Chapter 1682 - 33: Furious Roar [2-in-1]_2

Chapter 1682: Chapter 33: Furious Roar [2-in-1]_2

Fang Che’s Five Spirits Gu absorbed again, and the Five Spirits Gu of the deceased instantly turned to powder, with the last wisp of black smoke entering Fang Che’s Five Spirits Gu mouth.

The Five Spirits Gu flew back above Fang Che’s head, emitting waves of joyful spirit.

In Fang Che’s hand was the Netherworld, and he felt a cold shiver run through his body.

A deep blood mark slowly opened at the tiger’s mouth.

Blood bubbled out.

The dying counterattack of this person almost seriously injured Fang Che, even in haste.

Moreover, Fang Che used the Junlin Nine Forms.

"No wonder it’s Saint Level!"

Fang Che sighed inwardly, now fully understanding the true meaning of the words "a bit stronger, a lot stronger" spoken by the Golden Horned Flood Dragon.

"A bit stronger" was to save face for the master.

But adding "a lot stronger" was to realize this was a life-and-death battle, leaving no room for misjudgment, so another honest remark was quickly added.

Undoubtedly, if it were a fair duel, Fang Che’s current cultivation would absolutely not be a match for this person!

There were only two outcomes: escape or be killed.

"Who is this person?"

Fang Che searched the body, but this person had nothing on them, making it even harder to prove their identity.

Perhaps there was something in the Space Ring, but the Space Ring was already destroyed.

"Truly ruthless!"

Fang Che gently exhaled: "Truly strong."

With a flick of his hand, the body fell back into the tree hole.

Flames arose.

The fire blazed.

Fang Che disappeared down the path like smoke.

Qualification increased by one.

In the Gu God World, Fang Che traveled across eight thousand miles of battles, wherever he went, although many places went to great lengths to conceal it, there were still traces of fighting.

Counting the time, the real fighting hadn’t lasted many days; yet battle marks were everywhere.

In some dangerous terrains, such as canyon entrances or turning rocks, sword and knife wind marks were densely packed.

"Seventy-five already."

Along the way acquiring qualifications, Fang Che had already slain seventy-four people consecutively; although mostly through ambush, the Netherworld had not appeared again.

This slowly pressed down the initial scare after encountering the first.

Turning into extreme caution.

In the end, the little flying knives struck twice, both times killing instantly.

The cultivation also improved significantly, which made his intent to kill burn ever more fiercely, unable to resist leaning in the dense branches of a big tree, his gaze frequently shifting to the mountains where the Purple Lightning Bird resided.

All of them are over there.

It’s not far now.

Fang Che’s eyes flickered.

Constructing psychological fortitude repeatedly in his heart.

Ultimately, Captain Fang couldn’t resist the temptation of thirty thousand human heads, slowly moving toward that direction.

This is the Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan at the Sect Master Level; anyone coming out of here gains the qualification to establish a sect, and a sect is enough to keep a Guardian busy for a long time.

Even more so, maybe a Guardian Hall alone can’t deal with them.

Because in this batch, most are above Monarchs, Venerable level, and even many Saint Level, but what about the Guardian Hall?

In a continent like Baiyun State, the Hall Master is only Eighth Grade Emperor Level!

Not to mention Venerable Saint Level, they haven’t even reached Monarch.

So... once this batch goes out, they even have the qualification to overturn the table in front of the Guardian Hall!

How could Fang Che allow such a situation to spread everywhere?

Thus, his killing intent rose frantically.

"The more kills, the better, one more is one more!"

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon scouted the way ahead, reporting back at this moment: "Ahead are three people in a staggered formation nearby, two more are scouting the direct path."

Fang Che sighed.

A face full of trouble.

It must be said, this time’s difficulty was dozens of times greater than the last.

Not only is it a matter of cultivation, but also experience, leadership charm, leadership experience, and family background bonus and position honing people’s hearts...

With the Golden Horned Flood Dragon probing all movements for him, Fang Che didn’t have to worry about being ambushed!

Also, he could ambush anyone.

And indeed, that’s how it was.

However, the biggest problem lies in... Fang Che could ambush anyone, but whether successful or not, he would likely face a siege!

For instance, the current situation involves five people ahead, very clearly forming an alliance, either acquainted before coming in, or one is extremely capable, subduing the other four post-entry.

But regardless, Fang Che could at most kill one with an ambush.

And after the kill, he must face the siege of the other four!

And such situations are now commonplace in the Gu God World; Fang Che himself, cannot reach the suppression realm in the later stages of the previous Cultivating Gu to Become a God Plan, to pulverize like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood!

Therefore, every kill confronts Fang Che with a life-and-death test.

This kind of situation, Fang Che has encountered seven or eight times all the way through his path. Each time, he only escaped with injuries.

But he has no intention to give up.

"Five people... how is their cultivation?" Fang Che asked.

"Four have a bit stronger aura than you, but the middle one is much stronger, slightly weaker than the one in the tree hole."

The Golden Horned Flood Dragon reported back.

Every person killed now is the main topic for Fang Che and the Golden Horned Flood Dragon’s exchanges, and they have chosen ten people with distinctive cultivation and combat power as benchmarks for comparison.

"The one in the middle is much stronger..."

Fang Che calculated.

"A bit weaker than the one in the tree hole... so I can escape from his hand."

Fang Che steeled his heart.

Placing two Dan Yun Divine Pills for recovering injuries below Saint level in his mouth, also pushing in two pills to maintain his cultivation, sighing as he did so.