Chapter 92: Lurking

  Zhang Heng also wanted to know how much Zhao Rui's strength had increased at this moment.

  Zhao Rui's current impression of Zhang Heng is that he seems to have already reached the foundation period, but somehow still lacks something.

  Only then did Zhao Rui's fingers lightly tap out several spells, and a fist-sized flame storm rapidly condensed in the air.

  Zhang Heng was taken aback, wasn't this a spell used last time to deal with the "Luoshan Seven Evils"? Zhang Heng still clearly remembered that the power of this spell could even rival that of a third-tier spell.

  Zhao Rui used this spell this time, and it was almost completed in the blink of an eye, with a surprisingly fast speed.

  A fist-sized flame storm emits an astonishing amount of heat, and if it weren't for the incredibly concentrated power of the flames within, the surrounding temperature would probably increase by several hundred degrees in an instant.

  "Go!" This flame storm was released by Zhao Rui.

  Like a ghost, such a small flame storm rushed swiftly in front of two monks.

  The two monks were also elites of the same rank, and they didn't underestimate the insignificant Flame Storm in front of them. They continuously activated their defenses and rapidly retreated.

  However, the flame storm suddenly expanded thousands of times, and the soaring flames covered an area of tens of meters around, and the two monks did not escape this range either.

  Boom!

  Innumerable scarlet flames burst forth in all directions, accompanied by deafening explosions. For a moment, fierce winds howled and the flames scattered wildly.

  Dazzling red light dyed everything around it red.

  Silent as a ghost. The two defenseless cultivators were instantly killed.

  Just one spell. Possesses power comparable to that of a 3rd-tier deity. And yet, it was released at such an incredible speed. Easily killing two same-tier elites in an instant.

  And also seeing Zhao Rui performing magic with a light and casual expression. This magic seems to have no difficulty for him at all.

  The monks around him involuntarily took a cold breath.

  Just as they were hesitating about whether to continue or not, Zhao Rui's next move scared them out of their wits.

  Only to see Zhang Heng's hands conjure up a series of illusory shadows in the air, and his surroundings suddenly appeared with more than a dozen flame storms that were exactly the same as before.

  One can instantly kill two elite peers of the same rank, what if there are over a dozen? These cultivators didn't even dare to think about it, each using all their strength and running for their lives.

  What effect will be produced after superimposing more than a dozen third-order spells? Even if you wear defensive spirit equipment, you can't escape the fate of being killed in seconds.

  Surrounded by a dozen or so flame storms, Zhao Rui saw these monks suddenly run away and couldn't help but ask: "Why did they all run away?"

  Zhang Heng stood together with him, gazing at the dozen or so flames that were comparable to third-tier magic, and they both felt a little apprehensive.

  If Zhao Rui can't control these dozen or so Flame Storms, things will get really bad.

  "Second brother, you don't have to perform acrobatics here anymore, just put all these things away." Zhang Heng reminded.

  "Oh." Zhao Rui's mind stirred, and these flame storms all transformed into a pure fire spirit power, merging into his body.

  Zhang Heng couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion, having obtained the Huo Yuan Pearl was truly different, being able to manipulate the fire attribute spiritual energy in the world with such ease.

  Looking at the more than 20 Blood Kill Marks floating above Zhao Rui's head, Zhang Heng couldn't help but ask: "Second Brother, didn't you just kill two human cultivators?"

  The top of his head gathered so many bloody killing marks, ordinary cultivators probably didn't dare approach Zhao Rui.

  Zhao Rui's expression slightly darkened: "They have so many people, I'm afraid they'll hurt you, Big Brother, so I had to use magic..."

  Zhang Heng did not expect that Zhao Rui would kill someone for this reason, and he was so angry that he wanted to scold him a few words, but thinking of his son's temperament, he gave up.

  Perhaps after experiencing the slaughter in the temple, he will change a bit.

  "Second Brother, you've already obtained the Huo Yuan Pearl; can you use it?" Zhang Heng curiously asked.

  If I can drive this Huo Yuan Pearl, killing people will be as easy as cutting a radish.

  "It's possible, but it will come at a great cost. Not only will your cultivation regress by several levels, but your physical body may also be destroyed..." Zhao Rui said with some fear.

  Zhang Heng sighed silently, a strong back is equivalent to more sacrifices.

  Actually, Zhang Heng had the same means to temporarily boost his strength, but the cost was much less than Zhao Rui's.

  After settling those cultivators who attempted to snatch the Huoyuan Pearl, Zhang Heng's gaze suddenly fell upon that stone statue.

  After losing the Huo Yuan Pearl, this statue obviously lost its previous vitality, but Zhang Heng felt that this object was not an ordinary product.

  Thinking of this, Zhang Heng walked up to the statue.

  Gently stroked with his hand, feeling a steady stream of fire spirit power emanating from it.

  "This stone carving has no effect on me, perhaps it will be useful to you..." A low voice sounded in Zhang Heng's ear and quickly disappeared without a trace.

  Zhang Heng pondered for a moment, and without being polite, a cluster of silver flames appeared in his hand.

  "Hiss" Silver flames began to burn on this statue.

  Zhang Heng's body suddenly produced a silver particle, but the speed of absorption was not much different from that of the inner elixir left by Huang Tian Snake Dragon King.

  This thing is just like the Blood Kill Heavenly Monument, it's also a good stuff.

  A spiritual seal was slapped out of his hand, and the statue was instantly collected into Zhang Heng's storage bag.

  Just over a dozen days after entering the cave mansion, Zhang Heng had obtained three good things: the Blood Killing Heavenly Monument, the inner elixir of the Emperor Heaven Snake Dragon King, and this moment's statue.

  I wonder how long I can cultivate with all these things added up, Zhang Heng thought to himself.

  "Big brother, what are you doing?" Zhao Rui asked curiously.

  Zhang Heng smiled and said: "This thing may be useful to me, let's put it away for now."

  "Oh," Zhao Rui didn't ask more questions, his gaze suddenly fell on the distant mountains: "Big brother, let's hurry up, we've already delayed for ten days, Luo Shizi might not be able to wait any longer."

  Zhang Heng nodded and said: "Alright, I've become somewhat interested in that 'home' of Luoxianzi's."

  "That's great!" Zhao Rui exclaimed happily.

  Two figures swiftly flew low towards the distant snow-capped mountains.

  At this moment, with the strength of these two people, even if they encounter a large-scale attack by cultivators, they can still handle it.

  Before long, the two of them vanished into the distance at the end of the grassland.

  In a hidden temporary cave outside the outer layer of the Blood Kill Cave Mansion, Wu Ling was sitting cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed.

  His surroundings were shrouded in layers of prohibition, enough to make the foundation-building monks hesitant to approach. In addition, some specially arranged array flags were inserted beside him, and a layer of invisible fantasy enveloped this cave mansion.

  To outsiders, this is just an ordinary small hill.

  Wu Ling's mouth spat out strands of green light, and from the aura on his body, it could be seen that his current cultivation had already reached the Great Perfection of Refining Qi.

  It's been just over a dozen days of hard work, and his cultivation has already advanced to a small stage. If Zhang Heng were here, he would definitely be stunned.

  At a certain moment, he suddenly took out several elixirs from his storage bag and put them into his mouth with a familiar motion.

  About several hours later, a burst of green light suddenly exploded from his body.

  In his lower abdomen, there were nine compressed green light balls.

  These blue orbs were as still as if they had fallen asleep, motionless, as if these things weren't even a part of his body.

  The air trembled slightly, and Wu Ling suddenly opened his eyes, his fingers dancing rapidly as he touched various parts of his body.

  After doing all this, his body suddenly swelled up like a balloon on the verge of explosion.

  With a mouthful, a light ball was spat out of his body, and immediately he spat out the second light ball.

  One by one, the light balls were spat out of his body until he stopped after spitting out the eighth light ball.

  At this time, there was still a green light ball left in his dantian.

  His hands shot out a series of green lights, binding the eight light spheres outside his body in mid-air.

  "The crucial moment has arrived..." Wu Ling muttered in a low voice.

  Then he closed his eyes and began to meditate again, transforming into a motionless stone statue...

  Something unexpected came up and this chapter was posted a bit late.