I cast my demon body into immortality

"Ice Spirit Grass, a second-grade spiritual plant, likes a cold, humid environment." Fang Zheng muttered the information about Ice Spirit Grass, feeling the temperature difference at different cave entrances, and constantly changing routes.

The place where Ice Spirit Grass grows is generally very rich in water-attribute demon power. If you have the qualifications of water attribute, the demon cultivator can rely on your keen sense of water-attribute demon power to constantly approach the places where Ice Spirit Grass is prone to appear.

As long as Fang Zheng's Purple Star Mandrill bloodline has two attributes: earth and wood, he can only find traces of the Ice Spirit Grass through this method and luck.

While Fang was carefully searching for the Ice Spirit Grass in the cave, a figure suddenly appeared.

A demon cultivator wore a black scarf on his head, only revealing a pair of deep eyes, exuding a fierce killing intent.

He held a sword-shaped magic weapon and attacked Fang Zheng mercilessly. A sharp sword light pointed directly at Fang Zheng's head, hoping to kill him with one blow.

Fangzheng's demon power surged, he took out the Wanli stick from his storage bag to smash the sword light, and faced Jie Xiu's attack with all his strength.

After failing in one blow, the black scarf demon cultivator showed a fierce look in his eyes and used the sharp sword in his hand to stab Fang Zheng's limbs and head continuously.

The demon power in the body is surging even more, constantly pouring into the magic sword in his hand, increasing the power of the magic sword.

The magical sword is wrapped in demonic power and makes a whistling sound through the air. It is like a gorgeous silver dragon that continuously pierces and blocks Fangzheng's position, pressing forward step by step.

Fang Zheng could only activate the demon power in his body and use the Wanli stick to hit the sword body of the magic sword accurately to dissipate the power of the magic sword.

The black scarf demon cultivator and Fang Zheng crossed paths and turned behind Fang Zheng. The magic sword suddenly turned around, stirring the air and making a swishing sound, and stabbed Fang Zheng in the heart.

Fang Zheng's hair stood on end, not daring to be distracted. He poured demon power into the Ten Thousand Demon Stick to deflect the magic sword, and kicked the black scarf demon cultivator's chest hard with his right foot.

The black scarf demon cultivator placed the magic sword in front of his chest, and Fang Zheng used the force to get out of the black scarf demon cultivator's reach.

After many battles just now, Fang Zheng has already tested the strength of the black scarf demon cultivator, which is probably at the peak of the first level.

The black scarf demon cultivator who was fighting with Fang Zheng also frowned secretly. Didn't he say that ordinary disciples only have the strength of the mid-first level? Why is it so difficult?

"After fighting for so long, it seems you have no accomplices." Fang Zheng grinned and took back the Wanli stick.

"What do you mean, you think you've got me?" The black scarf demon cultivator didn't understand Fang Zheng's move to withdraw his weapon.

With a shake of his right hand, he picked up a sword flower and charged towards Fang Zheng like a silver dragon with an extremely powerful momentum.

"God Eater" Fang Zheng shouted lowly, and the demonic power was injected into the location of the soul. The looming projection of a miniature version of the Purple Star Mandrill appeared behind Fang Zheng, opening his big mouth like a black hole descending.

The black scarf demon cultivator felt the terrifying killing intent of life and death, his hair stood on end, and he trembled all over. He subconsciously poured all the demonic power around him into the defensive magic weapon on his body to defend against Fang Zheng's killing blow.

Then it was of no use. The black scarf demon cultivator only felt a crazy invisible attraction coming from the projection of the monster opposite, pulling at the soul in his body crazily.

As if a strong wind was blowing the dead leaves on the tree, the soul of the gold-eating spirit rat was pulled out from the body of the black scarf demon cultivator, and was swallowed up by the purple star mandrill projection.

The body of the black scarf demon cultivator, who had no soul to rest on, fell to the ground, and the magic sword lost its light and went straight into the ground, dim.

After swallowing the soul of the black scarf demon cultivator, Fang Zheng only felt a cool breath emerging from his brain where the soul was located. He felt refreshed and his thoughts surged like a spring. He could understand some of the magic techniques that he had not understood in the past.

Facing demon cultivators of the same level, Fang Zheng only used less than [-]% of his demonic power to activate the God-Eating Technique, and there was no pressure when attacking the soul. It seemed that the attack limit of the God-Eating Technique was higher than he thought.

Arriving next to the black scarf demon cultivator's body, Fang Zheng directly took off the demon cultivator's storage bag and stuffed the body, including the magic sword that had just fallen, into the storage bag.

The sound of the fight and the vibration of the demon power could easily attract other demon cultivators. Fang Zheng had to leave the place as soon as possible, find a hole to get in, and run for miles before he dared to stop and check his harvest.

Fang Zheng took off the demon cultivator's veil. It was discovered that this demon cultivator was not anyone from the three major sect teams.

Is it the secret hand of other sects, or is it someone else who got into the Shuanghan Cave?

Fang Zheng also discovered that the soul of the demon cultivator he killed using the God-Eating Technique was completely devoured.

There was no soul fluctuation in the corpse, and it was easy for others to notice the strangeness of the corpse, so Fang Zheng had to dispose of the corpse.

Opening the seized storage bag, I was surprised to find that in addition to two hundred demon crystals and several bottles of elixirs, there were also two Ice Spirit Grasses in the storage bag.

It's true that a horse can't fatten without night grass, and a man can't be rich without windfall. Fang Zheng's wallet instantly became a little fuller.

Fang Zheng meditated for a while, and after replenishing the demonic power he had just consumed, he was thinking about where to look for the Ice Spirit Grass.

At a corner of the cave ahead, there were suddenly several extremely strong waves of demonic power.

Then there were several deafening explosions of demon power and violent collisions of magic weapons.

The sudden loud sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" was like thunder on the ground in this quiet cave, and the sound was even louder after passing through the unique topography of the cave.

Fang Zheng, who was not far from that position, felt that his eardrums were numb from the shock.

"Are the people from the three major sects fighting?" Fang Zheng frowned slightly, thinking of the black scarf demon cultivator who suddenly appeared just now.

Fang Zheng cautiously approached the front and took a look from a distance. It turned out that three disciples of the Hundred Beast Sect were being fought together by two demon cultivators wearing black scarves.

The demon cultivator wearing a black scarf has murderous intent and fierce moves, all of which are aimed at the opponent's head and limbs.

"There are actually robbery cultivators who broke into the cave and dared to rob and kill us. Aren't you afraid that the three major sects will strangle you?" roared a disciple from the Hundred Beast Sect whose right hand was injured and dripping with blood.

Jie cultivators are some casual cultivators who have not joined the sect. In order to obtain cultivation resources, they do not have any cultivation skills and can only obtain cultivation resources by specializing in robbing and killing monsters.

"Hehe, if you are all dead, no one will know about it." One of the black scarf cultivators let out a cold laugh, and with a sweep of his sword, he directly cut off the head of the Hundred Beasts Sect disciple who just spoke.

Turbulent blood spurted out like a fountain, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

"Junior Brother" Another disciple from the Hundred Beasts Sect had bloodshot eyes and let out a painful wail.

"We are not opponents. Let's go separately, find other brothers, and join forces to kill all these tribulation cultivators." The remaining disciple of the Hundred Beasts Sect was very clear-headed, threw out his magical weapon, and repeled the tribulation cultivators who were about to take advantage of the opportunity. build.

Then, demon power poured into his legs, like a big bird rising into the sky, flipping and jumping, and fled dozens of feet away in just a few breaths.

"Leave this one to me, and you go chase the other one." The eyes of the two black scarf cultivators met and they quickly determined their goals.

Seeing his other junior brother leaving here, the disciples of the Hundred Beasts Sect who had just been in pain also woke up and fled in another direction.