On the shore of the lake, the poisonous curse from Chang Ming's mouth became weaker and weaker. The continuous power was extracted from Chang Ming's body and then swallowed by the black vortex above his head.

"Little, little beast - Sheng, I, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost, I will let you go..."

Chang Ming shook his head, his eyes were dull. His smooth skin seemed very wrinkled at this moment, as if he had become more than a teenager in an instant.

All the power drawn from the other party's body is taken by Han Chen as his own. He devours all things, and only uses it for me!

“Buzz…”

Suddenly, a ball of flame light as big as a blue fist flew out from the sky above Chang Ming's Tianling Cover. The blue flame was crystal clear and transparent, like crystal, and seemed to have a trace of essence of rainbow light.

"My, my demonic flame magic power..." Chang Ming's eyes were about to break, and he raised his right arm without a palm tremblingly. The next moment, the blue flame light ball was directly swallowed by the black vortex.

"I'm so sorry, starting today, the magical power of the Demon Flame is mine." Han Chen's mouth moved slightly, his voice filled with indifference and jokes.

"Ah..." Chang Ming's blood vessels exploded in anger, and his blood surged up, and he vomited blood. Then his eyes turned black and he fainted in anger.

Han Chen raised a cold smile on his lips, and the devouring magical power accelerated again, and the speed of stealing the opponent's power also changed extremely quickly.

...

I don’t know how long it took, the stars were turning and the sun and the moon were changing.

On the edge of the lake, Han Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, like an old monk entering into meditation, motionless.

"Woo Wang..." The white little beast drooped his head and lay not far away, with a little boredom in its clear big eyes.

From time to time, the roaring sounds of various monsters came from the mountains, as if they would never be quiet in this mountain range. But this paradise seemed very quiet.

Han Chen was surrounded by a layer of solid golden light, and the momentum emanating from him was extremely restless. It was as if the wind blew the sea tide, and the waves overlapped, and a huge wave would be set off at any time.

Chang Ming had been dead for a long time, and his face showed a blue color. The blood was dry, and his whole body was like a piece of firewood.

The elder of the Sword Sect, the top powerhouse at the sixth level of Tongtian Realm. No one would have thought that the dignified formation master Chang Ming would encounter such a miserable end.

When he came out of the Sword Sect, he brought a total of eight elite disciples and a low-level beast king three-color mad bull.

No one could have expected that such a powerful combination would be wiped out or destroyed in the hands of Han Chen alone.

"Woo Wang..." The white beast's eyes suddenly lit up, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on the storage belt worn by Chang Ming's waist.

It was a purple belt with agate gems inlaid on it. It was shining brightly under the sunlight, crystal clear and beautiful.

The little beast, who was in extreme boredom, jumped over and over, and soon pulled the other party's storage belt off.

The little beast stared at the shiny agate gem in surprise, and finally found something fun.

"Boom..." At this moment, a surging wave of terrifying power burst out from Han Chen's body. The white little beast was startled and quickly lay his head on the ground, and his two small claws pressed the storage belt of the agate gem tightly.

“Buzz…”

A circle of powerful golden waves spread out around the corners with the cold weather as the center. Flying sand and stones, and the dead leaves on the ground were blown away like wind and winding clouds.

"Boom..." The lake not far away was shocked by this violent force and exploded a wave of nearly a hundred meters high. Water splashed everywhere, and white mist swelled and churned wildly.

Chang Ming's corpse was thrown away by bombardment, and he didn't know which corner he threw it.

...

"Huh!" Han Chen opened his eyes, his eyes as bright as stars flashed with sharp light, and there was a strong look of surprise on his face that could not be concealed.

"The third level of Tongtian Realm." Han Chen murmured softly, and the feeling of overjoyment was overwhelming.

Devouring the power of Chang Ming of the sixth level of Tongtian Realm, it directly made Han Chen's strength leap in two levels in a row. Happiness came too suddenly. This unexpected joy was really a bit dreamy and not very real.

Han Chen once again carefully used the Wuyuan power within the *, surging like a tide and majestic as a mountain, which was definitely the strength of the third level of Tongtian Realm.

Ren Changming practiced hard for decades, but in the end he made wedding dresses for others, and even got a bargain before his death.

However, Han Chen was about to break through the second level of Tongtian Realm before, so to be precise, Han Chen should have crossed the first level. When Chang Ming's cultivation was forcibly plundered by Han Chen, as long as Han Chen continued to give Han Chen enough time, when he refined and merged all Chang Ming's power, he would definitely reach the sixth level of Tongtian Realm.

"Other people's power is not my own after all. It will take a lot of time to refine all those powers." Han Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself secretly.

However, the future is long, and Hanchen doesn't want to soar to a higher level of testing so quickly. He takes every step forward, and only when the foundation is stable can he not affect his future practice path.

Han Chen released a deep breath of turbid air, then slowly raised his right arm, with his palm facing up, and his mind moved. "Buzz..." The space trembled slightly, and along with a hot wave of air, a deep blue flame suddenly rose in Han Chen's palm.

This blue demon flame is so hot that it is more than an ordinary flame, and the space is burned and distorted faintly.

"This demon flame is indeed domineering, much more powerful than the flame of the Flame Phoenix Jade Pendant and the Tianhuo of the Four Symbols..."

However, no matter how domineering the spirit, this demon flame will be Han Chen from now on. While breaking through the third level of Tongtian Realm, it also has a kind of talented magical power.

“Wow…”

A low and light call brought Han Chen's thoughts back to reality. Han Chen was stunned, and then dissipated the demonic flame in his hand, his eyes were full of confusion and glanced at the surroundings.

"Little guy, where are you?"

“Wow…”

"Huh?" Looking in the direction of the sound, a mound of soil was turning upwards. Immediately afterwards, a small furry head emerged. The white beast looked at Han Chen with a gray face and big gem-like eyes, especially dissatisfied.

Han Chen laughed silently, "Little guy, are you okay?"

"Woo Wang..." The little beast crawled out of the mound, shook its head, and shook the soil off its body. Before Han Chen could say anything, the little beast stretched out two small claws and dug out a belt with agate gems inside the mound.

"Storage belt?" Han Chen was stunned for a moment, subconsciously glanced at Chang Ming's corpse dozens of meters away, and then understood. "This guy also has the potential to be a robber."

"Woo Wang..." The little beast walked to Han Chen with the storage belt in his mouth. His flexible big eyes were full of pleasing.

Han Chen smiled, half-squatted down, and asked, "What? Is this for me again?"

The white beast nodded.

"It's so strange, why are you so kind to me?"

"Wow..." The little beast said in his mouth that no one could understand the bird's song, and his two little claws were typing back and forth. Then he used his head to stumble on Han Chen's calves, making him look very intimate.

Han Chen thought about the question mark, and then answered tentatively, "What do you mean is that I am your first friend?"

"Wow, wow..."

The little beast's head was like a chicken pecking at rice, and rolled around happily on the ground. It looked very happy.

Seeing the other party's reaction, Han Chen didn't know what to say. It is said that monsters are ruthless and only know how to kill and fight. But in Han Chen's opinion, people are sometimes not as good as monsters.

Along the way, Han Chen has experienced too many ups and downs, and it is precisely because of these experiences that his growth has been so fast.

Han Chen let out a light breath, grabbed the storage belt on the ground, sinking into it, and checking what is inside.

"This old guy has really a lot of good things..."

As the elder of the Sword Sect, things that can reach Chang Ming's Dharma Eye will definitely not be bad. Inside the storage belt, there are martial arts, martial arts, and formation layout and structure diagrams.

There are countless spiritual crystals and other things. Even Han Chen couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue with such a huge amount of wealth.

A white light flashed, and a three-foot long sword appeared in Han Chen's palm. This was the long sword that Chang Ming used to fight against many monsters over the Grand Canyon.

Han Chen looked at the long sword in front of him with great interest. The sword with an ordinary body was slightly thinner. There were two clear small characters engraved at the bottom of the hilt.

"Tianmang".

Han Chen injected a trace of martial arts power into the sword body, and a crisp buzzing sound suddenly came from the air, and a golden brilliance appeared on the sword body.

"Good sword..." Han Chen couldn't help but exclaim. This "Tianmang Sword" is probably about the same level as the black spear I picked up before, and it should be a low-grade holy weapon.

Hanchen has a special liking for swords, but as his strength grows and his opponents he encounters become stronger and stronger, it is difficult for the sub-holy weapon poisonous scorpion sword to satisfy Hanchen's pursuit. The Tianming Sword in front of him is an excellent choice.

If Chang Ming was still alive now, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood and die again.

The cultivation level and talented magical powers of Tongtian Realm were plundered, and now even their weapons were stolen. Han Chen was simply a complete "robber".

Han Chen put the Tianmang Sword into the storage bracelet, and his palm moved, and another scroll appeared in his hand.

"This is?"

Han Chen raised his eyebrows lightly. This was a scroll he picked up casually. Martial arts or martial arts? Han Chen opened the scroll with doubts. The first thing that caught his eye were a few large seal characters.

"Flying with swords!"
Chapter completed!