he knew something had happened.

The flying sword dropped and fell to the ground.

Chen Sheng saw the scene in front of him clearly. It was full of blood, and the entire portal exuded the smell of death.

He walked in and saw many corpses lying on the ground. The look of shock on some people's faces had not yet dissipated.

Destroy the whole family.

An unexpected massacre.

Who did it?

The smell of blood was very strong, it must have been not long after the family was exterminated. Chen Sheng walked in this Shura area, looking around, searching for the breath of a living person.

After dozens of corpses, he finally felt a faint glimmer of life.

It was a young man, his face covered with blood, lying on his back on the ground, his chest was smashed, and the blood in his body was almost drained, but he just held on to his resentment and refused to die.

there……

He seemed to know Chen Sheng's purpose. He faced southeast, his eyes were ferocious and resentful, and he spoke out two words with difficulty.

next moment.

His figure was completely stiff, facing the southeast, towering like a vampire, and refusing to rest in peace.

Take a break and close your eyes. I'll be back soon.

Chen Sheng closed the young man's eyes with his hand. There was blood stained on his palm. His expression remained unchanged, and he even held the sword. Immediately, a bloody aura spread wildly.

This matter should be related to the transaction at Yaolu. That big medicine was involved in some secrets, which caused a small cultivating family to be wiped out.

This is not Chen Sheng's fault, nor Yaolu's fault, but the cause lies with Guangxiu Xianzong. Since he has the title of deacon, he cannot sit idly by.

…

southeast.

A figure walked away quickly, and Zhang Yikuan felt that he was in big trouble. He thought it was a simple business of exterminating the family, but he didn't expect that the Lei family would be involved with the Guangxiu Immortal Sect.

The spiritual grass in his arms was like a hot potato, burning his body and mind as if he was falling into hell.

But now, he has no way out and can only go to the dark side.

Murderous!

The breeze picked up, it was icy and cold.

A wry smile appeared on Zhang Yikuan's face. Sure enough, he couldn't be lucky, the people from the Guangxiu Immortal Sect came anyway.

He stood still on the ground and looked around, searching for the source of the murderous aura, but he couldn't find it.

Then……

He looked up and saw a black spot in the distant sky, which was rapidly enlarging.

The one who came with the sword was a young man, wearing the costume of the Guangxiu Immortal Sect. His white clothes were as white as snow. His eyes were calm and a little cold, and he seemed to be able to sink all the resentment in the world.

It was you who destroyed the entire Lei family.

Chen Sheng could see that Zhang Yikuan had the aura of a desperado. Such a person was so unscrupulous that he could kill an entire family.

Eighth level of Qi refining! You are worthy of being a deacon of the Immortal Sect.

Zhang Yikuan didn't answer, his eyes were anxious and vague, and he glanced in all directions, looking for an opportunity to escape.

This is the foundation of the Immortal Sect. Any deacon has the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi refining.

He is about the same age as Chen Sheng, but after years of plundering and bloodshed, he can only reach the sixth level of Qi refining.

God, how unfair.

That's right, you did it.

Chen Sheng was sure that the person in front of him was the murderer. He said coldly: Tell me everything you know.

There are no such coincidences in the world.

That big medicine involved a lot, and just a little turmoil was enough to beat the Lei family, a small cultivator family, to pieces.

There must be some secret hidden in it.

I don't know anything, I just accepted a commission.

Zhang Yikuan shook his head. After entering the game, he found that he couldn't get out, so he walked all the way to the dark side.

If he had known earlier that Guangxiu Immortal Sect was involved in this commission and was competing with other forces, he would never have gotten involved.

Whose commission?

Chen Sheng asked.

The client is the key.

I told you, let me go.

Zhang Yikuan desperately wanted to get away and leave this whirlpool. As long as Chen Sheng let go, he would not have the slightest burden on betraying his client.

Jianghu morality and justice, this kind of thing was fed to the dog as early as when he embarked on the road of cultivating immortality.

I promise to let you go peacefully.

Chen Sheng said calmly.

Then what's there to talk about?

Zhang Yikuan became angry and felt that Chen Sheng was playing tricks on him. Since he was not sincere, he should stop talking nonsense.

A dignified death, that's what he, a man with his head in his waistband, would care about.

This is not negotiable.

Chen Sheng stood there, his face as cold as iron, his voice slightly high-pitched, containing irreplaceable determination.

He wiped out a whole family because of Yaolu. No matter what, he couldn't let such a villain go.

He pressed it down with one hand and walked in a majestic way. His magic power was as powerful as the roaring river water. It washed down from the sky and hit the earth. Even if it was separated by one layer, it would cause the underworld to open the door.

You forced me.

Extreme oppression.

Knowing the danger, Zhang Yikuan let out a long roar, which shocked his sluggish energy, and the aura all over his body suddenly rose to the extreme.

The mana from the sixth level of Qi Refining rolled out, splitting his veins and causing the offensive to explode.

This is not enough.

Burning blood!

On this basis, Zhang Yikuan used a secret technique that instantly evaporated one-third of the blood in his body, making him look like a mummy exposed to the sun.

However, such a price was paid in exchange for another leap forward in combat power.

He repeatedly broke through the limits and reached the pinnacle of his life. He finally had the confidence to fight for his life.

Break the cauldron and sink the boat, fight against the odds.

This was his only chance of survival. He took it directly before the Immortal Sect Deacon could react.

kill!

Zhang Yikuan roared, and with his skinny body, he rushed out like lightning, carrying a bloody aura.

His face was ferocious, and his attack was ferocious, like a roc leaning down to hunt a dragon or a snake. He was extremely fierce and attacked Chen Sheng.

puff……

Pressing down with his big hand, Zhang Yikuan felt as if he had been struck by lightning. All his viciousness was shattered into pieces, and his body was smashed to the ground like a tattered bag, twitching violently.

Although I rarely kill, I have experienced many battles over the past thirty years.

Chen Sheng's expression was as calm as ever.

He is not a naturally gifted person, but fortunately he is diligent and has finally gained something after many years.

During the trip to the State of Chen, there was a great competition among the inner sects.

These two experiences have honed his fighting skills. Although he is not as ferocious as fighting over a higher level, he is by no means weak.

In the details, he practiced sword and alchemy day and night, and he had long been able to do whatever he wanted.

Therefore, this palm may seem ordinary, but in fact it is the result of countless efforts. It is like a flood that has been gathering momentum to break through the floodgates, unleashing all the power of the eighth level of Qi refining.

A monk at the sixth level of the Qi Refining Realm, even if he squeezes out his bone marrow and burns his blood, he can't even think about changing the world.