Ling Zhi said, and the stone had already rushed to the person.

The strength of the sixth level of artistic conception is good if you put it outside!

But compared with Lingzhi, there is no comparability at all.

The man raised his weapon contemptuously and chopped it towards the stone. He wanted to hurt him just by just a stone. In his opinion, it was ridiculous.

"retreat!"

After all, Wang Yi was a warrior on the ninth level of artistic conception. He keenly noticed something was wrong and hurriedly shouted.

Ling Zhi looked at him and shook his head slightly. If he attacked a warrior with the sixth level of artistic conception and failed, then he would not be Ling Zhi.

This man's weapon slashed on the stone, but the stone did not explode as he imagined. Instead, a wave of soul power fluctuations appeared from the stone.

Then, the stone suddenly turned into a phantom.

It is the method of sprinkling beans into soldiers.

These are some applications that Ling Zhi has figured out in the past few days. The spiritual power is attached to the stone, and the soul power blends, turning into a phantom.

Although he did not use all his strength to attack, there were still dozens of phantoms, the early stage of the artistic conception, appearing.

These phantoms dive forward, holding a spear in their hands, and stabbed them out.

Before the artistic conception warrior could react, he had just smashed a few phantoms, but more phantoms were attacked on him.

boom.

Dozens of spears stabbed into his body, and he didn't even have time to scream, and his body burst.

It turned into several pieces of flesh and blood, turning into a blood mist.

Ling Zhi didn't even raise his head, and leaned over and took out the few things pressed under the stone.

Wiping off the soil on the ID card, looking at it, it was taken a few years ago, and it looked tender, Ling Zhi couldn't help but chuckled.

Putting the thing into the ring, Ling Zhi did not rush to investigate, but came straight to the disciples of the Luoye Sect, flipped his hands and took out some jade bottles and handed them.

"Spirit Pill!" Wang Yi shouted loudly, looking at the jade bottles with joy on his face.

These disciples of the Luoye Sect showed joy and thanked him a few times before they took the jade bottle and swallowed it down.

"Or the sixth-grade spiritual pill?"

The fragrance of the elixir spread and everyone was startled.

"Here is a rare elixir?" Ling Zhi immediately understood and asked.

"Friends, the spiritual pills here are naturally scarce. I think they are the first to come here. When you enter the Abyss of the Burial God, you will not be allowed to go out at will within ten years. Otherwise, anyone would come here to try to kill monsters and seize the magic core, which will easily lead to the collapse of the seal." Wang Yi's eyes flashed and he spoke.

"I think my friend is strong, so it's better to work with our Wang family, and you will definitely be able to collect many magic cores."

Luoye Sect, Ruan Yuan's face became a little dimmed, and he opened his mouth, as if he wanted to win over Ling Zhi, but in the end he sighed and said nothing.

"Wang Family?" Ling Zhi raised his eyebrows, "Is it one of the four great masters of Xuanzhou, the Wang Family?"

"That's right!" Wang Yi's face was happy. Based on Ling Zhi's lack of understanding of Cu, he had inferred that Ling Zhi must be a scattered soldier, and there was no big family behind him. In the name of the Wang family, he could definitely win him over.

At that time, wouldn’t it be great to have such a powerful player in the team?

As for the Wang family who died before, he didn't even think about it.

"Oh." Ling Zhi said casually, "Since he is from the Wang family."

Wang Yi and others were more surprised, while Ruan Yuan and others were more sad.

"Then you can die."

Ling Zhi changed his mind, but suddenly said this.

The Xuanyuan Sword appeared in his hand, and Ling Zhi swept directly out and pushed forward.

After the ninth level of artistic conception, the first battle with all your might!

After Wang Yi felt Ling Zhi's realm, he looked surprised, as if he had never expected Ling Zhi to reach the same level as him.

"A scattered warrior dares to go against my Wang family!" Wang Yi shouted and rushed over.

However, with a phantom in the field, before everyone could react, Ling Zhi rushed out from Wang Yi and pushed out the Xuanyuan Sword.

The light condensed on the blade shot out.

The Wang family raised their weapons to resist, but there was no effect. They all vomited blood and flew out.

"You, you..." Wang Yi turned his head, pointed at Ling Zhi two words, and thumped, his body broke into two pieces, hitting Lin's face, and blood spurted out, splashing all over the forest.

Against the backdrop of red fallen leaves, it becomes even brighter.

In the middle of the artistic conception, Ling Zhi can kill the ninth level of the artistic conception, not to mention that he is now in the same realm as the other party.

Invincible at the same level!

With the addition of the eight steps, Ling Zhi's sword was neat and neat.

"If you still have the strength, you might as well leave these people to you." Ling Zhi stood with a sword and smiled softly. His attitude towards Ruan Yuan and others was completely different.

"Oh?" The Xuanyuan Sword in Ling Zhi's hand suddenly shot out a sword light and headed towards Wang Yi's body.

Wang Yi's soul showed horror, but could not resist it. Under the sword light, it turned into ashes.

The ninth level of artistic conception can already let the soul body leave the body. When the body dies, you can find a new body and take over the body.

Ling Zhi had encountered this incident.

This is the first time I have seen it.

If he hadn't had his strong soul power and had hesitated for a second, he would have been really going to be escaped by Wang Yi.

The speed of soul power is extremely fast.

When Ling Zhi turned out to be the Luoye Sect, Ruan Yuan and others couldn't help but feel dull.

It was not until Lingzhi took out his identity nameplate that they believed it and were all excited.

Pulling Ling Zhi, he heads towards the Abyss of Burial God.

"Senior Brother!" these people shouted with a smile, but in fact their seniority is much larger than Ling Zhi.

The artistic conception has a lifespan of thousands of years, and many people here are disciples of the Luoye Sect from generation to generation.

However, warriors are highly valued by strength, and even Ling Zhi is difficult to change their ideas.

As they kept heading deep into the Abyss of the Burial God, Ling Zhi finally saw what the real place of the monster seal was like.

In this abyss, demonic energy lingers, and just a short contact, Ling Zhi actually has the desire to kill.

Above this abyss, there is a high hall, where the Luoye Sect and the heroes are located.

In the rest, some disciples from various sects were stationed scattered. From time to time, some people rushed into the abyss, and some people would walk out of the abyss.

However, most of them still have a dull face and are even seriously injured.

After revealing the identity plate, Ling Zhi entered the main hall of Zheng

There are not many people in this hall, there are only three in total, one in the half-step king realm and two in the nine-level realm.
Chapter completed!