Xue Kong's spiritual power was almost exhausted, and his cultivation was only one tenth of what it was. This made his whole body ache, and a deep feeling of fatigue lingered in his heart.
But his eyes at this moment were brighter than ever before.
"With my natural spiritual roots and wood attribute, I worked tirelessly for five days before finally successfully practicing the first level of [Withered Tree Resurrection]."
"New sprouts growing from the wasteland is the change in this first stage." His gaze fell on his palms, where the spiritual soil and new sprouts were floating, emitting fluctuations of spiritual power.
New sprouts grow in the spiritual soil and sway gently in the breeze.
The new sprouts look fragile, as if they will be uprooted by a stronger wind.
But the aura emanating from it was extremely vigorous and terrifying, and full of vitality. Even Xue Kong could sense a sense of crisis.
"It's really powerful. It's worth my five days spent on it." Xue Kong smiled slightly. He was very satisfied with the results of his hard work.
After putting away the first level of transformation of [Dead Tree Resurrects Spring], Xue Kong took a deep breath.
"My spiritual energy is exhausted. I must rely on the magical power of the stone pillar to help me recover as soon as possible. I can't rest easy if my body is weak for a long time."
Xue Kong stood up, left this place and walked towards the direction of the stone pillar.
Just as he arrived at the location of the stone pillar, before he could see it clearly, Xue Kong heard bursts of fighting sounds.
Soon, the fighting stopped.
He looked up and found that there were no other figures on any of the stone pillars. There were only two young men he had never seen before, standing on the stone pillars, facing each other.
One of them was a shirtless strong man with scars all over his body and a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. He gritted his teeth and looked at the young man opposite.
"Qiu Huan! I didn't expect that your cultivation has reached the seventh level of Qi Condensation. I am no match for you!" The strong man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and admitted defeat to the man opposite him.
His cultivation level is only at the sixth level of Qi Condensation.
I thought I was already one of the strongest among the outer disciples, but unexpectedly a cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Condensation appeared.
Qiu Huan had prominent brow bones, thin lips, and a pointed chin, giving him a sinister look. He sneered with contempt, "You dare to challenge me? You're courting death!"
His voice was so sharp and piercing that everyone here couldn't help but frown.
"I give up! From now on, you will be the number one in the outer sect, and you will be the one promoted to the inner sect this month." The strong man clasped his fists towards Qiu Huan and had to admit the fact.
In this demon sect, strength is respected. Since his skills are not as good as others, there is nothing he can say.
The demon cultivators watching from all sides had the same thought in their minds.
However, the strong man wanted to stop, but Qiu Huan did not have the same idea. When the strong man was about to leave the stone pillar and plan to find a quiet place to heal his injuries.
Qiu Huan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he suddenly stepped forward: "Sorry, I want to kill you to prove my authority!"
"you!"
The strong man was horrified and stumbled back in fear. He accidentally stepped on empty air and fell off the stone pillar. He shouted in fear: "I have already admitted defeat, why do you still want to kill me!"
"Haha, in this Demon Sect, which inner sect brother or sister didn't fight their way out of countless piles of bones?"
Qiu Huan sneered, "If I don't kill you to establish my authority, then when I enter the inner sect, won't I be ridiculed and bullied by my senior brothers and sisters?"
"If you insist on killing me and not leaving me a way to live, I will seriously injure you even if I have to die!" The strong man roared angrily.
Qiu Huan was not scared away. A ghostly figure flashed past him, and a shrill cry echoed throughout the first floor: "Giant Scorpion Ghost Kill!"
Bang!
All this happened very quickly until the conversation between the two ended and the strong man died.
The strong man fell from the stone pillar to the ground.
However, what fell down was no longer a living person, but a headless corpse.
Qiu Huan landed lightly on the ground, holding in his right hand the head of the strong man with his eyes open. There was a look of fear on his face, and his wide-open eyes and mouth seemed frozen.
hiss.
There were sounds of people gasping for breath all around, and then it quickly quieted down.
There was complete silence.
They were all shocked by Qiu Huan's powerful methods.
Boom.
The strong man's head was thrown out by Qiu Huan, rolled on the ground for a few times, and immediately became muddy.
"I've returned from my training abroad with the intention of winning first place in the Outer Sect and becoming an Inner Sect disciple." Qiu Huan glanced at everyone with disdain, "Who else dares to challenge me?"
None of the usually arrogant demon cultivators dared to speak at this moment. The bravest one only dared to look up and make eye contact with Qiu Huan.
The timid ones have buried their heads deeply between their knees, fearing that Qiu Huan will notice them.
Xue Kong looked at Qiu Huan from afar, also standing there without saying a word.
He has a calm mind.
He viewed the scene as a middle-aged man watching children fight, which made no sense at all.
With a hundred years of practice, he could even be the ancestor of these people.
"A bunch of trash." Seeing that no one dared to answer, Qiu Huan laughed wildly a few times and planned to leave.
Just then.
An inopportune voice suddenly sounded.
"Senior Brother Qiu Huan is indeed extraordinary and brave. He is undoubtedly the best among our outer disciples, but... it's a pity that you, like the rest of us, will not be able to advance to the inner sect this month."
As soon as these words were spoken, Qiu Huan stopped in his tracks as he was about to leave.
The murderous intent in his eyes suddenly became stronger. He immediately looked in the direction of the voice and found the person who was speaking among the five or six demon cultivators.
The man was a burly fellow, not very old, squatting on the ground. Even though he was stared at by Qiu Huan's murderous eyes, there was no fear on his face.
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