“Crack!”

“Crack!”

It seemed as if something was slowly breaking inside Sheng He's body.

The old man laughed grimly and was about to step forward, but was stopped in his tracks by a surge of spiritual power. He looked at the little girl in front of him in disbelief, her spiritual power was rising crazily!

The middle stage of Qi training, the late stage of Qi training...

Sheng He actually reached the middle stage of foundation building in one breath!

The old man looked at Sheng He as if he were a monster, and his fingers unconsciously clenched the flying hook. Only when he saw that Sheng He's realm had stopped improving did he breathe a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

No wonder Yanran insisted on taking action herself. With such a talented person before her, how could the younger generation of their Zhao family make a name for themselves?

But... even if he was a genius, so what? A Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator was still no match for his Golden Core!

Sheng He felt the abundant spiritual energy wrapping around her body, and even the small flame in her dantian became much stronger.

This was a skill she had accidentally obtained in a secret realm in her previous life. It allowed her to forcibly improve her own realm at the cost of burning her blood.

This kind of practice is extremely harmful to the body and almost costs one's life.

In his previous life, Sheng He had put this skill aside since he obtained it and had never used it.

But now...

The murderer of her mother was right in front of her, how could she not hate him?

She looked at the old man in front of her with only one thought in her mind.

Die! He must die!

Sheng He once again practiced her skills, and overwhelming spiritual energy rushed towards her crazily.

Even though her body had long since exceeded its limits, she never thought of stopping.

"Puff! Puff, puff, puff!"

The blood vessels in Sheng He's body kept bursting, and tiny blood beads slowly seeped out of the skin, leaving bloody marks on Sheng He's body.

Sheng He circulated his spiritual energy, feeling his cultivation level constantly rising, until it stopped at the early stage of Golden Core.

Although there is no real golden elixir condensed in her body, only an illusion, its combat power will be much weaker than that of an ordinary golden elixir.

but.

Sheng He looked up at the old man opposite who was trembling with fear, and suddenly grinned.

That's enough to deal with him.

Sheng He picked up the blood beads on her body and activated her spiritual power. After a while, a small flame wheel suddenly appeared in front of her.

The flame roulette wheel was spinning, constantly attracting blood beads from Sheng He's body. With every additional blood bead attracted, the roulette wheel became larger.

The temperature around was constantly rising, and even the air became distorted. Seeing that the roulette wheel in Sheng He's hand was getting bigger and bigger, the old man did not dare to underestimate the enemy and swung the flying hook towards Sheng He.

This flying hook is his natal magic weapon. When he was refining it, he specially sought out precious materials such as Nine Heavens Black Iron and Ice Crystal Stone. Over the years, even if it fell into the magma, his flying hook would remain intact.

The old man sneered in his heart, even if he forcibly increased his spiritual power, he would die if his realm was not stable!

The old man manipulated the flying hook to avoid the roulette wheel and hit Sheng He from above. Sheng He steadied the roulette wheel with one hand and activated the flame on the roulette wheel with the other hand.

With a "swish!", the flying hook passed through layers of flames, and its speed gradually slowed down until it finally stopped steadily in front of Sheng He.

Sheng He sneered, turned his palm, and the flame and the flying hook wrapped in the flame also turned.

The old man frowned and stretched out his hand to take back the flying hook, but the flying hook remained motionless in Sheng He's hand.

"You want this, right?"

Sheng He curled his lips, and the next second, the flying hook wrapped in flames flew towards the old man quickly.

The old man was horrified and quickly cast a spell to resist, but the flying hook stopped less than three inches away from him.

The old man frowned and was about to use his spiritual power to forcibly retract the flying hook, but suddenly he heard a strange sound.

“Tick-tick!”

“Tick-tick!”

Something seemed to drip onto the ground.

The flame in front of him was getting smaller and smaller, and the old man's eyes widened instantly. This... This was his natal magic weapon, and his magic weapon was melted!

The old man only felt a surge of blood and energy, and hurriedly used his spiritual power to try to put out the flames, but the flames seemed to know what he was thinking, and before the old man could make a move, the Eagle Claw Hook was melted into ashes in a flash.

Everything happened so fast that the old man didn't have time to react before his lifelong magic weapon was destroyed and he spit out blood.

He held onto the wall to steady himself, and looked at Sheng He with fear in his eyes: "You can melt my flying hook, you... you have a mutated fire spirit root!"

As the old man spoke, he threw the spiritual treasures on his body at Sheng He as if they were free, but the moment those spiritual treasures touched the flaming roulette wheel, they were burned to ashes.

The old man pointed at Sheng He in horror and kept shouting "You! You! You!" for a long time, but he couldn't say anything. He instinctively wanted to turn around and run away.

He had only run a few steps when he suddenly bumped into the air.

This is the barrier he set up. People below the Nascent Soul stage can only enter but not exit.

The feeling of heat behind him was getting closer and closer. The old man opened his eyes wide and dared not look back. He stretched out his hand to ask for help, but before he could take out the whistle in his sleeve, the whole person was surrounded by a huge ball of fire.

In the scorching air distorted by the high temperature, the old man watched Sheng He pick up a brick beside him and pierce his chest, but he didn't even have time to scream before his whole body was burned to ashes.

The moment the old man died, the surroundings became bustling again. Sheng He felt around and found that with the death of the old man, the barrier also dissipated.

Sheng He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve. His body, which had been holding on strong, finally relaxed at this moment. It seemed that more blood was flowing from his body, and his cultivation level instantly dropped from the early stage of Golden Core to the early stage of Qi Training.

But fortunately, this time, she protected her mother.

Sheng He leaned against the wall and walked slowly out of the alley. Her mother was still waiting for her.

"Mom, we're going home."

"Go home? I'm afraid it's a little early."

A sweet female voice came from the front. The voice seemed familiar, and Sheng He looked up.

The street that was bustling just now was now extremely deserted. There seemed to be a figure standing not far away. Sheng He opened his eyes wide, wanting to see clearly who that person was.

But the forced increase in her power just now had already overwhelmed her body. At this moment, her whole body was covered in blood, and even her eyes were bloodshot, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

My mother is in the inn two streets away and can't go any further.

Sheng He stopped, held onto the wall and slowly sat down.

It seemed to be a woman, about the same age as himself. She looked at Sheng He and muttered softly.

"Is this the heroine? I can't see her face clearly, but she has good talent. She has a mutated fire spirit root and can fight against a Jindan cultivator alone. Only a talent like this can match me. It's a pity for Uncle Six."