Killing Evolution From a Sword

After Zhuang Zhentian slaughtered inhumanely and frantically for a while, Ye Fan has harvested tens of thousands of evolution points!

Every mortal can only bring a few evolution points to Ye Fan; Qi refining monks only have dozens of evolution points.

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

It is conceivable that at this moment, Haoran Academy is like a scene of purgatory on earth!

What angered the senior monks of Haoran Academy who were chasing and killing Zhuang Zhentian and wanted to stop Zhuang Zhentian the most, and what made them feel sorry for themselves was their speed...

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

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

This made them tear up their eyes, and blamed themselves extremely!

"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 Yuanying stage ancestors of Haoran Academy, are extremely angry!

The nineteen alchemy stage monks who followed immediately began to scold because they had witnessed too many deaths: "Don't you just dare to run away?"

"Keep avoiding and dare not confront us head-on, what kind of hero is he!?"

"Coward!"

"You didn't plant!"

Originally, the elegant Confucian and Taoist monks in the past were all dazzled by anger because they witnessed the departure of their relatives, friends and fellow practitioners, and began to curse without any choice of words: "It's a man. Stop and have a good fight with us!"

"What kind of a hero is he who only bullies the weak?"

Having already entered the state of massacre, his whole mind has become very chaotic, and because of the effect of Ye Fan's curse, Zhuang Zhentian, who has become plagued by bad luck, has lost his reason.

While slaughtering, he laughed wildly: "Hahaha!"

"I never said I was a hero!"

"but……"

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

The rest of them hid, or a few scattered people, who could no longer get into Zhuang Zhentian's eyes.

so he……

stopped.

This is what the people of Haoran Academy never expected.

They originally thought that after Zhuang Zhentian would massacre, they would face the pursuit of the two Yuanying Patriarchs and nineteen alchemy stage monks, and fled in fear of crime.

But he didn't expect that Zhuang Zhentian would dare to stop after the massacre in Haoran Academy.

Isn't he afraid of being besieged to death? !

Zhuang Zhentian didn't know how much shock he had caused everyone in Haoran Academy to stop.

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

"I'm here this time, not just to vent my anger by killing some mortals and those in the Qi refining stage!"

"I am here for revenge!"

"To avenge the destruction of the Devil's Cult, I have painstakingly plotted revenge for the destruction of a hundred-year plan!"

"Wait, take your life!"

Just when Zhuang Zhentian was roaring, Zhuang Zhentian slaughtered countless mortals and Qi-refining monks before, and after Ye Fan obtained the evolution point, Ye Fan's feedback energy began to gradually pour into Zhuang Zhentian's body.

"Huh?!"

Zhuang Zhentian was about to rush forward desperately, and when he was fighting for life and death with the monks of the alchemy stage of Haoran Academy and the two ancestors of the Yuanying stage, his strands were so pure that he didn't even need refining, just directly The energy that can be turned into self-use penetrated into Zhuang Zhentian's palm from the hilt of the magic sword in his hand, and poured into Zhuang Zhentian's meridians, so that Zhuang Zhentian's cultivation began to rise at a constant speed stand up.

This shocked and surprised Zhuang Zhentian!

because.

Different from Lin Li, Zhuang Zhentian's cultivation in the late stage of Nascent Soul is all real, and he came from his own cultivation!

This also means that Zhuang Zhentian in the late Yuanying period has actually practiced for two or three thousand years!

By now, he had actually reached the bottleneck of his cultivation.

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

This is also the reason why he would find a way to summon the ancient demon lord and want to unify the country of Zhao: he who 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 increased by a thousandth!

Don't underestimate this insignificant one-thousandth!

If Zhuang Zhentian practiced on his own, he who has reached the bottleneck may take several years to achieve such gains!

"What's happening here?"

Zhuang Zhentian's heart was shocked, and he was very pleasantly surprised: "Could it be...?!"

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

Now, Zhuang Zhentian is still a little uncertain.

However, in the state of frenzied massacre, he thought to himself: "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 are too low, so the feeling is not good enough. Not obvious enough. But..."

His scarlet eyes looked at the group of alchemy cultivators behind Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu. Wherever he looked, the group of alchemy cultivators felt as if they were being watched by the god of death. Feel the infinite fear everywhere, let their hair stand on end!

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

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

The smell of blood stimulated him to become even crazier: "Let their blood test the conjecture in my heart!"

Thinking of this moment, he once again laughed wildly: "Jie Jie Jie Jie! Regret it! Tremble! Fear!"

"Now, the time has come to kill you!"

"Oops!"

"not good!"

Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu in the Nascent Soul Stage heard this and yelled, "Be careful, everyone, don't leave alone!"

However, it was too late!

Flying in the air, like a fish in water, coupled with Zhuang Zhentian's weird body skills, which made the smiling Zhuang Zhentian look like a devil, and his figure flickered.

Puchi!

He swung his sword and swung it out!

The figure just appeared, among the nineteen alchemy stage monks in Haoran Academy, the lowest cultivation level, behind a weak crowned scholar who had just entered the alchemy stage.

And the sword he swung just happened to cut off the head of this weak crowned scholar!

Suddenly, the head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out!

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

The bloody smell coming to his face, not only did not make him feel sick, but instead made his eyes narrow slightly, and a smile of enjoyment overflowed from the corner of his mouth: "I... feel it!"