Fairy bestows immortality

At the same time, the immense power flattened his skull, causing blood to splatter out.

Meanwhile, the disciple beside him had already brought his short knife, aiming straight for Su Yun's throat.

However, Su Yun simultaneously raised his other hand to face his opponent, and punched him in the chest.

With a bang, his chest caved in instantly, his heart was struck hard, and he flew more than ten meters away, leaving a trail of blood.

He lay motionless on the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes rolled back, and he was completely dead.

At this point, all three were dead.

The entire process took only a few breaths.

"Impossible."

Su Yun snorted coldly.

If it weren't for the need to silence them, he wouldn't have bothered fighting these three.

Turning his head, he saw that the fat cultivator on the other side had also beaten Sun Zheng to the ground, coughing up blood and unable to resist.

At this moment, Sun Zheng looked terrified, never expecting that he would be no match for a cultivator at the third level of the Qi Sea Realm!

He wanted to turn to his other junior brothers for help, hoping they would join forces to save him.

He then discovered that his three junior brothers had been killed, their deaths gruesome!

The young man, however, was completely unharmed.

This immediately made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave...

"You bastard, you dare to steal what Fatty got? Who do you think you are?"

The fat monk stared coldly at Sun Zheng.

"Tell me, have you encountered any ruins in the wasteland that you couldn't enter on your own? If you can tell me, I'll spare your life!"

Upon hearing this, Sun Zheng's eyes darted back and forth.

"You bastard, you weren't trying to trick me into saving your own life, were you?"

"Go to hell, you fatso!"

The fat cultivator saw through his plan at a glance and immediately swung the iron pestle in his hand, smashing it down on Sun Zheng's head.

Instantly, the fragile head was smashed to pieces by the high-level spiritual weapon, and blood splattered everywhere.

After killing it, the fat cultivator walked to the side, picked up the Soul Wood, and put it into his storage ring.

Su Yun then collected the storage rings from the group and said, "We shouldn't stay here any longer. The commotion we just made is likely to attract the attention of nearby cultivators. Let's leave first."

The fat monk nodded, and the two disappeared from the spot.

They stopped several miles away at the foot of a hill, sorting through the treasures from the storage rings they had just acquired.

After sorting, the fat cultivator scoffed and said, "They're really poor and stingy. Apart from spirit stones and herbs, they basically have no other resources. I thought there might be some treasures."

Su Yun said, "If you don't want it, then I'll take it all."

Upon hearing this, the fat cultivator grinned and said, "How can I refuse? It's worth at least tens of thousands of spirit stones."

The two of them divided the resources equally.

After the fat monk put away the resources, he had just opened his mouth to speak when he heard a scream from afar.

"what!"

A scream shattered the silence.

Turning around, they saw two figures tumbling down a small hill not far away, falling all the way down, and finally landing in front of them, less than a few dozen meters away.

"Ok?"

Both of them were drawn to the spotlight.

The next moment, Su Yun was stunned.

He recognized these two people; they were Shan Xiuyuan and Liao Hui from before!

At this moment, the two were in a terrible state, covered in blood and with wounds on their arms.

"Why are it these two?"

The fat cultivator was also surprised. He recognized the two of them as well, having previously snatched their spiritual herbs.

Unexpectedly, we met again here.

"Brother Su... save... save me..."

Upon seeing Su Yun, Shan Xiuyuan managed to call out to him with difficulty.

Then, both of them fainted.

The next moment, a figure flew down from the hillside, stepping on tree branches and finally landing lightly on the ground.

Upon seeing this person's figure, Su Yun's pupils shrank even further.

Song Ran!

It was him!

Or rather, it should be called that old monster!

The person who arrived was none other than Song Ran, dressed in the attire of the Tianyang Sect!

At this moment, his aura was powerful, and he had reached the third level of the Qi Sea realm.

He just easily injured Shan Xiuyuan and Liao Hui in a one-against-two battle.