The higher the realm, the greater the spiritual energy required, and the longer the cultivation time.
But at this moment, Abel found that his cultivation speed had reached an astonishing speed.
When Abel and Usord were cultivating, they didn't know that this small courtyard had already been targeted.
Such a huge amount of spiritual power, gathered in a courtyard, was foggy all day, how could it not attract the attention of others.
At this moment, 2 people in uniform and holding a machete were staring closely at Abel's courtyard.
"It's been 10 days, and this spiritual fog has condensed and won't disperse. There must be a gathering spirit formation here. Let's hurry up and tell Fritch King the news…"
1 of them whispered.
The other person nodded, and then the 2 turned around and prepared to leave.
But just when the 2 turned around, who knows when, a masked man appeared behind the 2.
Just as the 2 turned around, the masked man shot instantly.
With both hands in the shape of claws, they directly squeezed the throats of the 2 of them, squeezing the throat bones instantly.
The 2 of them didn't have time to struggle, they just died.
After killing the 2 of them, the masked man looked at Abel's foggy courtyard, and couldn't help cursing: "Too careless, I really thought it was peaceful here…"
After the masked man finished speaking, his body flashed and he entered the courtyard.
At this time, Abel was at a critical moment of cultivation. He was like an old monk who was in meditation, and he couldn't even notice what was going on outside.
Entering the room, the masked man looked at Abel who was cultivating, and suddenly let out a sneer.
"He didn't even set up a defensive formation, careless, too careless…"
The masked man said, tearing off the black scarf from his face.
A pockmarked face appeared.
This man turned out to be a flax.
Oldrim looked at Abel's body with a faint dark golden light, and couldn't help but smile: "This guy, this is about to break through again."
With that said, Oldrim took out a few spells and tossed them at will, and several spells began to surround Abel.
The rays of light surrounded Abel, while the beard himself sat leisurely aside, took out a lot of melon seeds and knocked it up.
Another day and night.
The dark golden light on Abel's body became more and more intense, accompanied by a humming sound.
Looking around, Abel at this time is like a fairy, extremely mysterious.
"In a small realm, this guy needs such a huge spiritual power, it's too perverted…"
Looking at Abel, Oldrim was speechless.
hum
There was a sudden wave of spiritual power, and Abel suddenly opened his eyes, his body glowing with golden light.
"Comfortable, it's really comfortable to practice in this place…"
Abel couldn't help but sighed in admiration.
"You almost lost your life, see if you are still crying…"
Oldrim said with a smile.
Abel was taken aback for a moment, because he had just woken up, he didn't notice the flax seeds.
Hearing Oldrim's voice, Abel's face became a little ugly.
"Master Umia, why are you here?"
Abel asked in surprise.
"I've been here for a few months. If I wasn't here, you might have been assassinated long ago when you were cultivating."
"You practiced, and you didn't even set up a defensive array. Didn't you stick your head out to be chopped off?"
Oldrim reprimanded Abel.
Abel's face was suddenly embarrassed. He was really careless at that time. He felt that there were immortal cultivators here, and it was not unusual for people to cultivate immortals.
In addition, none of these people on Delolia Island knew him, who would kill him.
"Master Umia, you said someone wanted to harm me, what the hell is going on? No 1 here knows me…"
Abel asked in surprise.
He didn't understand why someone would harm him here, just because he was filled with spiritual energy and formed a spiritual fog, would those people kill him?
To be continued........
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