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Qin Rufeng raised his head and looked at the large silver plate hanging in the distant sky. A sinister smile blossomed on his face.

When that youth had bumped into Qin Rufeng, he had left a mark on his body that could be used to track his movements. It was very secretive, but to Qin Rufeng, these little tricks were too childish.

He had only been here for half a day, yet he had already offended someone? It was just those two. Thus, the mastermind was on the verge of being revealed.

… …

The silent night continued to envelop the land. In the sky, a moon that was blocked by a cloud of ink was suspended there.

After the silver ray of light passed through the thick barrier, it became extremely weak. Only a few wisps of moonlight remained on top of a well-built black shadow.

That black shadow was like a night elf, running swiftly on the road at midnight, yet it did not make a sound.

The bustling stream of people on the streets had long since dispersed. At this moment, the streets were under the control of Bug. A black shadow quietly passed by, but it did not disturb the insect that was singing.

The soldiers patrolling the city gates had also put away their vicious faces, removed their heavy helmets, and leaned against the city wall. They drank wine from their gourds as they wiped their weapons.

It was still a black shadow passing through the western gate like the wind.

Beneath the city wall, a rough looking man who had been guarding the city gate for many years looked at the city gate which had been opened at an unknown time. The city gate has been forgotten to close! "

Under the hazy moonlight, the black shadow looked at the city gate that had once again closed, revealing a row of neat rows of small white teeth that were especially conspicuous.

He turned around.

He continued to grope his way towards the magic bamboo to the west.

Within the Demonic Bamboo Forest, Qin Rufeng had come here in his previous life. Among them, there was one item he wanted the most — the Nine Divine Powers Tempering Bamboo.

Under the bright moonlight, the faint silhouettes of the bamboo forest shrouded in fog mixed together.

A group of black shadows swiftly flew through the crisscrossing bamboo shadows.

The hazy moonlight behind the bamboo forest allowed one to vaguely see half of the face covered by a black robe, and on the face hung a smile that seemed like sunlight, but was actually very despicable.

This black shadow was Qin Rufeng, who had just emerged from the city gate.

For the sake of safety, Qin Rufeng had already explored the bamboo forest. However, because of the fog in it, Qin Rufeng had to be careful, not to mention that his traces were always in the hands of others.

Qin Rufeng's caution, which was etched into his bones, had brought him back to life countless times.

Qin Rufeng quietly bent over and slowly crawled to the side of a bamboo. He used a sharp bamboo branch to cut open his right palm.

Blood gushed out from his palms like he didn't care for his life. The air was immediately filled with the smell of blood.

Qin Rufeng watched as fresh blood slowly seeped from his right arm and covered his entire right arm.

He then carefully pressed his bleeding palm against the bamboo's roots.

This method was something Qin Rufeng had learned from an ancient book in his previous life. Because the Nine Divine Powers Tempering Bamboo was a demon and its intelligence had been destroyed by the divine lightning, the remaining resentment in its body was extremely great.

His resentment must be dispelled with pure Yang blood.

Otherwise, in the future, at least the light grievances would devour the body, and at most, the grievances would be nourished by the profound energy and popularity of the bamboo, allowing it to cultivate a new body possession of a vengeful spirit.

However, there were also some who were on the verge of a thunder tribulation. They knew that they would not be able to successfully pass through the tribulation, and chose to turn into vengeful spirits, waiting to possess their bodies.

Qin Rufeng had to be careful. In his past life, he had used forty-nine days to concoct a Spirit Extinguishing Pill. It was specifically used to wipe out souls.

Now, even if he wanted to refine the Spirit Extinguishing Pill, he did not have the strength to do so. Only in this extreme way.

"Zi ~" A small puff of white smoke rose.

Qin Rufeng's right arm was covered in blood and was instantly charred black.

The bamboo that was originally green began to emit a purple lightning from the bloody handprint at the bottom. In an instant, the bamboo was covered in a purple glow. The rumbling of thunder echoed throughout the sky.

Within the flickering purple light, waves of black smoke rose into the air, accompanied by faint, hoarse roars.

As the black smoke and roars faded away, the thunderclaps in the sky became more and more clear, and the crackling sounds of lightning became more and more conspicuous in the dark night.

Qin Rufeng looked at the half of the sky being illuminated by the purple light. Before he could feel happy in his heart, he inwardly exclaimed: "Not good!"

With his left hand, he threw the bracelet toward the bamboo ceiling. With a flick of his mind, a blinding emerald light flashed through the air.

The Nine Astral Tempering Bamboo was still flashing with a purple light, but it instantly disappeared from where it stood.

At this moment, the sky had once again turned pitch black without the flashing purple light.

The bracelet had a trace of a strange, devilish purple pattern flashing across the surface of the Nine Handle Tempering Bamboo after it was kept in space.

Qin Rufeng dragged his already drooping right arm, raised it high up with his left hand, and leaped up with all his might, firmly grasping the vertical falling bracelet in his hand.

Qin Rufeng, who had leapt into the air, was less than half a meter from the ground.

Just then, something happened!

In the dark night, a cold glint could be clearly seen on the spear as it shot straight towards Qin Rufeng, who was about to land on the ground.

Qin Rufeng, who was still in mid-air, had no time to react at all. His feet were in mid-air and he didn't have the slightest bit of borrowing point. It was when the old forces had used up all their new strength.

The spear got closer and closer to Qin Rufeng, two inches … One and a half inches … One Inch... Half Inch...

"Pu ci!" "Pu ci!" "Pu ci!"

One after another, elixirs were pierced through Qin Rufeng's chest.

The time it took to buy the pill caused Qin Rufeng to fall to the ground, and at the same time, he retreated at an extremely fast speed. The long spear followed closely behind Qin Rufeng as it filled the medicinal pill; if Qin Rufeng had been even slightly slower, he would have been pierced by the spear.

The medicinal pills that had been pierced were flying all over the place.

Qin Rufeng, who was retreating, saw that the person on the back of the spear was a skinny old man with a goatee hanging on his wrinkled face.

At this moment, Qin Rufeng's crazed gaze made the goatee old man feel a trace of unease.

There was no fear of being attacked, nor the fear of dying. Instead, there was a hysterical madness.

Qin Rufeng who was constantly retreating, shouted nonstop: "Explode! Explosion! "Explode for me!"

Qin Rufeng shouted without warning, with a crazed look in his eyes.

This caused the goatee old man to be slightly flustered, and he subconsciously asked:

"Explode what …"

Before he could say a word.

The flying debris instantly turned into tiny fireballs dancing in the air.

The next second, every little fireball emitted a "pu" sound like a deflated balloon.

Under the goatee old man's widened pupils, a huge amount of energy suddenly exploded and engulfed the goatee old man in an instant.