The rain falls like a waterfall.
Under the dim sky, one person and one bird looked at each other for a while.
Gu Qing was the first to look away and ignored Hongling. He held the bronze mirror magic weapon in his hand and headed towards the courtyard.
The only sound left in my ears was the sound of pouring rain.
There was a strange flash in Hong Ling's eyes.
She never had a conversation with Gu Qing Chuanzheng, but stood quietly on the edge of the wall, watching the young man in black clothes and white hair leave.
A figure in green clothes appeared silently outside the wall.
This man looked like a handsome middle-aged man. He was the same Meng Yue whom Gu Qing had met at the ruins of the Chen Kingdom, where the Xianhe Sect was stationed.
Meng Yue looked at the back of Junior Nephew Gu Qing from a distance in the rain: "This boy Gu must have something unspeakable."
After receiving Meng Yue's message, the red caltrop's beak moved slightly.
"He has the aura of the Black Hell Demonic Skill from the Black Hell Demon Palace. As expected, he must have been restrained by the people from the Black Hell Demon Palace." Hong Ling said to Meng Yue via voice transmission.
As a well-informed bird that has lived for seven or eight hundred years, Hong Ling knows a lot about everything except that she doesn't know what kind of bird this body is.
Meng Yue's expression was slightly solemn, and he was surprised in his heart: "The Black Hell Demon Palace...could it be the Black Hell Demon Palace, one of the four Hell Demon Palaces under the command of the Heavenly Demon Dao from outside the territory?"
"Since this boy Gu has the aura of the Black Hell Demonic Skill, the person who tampered with him must be a monk from the Black Hell Demon Palace, one of the four Hell Demon Palaces under the command of the Demonic Dao. Please note that this Black Hell Demonic Skill, Outsiders cannot practice." Hong Ling also became more serious. She no longer said 'old lady'. There was a bit more solemnity in her tone when she replied, "To practice this black hell magic skill, you need to communicate with the black devil. Hell Demon God.”
Meng Yue was silent for a while.
After a few breaths, he sighed.
"I never thought that this time when the Land of Absolute Spirits was opened, even people from the Black Hell Demon Palace would come. I don't know why Gu Boy was captured by the cultivators of the Black Hell Demon Palace." Meng Yue's expression was mostly sighing, but There is also a hint of weirdness hidden within.
What do the people of the Black Prison Demon Palace see in this nephew Gu, and why do they keep him alive and control him?
…
Gu Qingxing walked in the rain.
At this moment, he has left the city.
The muddy path was full of puddles, and the few pedestrians who came and went were wearing raincoats. Gu Qing walked for more than ten breaths and returned to the ruins of the Wengcheng. He held a bronze mirror and watched the raindrops falling on the empty fields in front of him. middle.
The rice and millet seen earlier have been harvested.
Gu Qing's eyes narrowed.
He was a little surprised that Hong Ling, a strange gray bird, could recognize him wearing the remnant mask of a black dragon and being easy-going, but that was all.
The reason why he didn't talk to Hongling was simple.
Luo Lingrui must have left some means on his body to prevent him from asking for help from other monks.
Maybe everything he does will be under the eyes of this woman, Luo Lingrui. In this case, it is about his own life, so he can only be cautious.
Playing with the bronze mirror artifact in his hands for a while, Gu Qing suspected that this mirror was in the hands of He Qing of the He family, the Water Moon Mirror that could eliminate the enemy's attack methods.
But I don’t know why it fell into the hands of the female cultivator just now.
This treasure should be a top-grade magic weapon.
"A female cultivator at the fourth level of Qi refining not only has one high-grade magic weapon, but also has eighty-one lower-grade methods for refining other people's Qi and blood, as well as a method for planting blood crystal rice millet, and more than a hundred grains. The seeds of the blood crystal rice millet..."
Gu Qing was a little surprised. He put the bronze mirror instrument into the space of the stone tablet, took a step forward, and came to the ruins. He was dressed in black and stood with his hands behind his back.
His eyes were slightly closed, and he concentrated on regulating his breathing.
The rain was hazy, and darkness fell in a blink of an eye.
The cold night wind blew down, thinning the rain lines and turning them into tiny ice crystals. The freezing rain fell on the ground, covering Tufang City not far away, trying to sweep Gu Qing's figure into it, but failed. It only made the corners of Gu Qing's black clothes twitch more violently.
A figure hidden in the freezing rain came silently behind Gu Qing and made a bold palm mark.
The black palm prints were extremely solid, penetrating through the rain curtain, crushing the frozen raindrops, and driving the roar of the wind to fall on the back of Gu Qing's head in an instant.
Gu Qing's figure turned into mist and dispersed.
The person who came silently behind Gu Qing was a man in white. When this man saw this scene, he didn't panic at all. He flicked his sleeves and threw a white robe to the side.
Uh-huh!
The white Pilian shredded the rain curtain, shattering the illusion that had been laid down at an unknown time, and Gu Qing's figure appeared.
The Su Shui Xuan Pearl hangs above his head. The Snow Flower Sword in his hand has been unsheathed, condensing a reddish and black sword energy. This sword energy is like a long wind blowing back, smashing the white sword and straight Stab the man in white above the side.
Zheng!
Qingxi Sword Technique, a long river of sword energy.
The reddish-black sword energy soared into the sky and broke through the rain curtain.
The man in white rolled up his sleeves.
Illusory armor like fish scales condensed around him.
Immediately, the figure of the man in white was carried away into the air by the long river of sword energy. Seeing this, Gu Qing crossed his sword in front of him, and his figure turned into a ball of sword light and approached the man in white.
In the blink of an eye, Gu Qing was approaching the man in white.
Qingxi sword technique, breaking the wind with one sword.
Gu Qing quickly slashed upward with his sword.
Click!
The faint red and black sword light flashed past, and the rain curtain within ten feet seemed to be cut off, and the blurred face of the man in white became clear.
Half of this person's face was covered by a mask engraved with a white broken dragon, and the remaining half of his face looked a bit delicate and a bit unruly.
The man in white just slapped his backhand.
Buzz!
In his palm, a ball of white light shone brightly, and a string of white beads on his wrist could be vaguely seen, exuding some extremely heavy power, and then a solid palm print that was as white as the blazing sun crushed Gu Qing's red and blackened The sword light.
This palm print, as white as the blazing sun, was photographed from above.
A sense of life and death crisis appeared in Gu Qing's heart.
He used the Snow Flower Sword to perform the defensive posture of the Lotus Sword Technique. The lotuses opened one after another, and more than ten feet of bloody lotus flowers glowing with black light enveloped his figure.
The sound of thin sword energy shattering sounded.
Gu Qing's figure was shrouded in a bloody lotus glowing with black light, and was severely pushed down by this palm.
But at this moment, the man in white felt his heart tighten.
Click...
The freezing sound spread rapidly around, and the man in white felt a muffled thunder piercing his ears, and his whole body fell straight down as if struck by lightning. When he came to his senses, an illusory arrow of mixed colors had torn the fine fish scales into pieces. The illusory armor almost pierced his chest with an arrow.
The pupils shrank sharply, and the string of white beads on the wrist of the man in white spun rapidly, and one of them suddenly shattered.
"Zhenshan!"
The man in white's fingertips changed rapidly, he spoke out, and immediately grabbed the illusory arrow with various colors.
throat!
The moment the man in white grasped the illusory arrow with his palms glowing with blazing white light, the rain lines within a few hundred feet seemed to freeze for a moment, and then all turned into black and red ice crystals, shattering, while the man in white was struck by the illusion. The arrows were wrapped around each other, turned into lumps of ice, and shot towards the mid-air.
Gu Qing's face turned slightly pale as he fell downwards.
He loosened the string of Han Chi's Luoyue Bow.
Refining this high-grade magical weapon, the Han Chi Falling Moon Bow, did not consume much of Gu Qing's time. It only took him half a day to complete the sacrifice of the Han Chi Falling Moon Bow.
"This arrow consumes 40% of the spiritual power in the body, and the power it exerts is pretty good." Gu Qing landed with a plop.
He waved his hand and put away Han Chi's Luoyue Bow and Snow Flower Sword. He raised his head slightly, and a ray of white light flew from the sky. It was the man in white who had received his arrow.
At this time, the man in white was facing the cold mist, and his expression was a little gloomy. He stared at Gu Qing from a few feet away for a long time.
On half of his delicate cheeks, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his hand wearing the string of white beads was trembling slightly.
"Lord, let me come and pick you up."
The man in white spoke in a low voice.
…
After leaving Tufang City, Gu Qing and the man in white headed deep into the mountains of Yingchuan, where the surrounding terrain became increasingly complex.
Thousands of towering cliffs stand on the land of Yingchuan. The highest point of these walls is only a few hundred feet away from the gray Gangfeng layer. Even if the monks want to climb over, it is not that easy. .
Yingchuan is the deepest mountain group, adjacent to Huaining County.
A high white wall separates the two counties of Huaining and Yingchuan. This white wall is very special. There is no grass growing on it, and there is an inexplicable suction force. As long as you get close to this white wall for ten miles, Within the range, no matter humans or animals, their blood will be drained like bacon in a few breaths, and they will turn into mummies and die. The dead mummies will also be sucked into powder by the white walls within half a day.
This time, the alchemists from the Alchemy Sect and the Alchemy Sect invited the False Infant Power from the Five Nations Cultivation Alliance to open up a place of extraordinary spirit, which is located in the deepest part of the mountain range where the white wall is located. It is worth mentioning Yes, this fourth-level rare spiritual place is also known as the "Demon Spirit Stream".
The location is less than eight miles away from the white wall.
Gu Qing and the man in white each used their spiritual power to resist the strange suction of the white wall in the distance, and headed towards the depths of the mountain range with a group of monks.
The man in white said very few words along the way. He called himself Bai Long, and he should be another registered disciple of Luo Lingrui.
Gu Qing felt the strange movement of blood in his body.
Under the broken face of the black dragon, his expression was slightly strange.
On one side of his body, his skin was slightly red, and the blood in his body seemed to be gushing out from his pores, being attracted by the white walls that looked like a sky at a closer look.
There was soft dust under my feet. I don't know whether it was fine powder made from broken rocks, or corpse powder turned from dead humans and animals.
"The blood vessels near the Shenque point are not moving at all, and you can even feel an invisible force penetrating into the Shenque point from all directions and submerging into the Yin talisman...
Really weird. "
Gu Qing's brows wrinkled slightly.
There are gradually more monks nearby.
All cultivators behaved relatively restrainedly, and even if they encountered any life-or-death enemies, they did not start fighting directly here.
Due to the strange suction of the white wall here, not only are the cultivators unable to use their spiritual consciousness to detect the surroundings, but they are also unable to even use their spiritual consciousness to transmit sounds. Once the power of the divine soul comes out from the center of the eyebrow, it will be immediately destroyed. That suction takes away.
Many monks who do not believe in evil have tried to detect spiritual consciousness.
The result was that after these monks who did not believe in evil discovered their spiritual consciousness, their soul power was quickly drawn and consumed. Soon, a line of blood shot out from the center of their eyebrows, and they all collapsed on the ground with pale faces. Some of them almost almost fell on the spot. Death.
So the practitioners had no choice but to speak and talk in low voices.
The closer you get to the depths of this mountain range, the more monks are nearby, and such a chaotic noise merges into one.
Until the cultivators came to the depths of this mountain range, the hustle and bustle that had been going on all the way suddenly cleared up, and all the cultivators were silent.
The most eye-catching thing here is undoubtedly the red light pillar.
This bright red light pillar is five or six feet thick. This red light pillar rises into the sky. A man wearing a large red cloak and a cultivator with immortal style is standing in the air with his eyes closed and his hands behind his back. , waiting silently for something.
Wherever this red-cloaked cultivator is, all the colors in the world seem to have been taken away by him. The light from the waning moon is distorted and converges towards this cultivator.
The red illusory light wheel is more than ten feet in size. It is looming after the cultivation. Every time this red illusory light wheel rotates, the surrounding temperature will suddenly rise a lot.
"Fake Infant Realm Monk!"
Gu Qing glanced at the Immortal Wind Dao Bone Cultivator wearing a red cloak in the red light pillar, and quickly looked away.
His heart was shaken.
It was indeed extraordinary. A monk in the false infant realm could die with just a sideways glance.
