Mortal Cultivation: I, Li Feiyu, Cultivate Through Attributes

In the southeast of this mountain range, there is a mountain that looks like a poisonous snake.

There are only dozens of scattered towering old trees growing on the mountain, with vines of different thicknesses twined around them, as well as some unknown weeds and wild flowers.

According to some descriptions in the original book, this mountain range is called Silver Snake Mountain.

Li Feiyu rode on the wind, stepping on the void with his feet, as if walking on flat ground, his long hair danced wildly, his clothes flew in the air, and he made a hunting sound.

After a while, he flew to the top of Silver Snake Mountain.

Looking around, the trees on the mountain look very strange. The trunk of each tree is as thick as a water tank, and it takes at least two people to hug it.

The leaves on the tree are also very strange. The leaves look like a broken crescent moon.

Under the sunlight, the leaves emit a dazzling silver light.

From this point of view, it is not groundless for people to call this mountain range Silver Snake Mountain.

Then, Li Feiyu looked forward, walking step by step to the edge of the mountain, looking down at the scenery below.

But there was a low mountain peak deep in the cliff, and blazing flames were burning in several places, accompanied by a curl of thick smoke.

Seeing this, Li Feiyu rose into the sky and turned into a bright red light, flying from the edge of the cliff towards the mountain peak like a meteor streaking across the sky.

When he landed at the foot of the mountain, he discovered that the mountain peak was actually a volcano.

At this moment, a gust of hot wind blew over from the back mountain, carrying a pungent smell of sulfur.

Li Feiyu listened carefully, and there seemed to be a slight roar deep in the volcano, as if the magma and stone layers inside the volcano were rubbing violently.

After pondering for a moment, he continued walking towards the back mountain.

On the way, inadvertently, a group of monks wearing various colored robes appeared near a crater in the northeast. Each occupied a piece of territory, sitting cross-legged and concentrating on practicing.

Judging from the attire of those monks, they should be from different sects, including some Taoist and Demonic monks.

It's just that the realm of those monks is generally low, generally between the foundation building stage and the elixir forming stage.

Among them, the vast majority of monks are in the foundation-building stage, and only a few have entered the elixir-building stage.

Li Feiyu continued to move forward, intending to enter the depths of the volcano and use the natural flames in the bottom layer to refine the ice flame umbrella as quickly as possible.

Unexpectedly, just as he was approaching one of the craters, two alchemy monks wearing gray robes suddenly jumped up from the ground.

"Boy, this is the training place for our monks. No one else is allowed to enter without permission. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed without mercy."

Li Feiyu Dingqing took a look and found out that these two monks were both low-level disciples of Yinluo Sect.

Judging from the auras emanating from the two of them, they were both monks in the elixir-forming stage. No wonder they behaved so wildly after seeing him.

Before, when he was in the mine, he wanted to kill a few more monks from the Yinluo Sect, but due to the large number of people on the other side, he was not able to get his wish.

Now, these two little disciples of the Yinluo Sect who were in the alchemy stage dared to stop him from entering the depths of the volcano. They were really impatient.

After pondering for a moment, Li Feiyu's face turned cold, and a cold light shot out from his eyes. He made hand seals and chanted a spell. Suddenly, a flying sword flew away from him, like a divine rainbow, floating in the arms of two Yinluo Sect monks. Above the head.

At this moment, facing the provocation of the two Yinluo Sect monks, no matter how good-tempered Li Feiyu was, he couldn't help but feel really angry in his heart.

"This is a place of cultivation where the capable live. What strength do you have? How dare you speak such arrogant words here!"

Hearing this, the Yinluo Sect monk on the left became angry. He waved his sleeves and robes, and immediately a flag flew out, fluttering in the wind, and making a clattering sound.

The monk from the Yinluo Sect on the right did not sit idly by. He quickly formed a magic formula with both hands and patted his shoulder. A bright brilliance flashed past and turned into a dark fishing net.

Then, the two Yinluo Sect monks shouted loudly, and two waves of demonic energy emerged, rolling, and quickly converged towards their respective magic weapons.

Then, the flag was brilliant, and ten ferocious ghosts jumped out, accompanied by the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and launched a fierce attack on Li Feiyu.

At the same time, the fishing net flew out immediately, forming a giant net that swooped down from the sky in an attempt to cover Li Feiyu.

Seeing this, Li Feiyu moved, leaving an afterimage on the spot, and quickly avoided the attack of the flag flag and fishing net.

Then, among the lightning and flint, Li Feiyu soared into the sky. With a finger of his right hand, the flying sword suspended in the void suddenly turned into a ray of light. It was as fast as lightning and unstoppable. In an instant, it flew from the flag and the banner. The fishing net runs through the middle.

Suddenly, with a deafening explosion, the flags and fishing nets turned into a pile of powder, scattered in the void, and disappeared.

The bodies of the two Yinluo Sect monks were shaken violently, with a look of horror on their faces as they blurted out.

"What! With just one move, my Soul-Eating Banner was shattered by a sword!"

"This power is so powerful that it can almost instantly kill a master in the Dan Formation stage. Could it be... could this person be a strong man in the Nascent Soul stage!"

Li Feiyu looked up to the sky and smiled, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.

In an instant, the aura that should be expected in the late Nascent Soul stage spread quickly around like a ripple.

Feeling the tremendous pressure, the two Yinluo Sect monks were so frightened that they turned around and ran in different directions.

How could Li Feiyu let the two of them off so easily? He rose into the air, made a hand seal, used the strong spiritual power in his body to activate the flying sword, and quickly pursued the two in the direction of their escape.

After the two Yinluo Sect monks ran some distance away, they were secretly glad that they had saved a life.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, without warning, a sword light suddenly appeared out of thin air, containing a masculine and awe-inspiring power. It completely ignored the protective light shields on the two people, and instantly fell from their throats. Weared it.

The two Yinluo Sect monks groaned, and a slender wound appeared in the middle of their throats, and a pool of bright red blood was flowing out.

Li Feiyu had no expression on his face, raised his hands, condensed two balls of Shura Holy Fire, and threw them on the corpses of the two Yinluo Sect monks.

After a while, blazing flames enveloped the two corpses, and a burning smell kept coming out, quickly burning them into a pile of ashes.

Seeing this scene, some nearby monks who were practicing cross-legged approached Li Feiyu.

Li Feiyu didn't want to waste precious time with those low-level monks anymore. He jumped up into the air and landed on one of the boulders. He looked down at all the low-level monks present and gave him a wave of energy that could only be possessed by late Yuanying monks. The majestic breath is released.