"Get out of the way!"
Yan's stubborn eyes are about to burst.
Able to weaken demonic energy and launch attacks, this sand salamander has obviously become a first-level demonic beast a long time ago. Yan Lei is only at the second level of Qi refining, how can he block this tail flick!
Veins popped up all over his body. Yan Wan roared and stamped on the sand, rushing towards the sand salamander as if flying close to the ground.
Yan Lei felt a fierce wind envelope him. Before the shadow of the giant tail could hit him, the wind and sand around him had been wrapped up and hit him. The gravel instantly penetrated his clothes and tore apart his skin. Fine wounds.
The bone-piercing pain caused Yan Lei to loosen his wrist, and the sword came out of his hand.
A trace of surprise flashed across his extremely green face, and then a low crackling sound reached his ears, and his vision went dark.
Bang!
A ball of bloody flesh flew through the air and hit the yellow sand.
Yan Wan and the other two teenagers froze for a moment and looked up at the figure covered in black robes in front of Yan Lei.
rustle!
The Sand Salamander, which had been alive just now, with its giant virtual tail attacking, had its giant virtual tail shattered by a punch, its back shattered, and the whole beast turned into a ball of blood-colored flesh. Its vitality was cut off, and its body was smashed. After getting out of the sand pit, which was more than ten feet long, the yellow sand around the sand pit flew around like huge waves in the sea. The yellow sand rustled down and buried their faces towards Yan Wan and the three teenagers.
The figure covered in black robe has disappeared.
"It's him!"
Yan Wan muttered to himself.
He recognized the figure in black robes. He was the guy who drove him into the ground six years ago. He was a subordinate of Gu Qing who had a blood feud.
Yan Lei gasped in shock, but the pain in his body became more and more obvious. He screamed in pain and squatted on the sand, covering his face. The other two teenagers were shocked when they saw this and quickly gathered over.
"Yan Lei, how are you?"
The person who spoke was a soft-looking girl who was no more than thirteen or fourteen years old. She was the one Yan Wan called Yan Ya.
Yan Wan didn't care about Yan Lei.
In short, the injuries were definitely not fatal.
This kid didn't listen to the command and tried to fight against the sand salamander. If that guy hadn't taken action, this kid would have turned into a pulp by now.
He came to the sand pit and looked at the sand salamander that was slowly buried in the yellow sand and died in an extremely tragic manner. A dim light flashed in his eyes. The man's men were so tyrannical and wanted to avenge a sea of blood. It seemed that they couldn't see it. What hope.
…
Outside the Red Feather Formation, in the mid-air, the Dragon-backed Goshawk kept emitting bursts of chirping, but was completely silenced by the strong wind and yellow sand.
A black-robed figure stood on the back of the Dragon-backed Goshawk.
The formation light curtain of the Red Feather Formation below soon opened a portal. The Dragon-backed Goshawk swooped down and escaped from the yellow sand in the sky. It shook the black-robed figure behind it and fluttered its wings happily in the Red Feather Formation. fly.
Bang!
The black-robed figure hit the ground, and there was a pavilion in front of him.
In the pavilion, a handsome young man in black was leaning against the window, holding an ancient book in his hand, his expression a little dull.
As soon as the black-robed figure landed on the ground, he took off the hood that covered his face, revealing an extremely ferocious face. The dense wounds on it were everted, showing a black stagnant state. It was obviously an old injury. A vague corpse odor floated from the body of the black-robed figure. The black-robed figure's turbid and white eyes looked at the young man in black leaning against the window.
His expression was vaguely weird.
"The person leaning there is Gu Qing, and I am also Gu Qing. Is this body Gu Qing, or am I Gu Qing?"
The black-robed figure said to himself.
His voice sounded like gold and iron, extremely harsh and unpleasant.
"This body is me, but I am not this body."
The handsome young man in black jumped out of the window, closed the ancient book in his hand, and his dull expression moved slightly.
This conversation is nothing more than self-questioning and answering.
The black-robed figure and the young man in black stood opposite each other, and then the black-robed figure pointed a sword at the center of his ferocious face, and then a fuzzy gray light group swayed out from the center of his eyebrows and returned. The handsome young man in black had his eyes between his eyebrows.
The expression of the young man in black became alert.
The young man in black is undoubtedly Gu Qing, and the ferocious black-robed figure is the iron corpse comparable to a monk in the late stage of Qi Refining.
Nowadays, Gu Qing's cultivation aura has reached the eighth level of Qi refining without hiding it. Looking at the vague sense of harmony around him, it is not difficult to see that he has reached the level of cultivation at the eighth level of Qi refining. To perfection.
This is the result of sixteen years of cultivation in the stele space.
After sending Wang Rong and Jian Yu away from the inner sect, Gu Qing studied the changes in the Three Talents Forbidden System and entered the stele space again. He found that after a few months in the outside world, the passage of time in the stele space had become faster.
And this acceleration of the passage of time continues.
Two years after Gu Qing arrived here, the time flow rate in the stele space has reached the point where one day in the outside world and three days inside it.
After that, the time flow rate in the stele space became stable.
Now six years have passed in the outside world, but Gu Qing has been practicing in the stone tablet space for nearly sixteen years. Now he has successfully pushed his cultivation to the eighth level of Qi refining.
This is the limit he reached during the previous stage of his path while practicing Jin Yang Gong, and it is also the highest state he has ever reached.
Now he faced a bigger problem.
His cultivation speed has become slower and slower.
Logically speaking, it is normal for cultivation to become slower and slower as one's realm improves, but Gu Qing's situation is quite different.
His spiritual root qualifications are above average, and his affinity with water spiritual roots and spiritual energy is close to 50%. However, the efficiency of his current cultivation is not even comparable to that of some inferior spiritual roots. He can feel the spiritual energy he has incorporated into his body, which is 50%. Four-fifths disappeared out of thin air, leaving only one-fifth who could truly practice the Guishui Guiyi Gong, transform it into spiritual power and return it to his Dantian to enhance his cultivation.
Gu Qing had already guessed the reason for this.
This should be the change brought about by the Great Five Elements Condensation Magic. He had a faint feeling when he practiced on the previous stage of the path.
However, it is far from as exaggerated as it is now.
The gray ball of light that just returned to the center of Gu Qing's eyebrows is the seed of divine consciousness that Gu Qing used to control the iron corpse after he mastered the Corpse Control Technique. Flexibly control the refining corpse within a certain range. This time, Gu Qing put the iron corpse in a breathing robe and disguised it as a monk, and controlled it to go to the Cultivation Workshop City of the Wang family in Tianbei County.
He had done this many times.
The so-called seed of divine consciousness is the condensation of a small part of the divine soul power. After this small part of the divine soul power is separated from the body and condensed into the seed of divine consciousness, it can remotely echo Gu Qing's body, but it requires most of Gu Qing's mind to control it. Therefore, His expression just now seemed a little sluggish, and the further away this kind of control is, the longer the seed of consciousness is out of the body, the greater the loss of the monk's soul power.
"As expected, the big yue magical weapon was exchanged for 600 low-grade spiritual stones. Plus other miscellaneous things, the total is 1,120 low-grade spiritual stones. After purchasing a bottle of spirit-melting pill, there is still some left. Five hundred and eighty pieces of low-grade spiritual stones.”
Taking the storage bag handed over by Tie Zhi, Gu Qing was a little tired. He rubbed his brows and looked at several things in the storage bag.
This was the last bit of harvest he got after killing the monks and barbarians from the original Jiuda Village. In the past few years, he had scattered all the things he could sell, except for some magic talismans that he had made by himself. Empty.
Even some basic elixirs in the corners of the storage bags and a bunch of storage bags with different sizes of internal spaces have all been sold.
The elixirs and spiritual stones he had received in exchange had been exhausted in the long period of practice. This was why before Iron Corpse came back, he could only lean against the window, holding an ancient book called "Beize Ze Travels" and read it endlessly. One of the reasons.
Without spiritual stones, the efficiency of cultivation is very low.
Another reason is that most of his mind is controlling the iron corpse, and he is unable to do anything, whether it is seal painting or other things.
Gu Qing felt the seed of divine consciousness sinking into his sea of consciousness, and beside the completely condensed first-order talisman seed, his eyes showed a look of thinking.
Over the years, he has gained and lost.
After twelve years of cultivation in the stele space, his cultivation had reached the perfection level of the seventh level of Qi refining. After that, he noticed that his cultivation speed was increasing very slowly, so he decisively took the barrier-breaking pill, and by luck, After breaking through to the eighth level of Qi refining, he spent nearly four years practicing and consumed all the remaining cultivation resources before reaching the eighth level of Qi refining.
Although he had reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, he was already penniless.
One more thing.
The cultivation of jade crystal rice failed.
Even the second-level Lingtian soil and second-level Lingquan water he purchased at the Huifeng Valley Cultivation Workshop at the cost of a thousand lower-grade spiritual stones were also wasted. In addition, including the auction held by the Xiang family in Chihufang, He spent 800 low-grade spiritual stones to buy the jade crystal rice. Taken together, he paid 1,800 low-grade spiritual stones for this sum. It was placed on a monk in the late stage of ordinary Qi refining. So many spiritual stones were lost at once. Probably going crazy.
Gu Qing also suffered from physical pain for a long time before he recovered.
"Wang Tuozi's words are somewhat credible..."
Waving his hand to put away the iron corpse in front of him, Gu Qing touched his chin and frowned slightly.
At this moment, he was recalling what he had heard about the ancient Xiu Cave Mansion from Wang Tuozi, a veteran monk in the late Qi refining stage of the Wang family, who manipulated the iron corpse in the Xiuzhenfang City of the Wang family tribe.
Wang Tuozi is in the Xiuzhenfang City of the Wang family tribe, inviting "comrades from Tianbei County" to go to a secret place in the Beize Kingdoms. According to what Wang Tuozi said this time, in that secret place in the Beize Kingdoms, There are several ruins of caves of ancient monks.
The so-called ancient monks are the collective name for monks in ancient, medieval and modern times, and are generally used to refer to monks who lived thousands of years ago.
"No matter how credible what this cultivator says is true, in a few days, I will leave here temporarily and go to the countries in Beize."
Gu Qing transferred all the contents of the storage bag in his hand to his own storage bag containing ten square meters of space, and then stuffed the storage bag into his cuffs. Now he only has these two storage bags left. One is his storage bag containing ten squares of space, which is used to store his wealth, and the other is this storage bag containing four squares of space, which is placed in the cuff for use.
Afterwards, Gu Qing walked around the Red Feather Formation with his hands behind his back.
Of the 2,000-foot radius of the Red Feather Formation, 800-foot radius was allocated to the original Nine Villages, which are now used by the Yan family. The remaining space still seems extremely empty, especially after Zhen Jiulong left, and no one took care of the spiritual plants. Most of it withered, leaving only a kind of blood-colored vines growing wildly. They had grown everywhere. Several green hills in the formation were covered by these vines, showing a blood-red color.
It contrasts well with the dark red formation light curtain.
Gu Qing has no idea of cleaning up. It would be a waste of time. Moreover, he is not willing to do the cultivation of spiritual plants now.
Stepping on the soft blood-colored vines, Gu Qing quickly arrived in front of the formation light screen he assigned to the Yan family's land. After he sacrificed the formation disk, he could control the formation at will. This light screen was The part separated from the light curtain of the Red Feather Formation has an irregular shape. The deepest part is a few feet into the ground, and the highest point is more than 800 feet. It looks like a giant bowl upside down on the ground.
He had done it casually when he saved the young man from the Yan family.
He wanted to save him, so of course he did.
If the people of the Yan family are not wise in the future, he can just refine all the blood pills to increase the physical strength of the iron corpse.
With a step of his feet, Gu Qing's figure darted forward.
The light curtain that shrouded the Yan family opened a gap, and Gu Qing turned into a ball of white air and submerged into it, and his eyes suddenly brightened.
The exquisite stockade was built one after another on the hillside. There were many children playing by the ponds dug under the mountain col on one side. Gu Qing looked at it from a distance and had no intention of hiding his aura. Soon, there were More than twenty figures were running towards his direction.
"grown ups."
"Master Steward."
More than two dozen figures looked up from a distance, standing on flying swords as thin as cicada wings, a young man dressed fiercely in black.
"If you have anything important, please inform me with this jade talisman."
Gu Qing quietly looked at the twenty or so people below, focusing mainly on a few tall barbarians. Then he threw out a diamond-shaped sound transmission jade talisman. Among the twenty or so figures, the one with the highest cultivation level The old man at the seventh level of Qi Refining quickly stretched out his hand to catch it.
"yes."
"I would also like to thank the steward's men for rescuing Yan Lei earlier. Yan Lei, please thank the steward quickly."
With a smile on his face, the old man pulled Yan Lei aside.
Then, the old man pressed the back of the young man's neck, who had been instilled with many "Gu Mo Tou" ideas by Yan Wan, and forced him to bow and thank him.
"No need."
Gu Qing's indifferent eyes swept across Yan Lei's stubborn face.
