Fantasy Starts With The Ancient Eucharist

Canglan Town.

"It's boring." A disciple in white drew a sword from a corpse, wiped the blood and reinserted it into the scabbard. "I thought I would meet a Fushan school disciple, but I didn't expect it to be a group of old, weak and sick."

"The strongest town in the whole town is only the third rank of Spirit Grade. I really don't know what use this kind of town is."

The Tsing Yi disciple next to him interjected.

He is very depressed.

In the whole town, there was not even a piece of low-grade Spirit Stones that could be cultivated.

In the Canglan Continent, Spirit Stones are necessary for all cultivator cultivation, and naturally they are also the basis for cultivator trading. According to quality, Spirit Stones are divided into the third rank. Ten thousand low-grade Spirit Stones can be exchanged for a medium-grade Spirit Stones, and ten thousand medium-grade Spirit Stones can be exchanged for a high-grade Spirit Stones.

In addition to this third rank, there are more advanced and exquisite Spirit Stones. However, this only exists in the legend.

But at the moment, I have bothered to not even get a Spirit Stones!

Thinking of this, the Tsing Yi disciple couldn't help kicking the corpse.

"Hey!"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

Tsing Yi disciple turned around, and saw the three-meter-high Qiuluo carrying a giant axe, and the shadow cast by him had already enveloped him.

"Are you a Qingfeng school disciple?"

"Just...it's daddy me! What's wrong?"

Although Tsing Yi was afraid, his status as a disciple of the Qingfeng School still gave him an infinite sense of security.

"Then you die."

Before he could react, Qingtian's giant axe instantly split him in half!

He wiped the blood on the ground in disgust, and Qiuluo turned his head and roared.

"Who else?!!"

"Who else is a Qingfeng disciple!"

At this time, a yellow-clothed disciple led a large number of people over.

"Bold thief, how dare you attack the Qingfeng Sect disciples and take your life!"

They are more or less stained with blood.

"An ant who doesn't know what to do."

Qiuluo let out a cold snort, holding the axe in both hands, and actually began to spin on the spot.

"Ghost Storm!"

With a loud shout, the whole Canglan town instantly drenched in wind, and countless ghosts and axes were looming in the sound of the howling wind.

this!

The yellow-clothed disciple who hurried over looked at everything in front of him in amazement. Before he could even make a scream, he and everyone behind him turned into pieces...

When Xiao Lin came with Lin Yu, Qiuluo stood in the middle of the town carrying a huge axe. Around him, countless blood clots flew across, and the gurgling blood dripped into a river of blood.

Not far away, dozens of surviving townspeople stared blankly at the bloody square, many of them had weak legs and fainted several times.

Xiao Lin looked at the tragic situation in front of him, adding a point to Qiu Luo's vigilance.

It is absolutely impossible to reveal that he is no longer the original Emperor Underworld.

Kaitian Venerable, really terrifying!

After half a day.

With the help of Xiao Lin and Qiu Luo, the townspeople buried the bodies of their relatives and cleaned up the blood and corpses all over the floor.

Canglan Town Square.

Xiao Lin stood on the stone platform in the center of the square, looking down at everything around him. Behind him, Qiu Luo stood majestically holding a giant axe.

In the audience, the mayor and dozens of surviving townspeople looked at Xiao Lin in awe.

"Thanks... Thank you, my lord, for saving our town!"

The mayor stepped out and couldn't kneel down.

Although the person in front of him was cruel, it was him who saved the town he relied on for his livelihood!

"You are Welcome."

Xiao Lin bent down to help the mayor.

"En...Benefactor!"

Suddenly, an immature male voice came from the side.

Looking back, it was Lin Yu who came over by an old woman.

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