After breaking through to the eighth level of the Blood Sea Scroll, the vitality has increased sharply and its strength has improved greatly. However, Lin Ke vaguely sensed that the heart and the bloodline's ability to withstand vital energy has become weaker.

In other words, he must continue to increase the strength of his body in order to withstand the increasingly powerful impact of vital energy.

Comparing the flesh to a cauldron, and comparing the vitality to the fire in the cauldron.

Now, the temperature of the flame in the cauldron has increased greatly and it is about to melt the cauldron, so it is only possible to make the cauldron stronger.

"My current vitality is 810 inches, and the vitality of the ninth level of the Blood Sea Scroll reaches 2,400 inches. I have to condense at least fifteen body-refining imprints so that my body can withstand such powerful vitality."

While cultivating the Blood Sea Scroll brought Lin Ke powerful power, it also slowed down his cultivation speed. Moreover, every time he increased his realm, the consumption of resources reached a level of madness.

"The twelfth body refining imprint must be condensed as soon as possible."

Lin Ke is now refining spiritual blood very quickly. After taking a sip, he will have dozens of drops. Soon he will be completely refined and absorbed. The thickness of the vital energy in his body will increase by seven or eight inches.

As long as he can improve his cultivation level, Lin Ke can enter the state of cultivation no matter where he is.

At night.

The cold wind blows on the Qinghu Lake, causing the bamboo forests on Qifeng Island to sway and bamboo leaves to fly all over the sky.

Lin Ke noticed the unusual aura, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the bamboo forest in the distance. He saw a black miasma gushing out of the forest.

And there were heavy footsteps, walking in the forest, stepping on bamboo branches and fallen leaves, coming towards the direction of the forest carving.

"What a strong yin energy. After nightfall, Qifeng Island seemed to become a little weird."

Lin Ke didn't dare to be careless and stared at the direction where the footsteps came.

Gradually, a disheveled figure appeared in his sight, standing on the edge of the bamboo forest, giving people a strange feeling.

"Do you dare to ask if you are also an inner saint of Qifeng Island?" Lin Ke asked.

The figure emitting from the head suddenly raised his head, revealing a shriveled and sallow face, extremely ferocious, and his eyes were blood-red.

It's like a human, or a ghost.

"Ao!"

A sharp long roar was made, and the figure emitting from the heads jumped up more than ten meters high, with a pair of dry palms slapped straight towards Lin Ke.

"Why attack me?"

Lin Ke moved sideways, avoiding the other party.

"Bang."

The dry palm hit the huge rock behind Lin Ke, leaving a huge five-finger handprint half a meter long. The handprint was deep, which shows how powerful the palm was.

Immediately afterwards, the figure with disheveled hair attacked the second attack and hit Lin Ke's abdomen.

The palm wind is extremely cold.

Lin Ke punched him and fought against him.

"Boom."

The powerful fist force stirred up a hurricane, blowing the figure's long hair, revealing an extremely dry face. It was like a layer of old skin covering the skeleton bones, and some of them showed signs of decay.

"It's a dead body."

Lin Ke took a breath and quickly retreated backwards.

A dead body should be buried underground, so why did it crawl out and attack him on his own initiative?

Could it be that Xie Zihan is using psychic techniques to control dead bodies?

"It's really lawless!"

Lin Ke released his soul, covering the entire Qifeng Island, and exploring Xie Zihan's traces.

It would be fine if I didn't investigate, but after I checked, Lin Ke found that there was a lot of cold and cold smell on the island, which was like a piece of evil land of the undead.

No fluctuations in Xie Zihan's vitality were found, nor those of other inner saints. However, the top of the mountain in the center of the island could not be detected, and there seemed to be a very impressive treasure that was resisting his soul.

At the top of the peak, Jie Zang Jian and Jie Xiao stood side by side, looking at the direction of the edge of the island.

Xie Yao said, "How long can he last?"

Xie Zangjian thought for a while and said, "Zangfeng is not weak. As long as you don't meet some powerful guys, you should be fine until dawn."

"Don't forget, he is a body-refining warrior, and it's okay to meet a corpse soldier. What should I do when I encounter a ghost soldier?" Xie Ma said.

Ghost soldiers are illusory spirits, and no matter how strong the body is, it is difficult to cause damage to them.

Only the vital energy of a warrior can hurt the ghost soldiers.

Jie Zangjian smiled and said, "How fast is Zangfeng's speed? It is probably not that easy for ordinary ghosts to catch up with him."

Not far from the Jie brothers and sisters, there were two figures.

One of them was a man in his twenties, holding a spear, with a straight body and three-dimensional facial features. He kept silent, sitting on a stone bench and wiping the tip of the gun.

His name is Zhuge Ming, the tenth level of the "Dawu Sutra".

The other, standing beside Xie Ba, looked only thirteen or fourteen years old, was a cardamom girl. She was covered with jade, with two small braids on her head, and her eyes were big and round.

Her name is Shui Ling'er, the ninth heaven of the "Dawu Jing" and once reached the second place in the outer sect. Many people speculate that if she continues to settle for a year, she may not be able to defeat Bai Yunge, the number one in the "Tiger List".

Unfortunately, she seemed to have no interest in the number one in the "Tiger List". With a rapid speed, she directly hit the ninth heaven and became the youngest master since the establishment of Qinghe Holy Mansion.

"This Tibetan Feng is really just a body-refining warrior. Can he defeat Bai Yunge who has broken through to the ninth level of heaven?" Shui Ling'er blinked her eyes, feeling a little disbelief.

Xie Meng said: "Zangfeng does have real skills, and it is not comparable to those of the children of the good family."

"Hehe, Sister Jae rarely praises a man, so I must take a closer look at what is the power of this Tibetan Feng?" Shui Lingxian smiled playfully.

When Zhuge Ming, who had been wiping the spear while hearing Xie Meng's wife, couldn't help but stare at the foot of the mountain.

At the edge of the island, waves were stirred up, making a "scary" sound.

On the beach, Lin Ke and the dead body with a bunch of hair flew hard for dozens of moves.

“Triples of wind in the wind.”

Lin Ke mobilized eleven body-refining imprints and gathered on his right arm. He suddenly punched him, directly shattering the dead body's arm and throwing his dry body for more than ten feet away.

With a "thump", I fell into Qinghu.

Lin Ke's eyes suddenly turned cold, he looked up at the dangerous peak that was more than a thousand meters high, and shouted: "Xie Zihan, as a saint of Qinghe Holy Mansion, you have done too much!"

Still no response.

On the contrary, more rapid footsteps sounded in the bamboo forest. There were balls of green ghost fires flying out of the forest together with the black miasma.

Lin Ke snorted lightly, used the one-step technique, stepped on the void, and flew to the top of the bamboo forest.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped on the top of the green bamboo and rushed towards the mountain in the center of the island.

He planned to go face to face with Xie Zihan, but he didn't believe it. Hei Wuchang, who is seventh in the Dragon List, is really lawless.

At the top of the mountain, Shui Ling'er showed a look of surprise and said, "A body-refining warrior can actually take advantage of bamboo branches to soar for a long time. How much has his control over power reached?"

In Shuilinger's impression, the body-refining warriors are like Qi Hong, with developed limbs and simple minds, relying on brute force to rush forward. How could they be as flexible and agile as Tibetan sword?

Jie Yao's eyelids shrank and said, "What is he going to do? Why is he coming in our direction?"

"I'm afraid he wants to climb a mountain." Jie Zangjian saw Lin Ke's intention.

Xie Yao said, "How is that possible? If he stayed on the edge of the island, he would probably not meet those powerful guys. However, if he breaks into the depths of the island, he will definitely be a life-threatening death."

"Besides, the strange peak is more than one thousand meters high, with cliffs on all sides, the rocks are hard and smooth, and without the iron locks of the mountain, how could he climb up? No, I have to report to the island owner, don't cause any trouble."

Jie's heart was not as cold as he looked on. He immediately walked into the Taoist temple, not wanting to see Zangfeng dying on Qifeng Island.

With Lin Ke’s current cultivation level, it is not difficult to perform the one-step technique more than ten times in a row.

Stepping on the bamboo top, the speed is extremely fast.

Occasionally, there were corpse soldiers who jumped up from the ground and attacked him. However, they were all hit by the flying knife he had shot in advance and fell again and fell apart.

Lin Ke gradually approached the towering and majestic peak. Suddenly, he stopped and stared at the front with a serious expression.

I saw a tall and thin figure with a pair of black wings on his back, standing at the top of a green bamboo, like a ghost. As the bamboo swayed, he also shook.

"Crash."

A layer of breeze blew up, blowing the hair on his face.

Lin Ke saw his face clearly and looked stunned: "Ten Ghost Olds, Eagle Olds."

No one could have thought that this old devil would appear on Qifeng Island at the headquarters of Qinghe Shengfu.

wrong……

The old eagle's eyes were burning with ghost fire, and there was no life fluctuation on his body. It turned out to be a dead corpse.

Lin Ke remembers that a year ago, the old Eagle was still alive. In order to practice a magical martial arts, he killed thousands of people and drew their blood as a medicine guide.

At that time, the incident caused a huge sensation, and Lin Ke wanted to set out to kill him.

Unexpectedly, this powerful old devil was killed and his body appeared on Qifeng Island?

"No, Zangfeng actually met the Eagle Old." Jie Zangjian's face changed violently, and he was about to go down the mountain to rescue Zangfeng.

"Slow down."

Xie Zihan, wearing a black robe and a white bone mask, walked out of the Taoist temple and said, "What are you doing so urgently? You don't claim that Zangfeng is very strong. The master of this island wants to see how long can he last in the hands of the Eagle Old? If you want to join Qifeng Island, this is an assessment of his strength, so I won't collect waste."
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