Dongji Hall means purple air coming from the east.
This hall was built on the fourth-level spiritual veins of Huifeng Valley and was the dojo of Ziyun Sect Master who was in the realm of pill formation.
The golden spiritual mist was billowing in the hall, and the figure of the Ziyun Sect leader was sitting cross-legged in the golden mist, with his eyes slightly closed on the thin, middle-aged face.
An invisible Tao Yun spread out in all directions from the ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
Everything in the palace seemed to have lost its original color. Under the influence of this invisible Tao Yuan, all kinds of colors gathered towards this ordinary-looking middle-aged man.
There was a faint three-color divine light, condensed behind the middle-aged man's head, illuminating the entire empty Dongji Palace.
"Chisong, Fenyun, you two will take the thirty-six disciples of Fire Dragon Cave to the Demon Spirit Stream and try your best to help the cultivation of the Alchemy Cauldron Sect and search for traces of those fourth-level elixirs."
The middle-aged man spoke.
There were three people standing next to Master Ziyun with their hands hanging down.
These three people are wearing purple robes, and they are all monks in the foundation building stage.
Among them is Xiu Xiu, who has two long red locks of beard. He was the master of the Kunyuan Liuqi Gourd, who opened up the sandstorm layer for the Xiang family's mountain cloud boat and received a lot of benefits.
The tall and thin old man next to Master Chisong was Master Fenyun who was called 'Fen Yun' by Master Ziyun.
After hearing what Master Ziyun said, these two people took a few steps forward.
"Chisong respectfully abides by the sect master's decree."
"Fen Yun will obey the sect master's decree."
Chisong and Fenyun each clasped their fists and spoke.
As soon as the words fell, the two men respectfully exited the Dongji Hall.
The remaining cultivator in the foundation building period had a handsome face and looked like a young man. After Chi Song and Fen Yun left, he stood alone for a few breaths and then took a few steps forward.
"metropolitan."
This cultivator lowered his head and bowed respectfully.
"Zhou Zuo, you came here because there are many disciples in the sect, and even the elders of the inner sect and the elders of the outer sect made their own decisions to go to the Demon Spirit Stream, right?"
Master Ziyun's tone was ethereal and indifferent.
Zhou Zuo, the foundation-building monk who is the deputy sect leader of the Ziyun Sect, raised his head slightly and said, "Sect master, you are wise. The Demon Spirit Stream is a place of extraordinary spirits descending from the sky. Although it is within the territory of Ye Kingdom, there are thousands of rivers and mountains in it, and there are countless dangerous places. They all form a space of their own. If the elders and disciples of our sect who go to the Demon Spirit Stream are in danger, even if the ancestor takes action, it will still be difficult to save them. So..."
Master Ziyun responded calmly: "This time when the Demon Spirit Stream is opened, it's not just the cultivators under my Ziyun sect who are taking advantage of their own opportunities. They are destined to live and die, so there is no need to worry about them."
"……yes."
Zhou Zuo was silent for a moment before responding.
…
It rains in the mountain city.
Under the wash of rain, the fishy smell spreads throughout the city.
Many ordinary people took advantage of the rain to wash the dung buckets. Children were chasing each other in the rain. Gu Qing, dressed in black, was walking alone in the rain with his piano on his back.
There was half a black mask on his face.
On top of this black mask, there are lifelike claws of a broken dragon, adding a bit of mystery to this young man with white hair and black clothes.
In the past few days, many people have disappeared in this small mountain city, and many people in the city have already guessed Gu Qing's identity.
Gu Qing was unaware of this.
Twelve days have passed since Luo Lingrui left that day.
He has sacrificed the remaining face of the black dragon.
This low-grade spiritual weapon is different from ordinary magic weapons.
After the black dragon face remnant ritual is completed, just wear it on your face, and every blow of Gu Qing will contain extremely destructive black energy. This extremely destructive black energy will be combined with the spiritual power in his body. Among them, the bloody corrosive power is superimposed, making his spiritual power far more powerful than the ordinary ninth-level Qi refining.
More than ten days later, Gu Qing's injury improved greatly.
On Gu Qing's heart, the hole poked by the woman Luo Lingrui has grown new light red flesh, and all the cracks that passed through the hole have also grown. As the heart injury begins to recover, he The essence and blood condensed out bit by bit, making his face no longer so pale.
Walking to the north side of the mountain city, Gu Qing found a house with a closed courtyard door. A few feet outside the courtyard door of this house, he took out a futon on a stone bench and sat down cross-legged.
The raindrops are getting denser and the weather is getting cooler.
Gu Qing slightly lowered his eyes.
The black clothes on his body seemed to emit a hazy black light, making it possible that even though he was in the rain, not a drop of rain touched him.
He nodded subtly.
It was worth noting that he spent two hundred low-grade spiritual stones to purchase this robe.
He swept away the rainwater on the stone table in front of him with a flick of his sleeves, turned the piano behind him and placed it in front of him.
The rainwater that he waved away with his sleeves turned into black water droplets, passing through the closed courtyard door a few feet away.
…
Behind the closed courtyard door.
The subtle scent of blood dispersed, mixed with the fishy smell of the rain curtain, and became undetectable.
Under the eaves.
A pale-faced female cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining sat cross-legged in front of several miserable corpses, breathing in and out.
A faint dark light circulated on the female cultivator's body.
Several corpses in miserable death conditions were nailed to the ground by several special magic weapons, and their blood and energy were constantly escaping.
As this blood energy was absorbed into the body of the female cultivator, the corpses with miserable death conditions turned into mummies, and the fearful expressions before death became even more terrifying.
"This mountain city is so remote that no monks would be lucky enough to settle here." The female cultivator murmured to herself, a flash of deep hatred flashed in her eyes, and her expression was a little distorted, "In a few days, I will The injuries can be recovered, and when the time comes... you bitch of the Chang family, I will kill you."
But at this moment when she was lost in thought.
Poof!
A dense mass of black water droplets suddenly penetrated the wooden courtyard door and crashed down on her head and face.
Her expression suddenly changed color.
A monk attacked her from afar!
Realizing this, she mobilized her spiritual power regardless of her injuries. The black light flowing above her body expanded several times, covering her body within it. However, as the dense black water droplets approached, the black light above her body The flowing black light is melting rapidly like snow under the blazing sun.
The strength of the visitor far surpassed hers.
Her heart sank.
She gave up the magic weapon she wanted to sacrifice, and slapped her right palm on the stone steps, shattering the stone steps whose edges had been smoothed by years of trampling, and she used the force to fly back.
She put her other hand on the storage bag at her waist, pulled out a bronze mirror, and poured the spiritual power in her body into it. At the same moment, she forced out a mouthful of blood essence.
Her already pale face turned a bit gloomy.
Essence and blood sprayed on the bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror immediately glowed with blood. She suddenly threw the bronze mirror forward, and the bronze mirror instantly became more than ten feet in size, covering the black water droplets.
Most of the dense black water droplets were caught by the bronze mirror, but a few of them turned a corner, broke away from the power of the bronze mirror, and sank straight into the center of her eyebrows. A sad smile appeared on her face. .
Bang!
The body fell to the ground and fell on the broken stone steps.
The woman's beautiful face was facing down, and there were many cuts made by the edges of the gravel. Dark red blood quickly accumulated in a pool.
A slightly unpleasant piano sound came from the rain curtain.
…
Outside the courtyard.
Gu Qing played the piano lightly with no expression on his face.
It wasn't until the song ended that he stood up, put the piano behind his back again, and walked toward the courtyard gate a few feet away.
At this time, noisy shouts sounded in the distance.
Gu Qing looked aside.
In the rain curtain, a group of people, led by several strong men, carrying pickaxes and knives, surrounded them with cheers.
"That's the guy!"
"After this white-haired boy came, people started to disappear in our Hijikata City. It must be something good that this person did!"
"catch him!"
A group of people yelled and denounced Gu Qing not far away.
But for a long time, no one dared to step forward.
The crystal clear white hair was tied up into temples by Gu Qing. The neat black clothes were not stained by dust. On the cold white cheeks, a pair of calm eyes scanned the crowd.
Gu Qing waited for a few seconds, but no one came forward.
He no longer cares.
Turning his head, he took a few steps forward, pushed open the courtyard door, and stepped in.
His eyes paused on several withered corpses before looking at the female cultivator with several holes between her eyebrows.
The female cultivator fell down on the broken stone steps.
"Is there a way to use other people's energy and blood to restore injuries..."
Gu Qing pulled out the long spiked instruments on the corpses. There were fifty-three spikes in total, all of which were inferior instruments.
Standing next to several withered corpses, Gu Qing put away the fifty-three long nails and looked up at the small dry pond in the yard.
There, many mummies were piled together.
At a rough count, there should be nearly twenty.
Outside the yard.
Among the group of people led by a few strong men, there were three or five bold ones who looked into the yard. These three or five people glanced at each other through the vast rain curtain, and then their expressions changed drastically, and they looked at Gu Qing. Like seeing ghosts and gods, they ran out rolling and crawling, shouting something loudly.
Gu Qing ignored these people.
He came to the body of the female cultivator, picked up the body of the female cultivator with his spiritual consciousness, and searched it carefully. From then on, he got two storage bags from the female cultivator.
"A total of eighty-one spiked instruments."
Gu Qing put his consciousness into two storage bags.
In one of the storage bags, there are twenty-eight long nail instruments.
Together with the fifty-three long nail instruments that were previously driven into the corpses, there were eighty-one long nail instruments.
After some exploration, Gu Qing took out two jade slips.
Prudent.
Gu Qing condensed a ray of consciousness and swept towards one of the jade slips.
"In this jade slip, there is actually a method for growing blood crystal rice millet."
Gu Qing's eyes lit up slightly.
Then he rummaged through the woman's two storage bags for a while, and found hundreds of red, plump seeds in a potted pottery pot.
"Is it possible...
Is this the seed of blood crystal rice millet? "
Gu Qing's heart moved slightly.
He turned over the two storage bags and put them all into the space of the stone monument. He shot out a black-red fireball with a snap of his fingers and burned the female cultivator's body into powder.
"Did those villagers go to report to the officials?"
Gu Qing looked back and glanced outside the courtyard.
Then he used his spiritual consciousness to pick up the bronze mirror magic weapon that had reduced to normal size and was still trembling, and held it in his hand.
Something looks familiar.
His brow furrowed slightly.
A slight change in energy was quietly captured by him.
He turned sharply.
I saw a gray bird falling on the courtyard wall at some point. Raindrops fell intensively and hit the gray bird's feathers, which were evaporated into white gas by a wave of heat.
This gray bird's big eyes looked at Gu Qing with a bit of teasing through the vast rain curtain.
This gray bird is actually the red caltrop.
