The most melodramatic rebirth in history

Chapter 52 If you don’t commit suicide, you will die.
Feng Ling walked two hundred meters, his figure gradually becoming clearer, and after carefully surveying his surroundings.

【unmanned】

He then transformed the scimitar back into the Fire-Tipped Spear and took out the Black Iron.

"Kaz! Kaz!"

A wisp of black smoke rose rapidly as Feng Ling used the flames of the Flame Divine Spear Technique to completely destroy the fragments of the black sword. So far, there is nothing that this unknown flame cannot destroy!
After all, it was a highly poisonous and harmful substance, so Feng Ling couldn't afford to be careless and had to handle it properly. With that in mind, Feng Ling carefully sensed the air around him.

Just as I was about to leave...

"Hmm? It seems someone's coming!"

Feng Ling frowned and noticed several figures moving quickly. He assumed they were just passersby and paid them no attention, then slowly walked away.

After the delay caused by the massacre of the evil spirit masters, it is now late morning. Feng Ling's destination is an ancient town called "Luoyang", which is about twenty miles away.

The truly great hermit lives in the city, not in the wilderness!
Feng Ling planned to arrive before Yu Zhong. Although he didn't know why he was in such a hurry, he had a feeling that going to that city as soon as possible would be the right thing to do!

"Hey, look!"

Just as Feng Ling left, several figures emerged from the dense forest. One of them pointed with his right hand and said, "Wasn't that Feng Ling who just left?"

"Judging from his back, it must be him! What's he doing here? And acting so suspiciously..." another person asked doubtfully, his eyes narrowing coldly.

"Haha, what a small world! I'm going to teach him a lesson today, and vent my anger!"

Upon hearing this, the others' eyes lit up. Thinking of the previous intimidation incident, they had been feeling depressed and almost going crazy all the way.

If we don't find someone to vent our anger on...

"Hmph! Last time, with Senior Sister Leng present, he narrowly escaped disaster. This time, I'll see if he'll be so lucky again."

The blond man at the head of the group snorted coldly, beckoned to the four people behind him who had just spoken, and the group of five chased after Feng Ling with sinister smiles in the direction of the dense forest where he had disappeared.

It's said that enemies are destined to meet. Who else could this blond man be but Hu Ba, and the others were his group of underlings from the Undying Sect!

"Let's settle both the old and new scores together!"

Tiger and his gang were holding back their anger, and now that they had caught Feng Ling, they naturally wanted to pounce on him like mad dogs and bite him.

After a cup of tea...

"He's there!" A joyful shout rang out as the group finally spotted Feng Ling on a large rock and quickly gathered around him.

They saw Feng Ling, and Feng Ling naturally saw them too.

"Shili Slope?" Feng Ling glanced at it indifferently, ignoring the others, and used the inscribed stone tablet to find the right direction before setting off again to leave.

"Feng Ling, where are you going? Aren't you going to come and pay your respects to Tiger Lord?"

Hu Ba and his group flashed in front of Feng Ling, their eyes revealing arrogant disdain, and they even tilted their heads back to pretend to be superior.

If you were to add red crests to these guys, they would look exactly like belligerent wild roosters, leaving Feng Ling both amused and annoyed.

"Go away..."

Feng Ling frowned, thinking to himself that these people were really persistent. He had deliberately avoided them in the forest several times, but they still came looking for him.

"Oh ho! You think you're so tough? Take this slap from me first, then we can talk about everything else!"

The fierce-looking man with bull-like eyes suddenly attacked, slapping Feng Ling's right cheek with a palm strike.

As the saying goes, you shouldn't hit someone in the face!
If this person had acted properly, Feng Ling could have magnanimously treated it as a "sparring match." However, he attacked the man's face, which was a complete insult to his opponent, demonstrating just how arrogant he usually was.

This man's real name is Liu Da. Liu Er, who was seriously injured by Feng Ling yesterday, is his cousin. Although the two used the same palm technique, Liu Da's strike, the Stone-Splitting Palm, is much stronger than Liu Er's!
I reckon that if this palm strike landed squarely on someone's face, it would definitely result in a shattered skull and a completely disfigured appearance.

"You're asking for death!" Feng Ling's eyes turned cold. He stopped pretending to be a good guy and threw a punch at the other party, using half of his strength as a sign of respect.

"Bang!" A blast of air shot out, and three or four pine trees as thick as a thigh snapped in two. The fierce man shot out like a cannonball, arriving fast and leaving even faster!
"Pfft..."

Liu Da clutched his collapsed sternum tightly, vomiting blood violently from his mouth. After flying backward and crashing to the ground, his bull-like eyes widened suddenly, and his body convulsed before he fell silent.

A fatal blow!
"Damn it! This kid is weird, let's join forces and kill him..." Hu Ba roared in shock and anger, and the four of them rushed forward with grim faces, trying to defeat him with numbers.

"Really? You think I'm afraid of you? Since you're courting death, then I'll grant your wish!"

Feng Ling's tone gradually turned cold as he indifferently swept his gaze over Hu Ba and the others who were attacking him.

"Hmph, you think you can take on the four of us by yourself?" Tiger Tyrant grinned wickedly, tossing his wild blond hair as he charged forward, actually quite resembling a tiger. Unfortunately, as Feng Ling would say, he was a sick tiger… afflicted with a disease that deserved a beating!
"Yeah, we're so... scared! Hahaha~!" The lean man held a short knife, striking a pose, his words full of disdain.

Even while doing such despicable and shameless things, Hu Ba and his gang remained arrogant, and these sarcastic remarks just slipped out of their mouths. The four of them, singing in unison, showed no shame whatsoever.

"Sigh~, you reap what you sow!" Feng Ling sighed. He originally planned to stop there and teach the group a lesson, since Hu Ba and the others were not heinous criminals and there was no need to treat them like he had dealt with evil spirit masters. However, the group refused to listen to reason and ended up having to suffer the consequences.

"Killing Hu Ba and the others might reduce some trouble for Zhu Bupang and his companion!"

Another perfect reason came along, and just like that, Feng Ling sentenced the stubborn few to their final death sentence.

"Boom!" A fiery red spear shot out and spun around, stirring up dust and severing countless plants, like a terrifying tornado.

"Ahhh...!" Several shrill screams rang out. Tiger Tyrant and his men were terrified. Realizing the danger, they tried to escape, but it was too late...

Unable to put up even the slightest decent resistance, the group was swept up in the storm and died tragically under Feng Ling's gun.

"How... is this possible?" As the storm subsided and the area became empty, Hu Ba knelt on the ground, his wide eyes filled with deep fear. He glanced at the horrifying bloody hole in his chest, then slowly lowered his head and breathed his last.

Tiger King couldn't believe it until his death, or rather, they never expected that this inner disciple's strength was comparable to, or even surpassed, that of a core disciple.

If heaven could give them a second chance at life, even if they had ten times the courage, they wouldn't dare to provoke Feng Ling.

Unfortunately, there's no going back in this world!

Some decisions, once made wrong, can lead to irreversible consequences and regrets. In any case, Hu Ba and his gang have fallen from grace. This time, they went too far in their bravado, to the point that they paid the ultimate price.

"Trouble! Someone else is coming?" A series of footsteps approached, and Feng Ling frowned. He abandoned his plan to bury the group and quickly headed towards the forest path.

"It's Feng Ling!" Hu Mei'er exclaimed in surprise. She herself didn't know how she could be so sure, since she only saw a fleeting glimpse of his back.

What a mess!

Feng Ling had only taken a few steps when he heard that annoying woman's voice behind him. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Are you blind? How could you recognize me like this!"

The stench of blood filled the air, but Wang Tao and his companions paid little attention. Upon hearing that it was Feng Ling, they were about to give chase when a dazzling golden light caught their eye. Wang Tao's pupils constricted, and he rushed forward.

"Little Tiger, Little Tiger, are you alright?" Kicking aside the severed limbs and mangled bodies scattered on the ground, Wang Tao immediately saw Hu Ba's corpse, squatted down, hugged him, and wept bitterly.

Li Si felt a pang of sympathy and a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart, after all, Li Wu had been severely injured and died from his injuries at the hands of Feng Ling.

Hu Mei'er muttered to herself, "He's clearly dead, why ask him if he's alright? Isn't that like talking to a ghost?"

Although she thought this way, she dared not say it out loud and provoke Wang Tao.

"Ahhh! Damn it, I'm going to kill that bastard!" Wang Tao cursed through gritted teeth, threw away Hu Ba's corpse, and leaped after Feng Ling in the direction he had gone.

Wang Tao and Hu Ba had been close friends for over ten years. Now, Hu Ba had been murdered. If it weren't for a cloud drifting away and the sunlight shining on Hu Ba's dazzling blond hair, Wang Tao would never have discovered Hu Ba's body. How could Wang Tao not be furious?
Wang Tao's brotherhood is touching, but unfortunately, his idea of ​​avenging his brother will always remain just an idea, and a wrong one at that.

Tiger only realized his mistakes when he died, and Feng Ling could see the regret in his eyes, the regret for what he had done in his life.

Just like Hu Ba when he was alive, Wang Tao was the kind of tyrannical and domineering person who ran rampant. Hu Ba's death should have been the best wake-up call for him, but he was completely oblivious to it. Instead of reflecting on why Hu Ba died, he intensified his hatred once again.

"Let's go!" Hu Mei'er and Li Si exchanged a glance and quickly followed.

The three of them frantically traversed the forest, and could see a figure in the distance, but they couldn't catch up with it no matter what they did.

"Come on up!" Wang Tao shouted, throwing out the flying magic carpet and addressing Hu Mei'er and the other woman. His voice was cold, but much calmer than before.

"Alright!" Li Si shouted, and he and Hu Mei'er leaped on together. Their speed suddenly increased dramatically. It was the first time any of them had ever ridden in such a high-end and classy vehicle...

"Whoosh...!" Vast stretches of forest flashed past below. Ten meters in the air, apart from Wang Tao's gloomy expression, the other two were extremely excited. If it weren't for Wang Tao's current mood, Hu Mei'er would have almost shouted out loud.

"These guys seem to be enjoying themselves. Since you're all so clueless, I'll play along with you." Feng Ling glanced at them, secretly clicking his tongue in amazement.

At this speed, it's almost on par with a tenth-level expert, and in terms of endurance, it leaves tenth-level experts far behind!
Tenth-level experts cannot continue to travel at high speeds without any scruples. After all, they need to conserve enough strength to ensure their own safety and recover their ghost and god powers. Flying magic weapons are a great tool that saves energy!
Feng Ling once explored the relationship between ghost spirits and the power of ghosts and gods, and his conclusion was that it was the relationship between a container and water.

Logically speaking, the power of ghosts and gods exists everywhere on the Ghost Spirit Continent. As long as one absorbs it into their body, they shouldn't be unable to break through. That's what Feng Ling used to think, but in the end, he realized that he was completely wrong.

As the saying goes, humans are ultimately just mortal beings, and we have to admit that. The reason why ghostly spirits are needed is to serve as vessels for them.

From the perspective of cultivation, to a certain extent, the ghost spirit body is the dantian!

If the dantian doesn't grow, cultivation level naturally can't improve. But the ghost spirit body's unique dantian needs to grow continuously!

Even sages take writing books seriously.

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