He fled in circles over Huaining County until the power of the Yellow Wind Talisman was exhausted, and the pale-faced Gu Qing plunged into a rapid stream.
The moment he plunged into the stream, Gu Qing visualized his eyebrows and raised eyes.
His figure came into the stone monument space.
In the space of the stone tablet that expanded to 11 feet, the spiritual energy was extremely rich, reaching the level of a cave built on top of the third-order spiritual veins. The ground paved with white jade was covered with thick spiritual mist. Gu Qing's figure suddenly Revealed, a massive amount of spiritual energy swarmed in and was absorbed into his body.
Gu Qing lay on his back in front of the dark stone tablet, as if dead for two full hours, not even moving a finger.
At this moment, not only was the spiritual power in his body overdrawn, but his essence and blood were also depleted, and his physical body was almost crushed. Although the power of his soul had not been exhausted, it only had about 20% of its peak strength, and due to the relationship with the foundation-building monk, The collision with the power of divine consciousness caused serious injuries to his soul.
After lying down for more than half an hour, he straightened up.
Taking off his black clothes, Gu Qing looked at the dense bleeding spots and bloody lines on his body, coughed lightly and spit out a small mouthful of black blood.
The severe pain in his internal organs made Gu Qing feel dizzy.
He circulated the little spiritual power he had just recovered in his body, trying to heal the injuries to his internal organs first.
puff!
Another mouthful of black blood spurted out.
Gu Qing lay crookedly in the space of the stone monument. He was lying on his side and noticed that there was a faint black energy on his chest.
"What is this?"
His breathing was slightly rapid.
This black energy clung to his internal organs and easily wiped out all his bloody spiritual power.
Gu Qing used his spiritual consciousness to explore the black energy clinging to his internal organs, and felt a sense of death, sadness, and desolation welling up in his heart and lingering.
"Death!"
He recalled the records in ancient books.
"This black energy turned out to be death energy, now we are in trouble." Gu Qing stood up and sat on the futon in front of the dark stone monument.
The so-called death energy can also be regarded as a type of yin energy.
It's easy to say that there are many ways to remove the remaining death energy from his body, but every time this death energy exists in his body, his vitality will decline.
Once vitality declines, life span will be shortened.
Gu Qing recalled the feeling of loose skin from the previous battle, and raised his hand to look at the skin of his arm.
"Although I can't feel how long I live at the moment, if a person gets older, his kidney energy will decline first, his skin and flesh will wrinkle, and his hair will turn white. My gray hair should have nothing to do with the decline in vitality, and the condition of my skin and flesh has not changed. The loss of vitality shouldn’t be big.”
He whispered.
After thinking for a moment, Gu Qing sensed the Yin Talisman in the Shenque Point.
Yin Sha Xuan Gong is practiced by gathering Yin Qi, and Death Qi is also a kind of Yin Qi. Gu Qing guessed that he should be able to use the power of this Yin Talisman to collect all the Death Qi in his body into the divine palace.
His eyebrows twitched slightly.
An invisible force came out from the center of his eyebrows and enveloped Gu Qing's body for more than ten feet. He used his spiritual consciousness to forcibly capture every trace of spiritual energy and poured it towards the Shenque Point.
As the spiritual energy entered the body, Gui Shui Gui Yi Gong circulated on its own, quickly wiping out the spiritual energy, resulting in the last remaining spiritual energy that Gu Qing sent to the Divine Tower.
He practiced awkwardly for more than ten hours.
The Yin Talisman in the Shenque Point trembled slightly, and then an invisible membrane appeared between Gu Qing's flesh, protecting him.
Immediately, the cold air from all directions penetrated into Gu Qing's body from the 36,000 pores all over his body, carrying away the death energy from his internal organs towards the Divine Tower.
Although he was unable to practice Yin Sha Xuan Gong and draw a second Yin Talisman in other acupoints, he could still barely do it by simply running Yin Sha Xuan Gong to gather cold energy.
In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.
All the death energy in Gu Qing's internal organs gathered in his Shenque acupoint, and was absorbed and fused by the Yin Talisman. The originally light cyan Yin Talisman glowed a little deeper.
"If we only use cold air, death air and other yin energy to strengthen the yin talisman in this Shenque acupoint, I don't know what changes will occur in the end." Gu Qing's consciousness condensed into his body, feeling the invisible barrier between the skin and flesh. Compared with before, it seemed that It's a little tougher.
He slowly opened his eyes.
These seven days have passed, his physical body has been nourished by spiritual power, and his injuries are basically no longer serious. His soul power has also recovered to about 50%. However, the depleted blood essence and blood have still not recovered much. He took out a hundred-day grain-proofing pill. After taking the pill, he suddenly remembered something and looked at the large vat beside him.
The cold-patterned spirit dragon was floating half-dead.
During this period, every time he practiced the Five Qi Sword Technique, he would put all the items in the stone tablet space into the storage bag. The Cold Pattern Spirit Dragon was tossed every time he threw it into the bamboo basket magic weapon. After tossing and turning, I still haven't eaten it yet.
Gu Qing did have concerns.
So is Sun Sheng really so kind to give him a favor?
As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
Just looking at the virtues of Sun Hao, Sun Yushan and others, Sun Sheng, as the ancestor of the Sun family, is definitely not much better. It was this person who gave him the cold-marked spiritual dragon, and he didn't dare to say it.
But at this time, he had less worries.
After this collision of the spiritual consciousness power of the foundation-building monks, Gu Qing found that although his spiritual consciousness was still not as good as that of the foundation-building monks, the gap was not big.
Gu Qing stood up and came to the tank of the Cold Pattern Spirit Dragon.
The spiritual spring water that had never been changed not only had no fishy odor, but also had a refreshing aroma. The Hanwen Spirit Dragon turned its belly and gently swung its tail from time to time.
"Eat it raw or roast it."
Gu Qing thought seriously for a while.
Anyway, he doesn't have the skills to make spiritual meals.
After thinking for about ten breaths, Gu Qing shot the Cold Pattern Spirit Dragon into the air with his spiritual consciousness, took the Snow Flower Sword in his hand, unsheathed it, and used the Lotus Sword Technique to chop the stunned Cold Pattern Spirit Dragon into blood mist. He looked at the blood mist and examined it carefully with his spiritual consciousness. He found nothing unusual for a long time. Then he opened his mouth and inhaled sharply, swallowing all the blood mist into his belly.
After swallowing every bit of the Cold Pattern Spirit Dragon into his body, Gu Qing returned to the futon, circulated the Guishui Guiyi Gong, and his mind sank into the Dantian Qi Sea, imagining the spirit turtle in the sea.
A slightly cool breath traveled through his body, spreading from his abdomen towards his whole body, and finally came to the center of his eyebrows.
The ice blue vertical eyes appeared.
This ice-blue vertical eye was Gu Qing's trump card that he had never used in the previous battle. However, it was stimulated by the cool breath produced by refining the cold pattern spirit dragon, and it revealed itself, causing the blood flowing in Gu Qing's body to rise. The cool breath was quickly absorbed into it. Less than half an hour later, all the cool breath wandering in Gu Qing's body had been swallowed up by the ice blue vertical eyes.
Gu Qing felt his heart became clear.
As this cool breath was swallowed up by the ice-blue vertical eyes, his injured soul felt extremely comfortable.
Without opening his eyes, Gu Qing used his spiritual consciousness to capture a jade bottle.
He took out an ice marrow pill and swallowed it.
When Yun Ke from Feng Gu Xiuzhen Dafang came to the restaurant, Gu Qing had deliberately taken an Ice Marrow Pill, but in the end he endured it. Taking the Ice Marrow Pill at that time was not a waste, but it was definitely nothing. A great time to practice.
At this moment, although his injury has not healed, this feeling of extreme comfort in his soul makes him clearly feel that the great opportunity to practice is right in front of him.
If you practice step by step and sit still, your cultivation will often progress very slowly.
Why do many monks go out to practice?
Obtaining cultivation resources is indeed the first priority.
But it may not be that I want to find that opportunity.
At this moment, Gu Qing's opportunity is right in front of him. He has no other thoughts except seizing this opportunity and trying to improve his cultivation as much as possible.
As for rushing to Yan State, we will talk about it later.
Gu Qing mobilized the spiritual power in his body, wrapped and refined the Ice Marrow Pill, and a large amount of the medicinal power was refined into spiritual power, improving Gu Qing's cultivation. At the same time, a trace of chill penetrated the bone marrow and froze the soul, coming from his lower abdomen. As it spread around, it was about to spread towards his limbs and bones. There was a dull pain in his meridians, but at this moment, the coldness gathered towards his navel, and was absorbed and integrated by the Yin Talisman in his Shenque Point.
Gu Qing's practice is getting better and better.
The ice blue vertical eye between his eyebrows flickered slightly, as if there was a force flowing from the ice blue vertical eye between his eyebrows into the space of the stone monument.
The space of the stone monument with a radius of eleven feet seemed to have expanded slightly again.
…
Half a month later.
Gu Qing slowly opened his eyes.
The Ice Marrow Pill has been completely refined by him.
His spiritual power has not skyrocketed, but he is not far away from the perfection of the ninth level of Qi refining. He has a feeling in his heart that if he encounters such an opportunity two or three times again, his spiritual power will be improved. Reaching the ninth level of Qi refining.
"Sure enough, the soul's injuries have recovered, and the total amount of spiritual power in the body has increased by half. However, the shortage of blood essence and blood has still not been made up, which is a problem."
Gu Qing sensed his current state.
He picked up a bronze iron hoop ring from the side, which he got from the lean middle-aged man. According to his guess, this thing should be the famous storage ring.
If the storage bag is regarded as a special magic weapon that monks can use without refining, then the storage ring is a spiritual weapon that must be restrained and refined by spiritual consciousness before it can be used by monks.
Gu Qing's consciousness penetrated into this storage ring.
A piece of light gray consciousness restriction, densely connected together, a rough count of at least tens of thousands, it is dizzying.
Gu Qing used his spiritual consciousness to condense a Three Talents Forbidden, and hit it in the light gray forbidden net. In an instant, his Three Talents Forbidden was annihilated, and he had no choice but to withdraw his spiritual consciousness.
Holding this storage bag, Gu Qing made a rough estimate.
"To refine this storage ring, you need to hit at least 100,000 or more of the Three Talents. Even if you don't do anything else every day, it will still take several months."
He put the storage ring aside and took the copper box magic weapon.
After looking at it for a few times, he sighed secretly.
This bronze box instrument has been completely destroyed.
He looked at the Su Shui Xuan Bead, held it in his hand and played with it for a while, while Gu Qing's eyes scanned the rest of his spiritual talisman.
"There are quite a lot of second-grade spiritual talismans consumed this time. Among them are three close talismans, one mountain-shaking talisman, one spiritual flame talisman, and one void-breaking talisman. The harvest should be considered considerable, even if the storage ring contains It’s empty, the storage ring itself far exceeds the value of these talismans.”
Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.
He finally brought the five flying swords in front of him, holding a medium-grade water attribute spirit stone in his hand, and cultivated the five flying swords.
The Five Qi Sword Technique is one of his main means of fighting enemies.
The Thunder Sword, the Black Flame Sword, the Qingchuan Sword, the Snow Flower Sword, and the Lanjiang Sword are five high-grade flying swords that must be maintained regularly to ensure that their power does not decline.
…
Outside, nine days have passed.
The setting sun sets in the west.
As late autumn turns eastward, the chill is getting stronger.
The golden rays of light poured down, and on the sparkling water surface, there was an old man with a dark red face working hard to fish.
On top of the boat where the old man was, a young man in black appeared silently. The young man in black had long silver hair dancing in the wind, as crystal clear as snow. The vertical lines between his brows and his ice-blue eyes disappeared. At this moment, the young man’s The sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a trace of strangeness flashed across the fair and handsome face.
What a fate.
The old man holding the boat was wearing a raincoat and a wine gourd hanging around his waist. He was actually the old man surnamed Liu whom he met earlier.
I still remember that the last time he was here in Huaining County, he took Old Man Liu's boat and went all the way to the vicinity of Qingyang Town. He killed an evil cultivator who was refining the human desire to disperse, and obtained the Desire Soul Flag and the pieces of it. The jade slip that carries the soul of the Blood Spirit Son.
Suddenly he felt that the boat was getting a little heavier, and Old Man Liu turned around.
Old man Liu's expression was a bit dull.
When did this person come up?
"Qingyang Town." Before Old Man Liu could speak, Gu Qing had a slight smile on his face. He took out two taels of silver from the sundries in the storage bag on his waist and handed it to Old Man Liu.
Old man Liu took it subconsciously.
