Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

As soon as the cold voice fell, a slender figure wearing a black sleeved robe slowly emerged from the colorful vortex.

His expression was indifferent and cold. On either side of his shoulders stood a strange spiritual beast, a bright red bird with vertical feathers, and a small squirrel about the size of a fist with a black horn.

This strange combination made the four demonic monks frown and prepare for the attack. However, when the deputy commander saw that the person who came was only in the late stage of foundation building, he smiled ferociously.

He looked at the slowly disappearing colorful vortex, seemed to remember something, and immediately laughed and said:

"Haha... It is really the blessing of the Demon Ancestor. Before I entered the Fenglei Palace, I met a person here who came out of the Fenglei Palace. Boy, you are very unfortunate. You encountered me as soon as you came out of the Fenglei Palace. I can only blame you for your bad luck. "

"It's simply ridiculous to want to stage a scene of a hero saving a beauty."

"Hand over what you got from Fenglei Palace, and I can save you some suffering."

Seeing that their leader was so confident, the other three demon monks also breathed a sigh of relief. They licked their lips and looked at their prey with a lewd smile again. The looming whiteness in the broken robes made them swallow hard. .

The devil can act as he pleases without restraint. At this moment, what they desire most is clearly displayed on their faces.

When the man in Sanyang Valley saw the young man in black appearing out of thin air, he had hope. However, when the black-robed demon cultivator revealed that the young man in black was also in the late stage of foundation building, he was determined to live or die.

But he still shouted loudly with a glimmer of hope:

"Fellow Taoist, run away quickly. This man is a demon monk who has perfected his foundation. Quickly ask for help from other monks from the five great sects of Great Xia to save my junior sister..."

"puff……"

But before he could finish speaking, the big black palm that held him tightened, and a mouthful of blood came out of his mouth.

The deputy commander of the Demon Cultivator sneered and withdrew his gaze, turning to stare at the young man in black again:

"Escape? No one can escape today."

After saying this, he opened his mouth and spat out, and a magical sound swept through him, and at the same time, he grabbed it from the air with his other hand.

The young man in black is naturally Wang Fu who came out of the Fenglei Palace. Not long ago, he witnessed an unwavering love and the disappearance of a pair of Taoist couples across races. He was not in a good mood at the moment. .

Someone happened to bump into him without mercy, and he happened to see them bullying a Taoist couple. It was inevitable that he would have murderous intentions.

"It's very noisy!"

Looking at the sweeping demonic sound and the giant black palm, Wang Fu looked cold. After spitting out a few words, he immediately flicked his finger, and a red-gold sword light flashing with thunder shot out like a sword. Lightning ripped open the giant black palm in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, the deputy demon cultivator's head was pierced by a look of shock and weakness, and the demonic sound was self-defeating.

"How...possible!" The deputy commander of the Demon Cultivator's eyes widened, his pupils shrank, and he still couldn't believe it. However, the crazily passing vitality and the limp and limp body made him completely dead in less than half a breath. Dead, fell heavily to the ground, blood flowing everywhere.

Everyone was shocked.

The three black-robed demon cultivators reacted this time, and one of them immediately used a magic spell to form a black skull and kill Wang Fu.

The other two demon cultivators fled away in different directions in unison, with a tacit understanding.

But in front of the lightning-like sword light, their speed was as slow as a snail. Before they could even take a breath, the screams of the two fleeing people could be heard. One of them even wanted to use the "Blood Escape Technique", but he made a secret The speed is less than half that of Jian Guang.

While Wang Fu shattered the black skull with one palm, his big hand also pressed on the head of the demon cultivator in front of him.

"What are you doing... ugh..." The demon cultivator's pupils contracted and he was filled with fear. However, as the soul-searching technique forcefully broke into his head, he rolled his eyes and foamed at the mouth in an instant.

When Wang Fu took back his hand, his vitality was gone.

Then, in the frightened eyes of the man in Sanyang Valley, a large black and red flag appeared. With a slight sway, four souls disappeared into it.

Collect the storage bag and burn the corpse with real fire, all in one go.

After doing this, Wang Fu was about to leave. He had just searched for souls and already knew where Gu Taoist's life Gu White Thread Cicada was. It happened that while the Fenglei Palace was closed, the remaining people were randomly teleported. Tong Hou and Gai Lao of the Demon Sect may not be able to rescue each other in time and kill the Gu Taoist.

Wang Fu always felt uneasy about this old guy not dying.

"Senior, senior, stay!" came the voice of the man from Sanyang Valley.

After Wang Fu killed the deputy demon cultivator, he broke away from the restraints and came to his junior sister. He took off his blood-stained robe to cover his delicate and trembling body. At this moment, he saw that his savior was about to leave. , regardless of the pain all over his body, he hurriedly bowed to Wang Fu.

"Junior Sanyang Gu Qurong, this is junior junior sister Zhuo Juan. We are grateful to senior for saving us, and we also ask senior to tell us our names. When we return to the master, we will do our best to express our gratitude to senior."

Wang Fu turned his face slightly, his face neither happy nor sad, and said calmly:

"No need, it's just a matter of effort."

"Most of the foundation-building monks from Sanyang Valley who entered the ruins have been enslaved by the Blood Demon Sect. If you two want to survive, just find a place to hide and wait for the exit of the ruins to open."

The man who called himself Qu Rong wanted to say something after hearing this, but at this moment there were two sounds of speeding in the distance. He looked intently and saw two figures in white robes speeding towards him. Overjoyed.

"He's a senior from Wanfamen...senior..."

However, the next moment, Qu Rong's face suddenly froze, his smile stopped, and then disappeared, instantly turning into a complex emotion of fear, confusion, etc.

It was because the two brothers from the Wanfa Sect had not come close to them, and the sword light that looked like red-gold thunder shot out by the senior who saved them in front of them pierced their heads.

He fell ten feet away, dead as hell.

Wang Fu glanced at Qu Rong slightly.

Qu Rong swallowed his saliva, faced Wang Fu's eyes, and couldn't help but take a half step back, but stretched out his hand to protect his sister behind him.

Seeing this, Wang Fu raised a barely detectable smile at the corner of his mouth, and took a few steps to the two monks from the Wanfa Sect.

Confining souls, touching corpses, and burning fire, a set of movements that were terrifyingly skilled.

After doing all this, Wang Fu looked back at the two and disappeared.

Seeing this, Qu Rong fell directly to the ground, gasping for air.

"Master, Senior Brother..." Zhuo Juan tightly grasped the robe from Senior Brother, and the fear in her eyes had not completely disappeared.

Qu Rong patted Junior Sister's cold hands due to nervousness, indicating that everything was fine.

"Senior Brother, am I useless?" Zhuo Juan looked at the wounds on Qu Rong's body and felt distressed.

"How could Junior Sister think like this? It's Senior Brother who protected you too well." Qu Rong stretched out his fingers and tidied Zhuo Juan's messy black hair.

Zhuo Juan's cheeks flushed.

"Fortunately, that senior rescued me, otherwise Senior Brother would really be blamed for his death, alas..." Qu Rong was terrified when he thought of the powerlessness just now. Deep in his heart, he secretly made up his mind to work hard to practice, gain more powerful strength, and protect Junior Sister for life.

"That senior..." Zhuo Juan thought of the terrifying method of the black-clothed young man who raised his hand to kill the perfect foundation-building demon cultivator, and his mind trembled, and he also showed gratitude. If not, her end would be... extremely miserable.

But she remembered that two of her senior brothers from Wanfa Sect were also killed when they raised their hands, and her expression became complicated again. She was a little overwhelmed and said:

"Senior brother, that senior killed the cultivators from Wanfa Sect..."

Before Zhuo Juan finished speaking, a finger was placed on her delicate lips. After Qu Rong looked around, he solemnly reminded her in a low voice:

"Junior sister, keep this to yourself and don't mention it to anyone."

"That senior saved you and me, no matter if he is an evil cultivator or a righteous cultivator, he is our savior. We must not do ungrateful things and cause trouble for the senior."

Zhuo Juan felt the heat on her lips, her cheeks flushed, and she nodded absentmindedly, but she also agreed with her senior brother's words, suppressing the death of the two cultivators from Wanfa Sect in her heart and hoping to get rid of it.

"Don't worry, senior brother, junior sister will wake up..."