"Roar …"
An earth-shattering roar came from the forest. More than ten cultivators were engaged in a fierce battle with a ferocious beast, but in the end, the cultivators suffered heavy casualties. Only two of them survived.
However, they had obtained the inner core of the ferocious beast and an 8,000-year-old "Mystical Fiend Fruit" that was guarded by the ferocious beast.
This spirit fruit was extremely useful for cultivators with a "dark-elemental Martial Soul".
Cultivators with a dark-elemental Martial Soul would have their cultivation improve by leaps and bounds after refining the Mystical Fiend Fruit. If they took it out for auction, it would definitely be sold for a sky-high price.
The two cultivators dragged their injured bodies and rushed into the distance.
"Swoosh!"
However, at this moment, a cold light shot out from the forest. A silver snake flying sword was extremely fast. Before the two cultivators could react, the silver snake flying sword had already pierced through their bodies.
"Why did this happen?"
The two cultivators cried out unwillingly. Then, they fell to the ground and died.
A cultivator in his thirties dressed in green jumped down from the tree. He put away the silver snake flying sword and walked to the two corpses. He took the storage rings from the dead cultivators and quickly left.
This was the Thunder Blade Secret Realm.
Everywhere was filled with killing.
…
Cultivators in the Yin-Yang Realm could not enter this place. Cultivators in the Martial King Realm could do whatever they wanted, including killing people and robbing them of their treasures.
The law of the jungle was played out vividly here.
If one's cultivation was insufficient, entering this place was simply courting death.
Lin Feng chose a direction and kept walking. The Thunder Blade Secret Realm was too big and had countless resources, so he was not in a hurry.
Lin Feng constantly took the initiative to look for powerful ferocious beasts to fight to test the power of "Sky-Splitting".
However, it was obvious that the power of "Sky-Splitting" was simply unimaginable.
"Sky-Splitting" was not as simple as "Spirit".
"Sky-Splitting" also contained an extremely domineering will, the will of the saber. This was the ability after the "Spirit" was sublimated.
"Spirit" was the simplest form of spirituality and consciousness.
As for "Will", it had risen to a very high level.
…
After fighting with a Flood Dragon for dozens of rounds, Lin Feng was suppressed by the Flood Dragon to the point that he almost didn't have the strength to fight back. In the end, he used "Sky Splitter" and almost tore the Flood Dragon apart.
The "evil flood dragon" roared, turned around and fled into the depths of the forest.
Lin Feng, on the other hand, was sitting on the ground, panting heavily.
Although this move "Sky Splitting" was powerful, it was not something that could be casually used. After using it once, Lin Feng would feel tired.
The main reason was that Lin Feng's cultivation level was not high enough.
After resting for a while, he walked in the forest.
Suddenly, behind Lin Feng, the dense golden threads suddenly flew out and quickly flew towards Lin Feng.
The threads flickered with a cold light. Anything that was touched by the threads, whether it was a tree or a rock, was instantly split in half.
The thread had already rushed behind Lin Feng and swept across Lin Feng's body.
Pfft …
Even though Lin Feng's physical body was extremely strong, there were still deep wounds on his body. Dozens of small wounds appeared on his body, and blood started flowing out.
"Oh no, someone is plotting against me!"
Lin Feng's face suddenly changed. He leaped and flew dozens of meters away, avoiding the attack of the threads.
He narrowed his eyes and finally saw dozens of almost transparent threads entwined in the void. These threads were now stained with his blood.
This was the first time Lin Feng had seen such a strange weapon. The person who had attacked was definitely an expert.
"Whoosh."
A cultivator flew out from nearby and looked at Lin Feng with a cold smile. "Kid, you're really lucky. You didn't die after being hit by my Heavenly Demonic Threads!"
This cultivator was in his twenties and had a cold expression on his face.
"Who are you?" Lin Feng looked at him coldly.
"Grand Barren Sect, Jin Yulong!"
…
The cultivator in his twenties said with a cold smile.
The Grand Barren Sect was one of the ten great ancient powers of the Wasteland. Its strength was not to be underestimated.
"This treasure of yours is not bad, but it's too evil. I'm afraid it was refined using demonic techniques, right?" Lin Feng said indifferently.
"People are divided into good and evil, but treasures are not," Jin Yulong said indifferently.
"That's right."
Swoosh …
Lin Feng took the initiative to rush towards Jin Yulong. This person wanted to kill him, so Lin Feng naturally would not be polite.
"You're quite brave. Not only did you not run away, but you also took the initiative to attack. I've already killed more than twenty people like you who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth. Looks like I'll kill one more now."
Jin Yulong sneered and controlled the Heavenly Demonic Threads to slash at Lin Feng.
The densely packed Heavenly Demonic Threads scattered and cut at Lin Feng from all directions.
He didn't know what the Heavenly Demon Silk was made of, but it was almost transparent. If it wasn't for the fact that it was stained with his blood, he wouldn't have been able to notice it.
"What a good treasure. I want this treasure!"
Lin Feng's expression was indifferent as he reached out to grab the Heavenly Demonic Threads.
"Brat, are you courting death?"
Jin Yulong was obviously stunned, but then he sneered.
He actually dared to reach out to grab the Heavenly Demonic Threads, a powerful and strange killing weapon. Wasn't he courting death?
The Heavenly Demonic Threads quickly attacked Lin Feng.
The densely packed threads emitted a cold and terrifying aura, as if they wanted to mince Lin Feng into pieces.
"Devour."
At that moment, Lin Feng waved his right hand and a distorted black hole appeared.
The Heavenly Demonic Threads that were attacking Lin Feng flew uncontrollably toward the black hole.
In an instant.
…
Dozens of Heavenly Demonic Threads were instantly devoured by the black hole.
"Bastard, my treasure!"
When Jin Yulong saw Lin Feng devour his treasure, his face became distorted. He quickly rushed over and threw a punch at Lin Feng.
"Hmph, you're courting death."
Lin Feng sneered. He took a step forward and a magnetic field surged out, enveloping Jin Yulong in an instant.
"I can't move!"
Jin Yulong screamed in fear.
Pu!
A moment later, Lin Feng's fist pierced through Jin Yulong's chest.
Jin Yulong's eyes were wide open in anger. He lowered his head and looked at his collapsed chest, his face full of disbelief.
"I actually died at the hands of a brat like you. How could this be?"
Jin Yulong could not believe it. The brat in front of him was clearly a general, while he himself was a Martial King of the sixth Celestial Layer. How could he have lost?
"Your strength is really terrifying. I think you're one of those geniuses who can challenge cultivators who are stronger than you. If it were anyone else, they would have died without a doubt. But I'm sorry, even though my cultivation level is not high, my fighting abilities have already surpassed that of a Martial King. "
Said Lin Feng indifferently.
"I see," said Jin Yulong with a bitter smile. He fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
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