Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

"Without further ado, enter my Ten Thousand Souls Banner first..."

Wang Fu was a little impatient. Three golden sword lights disappeared into the Zixiao Thunder Shadow Sword. In an instant, the flying sword exploded with powerful sword energy.

Click! Click!

The body-protecting spiritual light of the top-grade defensive spiritual weapon that enveloped the monk surnamed Liu was filled with dense cracks like spider webs, and the next moment, it shattered.

The Zixiao Thunder Shadow Sword circled around his neck, and his head rolled to the ground.

With a wave of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, the soul of the monk named Liu was captured and submerged into the Soul Flag.

All the five Wan Dharma Sect foundation-building monks were executed. Wang Fu turned his head and raised the corners of his mouth, showing a long-lost smile:

"Fat man!"

"Brother Fu, don't worry. There are eighteen Qi Refining Realm monks traveling with Wanfa Sect. They all have tenth level of cultivation. We can't let them go." Zhou Peng said with murderous intent.

Wang Fu nodded when he heard this. All monks from all sects should die. The smile on his face disappeared, and he looked stern. He looked at the formation barrier in the sky, which was like a huge sea bowl upside down. He was about to fly up and take action, but was stopped by Zhou Peng. He only heard him say:

"Brother Fu, these eighteen people are scattered in all directions to maintain the formation. My identity has not been exposed yet. I am still their uncle. In order to prevent them from escaping, when I gather them together, you show up again, you and I. They took their lives together.”

Looking at that vicissitudes of face with knife marks all over his face, Wang Fu felt a little distressed for no reason. In the past few years, the Luo Yu Sect had been destroyed. Although Zhou Peng, as a genius disciple of the sect, survived, it would definitely be difficult. Combined with the previous Words must also know that Wutong Village is no longer there.

He became a monk of the Wanfa Sect incognito and lived with his enemies all day long. This pain was so deep that he felt deep in his bones. Now, once he releases it, he will look angry and full of murderous intent.

Wang Fu nodded:

"good!"

Zhou Peng smiled casually and turned around to prevent Wang Fu from noticing the tears falling from his eyes, otherwise he would be laughed at again.

He stepped on the summoned flying spiritual weapon, made a calm gesture, and then walked towards the edge of the formation unhurriedly.

Wang Fu looked at Zhou Peng's departing figure, then turned back to look at the four corpses scattered around him. He turned his hand and a small tripod emerged.

"Just in time to dispose of the body."

The small tripod is Wang Fu's biggest secret. No matter who it is, he will not tell it. If Zhou Peng does not leave, even if he gives up the remaining spiritual power on the four foundation-building corpses, Wang Fu will not be exposed.

As for now, it's just a good opportunity to devour spiritual power.

In less than a dozen breaths, the remaining spiritual energy of the four corpses was swallowed up by the small cauldron, and the corpses became shriveled and sunken. The real fire popped out and turned into fly ash in an instant.

Only four storage bags and scattered spiritual weapons were left, which Wang Fu put into his pocket.

As for the person he killed initially, Wang Fu didn't intend to let him go, but when he found it, the body had been smashed into shape and the spiritual power on his body had almost dissipated due to too long, so Wang Fu had no choice but to give up. , leaving a ball of real fire to burn it out.

After doing this, in order to prevent Zhou Peng from having any accidents, Wang Fu took out a disguise talisman and transformed into the appearance of the late Wanfa Sect foundation-building monk who manipulated the top-grade spiritual weapon spear. He used the wind control technique and walked lightly towards Zhou Peng who had just left. Sliding away in the direction.

However, Zhou Peng drove the flying spiritual weapon to the edge of the formation barrier. He stood with his hands behind his back and looked down at the three Wanfa Sect Qi Refining Realm disciples in front of him.

When the three Qi Refining Realm disciples saw Zhou Peng, they immediately saluted respectfully:

"I've met Uncle Peng."

Especially after witnessing the tyrannical power that erupted during the battle in the Foundation Establishment Realm from afar, I didn't even dare to think about going beyond the limits.

"Well," Zhou Peng nodded and said in a deep voice with a straight face, "The rogue cultivator has been killed, so there is no need to maintain the formation. However, you, Uncle Zhao and Uncle Liu, are injured and are being healed under the cliff. The three of you can go Gather others to protect you.”

"Uncle Peng, don't worry, I'll understand later."

The three Wanfa Sect monks did not doubt that he was there, and immediately used the flying magic weapon to go along the formation barrier to notify other fellow sects.

Zhou Peng looked at the three people leaving with a bloodthirsty smile on his lips.

Wutong Village was destroyed, and no monk from the Wan Dharma Sect could feel any pity. Don’t talk about retribution. The world of immortality is so cruel. Even if you did not participate in the destruction of the village and the sect, you have enjoyed the ten thousand benefits. The various benefits of the Dharma Sect have been enjoyed by Wan Dharma Sect after the annihilation of the sect and the village.

When the building collapses, not a single speck of dust is innocent.

Arriving at the cliff he had just designated, Zhou Peng waited patiently for the arrival of the eighteen Qi Refining Realm monks from Wanfa Sect.

But the sudden call made his alarm bells go off, and when he saw who it was, his spine tensed even more.

"Junior Brother Peng..."

He didn't understand why Zhao Tianlong, who had his head cut off, came back to life. His whole body was tense, and his consciousness was even connected to the two spiritual weapons flying swords, ready to take action at any time. However, when he saw the smile on Zhao Tianlong's face that was half a smile, It was immediately clear that this must be Brother Fu.

He simply refused to expose it and continued acting, pretending to be frightened:

"Senior Brother Zhao? You... aren't you dead?"

"Yes, you chopped off my head, and the Lord of Hell didn't accept me, so he put me back." The person who came was naturally Wang Fu, who had used the disguise talisman to disguise himself. He crossed his arms and said with a smile.

Feeling that Zhou Peng's tense muscles had relaxed, Wang Fu naturally understood that he had been noticed, but it was quite interesting to be able to surprise this kid at first sight.

"Prince of Hell? Shouldn't you be in my Brother Fu's Ten Thousand Souls Banner?" Zhou Peng pretended to be confused.

Wang Fu shook his head slightly, stopped pretending, and returned to his original voice, laughing and scolding: "You guys...Zhou Peng, Peng Zhou...you are really good at this."

"Hehe, how can it be compared with Brother Fu." Zhou Peng grinned and immediately focused on Wang Fu's amazing ability to disguise himself, "Brother Fu, where did you learn this ability to disguise yourself? What do you use it for?" The effect of Yinren must be very good, can you teach me? "

"You won't be able to learn it even if I teach you. This is a magical talisman method." Wang Fu shook his head, but he took out ten disguise talismans from his storage bag and threw them away grandly, "But there are ten or twenty disguise talismans. , you can take it and use it first.”

"Brother Fu is awesome." Zhou Peng quickly gave a thumbs up, but it was not difficult to move his hands. He immediately put the ten disguise talismans into the storage bag, as if he was afraid that Wang Fu would regret it.

Wang Fu shook his head slightly and then got down to business. He looked at the sky and saw that the formation barrier was much weaker than before. He couldn't help but say:

"Didn't you say you were going to gather the eighteen disciples of Wanfa Sect? Why are you here alone?"

"Brother Fu, you don't understand this." Zhou Peng explained, "I am their uncle. Isn't it just a matter of one sentence for the uncle to ask them to gather?"

"Don't worry, it won't take long before those eighteen people will come over obediently... to lead them to death."

When it came to the last two words, the killing intent in Zhou Peng's eyes was undisguised.

Seeing how confident he was, Wang Fu could only nod and wait.

Not long after, disciples from Wan Dharma Sect came towards this place. They either controlled flying magic weapons or used spells to glide. Soon, eighteen people arrived in front of the two of them.

"I've met Uncle Zhao..."

"I've met Uncle Peng..."

Wang Fu looked at the eighteen Wan Dharma disciples who were bowing respectfully to him and Zhou Peng, and finally fixed his eyes on a man and a woman.

A look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Without him, I met an acquaintance.