After Zhuang Zhentian's inhumane and crazy slaughter for a while, Ye Fan had already gained tens of thousands of evolution points!
Every mortal can only bring Ye Fan a few evolution points; a Qi-refining cultivator can only bring dozens of evolution points.
However, Ye Fan has already obtained tens of thousands of evolution points!
One can imagine what a hell on earth Haoran Academy is like at this moment!
What made the high-level monks of Haoran Academy who were chasing and trying to stop Zhuang Zhentian most angry and self-pitying was that their speed...
There is no way to catch up with Zhuang Zhentian!
It was worth it, following behind Zhuang Zhentian and watching one junior after another being brutally killed by Zhuang Zhentian!
This made them grit their teeth and feel extremely guilty!
"hateful!"
"If only my speed could be a little faster!"
"I can't catch up with him at all!"
Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, the two Nascent Soul stage ancestors of Haoran Academy, were extremely angry!
The nineteen Jindan stage cultivators who followed closely behind him began to scold him because they had witnessed too many deaths: "Don't you dare to just run away?"
"You've been hiding from us and not daring to confront us head-on. What kind of hero are you?!"
"A coward!"
"You have no guts!"
Originally, the elegant Confucian and Taoist monks were all so angry at the departure of their friends and fellow practitioners that they started to curse without restraint: "If you are a man, stop and have a good fight with us!"
"How can you be called a hero if you only know how to bully the weak?"
He had already entered a state of slaughter. His mind had become extremely confused. Because of the effect of Ye Fan's curse, Zhuang Zhentian, who was plagued by bad luck, had lost his mind.
As he slaughtered people, he laughed crazily: "Hahaha!"
"I never said I was a hero!"
"but… "
Looking around, Zhuang Zhentian had already slaughtered people in almost all places where there were dense crowds of people.
The remaining few who hid or were scattered around were no longer in Zhuang Zhentian's eyes.
So, he...
Stopped.
This was something the people at Haoran Academy never expected.
They originally thought that after the massacre, Zhuang Zhentian would flee in fear of the crime when faced with the pursuit of the two Nascent Soul ancestors and nineteen Jindan stage cultivators.
But no one expected that Zhuang Zhentian would dare to stop after the massacre at Haoran Academy.
Isn't he afraid of being besieged to death? !
Zhuang Zhentian didn't know how much shock his action of stopping had brought to everyone in Haoran Academy.
His face and body were covered in blood, and the corners of his mouth held up a crazy and bloodthirsty smile: "Who said that I only bully the weak?"
"This time, I am not here just to kill some mortals and Qi Refining minions to vent my anger!"
"I'm here for revenge!"
"To avenge the destruction of the Demonic Cult and the ruin of my plan that I have painstakingly planned for hundreds of years!"
"You wait, come and accept your fate!"
Just as Zhuang Zhentian was roaring, the energy that was fed back by Ye Fan, which had been obtained after Zhuang Zhentian slaughtered countless mortals and Qi-refining cultivators, began to gradually flow into Zhuang Zhentian's body.
“Huh?!”
When Zhuang Zhentian was about to rush forward desperately to fight for his life with the Jindan stage cultivators of Haoran Academy and the two Yuanying stage ancestors, streams of extremely pure energy, which did not even need to be refined and could be directly used for his own benefit, flowed from the hilt of the magic sword in his hand, into the palm of Zhuang Zhentian's hand, and poured into Zhuang Zhentian's meridians, causing Zhuang Zhentian's cultivation level to begin to rise at a steady rate.
This shocked and surprised Zhuang Zhentian!
because.
Unlike Lin Li, Zhuang Zhentian's cultivation in the late Nascent Soul stage was all gained through his own practice!
This means that Zhuang Zhentian, who is now in the late Nascent Soul stage, has actually been practicing for two to three thousand years!
At this point, he has actually reached the bottleneck of his cultivation.
If you only rely on your own practice, in fact, you may not make any progress even after many years.
This is also the reason why he tried to summon the ancient demon lord in order to unify the State of Zhao: he had reached the bottleneck limit, and only through this method could he continue to break through and gain a longer life.
However.
Now!
In just a moment, Zhuang Zhentian felt that his cultivation had increased slightly by one thousandth!
Don't underestimate this insignificant one thousandth!
If Zhuang Zhentian were to practice on his own, he would have reached a bottleneck and it might take him several years to achieve such results!
"What's going on?"
Zhuang Zhentian was shocked and extremely surprised: "Could it be... ?!"
A vague guess emerged in his mind: "This magic weapon not only has powerful skills. But... it can also make me drink blood and become stronger?!"
Now, Zhuang Zhentian is still a little uncertain.
However, he was in a frenzy of slaughter and thought, "If this magic weapon can make me stronger by drinking blood, it must be because the people I just killed had too low cultivation levels, so the feeling is not obvious enough. But..."
His bloodshot eyes looked at the group of Jindan stage cultivators behind Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu. Wherever his sight reached, those Jindan stage cultivators all felt as if they were being stared at by the god of death. They felt infinite fear from the bottom of their hearts, making them shudder!
"There are still plenty of prey in front of us!"
Zhuang Zhentian stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.
The smell of blood stimulated him to become even crazier: "Let their blood verify my guess!"
Thinking of this, he laughed wildly and crazily again: "Hahaha! Regret! Tremble! Be afraid!"
"Now, the time has come to kill you!"
“Oh no!”
"not good!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Wang and Mr. Liu, who were in the Nascent Soul stage, shouted, "Everyone be careful, don't be alone!"
However, it was too late!
Flying in the air like a fish in water, coupled with the strange body movements that Zhuang Zhentian is extremely good at, made Zhuang Zhentian, with a strange smile, look like a devil with a flashing figure.
Phew!
He swung his sword!
The figure just happened to appear behind a young scholar who had just entered the Jindan stage and had the lowest cultivation level among the 19 Jindan stage cultivators in Haoran Academy.
And the sword he swung just happened to cut off the young scholar's head!
Suddenly, the head fell to the ground and blood gushed out!
Zhuang Zhentian was bathing in the blood spring, with half of his body dyed red by the blood.
The smell of blood did not make him feel sick. Instead, it made him narrow his eyes slightly and a smile of enjoyment spread across the corners of his mouth: "I... feel it!"