The Ninth Rebirth Demon King

Qian Daohui originally thought that even if Feng Ting didn't die he would still be crippled, he never thought that he could still attack.

His heart was already heavy, and even at the risk of being hit by the fist array, he still used all his strength to attack Feng Ting.

"Bam."

At the same time that Feng Ting was sent flying, five fists hit Qian Daohui's back and chest.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

If it was only an ordinary Origin Opening Primary Grade attack, Qian Daohui could have completely ignored it, but this was five fists that were a part of the fist array, as they bore the brunt of the fist array's might.

After being struck by the power of the five fists that was not weaker than middle level of Kaiyuan, and with the pig under his feet firmly holding him back, Qian Daohui was unable to resist at all, and could only take the five punches head on.

His meridians shook and his internal organs trembled.

Although he took five punches, he felt that it was worth it, because after Feng Ting was sent flying a second time, he was dead for sure.

He could now wholeheartedly focus on dealing with this fist array and this damn pig at his feet.

Twelve Spirit Cultivators saw that Junior Brother was lying motionlessly in the distance and they attacked crazily.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

The power of the fist array was not only in offense, but also in defense. Attack and defend at the same time, defend at the same time, also can counterattack at any time.

Even so, even in the face of the overly powerful Qian Daohui, he was still unable to do anything to him.

If it wasn't for that pig holding Qian Daohui back and not allowing him to display his superiority in speed, Qian Daohui would have gone back and forth without a hitch. He could have even killed the twelve of them.

Revenge … Avenge the Junior Brother!

This was the decisiveness hidden deep within the Twelve Spirit Cultivators's heart. They attacked like madmen.

Even though he was injured and vomiting blood, he was still fighting to the death.

No matter how many people died that night, they still wanted Qian Dao to return to accompany them in death.

Suddenly, a ray of blood light shot out from between Twelve Spirit Cultivators's fists. It was so fast that no one could have expected it would happen.

They all knew that it was the bloodthirsty knife, so of course it was Feng Ting who used the blade!

But didn't Junior Brother already die! Why would he appear again?

And this speed seemed to be even faster!

It was too fast!

Qian Daohui had long treated Feng Ting as his own death, so he had never thought about it, nor had he had the time to resist it.

"Whoosh."

The blood colored blade stabbed into Qian Dao's lower abdomen and a tyrannical flow of spirit energy entered his dantian, causing the Spiritual Strength in his body to congeal instantly.

"Bang, bang, bang …"

Nine of the twelve fists hit Qian Daohui's body.

Without any resistance, the Qian Dao had many fractures and many damaged meridians.

"Whoosh."

Feng Ting who was using a blade was even faster, the second blade also pierced Qian Daohui's heart, the tyrannical Spirit Qi gushed in and shook Qian Daohui's heart.

"AHH!"

Qian Daohui screamed in pain, his face was as white as paper, he used his last bit of power and activated his most powerful Psionic Skills — — Viper Sky.

The Spiritual Strength was like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake that came out, attacking Feng Ting who was in front of it.

"Swish."

The distance was too close and the speed was too fast for Feng Ting to dodge.

Fresh red blood streaked across the sky in a beautiful arc, and Feng Ting's body fell onto the grass thirty meters away.

Twelve Spirit Cultivators was also affected by the aftermath of the attack and was blown backwards. However, because they were Spirit Cultivator and because the Nine Transformations Bright Fist had always sealed their vital points, their injuries were light.

"Putong."

After Qian Daohui's crazy attack, the Spiritual Strength could no longer withstand it and it laid on its back in the grass.

Even until this moment, the pig was still biting on Qian Daohui's ankle tightly.

"Junior Brother …"

Twelve Spirit Cultivators arrived at Feng Ting's side and extended his hand to help Feng Ting up.

Someone wanted to help Feng Ting up and bring him back to the Beiwu Hall to heal his injuries.

"Don't move." Feng Ting powerlessly raised his hand to stop her.

"Junior Brother …?"

The Twelve Spirit Cultivators was confused, none of them knew what to do.

"I'm not going to die. I'm going to see if Return of the Money Path is completely dead." Feng Ting pointed to the Qian Dao helplessly.

"Yes."

Ding Chundong and He Zhong flew over and landed beside Qian Daohui. Although Qian Daohui was on his last breath, he still had one breath left in him.

"Is Feng Ting dead?"

Qian Daohui looked at He Zhong and Ding Chundong powerlessly, his head was still clear.

Feng Ting had been injured twice, and he should have died a long time ago.

"I will tear you into a thousand pieces." As He Zhong said this, he extended his hand out towards Qian Dao.

The one who spoke was Feng Ting. Although he was weak, his breathing did not seem to be as weak as before.

Furthermore, he had pushed Li Yuan and Ceng Wenbu, who were supporting him away, towards the money path.

Everyone looked at Feng Ting's powerless steps and felt extremely surprised.

Junior Brother's body was still bleeding, with many fractures and injuries all over his meridians.

But why did it feel like he was even more spirited!

Was this what it meant to be a reflection in the light?

However, the final reflection of the light was only a phenomenon that happened to ordinary people. It happened only when there were no major injuries to the body.

The current Junior Brother clearly lacked the strength to turn the situation around!

Amidst everyone's shock, Feng Ting was powerless to walk to Qian Daohui's side, and laughed: "Qian Daohui, I won't die."

"You … "How could it be like this …!"

Although Qian Daohui was powerless, he could still clearly see Feng Ting's gaze. That was definitely not the gaze of a dead person.

Feng Ting's mouth revealed a disdainful expression: "You want to kill me?! You can only dream about it in your dreams. Right now, Qian Daoshen is the only person left in your Qian Family who can dream. And you still dream of subverting the Night Sea Sect, what a joke! "

"Cough, cough …" "Whoosh."

Could it be that after being bombarded three times, he really could survive?

"Junior Brother... "You're really alright!" Li Yuan felt that Feng Ting's condition was getting better and better.

"Senior Martial Brother Li, do you need me to do something?" Feng Ting pretended to be serious and asked.

"Haha …" Of course I don't want anything to happen to you. " Li Yuan's face revealed an uncontrollable smile.

Feng Ting's expression became better and better. Inside his body, the warm feeling emitted by the orange flame was surging through his body. Wherever it went, his injured meridians healed and his broken bones slowly healed.

The bleeding had stopped, and his face was flushed. He looked relaxed and relaxed.

Qian Daohui, who was lying on the ground, looked as if he had seen a ghost. His skinny face was filled with fear, unwillingness, and pain.

Feng Ting slowly squatted down, gently stroking the pig, and laughed: "Alright, let him go."

The pig opened its mouth, and its body weakly spread out. It laid on its back with its legs facing the sky and closed its eyes.

Feng Ting took out a piece of nurturing spirit pill, placed it into its mouth, and then hugged it.

He stood up again and looked down at Qian Duoduo in a condescending manner.

At this time, Qian Dao finally got a clear look at the pig's appearance. Its nose was longer than normal pig's, and its ears were bigger than normal pig's. Its body seemed to be even whiter, and seemed to emit a little bit of light.

Could this be the legendary mutated Demonic Beast?!

Qian Daohui finally understood why the pig was so strong, and why it could not even kill it.

"It's...!"

Qian Daohui used the last bit of his strength to raise his hand and point at Feng Ting. He only said two words, and his hands were already eternally lowered, but he did not close his eyes, and continued to stare at Feng Ting and the pig.

A small piece of moonlight pierced through the leaves and landed on Qian Daohui's face. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

The twelve Spirit Cultivator s of Beiwu Hall were also surprised by the pig. When they saw Qian Daohui's gaze, they were even more sure that the pig was not ordinary.

The reason why the pig bit the bandit leader back was obviously because of Junior Brother's scheme.

Feng Ting suddenly said: "It's getting late, everyone should go back and rest."

"Junior Brother... I'm afraid that won't do? " Lv Bin was a little worried.

"Almost everyone in Qian Family is dead. What's there to be afraid of?" Feng Ting's tone was casual and indifferent.

When the crowd heard this, they couldn't help but be astounded.

Qian Biao was dead, Qian Dao was dead. Other than Qian Daoshen who was in closed-door training, there was indeed no one else who could threaten the Junior Brother.

Feng Ting looked at Qian Daohui's corpse and said, "Eat him too."

"Alright …"

Dong Sheng and Ceng Wenbu immediately took action, carrying Qian Dao back to the corpses, and started walking out of the forest.

The remaining people did not move. Although Feng Ting told them to go back and rest, they did not dare to leave. Instead, they left the majority of them in the forest. It was just to stay far away from the big tree, so as to not disturb the Junior Brother's rest.

Feng Ting did not say anything either as he carried Little White Elephant and flew up the tree.

In the night sky, dawn had arrived.

Under the night sky, the luxuriant leafy tree was tall and majestic, with a feeling of being able to cover the sky.

From the treetop, a steady stream of spirit energy turned into streams of spring water and flowed out.

Beside the spring cauldron, a scarlet red flame shone within the medicinal cauldron. Inside the flame, the medicinal powder was refined until it was as bright as the stars.

Feng Ting reclined on the tree trunk, his entire body was stretched, his eyes slightly closed, quietly enjoying the warmth of the spirit energy.

Next to him, the still indistinct white elephant was sleeping soundly, looking adorable.

The battle just now was far more thrilling and dangerous than the battle with Qian Biao. If it weren't for the twelve senior brothers, he definitely wouldn't have had a chance to recover from his injuries.

If it were not for the fact that Bai Xiang was not a complete alienated individual, it was highly likely that Qian Chao would have left just like that if he had not gone back. There was no way he would have died here.

Now, only Qian Daoshen was left in the Qian Family. He should still be dreaming about how he would be able to come out of seclusion, and how he would force his way into the sect before sitting in the position of sect master.

After solving the problem of the Qian Family, the crisis had been resolved.

was very pleased that the tragedy of his first life did not happen.

The pig stood up, the medicinal cattle began to eat the grass, and the Birds and bugs that had rested for the whole night also came out.

porcine bovine forest welcomed a new day.

Ding Chundong's thin figure arrived not far away from the tree and said in a low voice: "Junior Brother, it's time to eat breakfast."

"Yes." Feng Ting flew down the big tree.

Seeing that Junior Brother was in high spirits and did not have any traces of injuries, Ding Chundong laughed: "Junior Brother, you are truly a god."

Feng Ting laughed and said: "A man of God is not afraid of death, I am afraid."

Ding Chundong also laughed, "Junior Brother, when you face Qian Biao and Qian Daohui back then, you don't feel the slightest bit of fear."

"Let's go."

"Junior Brother, is that pig alright?" Ding Chundong asked.

"I'm fine."

"That's good."

Ding Chundong really wanted to know more about the pig that refused to let go until he was beaten to death, but seeing that Junior Brother did not want to say anything, he decided not to mention it anymore.