After Zhuang Zhentian slaughtered madly for a while, Ye Fan has gained tens of thousands of evolution points!

Every mortal can only bring a few evolution points to Ye Fan; a qi cultivator only has dozens of evolution points.

However, Ye Fan has obtained tens of thousands of evolution points!

It is conceivable, at this moment, what kind of purgatory on earth is the Haoran Academy!

What made the senior monks of Haoran Academy, who were chasing and killing Zhuang Zhentian and trying to stop Zhuang Zhentian, were furious, and what they complained about was their speed...

At all, he can't catch up with Zhuang Zhentian!

It's worth it, following behind Zhuang Zhentian's ass, watching one after another, being brutally murdered by Zhuang Zhentian!

This made them tear their eyes and blame themselves for it!

"hateful!"

"If only my speed could be a little faster!"

"I can't catch up with him at all!"

Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, the two ancestors of the Nascent Soul Stage of Haoran Academy, are extremely angry!

The nineteen cultivators who followed closely behind began to scold because they had witnessed too many deaths: "Don't you just dare to escape?"

"I've been evading, not daring to confront us, what kind of hero!?"

"Coward!"

"You have no seeds!"

Originally, the elegant Confucian and Taoist monks in the past, but at this moment, they were all overwhelmed with anger because they witnessed the departure of their relatives, friends and fellow practitioners, and began to curse at random: "It's a man, just Stop and have a good fight with us!"

"Only bullying the weak, what kind of hero is he?"

Having entered a state of massacre, his whole mind became very chaotic, and because of Ye Fan's curse effect, Zhuang Zhentian, who had become plagued with bad luck, was no longer rational.

As he slaughtered, he laughed wildly: "Hahaha!"

"I never said that I was a hero!"

"but……"

Looking around, Zhuang Zhentian has already slaughtered almost all the densely populated places.

There are a few people who are hiding or scattered, and they can't get into Zhuang Zhentian's eyes.

so he……

stopped.

This is something the people of Haoran Academy never expected.

They had thought that after Zhuang Zhentian would slaughter, facing the pursuit of the two great ancestors of Nascent Soul and nineteen cultivators of the pill formation stage, they fled in fear of the crime.

Unexpectedly, Zhuang Zhentian actually dared to stop after the massacre at Haoran Academy.

Could it be that he is not afraid of being besieged to death? !

However, Zhuang Zhentian didn't know how much shock he had brought to everyone in Haoran Academy when he stopped.

His face and body were stained with blood, with a crazy and bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth: "Who said that I would only bully the weak?"

"I'm here this time, not just to kill some mortals and qi-refining scumbags to vent their anger!"

"I'm here for revenge!"

"The revenge of the Demon Sect is destroyed, and the revenge that I have painstakingly planned for hundreds of years is destroyed!"

"Wait, accept your life!"

Just when Zhuang Zhentian roared, Zhuang Zhentian had slaughtered countless mortals and qi-cultivating cultivators before, and after Ye Fan obtained the evolution point, Ye Fan's feedback energy began to gradually pour into Zhuang Zhentian's body.

"what?!"

Zhuang Zhentian was about to rush up desperately, and when the monks of the Haoran Academy and the two ancestors of the Nascent Soul stage were fighting for life and death, they were so pure that they didn't even need refining. The energy that can be used for oneself, from the hilt of the magic sword in his hand, penetrated into Zhuang Zhentian's palm, poured into Zhuang Zhentian's meridians, and made Zhuang Zhentian's cultivation level begin to rise at a constant speed. stand up.

This shocked and surprised Zhuang Zhentian!

because.

Different from Lin Li, Zhuang Zhentian's late Nascent Soul cultivation base was all real, and he came from his own cultivation!

This also means that Zhuang Zhentian in the late Nascent Soul has actually been practicing for two or three thousand years!

Up to now, he has actually reached the bottleneck of cultivation.

If you only rely on your own cultivation, in fact, for many years, you may not be able to make any progress.

This is also the reason why he finds a way to summon the ancient demon master and wants to unify the Zhao country: he has reached the upper limit of the bottleneck, and only through this method can he continue to break through and gain a longer lifespan.

However.

now!

In just a moment of effort, Zhuang Zhentian felt that his cultivation had risen slightly by one thousandth!

Don't underestimate this insignificant one thousandth!

If Zhuang Zhentian cultivates by himself, he has reached the bottleneck, and it may take several years before he can achieve such gains!

"What's happening here?"

Zhuang Zhentian was shocked, and he was extremely surprised: "Could it be...?!"

A vague guess appeared in his mind: "This spirit treasure not only possesses powerful skills. It can also make me stronger by drinking blood?!"

Now, Zhuang Zhentian is still a little uncertain.

However, he was in a state of mad slaughter and thought: "If this spirit treasure can make me drink blood and become stronger, it must be because the cultivation base of the people I killed just now is too low, so I still feel uncomfortable. Not obvious enough. But…”

With his scarlet eyes, he looked at the group of cultivators behind Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, and as far as he could see, the group of cultivators felt as if they were being stared at by the **** of death. Feel the infinite fear everywhere, make them creepy!

"There are so many prey in front of us!"

Zhuang Zhentian stuck out his tongue and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth.

The smell of blood stimulated him even more crazy: "Let their blood test it, my guess!"

Thinking of this, he laughed savagely and frantically again: "Jie Jie Jie Jie! Regret it! Tremble! Be fearful!"

"Now, it's time to kill you!"

"Oops!"

"not good!"

Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu in the Yuan Ying period heard and shouted: "Everyone be careful, don't be alone!"

However, it's too late!

Ling Kong, like a fish in water, and Zhuang Zhentian's strange movement technique, which he was very good at, made Zhuang Zhentian, who smiled strangely, flash like a devil.

Puff!

He took a sword and swung it out!

The figure just appeared behind a weak-crowned scholar who had just entered the pill-forming stage, the one with the lowest cultivation base among the nineteen cultivators of the Haoran Academy.

And the sword he swung, also, just right, cut off the head of this weak-crowned scholar!

Suddenly, the head fell to the ground, blood gushing like a note!

Zhuang Zhentian was bathed in the blood spring, and half of his body was stained red with blood.

The smell of blood blowing from his face, not only did not make him feel sick, on the contrary, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a smile of enjoyment overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "I... feel it!"