Yun Lei's stiff body returned to normal after a while, and his clothes were all wet. Countless monks around him, in Qi training, in the Foundation Establishment stage, and even had a few breaths of golden elixir monks.

These monks respectfully faced the depths of the canyon. The lead clouds in the distance were rotating, forming a crimson and strange vortex. Yun Lei knew that someone had broken through his cultivation level! But this kind of pressure and scale were definitely not a breakthrough in the Golden Pill.

And it is not right to say that it is in the Nascent Soul stage! I was fortunate to meet the master with my master. He was a peerless powerful man at the sixth level of Nascent Soul, but his pressure seemed to be less terrifying than that person now.

After Yun Lei returned to normal, he did not dare to continue moving and running. Others respectfully lowered their heads. Wouldn't you beg for death when you walk around? And with the huge pressure, he simply needed all his strength to resist, and he had the strength to escape.

The figure of the Seven-Dao Jindan Stage is closest to the vortex, and carefully feels the changes in the aura of the Nascent Soul Cultivator's breakthrough and resists the pressure. Although the methods used to practice evil methods here are very different from those used, as long as the foundation is built, you can control the mental abnormality that destroys everything and is bloodthirsty and violent.

Of course, the price is to use stones and the essence and blood of the monks, and the pills made from bone marrow are often swallowed. Only by advancing to the Golden Pill stage can you directly refine evil stones and use more effective methods to improve your cultivation, so that you will not be controlled by the murdered evil forces and become a monster who only knows how to kill. What's more, the cultivation level that has no hope can be improved, and it can be enjoyed for dozens or hundreds of years. Who can refuse it?

With an extremely powerful pressure, after an hour, the huge vortex gradually disappeared slowly, and the crimson lead clouds seemed to have become much thinner. Most monks in the canyon were crawling on the ground.

A tyrannical and evil voice came from under the dissipating vortex: From today on, the deity is called Evil King, and this valley is the Evil King Valley.

Before he finished speaking, the leading Jindan monk shouted: Evil King, Evil King

Countless monks echoed loudly: Evil King, Evil King, the sound of tsunami, soared into the sky

Starting from today, my Evil King Valley will be born. The monks in the world will know the reputation of my Evil King Valley. The Evil King Valley is within a radius of three thousand miles, and they should all be the sphere of influence of my Evil King Valley.

Any monk who is not my evil king valley, who enters without permission, whoever breaks is killed,

Kill, kill, kill, endless evil aura gathered, and the low-level monk was motivated, holding his weapons, roaring wildly.

Even Yun Lei had his eyes red, suppressing the mania and spiritual riots in his body, while pretending to be like everyone else.

Now, all the monks in the Foundation Establishment stage take the lead in the Qi Training Realm, and then set out to clear out those who occupy our treasures and rob our resources. Anyone who sees them will be killed without mercy. Use the swords in your hands to open up the glory of my Evil King Valley.

Roar, roar, in the gloomy Evil King Valley, countless monks began to move out, and figures, like ants, pushed horizontally towards the direction of the Yuyu River.

The sweat beads on Yun Lei's body seemed to have never stopped. The terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul stage, the danger of being in danger, the shock of the birth of the evil king, and the order to sweep the three thousand miles of the Evil King Valley, one by one news came to his face. When thinking of these strange cultivators, the overwhelming and unprepared treasure hunting monks, and even the killing of those mortals, Yun Lei could not calm down.

The high-speed running without any pauses, no flying sky, and his spiritual power was not enough to support the full flight of more than 4,000 miles. Moreover, there were no one thousand evil cultivators in the middle and late stages of foundation building, and there were seven or eight hundred. After the gloomy and weird Valley of the Evil King, countless monks were surging forward like waves. As time went by, the trend of mountains and rivers changed and distributed in the vast snowfield, and the crowd decreased.

Some have changed directions, while many are chasing monks entering the snow field, and more are heading to the place where the mountain ranges explode, and there are only more treasure hunters. Yun Lei was filled with anger and powerlessness when facing many monks who were hunted and killed. He understood his goal, which was to do his best to return to the small town of Zhouzhuang and warn the sect.

People in the same direction as Yun Lei gradually decreased, but they were basically all cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage. The purpose was different, but the direction was the same. Yun Lei secretly held the spirit stone in his hand, recovered the spiritual power he consumed, and swallowed spiritual medicines that had decreased more and more. The speed was gone, and many evil cultivators were curious. How could this monk who seemed to be the second level of foundation building be so crazy? He was about to reach the Yuyu River for four or five hundred miles. There was no intention of pausing. Could it be that the bloody moon made this person unable to completely suppress the bloodthirsty thoughts even if he built the foundation.

The dozen monks following Yun Lei couldn't help but slow down. A little further away from Yun Lei, no one was willing to face a monk controlled by evil thoughts, even if they were evil cultivators themselves.

Gradually, the distance was more than ten or twenty miles apart. Yun Lei secretly calculated the distance. He had just turned a mountain and the monk behind him could not see him. He suddenly soared into the air. A silver flying sword appeared under his feet, reaching the extreme speed, flying towards the south bank of the Yuyu River more than 300 miles away.

Time passed, and in another cup of tea, more than a dozen foundation-building monks appeared at the mountain pass. Looking around, there were vast snow fields, low and sparse vegetation, and rolling hills in the distance. At first glance, you can see the 50 or 60 miles of views.

Let me tell you, can the fastest-running boy still run? Anyway, I can't do it anymore, so we'd better wait for the follow-ups. Or just the ones who are just us, go to the south bank of the river, which is asking for death, not making a fortune.

A thirty-year-old monk in a blood-red robe said. Dozens of people were walking on snow, not in a hurry at all. They looked around and suddenly someone said: No! At that kid's speed, why can't they see people?

What does it mean? Looking at the deserted snow fields that are visible in front of you, someone said: Don’t be slaughtered!

No, you can look carefully. If there is a battle, there will definitely be traces. The leader of the blood-red robe monk said.

A charming female monk next to her looked at her for a long time, and when she saw that no one was talking, she couldn't help but say: It wasn't that she had fought, but that the weapon had flew away.

Everyone looked at the woman in confusion, with many looking at her convex and convex breasts and buttocks, her eyes shining.

The woman frowned and was displeased with everyone's eyes. She said fiercely: It seems that there are many blind people! She ran all the way, and her footprints were so obvious, but when she arrived here, she suddenly broke. It wasn't flying, could she escape from the ground?

For a moment, more than twenty monks remained silent.
Chapter completed!