Chen Shengbei is like the most patient hunter, sitting for ten days.

It was night again, and Chen Shengbei, who had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fell into the invisible space in the courtyard.

The space trembled, and a area of ​​thousands of acres suddenly appeared in the void. With the emergence of this area, two figures walked out gently.

The night is quiet!

Fang Ling also felt that the night was quiet!

In this quiet night, Fang Ling's heart suddenly tightened.

He had only practiced the Heartless Refining Art for a few days. Although nothing had been done, it made him feel very sensitive.

At this moment, he felt as if he was being targeted by some beast!

The thought flashed in his mind, and his palm stretched into the Qiankun bag and secretly held Tian Lei Zi in his hand.

"Sister Ying, let's go!" Fang Ling pulled the flowers and sparse shadows, but the direction he was walking was the entrance to the Xijiao Zoo.

"Don't you think it's too late to leave now?" A cold breath instantly suppressed in a faint voice.

In an instant, more than a dozen lights suddenly appeared around. The entrance to the small space that was originally opened for Fang Ling's cave was locked at this moment!

The figure of a man slowly emerged from the darkness.

Seeing this man, Fang Ling suddenly thought it was Chen Shengnan.

However, the aura of the foundation-building stage in Chen Shengbei quickly confirmed who this person was: Chen Shengbei!

"You are Fang Ling? I really didn't expect that the murderer who killed more than 300 adult men from the Chen family was actually you!" Chen Shengbei's voice was still calm, but at the end, there was a hint of gloom in the voice.

"Do you know what I'm going to deal with you?" Chen Shengbei stood up slowly and said lightly.

Fang Ling had calmed down at this time, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know, but you will never give me up like me."

"I'm so brave, but it's a pity that even if I have courage, it's useless to have no strength!" Chen Shengbei came to Fang Ling's not far away like a wandering garden and said quietly: "I'm going to pull out your soul and use the Three Yin Fire Fire to refine you ten times a day. Aren't you killing me more than 300 people? I'll refine you for more than 300 years!"

Fang Ling doesn’t understand what Sanyin Fire is, but this punishment will definitely not be easy.

His eyes were quietly looking at Fang Ling, as if he was looking at a flower that he could pick.

Although he hated Fang Ling very much, he did not think that a young man who was at the sixth level of Qi training could do anything to him.

"It's really extraordinary to reach the sixth level of Qi training at a young age!" Chen Shengbei's eyes fell on Hua Shuying's body again, and his originally delicate eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hahaha……"

Chen Shengbei laughed to the sky and seemed very happy. He said to himself: "The pure Yin Fu Kuan is actually the pure Yin Fu Kuan. God is so good to me, Chen Shengbei!"

While speaking, Chen Shengbei ignored Fang Ling at all. He stretched out his big hand and grabbed Hua Shuying's 100-meter-sized blue palm.

Seeing Chen Shengbei taking action, Fang Ling pulled the shadows of flowers and the two of them strangely flashed more than five feet away. Before the big hand could land, Fang Ling had already said in a deep voice: "You can't do it if I want me to suffer the pain of refining the soul!"

As he spoke, five corpses flew out quickly and rushed towards Chen Shengbei.

And the moment the corpse was flew out, the Xuanyin Sword turned into a black light and slashed straight towards Chen Shengbei.

Chen Shengbei did not even raise his eyes when he faced the corpse refining.

He said a little trick of carving insects, and he tucked his hands together, and a sword light rushed towards the corpse like a green dragon.

The sword light flashed, and the two corpse-refining heads fell to the ground in an instant!

The Xuanyin Sword was not too much in Chen Shengbei's eyes. He waved his palms and grabbed the Xuanyin Sword with his blue big hand.

"Hmph, you can control magic weapons without reaching the seventh level of Qi training. It's true that there is something wrong with you. Unfortunately, you are too far away!" Chen Shengbei sneered, and Fang Ling said, "If you have any skills, let me see again."

Just as he said this, Fang Ling suddenly grew up and a iron dart was hit by him using the technique of raining flowers in the sky.

Then he grabbed Hua Shuying and shouted: "Sister Ying, let's go!"

Facing Fang Ling who was about to escape, Chen Shengbei's eyes showed a cat-catching mouse smile.

Just because of these broken copper and iron, I want to escape from my own hands?

With a wave of his sleeve, he rushed towards Fang Ling like a ghost. As for those iron darts, they were not in his eyes.

"boom!"

It was like thunder in the sky, and the rolling thunder net instantly enveloped the space several feet around Chen Shengbei.

"Tian Lei Zi!"

"This is the Thunderbolt!"

Chen Shengbei's voice was filled with fear. He stretched out his hand and wanted to recall his sword light, but there was no time!

Dozens of purple lightning as thick as a child's arms had already hit his head hard.

In an instant, the whole person turned into ashes.

Compared with the man named Tu who was able to escape from his soul, Chen Shengbei was even more unfortunate. His soul had not had time to leave his body and was already smashed into pieces by Lei Net.

Fang Ling stopped the moment the Tianlei Zi was detonated. His eyes were staring at Chen Shengbei in the Thunder Net, fearing that he would escape from his soul.

Fortunately, Chen Shengbei's entire body turned into pieces under the bombardment of Tianleizi.

"Dang"

The flying sword that no one commanded the commander fell gently to the ground. The faint blue light flashed on the flying sword, as if feeling sad for his master.

Fang Ling put the five-inch-long flying sword into his palm, then pulled Hua Shuying's hand and said, "Sister Ying, let's go!"

"Swoosh swish swish!"

Four figures appeared quickly in the Fang family compound like lightning. The positions of these four people vaguely blocked Fang Ling's retreat.

"Fang Ling!" A middle-aged man showed a hint of surprise on his face when he saw Fang Ling: "Don't let him run away!"

For these four men who suddenly appeared, Fang Ling only knew one of them, that is, Master Zhao.

But at this moment, Master Zhao's face was also very cold.

Master Zhao's cultivation level was clearly Fang Ling. Fang Ling could see at a glance that the three of them were also cultivators at the seventh level of Qi training. Fang Ling, who did not want to get entangled with these four people, said in a deep voice: "If you are helping the Chen family in front of Chen Shengbei, I think it's unnecessary, because Chen Shengbei is already dead!"

The eyes of Master Zhao and others suddenly widened!

They could hardly believe what they heard!

These days, Chen Shengbei, the foundation-building monk who was pressing on their heads like a mountain, was actually associated with death.

How is that possible?

"You said Master Chen is dead?" Master Zhao pointed his hand at Fang Ling, his eyes wide open.

Fang Ling nodded: "You should have felt the fluctuation of energy just now, that is because of Chen Shengbei's death!"

The four of them quickly looked at each other, and finally a man who looked a little gloomy said, "Everyone, no matter whether what he said is true or false, we should take him down first."

Master Zhao opened his mouth to speak, but in the end he said nothing.

"We siblings and brothers have no grudges and grudges, why do you catch us?" Hua Shuying looked at the gloomy man and said in a deep voice.

The gloomy man smiled coldly, with a hint of disdain on his face. In his hand, a talisman instantly sacred, turned into a green wind rope, and rolled towards Fang Ling.

Fang Ling sneered, and before the wind rope could approach, his sleeves shook, and the newly obtained Jingyanggang smoke and dust map was sacrificed.

Master Zhao and the other four felt a flash of eyes, and they had already appeared on a hill.

They were a little stunned for a moment, and after a few glances in surprise, they also showed a hint of joy.

Space magic tool!

You should know that for these monks, space magic weapons are just famous and difficult to see, but now, this space magic weapon actually appears in front of them.

"Fang Ling, as long as you hand over the space magic weapon, I can spare your life!" The gloomy man shouted loudly to Fang Ling.

Fang Ling smiled coldly and said lightly: "Your Excellency's kindness, I can only appreciate it, but it's a pity that I don't need you to spare my life."

While talking, Fang Ling just looked at the gloomy man coldly.

As a monk, when did the gloomy man be confronted by a person with a lower cultivation level than his? He was a little angry and immediately sneered: "What a good word is hard to persuade the damn ghost. Since that's the case, then you can die!"

While speaking, several talismans appeared in his hand again.

"Sacrifice"

The man shouted lightly and threw out the talisman in his hand. But a scene that surprised him suddenly appeared! He saw that the talisman had no change at all, and then fell silently to the ground.

How is that possible?

The man was a little panicked, and he quickly sacrificed the other talismans in his hand. However, those talismans that had tried and tested were useless at this moment.

"Ah!" The gloomy man suddenly exclaimed: "My cultivation level, how come my cultivation level has become the sixth level of Qi refining?"

When he roared, Master Zhao and others began to luckily check their cultivation. Then, the faces of the few people became extremely ugly.

Sixth level of Qi refining!

Their cultivation has all become the sixth level of Qi Refining!

For these monks, what they value most is their identity as a monk. But now, their cultivation level is falling on the sixth level of Qi training, which is like a bolt from the blue hitting them in the head.

"Everyone, this space magic weapon is strange, let's leave here first." A man, who was about fifty years old, said in a deep voice.

His words instantly received a response from others.

Fang Ling looked at these panicked immortal masters and sneered: "I just remember to leave now, don't you think it's too late?"

As he spoke, the Xuanyin Sword flew out of Fang Ling's Qiankun bag and slashed towards the gloomy monk like lightning.

The gloomy monk wanted to dodge, but before he could get up, a black sword shadow flew over his head.
Chapter completed!