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Chapter 62 Wouldn't it be so poor!

The old man is just a projection of a certain almighty, not the main body, so it looks a bit illusory and unreal.

But the aura of a strong man was not affected by the space barrier in the slightest.

It is the same as that of Longyang.

The old man was also dressed in a bright red dress, but the embroidered on it were beautiful young men with different expressions.

Although the old man's hair was all white, his face was as delicate as a newborn baby.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, the old man had no expression on his face. He only paused at the wound on his chest for a moment, then withdrew his gaze and looked towards the direction Feng Qingyu left before.

"Although Yang'er is not talented, she is still the head of my Dragon Tooth Palace, and she cannot tolerate outsiders to humiliate her.

However, this little cultivator can actually use the foundation-building cultivation as a beheading to transform the gods, this is

The old man frowned tightly, and looked at Long Yang's body carefully, his face became more and more solemn.

"There are countless geniuses that have emerged in the cultivation world over the past tens of thousands of years, and there are not a few people who kill enemies by leaps and bounds.

There is only one person who may ignore the realm suppression and kill so many levels.

This junior, shouldn't he have obtained that person's inheritance?"

Talking about this, the eyes of the old man suddenly burst into a gleam.

In just a moment, the energy of this projection was consumed, and as the energy dissipated, the figure of the old man disappeared completely.

Not long after the old man disappeared, he was somewhere in a deep mountain thousands of miles away.

The densely forested earth suddenly trembled!
Birds fled, and beasts ran wild.

For a time, the ground collapsed and the mountains shook, and a red glow rose into the sky with infinite coercion!

When the red glow dissipated, a red-robed, white-haired old man slowly rose from the bottom of the mountain.

This old man is exactly the same as the projection of Tiandong Mountain before, but the momentum he exudes is countless times stronger than that projection!
As soon as he reached the air, the old man went straight to the southern cloud border.

The old man's speed is not fast, but every step he takes is a hundred feet away.

If there are high-level monks nearby, they will be surprised, because this is the technique of shrinking the ground into an inch only by the old monsters in the refining world!
In Tiandong Mountain.

After several battles in a row, Feng Qingyu was exhausted. Even if the ghost fire had recovered his true essence, the mental exhaustion had to take a good rest to recover.

After killing Long Yang, Feng Qingyu flew far away, and found a clean cave on a cliff.

This place was originally the habitat of a lynx, but since Feng Qingyu occupied it, the lynx never came back.

A dust-cleaning tactic went down, the inside of the cave has been cleaned up, leaving the vine demonized body to guard outside, and Feng Qingyu went in to rest.

After a night of hard work, the physical and mental potential has been overdrawn to the extreme.

Although physically and mentally tired, this harvest is also quite gratifying.

The storage bags alone have harvested dozens of them.

Moreover, the fat flow of these monks in Longya Palace was incomparable to those of the previous loose cultivators.

Especially the storage bags of those Nascent Soul cultivators, she even smacked her tongue when she saw it.

"My dear, there must be millions of spirit stones in these storage bags alone, right?"

Looking at the pile of shiny objects in front of her, countless little stars appeared in Feng Qingyu's eyes.

It seems that being provoked is not without benefits, at least the speed of earning spirit stones is unmatched by other industries!
Gorgeously put away these spirit stones, Feng Qingyu began to count the other spoils.

The cultivators of the major sects are really not comparable to ordinary scattered cultivators.

Leaving aside these spirit stones, Feng Qing's eyes were dizzying just from the various spirit material pills.

And these are just the storage bags of those Jindan and Nascent Soul cultivators.

She hasn't checked the storage bag of Palace Master Longyang yet!
With great anticipation, Feng Qingyu opened Long Yang's storage bag.

But when he saw what was inside, Feng Qingyu was completely dumbfounded.

"What are you doing! Why don't you have a single spiritual stone?"

Very unwilling to check it again, in the end, Feng Qingyu threw all the contents on the ground again, but still did not find a single spiritual stone.

In addition to a few high-level magic weapons on the ground, there is only a black card, a pet bag and some unnamed medicinal materials.

"The lord of the dignified sect has no subordinates in his hands. Shouldn't this guy have a storage bag hidden on him?"

At this point, Feng Qingyu put away all the storage bags on the ground, got up and left the cave, and flew to the previous battlefield with the rattan demon.

After all the tossing before, the sky was already dark, and it was really not a good time to go outside at this time.

It's a pity that Feng Qingyu was obsessed with the spiritual stone that she did not find, and she could not stop her footsteps.

In Tiandong Mountain at night, the miasma is far stronger than in the daytime.

With the strength of Feng Qingyu's spiritual sense, he could only detect the situation within a radius of one mile.

But her position is halfway up the mountain, and the miasma is not very strong. If she goes down into the forest, she is afraid that her spiritual sense will be restricted by more than half.

When he arrived in the mountains and forests below, Feng Qingyu discovered that the previous estimate was still a little off.

The range that her spiritual sense can detect here is about [-] meters.

The sight and perception were greatly suppressed, and Feng Qingyu had to rely on the guidance of the rattan demon to be able to travel freely in the Tiandong Mountain at night.

All kinds of rustling voices sounded under the feet, and under the miasma, it seemed that countless insects and ants were climbing.

Feng Qingyu couldn't see it, but he could feel that these things seemed to be gathering towards him.

Ignoring the rustling sound in her ears, Feng Qingyu followed the route she remembered and headed straight for the battlefield.

The poisonous miasma filled the air, the visibility was too low, and there were towering giant trees all around, making it really inappropriate to fly.

Therefore, Feng Qingyu chose to walk all the way.

But as I walked, I began to realize that something was wrong.

Why does the ground seem to be moving?
Feng Qingyu stopped and sensed it carefully.

That's right, she's still now, but the trees around her are moving backwards
The palm turned upwards, and Feng Qingyu summoned You Qing Ghost Fire.

But she just shone the ghost fire to the ground, and the miasma around her exploded instantly!

Countless black fog rushed to the ghost fire, and even the ground moved rapidly!
Under the reflection of the ghost fire, Feng Qingyu finally discovered that what kind of miasma was floating in the mountains and forests, it was clearly all flying insects!
These flying insects are as fine as dust, and they do not have the slightest fluctuations that living creatures should have.

The black fog composed of flying insects slammed into the ghost fire frantically, until the flames were completely annihilated, and they dispersed, still wandering in the miasma.

Everything seems to have returned to its previous state, silent, except for the sound of rustling on the ground, there is no other sound.

There seemed to be something more in the air, Feng Qingyu only took a breath, then began to faint, and lazily couldn't get a little bit of energy.
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