Shushan Sign In For A Hundred Years, I Will Be A Saint With A Sword

He even felt that the journey was a bit boring and he took out his own jerky and fried nuts and ate them.

Looking at the surrounding Baiyun's mentality was a delight.

This is the advantage of every disciple of the Shushan cultivator practicing the swordsmanship.

Just release your own sword and let the sword fly with you.

It doesn't matter if you step on it or lie on it.

Of course, it is different from fighting with swordsmanship.

Flying swords is extremely costly in the Cultivation Base, and flying a hundred miles requires at least one of the Spirit Power in Dantian, a disciple of the Foundation Building.

That is, one Shushan disciple in Baili's fuel consumption.

This is a drizzle to Zhuo Fan.

"Is it lucky or bad for me? I signed up for a martial arts book as soon as I arrived."

"It's a pity that I mainly learn swords!"

The reason for not staying at the Shendaomen for more time and signing up for some good things before leaving is because the path of the Shendaomen is not suitable for Zhuo Fan.

The places he signs in are naturally good places that are good for his own Cultivation Base.

Without Xue Jian's company, I always feel that something is missing.

Lying on the sword, Zhuo Fan began to tilt his legs, his expression was quite complicated.

Thinking of all the experiences in the past few days, I feel that time has passed by really fast.

And he has been in this world for almost eleven years.

Although in the eyes of outsiders, he is a handyman disciple who works as a salted fish.

But in fact, outsiders didn't even know the efforts he made in private.

In fact, he has been working hard every day to achieve what he is now.

Zhuo Fan touched his chin while thinking about life.

A dark cloud spanning dozens of miles appeared in the sky in front of him.

Among the surrounding blue sky and white clouds, it appears to be a particularly eye-catching sight.

It was as if a drop of ink was dripping on water, and it turned black in an instant.

"Why is there a large black cloud in front of you, and it is also full of grievances and toxins?"

"Let me take a look and talk about it!"

Zhuo Fan looked at the rather abnormal dark clouds floating in the sky ahead, and the smell in the air.

The good mood is gone all at once.

Next, he instinctively sensed that these things were unusual.

A golden light flashed in his eyes, and Zhuo Fan's eyes became like telescopes.

I penetrated the dark clouds in an instant, saw the world below, and understood the environment.

Seeing the world under the dark clouds, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but take a breath.

One village after another was silent, and the people and livestock lay straight on the ground.

His complexion was black, as if he had been poisoned.

And it stretches for a radius of about tens of miles.

This is true in every village.

Only a few people who were harder and still struggling remained.

It's just estimated to be fast too.

As long as they can't get out of this area, they have to wait for death in their mortal bodies.

So many dead people!

The unpleasant smell in the air seems to be miasma. Could it be that these people and livestock inhaled the miasma that caused the deaths and injuries so severe.

But why didn't I see people from the government? Should such a big matter happen, the official uniform should send someone to deal with it!

Seeing this tragic scene below, Zhuo Fan was not in the mood to continue on his way.

Reach out.

The infinite power of heaven and earth exploded in his hands.

A powerful suction appeared, drawing the miasma within dozens of miles into the palm.

It was easily resolved by Zhuo Fan with Supreme Spirit Power, condensed into a glass bead and burned with spiritual fire.

With his current Cultivation Base, the mere miasma is naturally not a problem.

It's just that these ordinary people have suffered.

Zhuo Fan's figure fell into a village where there were still a few living people, and saw the tragic situation around him.

After a look, he couldn't help but sigh.

Reach out and wave a few spirit pills to inject them into the mouths of these men to detoxify them.

See this scene.

The few dark-faced men lying on the ground not only did not have the slightest gratitude, but cursed with only the remaining strength.

"It's you here again. It's not enough for you damn bastards to harm us all. You still want to see the jokes of the rest of us, right?"

"Tell you, we will never give you this opportunity."

Seeing the reactions of several people, Zhuo Fan couldn't help but wonder.

"Brother, this is Medicine Pill for detoxification. You can eat it first before you talk to me. I'm afraid you can't stand the poison in your body and you are belching."

"As for what is happening around, can it be man-made?"

Did not pretend that the Earth Immortals realm should have the aura, because these mortals were angry with themselves.

On the contrary, Zhuo Fan recruited a few people more patiently, and then injected them into Spirit Power to eliminate toxins.

Although I felt that the injuries inside my body had healed a lot, several people still gritted their teeth.

"I'm ashamed to say that it's all good things done by those of you who flew down from the sky."

"We're going to be ghosts and we won't let you go."

"As for the methods you use, we won't appreciate it."

The headed man with a sallow complexion and looking a little calm said fiercely.

"Let's get on the road together!"

"Okay. Go on the road with Dage."

Several other men also replied so resolutely.

Then in front of Zhuo Fan, he bit his tongue fiercely.

"Damn, what circumstances managed to save you guys, just want to die like this?"

Zhuo Fan raised his hand as an aura enveloped the five of them, completely recovering the injuries in their bodies and their tongues.

"Don't stop us anymore, the five of our brothers won't give you this opportunity."

"You want to torture us for fun, even if we are mortals, we won't succumb to you."

Although Zhuo Fan was rescued from the ghost gate, the five people once again looked at each other and smiled.

Then he took a knife from there, stabbed him in the chest, and committed suicide.

"Well, did you let me save or not? Suicide is still addictive."

How many twitches did Zhuo Fan's mouth twitch?

Simply, or just forcibly search the memories in their souls.

But putting such a heavy hand on a few mortals might not be so good.

After thinking for a while, Zhuo Fan once again played Supreme Spirit Power before the few life opportunities had dissipated.

Without taking any action from the five of them, Zhuo Fan cast a spell.

Make them immobile.

Then he continued to check the only living people left in the village.

In a small courtyard in the east of the village, a baby was still crying in the cradle.

Let Zhuo Fan have some curiosity.

"It's not easy for a baby to survive in this environment!"

With a heart move, Zhuo Fan came to the small courtyard in a blink of an eye and walked to the cradle.

After seeing this little baby, after checking the other party's situation.

Zhuo Fan knew it all.

It turned out that the opponent was born with a special physique, which is the only way to survive in the previous environment.

This baby is born with special bones and can absorb any energy-carrying substance.

Of course, these miasma are also included.

It's just that he is still a baby after all, and with his current physical strength, it is obvious that he has reached the limit.

Unable to dissolve the toxins in these miasma.

Seeing the baby whose little face had turned black, Zhuo Fan swayed a soft Shennong Hundred Grass Sutra.

"Well, since being able to run into this village shows that you and I are destined, let me help you."

Under Zhuo Fan's power treatment, the miasma in the baby's body was completely absorbed.

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