One day later, the blood-colored miasma still shrouded the heads of the cultivators, as if they were about to pounce on the ferocious beasts below at any time.
Everything has a process of adaptation.
Now that the cultivators knew that the bloody miasma would not fall, there was naturally no fear. The cultivators had safely passed through the first half of the 500-mile Liuji Mountain.
The Black Rain cultivators went through several more battles. With their previous experiences, the cultivators wrapped themselves extremely tightly with body-protecting spiritual power every time. Many cultivators even used defensive magic weapons, but there were no more The monk died.
Zhuo Chi didn't fall into the illusion anymore.
Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole cultivator, was somewhat cautious. He had been leading Gu Qing, Pei Ying and other five people to the rightmost corner of the group of cultivators. There were cultivators in the early stage of Qi refining in front, behind and on the left and right.
The second half of the five hundred miles of Liuji Mountain is much better than the first half of the outer mountains of bones and flesh and blood.
At least it's not that scary.
The blood-colored miasma floating all over the surrounding mountains has become darker in color, but the color of the rocks and soil has not changed, and the mountains are no longer bare. There are many more lush trees and flowers. At first glance, if you can ignore the top Like the blood-colored miasma in the thick clouds, the scenery was not bad, but Gu Qing looked a little confused, how could flowers and plants grow in such a place.
If something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
Especially the few flowers and plants in the bloody miasma not far ahead are not only in good condition, but also exude a gleaming luster.
"That's... the Bone Spirit Flower! And the Red Blood Grass!"
A fifth-level Qi Refining monk pointed at the flowers and plants and exclaimed in a low voice.
"What?"
"Bone Spirit Flower, isn't this a very rare second-grade elixir? Rumor has it that even if you pick it and eat it raw, it can temper your bones!"
"And the red blood grass is also a second-grade elixir!"
The so-called second-grade elixirs are the medicinal materials used to refine second-grade elixirs. After all the cultivators saw these second-grade elixirs, their eyes suddenly turned red. Even Wang Tuozi, who had the highest cultivation level in the field, The eyeballs are also a little red.
He didn't see these things last time he came here. Could it be that he went the wrong way last time? Although the treasures in Yinfengling are better, the few second-grade elixirs in front of me are not much different.
"Fellow Taoists, be quiet! These elixir plants, I will do my duty and occupy the majority, and the rest will be distributed to you fellow Taoists according to their cultivation level. Even if you fellow daoists can't trust me, can you still not trust my Tianbei County Prince's Family?"
With a flash of body, Wang Tuozi stood in front of the bloody miasma that enveloped those second-grade elixir plants. With a flick of his sleeve, an invisible force of great strength swept away all the monks who tried to get close to those second-grade elixir plants. Sweep flew out.
puff!
A man who was cultivating at the fourth level of Qi Refining had his body-protecting spiritual power shattered on the spot. Blood spurted out from his mouth. He rolled down the mountain col and fell into the blood-colored miasma. With a pop, his flesh and blood fell off his body, and he died in miserable pain.
"Wang Tuozi! You actually killed my nephew like this!"
A gray-haired monk who was at the eighth level of Qi Refining roared and his eyes were splitting. The aura around him suddenly surged to the ninth level of Qi Refining. In anger, he shot at Wang Tuozi with all his strength.
Wang Tuozi smiled disdainfully, but then his expression suddenly changed.
Du Gang and Qi Yun each sacrificed their magic weapons and attacked together in a tacit understanding, echoing the gray-haired monk.
Three late-stage Qi refining monks fought with Wang Tuozi.
Gu Qing and the other six people had already retreated far away, with different expressions at this moment. The monks in the field had quickly separated into several groups. On the surface, the six of them were the weakest among the groups of monks.
Naturally, persimmons need to be soft to pinch.
"You, go up and collect those elixirs."
A cold voice sounded in the ears of Dou Qian, a thin monk with bulging eyes.
Dou Qian turned his head in panic and looked at the female cultivator on the seventh level of Qi Refining who made the remarks. This female cultivator on the seventh level of Qi Refining was the one who made sarcastic remarks in the lobby of the Cyclamen Restaurant in Xiuzhenfang City in the Wang Family Tribe. Cultivation by Gu Qing and others.
"Fellow Taoist, that bloody miasma..."
Dou Qian, a thin monk with protruding eyes, said with a smile on his face.
"How dare you call me a fellow Taoist and don't take a piss to take a photo of yourself? What kind of virtue do you have! Go get those elixirs for me. I don't want to say it a third time." This female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining , Hearing this, there was already a bit of murderous intent on his face.
The short monk Dou Qian with protruding eyes and the fat monk Zhao Wu with buck teeth looked at each other, both feeling helpless.
"How dare you dawdle..."
A trace of disdain flashed across the face of this female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining.
"Get rid of her!"
There was an unspeakable strange sound, and then the female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining condensed her eyes, her head separated from her body, hit the ground and rolled around a few times, stopping in front of Gu Qing.
Her lips were slightly opened and closed, and confusion flashed in the female cultivator's eyes. Then her pupils became blurred, and her face became frozen with a hint of murderous intent and disdain.
Dou Qian and Zhao Wu have revealed their true cultivation.
Among them, the buck-toothed Zhao Wu was actually a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi refining, and Dou Qian was also at the eighth level of Qi refining. Zhao Wu was holding a flute instrument, which emitted a ripple-like faint blue light. Dou Qian was holding a black stick-shaped magic weapon. Five slender sharp blades extended from the upper half of the stick-like magic weapon. At this moment, the white light on the three sharp blades on it was disappearing.
In just a short moment, these two people shot at the same time and instantly killed the female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi Refining!
Many monks in the field cast their eyes over.
"younger sister!"
Du Gang, a tall cultivator of the ninth level of Qi Refining who was besieging Wang Tuozi with two others, couldn't help but scream in pain. He pressed his big hand downwards, and several black cold lights forced Wang Tuozi back and returned to his palm. His expression became extremely serious at this moment.
He quickly retreated from the battle group and quickly came to Zhao Wu and Dou Qian. He looked at the body of the female cultivator on the ground with her head missing, feeling a little lost and her lips trembling involuntarily.
"Ah……"
The stiff cheeks trembled slightly, and Du Gang showed a cold smile. The corners of his mouth that were cracked by the golden Zen staff-like magic weapon in Wang Tuozi's hand opened wide, and a trace of bright red blood poured into his collar. Then, his body The shape disappeared instantly.
Both Zhao Wu and Dou Qian's expressions changed.
The two of them used their methods as if facing a formidable enemy. The flute held by Zhao Wu emitted a faint green light, and the five slender sharp blades on the stick-like magic weapon in Dou Qian's hand lit up one after another. The two of them jumped forward, He responded to Du Gang, whose whole body seemed to be ignited with blood flames.
…
Gu Qing frowned.
At this time, the ragtag group of more than a hundred monks had become a mess.
The monks with high cultivation level forced the monks with low cultivation level to enter the bloody miasma and pick out the few elixirs. The low cultivation level monks did not want to die, so they often worked together to fight to the death.
A melee unfolded uncontrollably, and soon some monks were thrown into the bloody miasma. Their flesh and blood were removed with a stabbing sound, and they died miserably. The fragile cooperative relationship between these hundreds of monks was originally based on interests, but now because of It seemed normal for several elixirs to turn against each other, but he always felt that something was wrong. Was this falling out too fast?
He glanced at the few second-grade elixirs, retreated quickly, and came to a distance of more than ten feet behind the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying.
Gu Qing looked at the elixirs again. He condensed his consciousness into a few very fine threads and probed into the blood-colored miasma. A stinging feeling came from the center of his eyebrows, and the blood-colored miasma continued. Even the power of spiritual consciousness can corrode.
Looking sideways, there are already monks trying to use strange rope magic weapons to set up several second-level elixirs in the blood-colored miasma. Unfortunately, any magic weapon that comes into contact with the blood-colored miasma will quickly lose its spirituality and be completely destroyed. Gu Qing I also saw a monk manipulating the refined corpse, trying to collect those few elixirs, but not only did the refined corpse fall into the bloody miasma, but because he spent too much energy, he was killed by the monk who thought he was his companion.
Looking back, Gu Qing frowned slightly.
There seems to be nothing wrong with these elixirs, but how do they survive in such a terrifying bloody miasma?
After thinking for a while, Gu Qing glanced at the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying.
This female cultivator seemed very calm.
Gu Qing walked quickly and came to Pei Ying's side.
"Why, don't fellow Taoists fight for those few elixirs? Those are second-grade elixirs. Just take one to Xiuzhenfang City and exchange it for dozens of mid-grade spiritual stones." Gu Qing's biography The sound rang in the ears of the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying.
Pei Ying's expression was slightly stagnant.
"Why didn't Fellow Daoist Lin take action?" she asked rhetorically.
"To be honest, Lin feels that he is in danger and is about to leave. A place like Liuji Mountain cannot be said to be a dojo for evil cultivators." Gu Qing responded through the voice transmission with an expressionless face.
"Brother Lin guessed it right. This place is indeed the dojo of an evil cultivator, but the evil cultivator has been dead for a thousand years and his soul is gone."
Pei Ying's voice sounded in Gu Qing's ears.
What she said sounded a bit nice, but it didn't match her face. Gu Qing nodded imperceptibly when he heard the words, touched his chin and frowned.
Even if you leave, there is no reason to return empty-handed.
He brushed the storage bag with his left hand as if inadvertently, and a black-robed figure rushed towards the bloody miasma. His skin and flesh were scorched with a sting, but his skin and flesh were not picked off like other monks who came into contact with this bloody miasma. Severely injured and unable to move, the black-robed figure entered the bloody miasma, abruptly pulled out several elixirs, and then crossed the miasma back to Gu Qing's side.
Gu Qing waved his hand and put the Iron Corpse and several elixirs into his storage bag, then glanced indifferently at the stunned Yin-Yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying.
His figure swayed and he quickly ran away towards the way he came.
"That thief, Xiu, please leave!"
"Put down my elixir quickly!"
Wang Tuozi, Qi Yun and other cultivators who were in a ball in the field were surprised and happy when they saw this. They were so surprised that some monks actually snatched away several second-grade elixirs. They were so happy that there was no need to continue. Think about how to remove a few second-grade elixirs from the bloody miasma.
All the cultivators took out their most powerful magic weapons and threw them at Gu Qing.
Without looking back, Gu Qing first grabbed the confused Pei Ying and blocked him behind him. Then he flicked the storage bag around his waist and took out a hundred water dragon talismans and a hundred fire dragon talismans connected by spiritual consciousness. , and suddenly threw it towards Wang Tuozi and other cultivators behind.
His consciousness moved slightly, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly dropped by 20%, and then a spiritual light of water and fire suddenly exploded.
In just an instant, the two hundred low-grade spiritual talismans linked together by Gu Qing's spiritual consciousness turned into the shape of two hundred dragons squeezed together. The two-color swimming dragons met and water and fire merged.
Boom!
Immediately, a white mushroom cloud dozens of feet thick appeared, and the bloody miasma around it surged violently with huge force.
Countless deep ravines opened on the ground in an instant, and the huge shock wave pushed more than a hundred monks flying out. Wang Tuozi, who was the first to bear the brunt, roared angrily, revealing his powerful cultivation at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, and his body shape Standing upright, he flew backwards several hundred feet like a sack, smashed into countless rocks, and fell into a pool of bloody mud with a splash.
Gu Qing used this thrust to fly forward, flying like a sharp sword for more than ten miles. Most of the crackling gravel behind hit Pei Ying, a female cultivator with a yin and yang face. The huge impact made Pei Ying almost Vomiting blood.
But Pei Ying endured it.
Just because of the voice in her ear just now.
"I am seven and you are three."
Gu Qing's voice was cold.
But Pei Ying felt that not to mention that he didn't actually vomit blood, even if he did vomit blood, he would not be able to do anything but get 30% of the benefits after processing the few elixirs, which was simply worth it.
Feeling the softness on his back, Gu Qing's expression did not change.
He stopped behind a hill and turned to look back at the white energy that had not dissipated behind him. The power of this low-grade spiritual talisman was too scattered. Even if it could force the enemy back, it would still require proficiency to kill a late-stage Qi-training monk like Wang Tuozi. Daydreaming.
Gu Qing didn't want to kill Wang Tuozi or other veteran late-stage Qi refining monks. After all, his cultivation was the eighth level of Qi refining.
"If you want to sneak up on me and take advantage of it, do it now."
Gu Qing said coldly.
"How is that possible?"
Pei Ying, who was hesitating on the side, was shocked when he heard this. Pei Ying smiled brightly and quickly put away the sword-shaped talisman in his sleeve.
