"Du Qizheng, the thirteenth on the Laowu Appraisal List" While absorbing it, Meng Fan glanced at Du Qi's vicissitudes of life and murmured to himself.
He originally didn't know who Du Qizheng was, but the first time he heard Du Qizheng's name was when he heard it from the heavenly being on the sixth floor in the Immortal Space.
But after some troubles from the Zhong gang leader, he knew Du Qizheng's identity.
When he was in Qingqiu City, someone with ulterior motives named him the second darling of the Eighteenth Layer Mountain.
At that time, someone flattered him and congratulated him, saying that he had achieved such an achievement at such a young age and would definitely be able to enter the entire cultivation world in the future.
The martial arts appraisal list, the longevity martial arts appraisal list, the people on the list are all human masters.
At that time, he knew that there was a Lao Shi Zi Wu Ping Bang.
"Old Du, you should keep a low profile," Meng Fan suddenly sighed inexplicably, "Look, you were shot to death as soon as you came out of the mountain and made your name known.
What a pity."
Even though Du Qizheng had great glory in the past and was well-known in the cultivation world, he is dead now, and his death was very painful.
He came out again this time, and maybe he wanted to achieve greater glory again, but he didn't have any chance.
"I can also learn from you and must be more low-key."
Meng Fan warned himself seriously, and made up his mind that even if he could dominate the martial arts rankings in the future, he would never compete for any ranking.
He would fight with whoever ranked him.
“Sure enough, something went wrong.”
After a while, Meng Fan withdrew his hand from Du Qizheng, raised his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Qiankun Duqi in the bowl was practicing soul arts.
I don't know how many people he had sucked.
His soul aura was extremely rich, several times more than that of ordinary practitioners.
But with his death, everything fell silent.
Meng Fan did not absorb any benefit from him.
"You should really stab that Zhong gang leader to death with an arrow."
Meng Fan felt very uncomfortable in his heart.
If Gang Leader Zhong didn't take action, he would at most beat Du Qizheng half to death, but he would not kill Du Qizheng immediately, so as not to affect the benefits he could get from him.
It's good now, I can't suck anything.
At the same time, he also guessed that Du Qizheng probably guarded him before he died, preventing him from asking for anything he wanted.
While thinking to himself, Meng Fan inadvertently cast his eyes on Du Qizheng's hand.
Even though he was dead, Du Qizheng still held tightly the broken bowl that had brought him endless glory, the Soul-Eating Bowl.
Meng Fan could only place his hope on this broken bowl.
Since Du Qi valued something so highly, he had naturally recognized its owner a long time ago.
As long as the aura of recognition on the bowl had not dissipated, even if there was even a trace of aura left, he would have the opportunity to communicate with Du Qizheng's body and achieve his goal.
Meng Fan reached out to the broken bowl and pulled it hard, but he couldn't pull it out of Du Qi's hand.
Du Qizheng's five fingers were like hooks, and he clung to the broken bowl, as if he was still trying to protect it even after he died.
This made Meng Fan even more curious about the broken bowl.
He used more force in his hand and broke off Du Qizheng's fingers one by one.
He only heard a clicking sound.
He forcefully broke off three or four of Du Qizheng's fingers before successfully breaking the bowl.
Get it "Hoo" Meng Fan exhaled and said to himself, "Old Du, you are such a stubborn old man!
This bowl is more important than your life.
I'm sorry, I forgot that you are dead."
Meng Fan immediately closed his eyes and began to communicate with the broken bowl with his mind.
What made him happy was that there was still a trace of acknowledgment in the bowl, but it was extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that would be extinguished at any time.
Fortunately, he had made a breakthrough in cultivation.
If he were still in the second level of immortality, he probably wouldn't be able to capture this aura of recognition.
Meng Fan turned his palm, and a wisp of almost transparent mist floated in his palm.
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Then he put his palm on Du Qizheng's body and used the mist as a medium to run the Small Samsara Body technique.
Then something very scary happened.
Du Qi suddenly opened his eyes and turned to Meng Fan.
The tent was almost airtight and the light was dim.
This scene was very eerie.
"Ahhhhh" Immediately, hoarse sounds came from Du Qizheng's throat, and it sounded like something was hidden in Du Qizheng's body.
Du Qizheng's mouth suddenly opened Small black figures emerged from Du Qi's open mouth, and then fled in all directions like fish that had slipped through the net.
Meng Fan pressed the secret formula on the ground and shouted softly: "Ding" A ripple spread out, and the little people became motionless after being enveloped by the ripple.
Meng Fan stretched out his hand to grab a small figure and sighed softly: "Your fate is really bad.
You will be treated like a cow or a horse after you die."
As early as when he was fighting Du Qizheng, he discovered that this kind of villain was no longer a living soul at all.
He had an extremely vicious aura surrounding his body and had no sense of autonomy at all.
He seemed to have become an accomplice to murder.
"Give you a relief" Next, Meng Fan absorbed the black villains into his body one by one.
The silver luster on his body became more and more intense.
His little reincarnation body was growing stronger and showed signs of completely transforming from the immortal bronze body to the immortal silver body.
And while he was absorbing it, villains kept coming out of Du Qi's mouth, seemingly endlessly.
If these villains were really killed by Du Qizheng, then Du Qizheng’s murderous number is shocking.
Meng Fan didn't think that Du Qizheng could kill so many people.
Otherwise, Du Qizheng would kill people every day instead of eating, drinking and sleeping.
A considerable part of the souls should be the souls of the dead wandering in the world, or Du Qizheng bought them.
The dead souls are just like the cultivators buying soul elixirs in Huaigu City.
But no matter what, Du Qizheng is not a good person.
Meng Fan couldn't help but think of the dead souls who entered the underworld.
There were pillars, parents in the stream, and some dead villagers.
His village was the first to bear the brunt of the incident of extradition of dead souls in the cracks of Zhuti Mountain.
Are those dead souls okay in the underworld?
Will he be swallowed by someone just like Du Qi is using the souls of the dead?
"Senior Liu, how are you now?
I made an agreement with you in the cracks.
When I transcend immortality one day, I will go to the underworld to find you.
Now I have reached the fourth level of immortality, and Xiaoxi has also We are about to be rescued, you must wait for me."
Meng Fan prayed in a low voice: "Don't die."
Meng Fan became restless.
One of the little ones found an opening and quickly burrowed towards the edge of the tent.
Then there was a second one, and the third one looked like a crayfish escaping from the oil pan.
At this time, Meng Fan was absorbing other villains and had no time to catch those few villains who were about to escape. laugh It was at this time that something strange happened A black and white mist suddenly spread out from behind Meng Fan, and then several slender black and white chains stretched out from the mist.
With a hissing sound, they stabbed the villains and placed them on Meng Fan's body. before.
This made Meng Fan couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
He obviously inherited a new technique from the small black and white wood carving, which should also be from Jiuyou Yinming: