After being shocked, all the cultivators fell silent.
"Senior Wang, my family has important matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave for now!"
"My old friend came to visit recently and won't stay here long."
"Fellow Taoists, my concubine has given birth to a son, and now her life is imminent. I want to rush back to see her one last time. Goodbye!"
Immediately, many monks in the early and middle stages of Qi refining took out the sound transmission jade talisman, and each said they had something to do and wanted to leave. A considerable number of monks turned around and left without saying a word.
Gu Qing and the other six people also exchanged looks.
Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole monk, looked flinching and hesitated for a while.
"In such an evil place, the blood-colored miasma is like a living thing. It is really unheard of. Just now, the fellow Taoist on the sixth level of Qi Refining was seriously injured without any resistance at all. I think we should take a long-term approach." He spoke in a deep voice.
The fat monk Zhao Wu with buck teeth and the short monk Dou Qian with protruding eyes were both hesitant. Gu Changxing had a look of contemplation in his eyes, but the female cultivator Pei Ying with a sinister face had her head lowered, and many people around her were confused. Like a monk, he walked forward.
Gu Qing didn't respond either.
His eyes fell on Wang Tuozi vaguely.
"Fellow Taoists who are in the early stage of Qi refining, follow Senior Wang and walk in front!"
"With Senior Wang opening the way, what else do you have to fear?"
"I am willing to give you the final say!"
Not long after Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole cultivator, finished speaking, a dozen or so cultivators in the middle stage of Qi refining and the two cultivators in the late stage of Qi refining worked tacitly to force back all the cultivators who were about to leave.
Then Gu Qing, Zhuo Chi and other monks in the early stages of Qi refining were either forced or took the initiative to enter the Liuji Mountain realm.
The sixth-level Qi-refining cultivator who had had most of his skin and flesh removed from his body was now a ferocious skeleton, completely cut off from life, with his jaw wide open, the blood-colored skull, the eye sockets slightly deformed, and blood-colored blood floating around the body. fog.
When Gu Qing passed by the wreckage, he glanced at the bloody mist floating above the wreckage with the corner of his eye.
His expression was slightly solemn.
As he walked into the Liuji Mountain area, the blood-colored miasma around him was like a dark cloud weighing on his heart. He only felt that the spiritual power in his body was running, which seemed to be a little stagnant. But as he carefully sensed it, This sluggishness disappeared.
Very weird.
Gu Qing quietly condensed his consciousness and probed towards the bloody mist floating on the wreckage, but he suddenly pulled it back midway.
…
Among the two late-stage Qi-refining cultivators behind, the tenth-level Qi-refining cultivator with sinister eyes and long hair as long as dead tree roots glanced at the ferocious wreckage, and then reached out from a distance, and a few wisps of light gray The spiritual power condensed into a thread, barely missing the filaments of Gu Qing's spiritual consciousness. It penetrated the blood-colored mist, briefly explored the ferocious wreckage, and quickly retrieved two storage bags.
The monk at the tenth level of Qi refining was overjoyed.
But before the cultivator waved his hand to put away the two storage bags, an arrogant spiritual power came from the side and swept one of the storage bags away, and his eyes suddenly froze.
He suddenly turned his head and stared at the stiff-faced and tall ninth-level Qi Refining monk beside him with a poisonous snake-like gaze.
"Fellow Taoist Du Gang, what do you mean?"
"No intention." The ninth-level Qi-refining cultivator, who was called Du Gang, grinned and responded in a loud voice, "Everyone depends on their ability. If fellow Taoist Qi Yun wants to take action, Du will accompany him to the end."
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun took a deep look at Du Gang, sneered in his heart, turned around without saying a word and followed the cultivators in front.
…
With chaotic and dull footsteps and hushed conversations, more than a hundred monks followed Wang Tuozi, walking on the muddy blood-colored mountain road through the 500-mile Liuji Mountain.
Two groups of more than 10,000 people fighting in the depths of Liuji Mountain in the distance were covered by the bloody miasma that filled the mountain and disappeared from the eyes of the cultivators.
Soon, light black lines of rain fell, and the sky was obscured by dark clouds at some point. The blood-colored miasma in the air of Liuji Mountain seemed to merge with the dark clouds in the sky.
The rainwater with a strong fishy smell hit the barren rocks on both sides, and merged into piles of scattered bones. The bones were washed by the rain, revealing their blood color, and streams of blood seeped out along the rocks. The texture flows down the mountain.
Compared with the previous speed, their speed at this moment can be described as a turtle speed.
With the lesson learned from the sixth-level Qi Refining monk in front of them, no one among them dared to try to speed up rashly. They just followed Wang Tuozi and moved forward slowly.
Like other monks around him who showed a protective aura, Gu Qing's whole body also had a white aura, as if a white mist enveloped him, and the black rain line could not get close to him.
Under the dense white mist, Gu Qing stretched out his hand to catch a drop of black rain, and a trace of spiritual consciousness quietly penetrated it.
Suppressed, struggling, howling...
Dozens of persistent obsessions made Gu Qing raise his eyebrows.
"This rain... contains the obsession of the remaining soul?"
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
The dark clouds on the sky that merged with the bloody miasma were churning violently like a pot of hot oil poured with cold water.
Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.
Wang Tuozi in front had stopped, glanced at the black rain curtain with a very solemn expression, and said in a deep voice: "Repair on the spot, everyone is on guard, wait until the rain stops before moving forward."
"What does Senior Wang mean by this?"
"It's just a rain, why should we, the monks, be afraid!"
The cultivators following behind spoke one after another.
Among them was a gray-haired cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining, with a slight frown on his brows. "Although this rain is a bit evil, it does not threaten us cultivators. It seems that Senior Wang is hiding something."
With a strange smile on Wang Tuozi's face, he looked back at the cultivators: "Hide it? I don't seem to have revealed anything about the situation here to you. Since you are rushing to those ancient caves, , you just need to know that the narrow escape from death that I said earlier is not a lie."
After saying that, Wang Tuozi stood with his hands behind his hands and continued: "Yinfeng Ridge is at the end of the Five Hundred Li Liuji Mountain. If you want to go on your own, I will not stop you at all."
As Wang Tuozi's words fell, the rain became heavier, and his figure became blurred in the black rain curtain until he was invisible.
No one among the cultivators said anything, and they all waited where they were.
Zhuo Chi was slightly distracted when he heard this.
He secretly speculated on Wang Tuozi's thoughts, but before he could figure out the reason, he felt a stab of pain in his back.
"hiss……"
He was startled, and then he realized that his body-protecting spiritual power had been silently corroded by the rain. The black rain fell on his back, like a red-hot iron, stamping on his back. On the bed, the severe pain made his expression slightly distorted.
Looking at the rain curtains on both sides, Gu Qing and the other five people who were originally beside him were all blurred, and they were in strange postures like black strange trees. He used his spiritual power to relieve the severe pain in his back, and took out a yellow card A handful of shiny talismans were placed on his chest.
A faint yellow light enveloped Zhuo Chi.
"Brother Lin? Fellow Daoist Pei?"
Zhuo Chi shouted several times, but there was no response.
He frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, and came to the side of a black figure. When he took a look, he felt a chill coming to his heart.
This is a strange tree.
It was as if black bones were planted in the ground, and several human heads with half-faces intact grew out, with strands of weed-like hair hanging on the ground. He just glanced at Zhuo Chi and backed away.
After gasping for breath for a while, Zhuo Chi suddenly coughed out a mouthful of black blood, and then he felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly declining.
Zhuo Chi secretly thought something was wrong.
He patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a bottle of green elixir for healing. When he opened the cork, he saw that the elixir inside quickly rotted and turned into a blood-colored thin mist. A yellowish light flashed violently around him. .
The elixir bottle had been corroded and melted, and the blood-colored mist spread to his skin and flesh, but was blocked by the yellowish light and dispersed in all directions.
At this moment Zhuo Chi realized something.
He shook his hand and threw away the elixir bottle in his hand that was half melted by corrosion, then held his breath and controlled the aura around him.
Realizing that the decline of spiritual power in his body had indeed slowed down a lot, Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole cultivator, breathed a sigh of relief.
…
The dancing Zhuo Chi attracted Gu Qing's attention.
Gu Qing's eyes were somewhat strange.
Like Zhuochi, the bamboo pole cultivator, many of the other early Qi refining cultivators fell into a state of dancing. Some even took off their clothes on the spot, curled up and lay in the bloody mud, and after a while they started fighting. snore.
Gu Qing's figure stood still, not moving.
The white body-protecting spiritual light did not fluctuate at all under the black rain line. He could feel the stagnant movement of spiritual power in his body. This was a very special feeling. It was not that the spiritual power in his body was escaping, but that he was The spiritual energy in the body is being suppressed by some kind of force.
While waiting, Gu Qing's consciousness separated into a few strands and looked around.
Under the black rain curtain, the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying felt something. She looked sideways at Gu Qing's position, a little moved, but in the end she still didn't detect her spiritual consciousness. After all, her spiritual consciousness was weaker than this one's. A lot of it.
After hesitating for a while, she sent a message to Gu Qing.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, are you willing to cooperate with this little girl?"
Gu Qing's expression moved slightly.
With the corner of his eye, he glanced at the side of the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying. She was not far away from him, and a thin black shadow was vaguely visible through the rain curtain. He thought for a moment.
"Can."
Gu Qing's message was very brief.
At this time, Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole monk on the side, had taken out a bottle of elixir and was staring at it with a horrified expression. He suddenly threw the bottle of elixir to the ground with a flick of his hand, then squatted down slightly and held his breath. Breathing, controlling the aura around him, his horrified expression finally calmed down a bit.
"The black raindrops seem to be fused with the obsessions of the dead soldiers on Liuji Mountain. Brother Zhuo must have been affected by these persistent obsessions and fell into some kind of illusion."
Pei Ying's message rang in Gu Qing's ears.
"Of course."
Gu Qing's voice transmission response was still brief.
"This senior of the Wang family must have an ulterior motive for inviting me here. The Yinfeng Ridge is extremely dangerous. I am afraid that only some of the hundreds of monks who came here will survive. However, with Brother Lin's cooperation with the little girl, the little girl's confidence Big increase.”
Pei Ying sent another message.
"Promote love."
Gu Qing responded perfunctorily.
Pei Ying looked over, and even though the naked eye couldn't penetrate the black rain curtain, Gu Qing could still sense her gaze.
Gu Qing's expression remained unchanged as he took out a low-grade water-attribute spiritual stone and stood up to adjust his breathing. In the past few days, he had consumed very little spiritual energy while traveling, but it was still somewhat consumed.
The rain lasted for less than two-quarters of an hour. The moment the rain stopped, the crouching figure of Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole monk, trembled. His fearful and dull expression disappeared, and he let out a long breath.
Fantasy.
Fortunately it's an illusion.
This scene happened to many early Qi refining monks.
It is worth mentioning that among the six people including Gu Qing, only Zhuo Chi fell into the illusion. Gu Qing, Pei Ying, Gu Changxing and other five people looked at each other with some deep meaning.
"Hahaha……"
"Why is Brother Zhuo so embarrassed?"
"He must have been careless and not prepared."
"Perhaps the rain lines falling towards Brother Zhuo are relatively dense..."
"Don't make fun of Brother Zhuo!"
Several people looked at each other and smiled, each speaking.
Zhuo Chi, the bamboo monk who was teased, blushed slightly. He took off the talisman that was attached to his chest but failed to activate, picked up the bottle of elixir that was thrown on the ground, and touched his nose.
He was just about to say a few words, but the cultivators became a little commotion.
The six people cast their eyes over.
A few feet away, I saw a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator who had taken off his clothes and was lying in the bloody mud. He was curled up into a ball and wailing in a low voice. The skin and flesh all over the cultivator's body had somehow grown together, like a pool of melted water. The candle was broken, and the lips that were stuck together were torn open by him with great effort, and bloody mucus gurgled out. The cultivators scattered in disgust.
Even though Gu Qing had been in a state of mind for more than a hundred years, he felt a little chilly.
Not long after, the miserable monk died, and his storage bag was put away by a seventh-level Qi-refining cultivator with sharp eyes and quick hands.
The sound of killing was heard in the distance. Team after team of cavalry rushed towards the depths of Liuji Mountain from another direction. After a while, the army that reached the sky spread from the distance.
The expressions of the cultivators were somewhat strange. Just now, even the monks fell into hallucinations after being broken through the body-protecting aura of Black Rain. How could the ordinary soldiers not be affected?
"Keep going."
Wang Tuozi took a few glances at the advancing army, slightly twitched his lips, turned around and continued on his way.
