I am cultivating immortality in the chaotic world.

Chapter 82 "There was once an evil cultivator named Wan Yaozi!"

The talismans he gave to the scholar were of no use. Not a single disciple of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect escaped from the poisonous fog swamp, and all died in the swamp.

At this time-

The barefoot immortal ghost with white pupils strode out of the poisonous swamp carrying a skinny corpse of an old man and threw the corpse in front of Chen Lu.

"The most enjoyable thing is the process of collecting corpses."

With a smile on his face, Chen Lu wrapped his arms with spiritual energy and carefully took off all the storage rings and other items on the old man's body. He even took away his shoes and trousers. Maybe they were some excellent spiritual treasures.

Followed by.

Thousands of demon monks also came out, each carrying hundreds of corpses of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's disciples and dumped them on the open ground.

Feilong and his companions walked up quickly and took off the storage bags and storage rings around his waist.

“I really can’t fit any more.”

Feilong opened his robe, revealing dozens of storage bags tied with ropes from his chest to his thighs, and the inner pockets containing dozens of storage rings. With a slight shake, one could hear the clanging sound of metal colliding.

He couldn't help but let out an extremely happy smile, the corners of his mouth almost reaching his ears.

"Brother Lu, I am really full this time. I can't be fuller."

“It’s almost full.”

The storage bag and storage ring both have separate small spaces and cannot be placed inside each other.

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Chen Yu rolled his eyes at Fei Long and said nothing. He was the owner of the small world called "Chaotian Sect". With that little space, he could have enough space for 100,000 storage rings. But Fei Long insisted on hanging some on himself, saying that this would make him feel happy.

He didn't stop it.

Anyway, there won’t be any fierce battle next, so if you want to hang around, just let Feilong go.

What is hanging on Feilong's body is only a small part, most of it is in his small world of "Chaotian Sect".

He looked down at the black golden elixir that was struggling on the tip of the sword, and did not take it immediately. The vengeful spirit of the fourth-level golden elixir was still nearby. If he took this golden elixir now, the resentment brought by the two golden elixir spirits would crush him in an instant!

He planned to leave the severely injured fourth-level Jindan ghost and the remaining demon cultivator ghosts here, and when the time came, they would automatically disappear between heaven and earth.

He now has more than 300 vengeful spirits of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect's disciples on his body, all of whom are in the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stages. When he swallows this golden elixir later, he will have one more vengeful spirit at the golden elixir level.

It will still be uncomfortable though.

But at least there is no risk of resentment entering the body like just now.

Compared to carrying a trump card of a golden elixir and a first-layer resentful spirit with you, it would be a bit uncomfortable at ordinary times, after all, it is better to be uncomfortable at ordinary times than to be helpless when encountering danger.

Just when they took off all the storage rings, storage bags, magic treasures, etc. from the corpses and were ready to leave.

Chen Yu suddenly looked at the pile of corpses thoughtfully: "What do you think? Should we leave a name? Say we were killed by Daxia's priest?"

From the reaction of the barefoot immortal in Wentian Market, he roughly figured out something. It should be that the capital had already learned about the invasion of the demons and sent a Daxia priest to suppress the disaster.

This Great Xia priest did not want to be wronged. After suppressing the disaster, he looted the Wentian Market.

He happened to be framed for something else. Although he did have this idea, he hadn't taken any action yet!

That’s the owner of Wentian Market!
They probably have a lot of good spiritual treasures and talismans on them. If they were not destined to die, how could they be standing here at this moment? What he hates most in his life is to be blamed for something.
A little revenge?
"No."

Fei Long shook his head helplessly: "Brother Lu, your frame-up is too obvious. What's more, you don't even know which Daxia priest it is. You should at least leave a name, right?"

"that."

At this moment, the scholar at the side asked cautiously and hesitantly: "How about saying that it was Daxia's number one swordsman Bai Yi who killed the thief on behalf of heaven?"

Then, before Chen Lu and the others could speak, he hurriedly shook his head in embarrassment.

"Well, just pretend I didn't say anything."

"I just said it casually. It's not right. I don't have much idea about being famous. After all, I am already very satisfied with being ranked 986th on the "Fame Ranking". But Wan Yaozi is ranked 712th, which feels a bit inappropriate."

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Fei Long looked at the scholar expressionlessly, and after a moment he said word by word: "You don't sound like someone who doesn't care about fame."

"Since the "Fame Ranking" came into being, I remember we have been very busy, right? How do you find the time to look at the Fame Ranking?"

"You even found your own and Wan Yaozi's rankings right away. You couldn't wait to find out if your name was on the list as soon as it came out, did you?"

Just as Chen Lu shook his head and was about to end the topic, wrap up the business here and go to a nearby big city.

"Jie Jie Jie!!!"

A voice carrying cruel and tyrannical laughter appeared in the ears of several people, and then a red light shot out from the horizon and landed in front of them in the blink of an eye.

This red light was actually composed of blood mist all over the sky.

After the blood mist dissipated.

A ragged man with wounds all over his body, with a line of dried blood hanging from the corner of his mouth, looked at the hundreds of poison cultivator corpses on the open ground in front of him with a ferocious and greedy expression and said excitedly.

"It's really God's will that I, Wan Yaozi, will not be destroyed!"

"Heaven will not destroy me, my lord!"

"These corpses of poison cultivators will be excellent blood food, which can greatly restore my injuries. I smell it, I smell the scent of fresh blood food."

The words fell.

Wan Yaozi suddenly realized something and looked with deep horror at the skinny body of an old man in the pile of corpses that was emitting a strong smell of blood. There was actually a body of a Jindan poison cultivator here.

And it looks like he died recently.

Could it be that there is some powerful Jindan here?
He took a quick glance and saw only a few men standing around, and the empty index fingers on the corpses. He immediately realized that not long ago, an extremely powerful Jindan cultivator must have slaughtered these poison cultivators and taken away all their storage rings.

These men must have been passing by and sensed the fluctuations of the battle, so they were ready to come and pick up the corpses.

After Wan Yaozi figured it out, he looked at Chen Yu and his group with a sinister smile. The blood mist in his hand surged out again and turned into a sledgehammer. He pressed forward towards Chen Yu and his group step by step: "Since you are here, don't leave. Turn into my blood food."

"It can be considered as a small contribution to my revenge plan."

"Let everyone in the world know that there was once an evil cultivator called..."

"Wan Yaozi!"

(End of this chapter)