Two months later.
A few simple boats arrived near the black island here.
As the leading ship approached the shore, a middle-aged man with a frown came to the bow. He glanced warily at the island in front of him and waved his hand toward the back.
Then, several naked and embarrassed men and women screamed in surprise and were thrown onto the beach.
After a few breaths.
Seeing that these men and women were all fine, the middle-aged man's frown relaxed slightly, and his tense face relaxed slightly.
He glanced at the other boats and shouted loudly: "Fellow Taoists, quickly drive those natives to the island. The place where the wild and dead energy gathers is on this island."
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he waved his hand behind him again.
A group of numb-looking, half-clothed people carrying simple reclamation tools were driven off the leading ship by two guys dressed similar to the middle-aged men, and were escorted loosely through the black water. On the shoal of the sea, go to the black island in front.
The middle-aged man waited until there was no one else on the boat, then jumped off the boat, holding the rope on the bow with one hand, and dragged the simple boat to the beach with ease.
The situation on the other ships was pretty much the same.
Less than a quarter of an hour later, on the beach of the black island, a dozen guys dressed very similarly gathered together.
They are all monks who entered this Demonic Spirit Stream.
"We followed the barbaric death energy that gathered towards the center of the island. Counting the days of sailing on the sea and the effort it took to restrain these natives, more than half a month has passed." A man with a wart under his left eye The mustached monk looked around the crowd and his eyes fell on the middle-aged man.
"Fellow Daoist Tian, what should we do next? It should be noted that the wild death energy in this demonic stream is extremely evil, but we, who cannot use spiritual power, can traverse it."
After hearing the words of the monk with the mustache, all the cultivators looked at the middle-aged man, and there was a slight smile on the middle-aged man's face.
He responded in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoists, you can rest assured. Since Tian suggested that all fellow Taoists follow the trends of this wild and dead energy, he has naturally made certain preparations. Please take a look."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man named Tian took out something from his arms.
The shape of this object resembles a common fire stick. The middle-aged man surnamed Tian opened it and blew it gently, and a faint green flame ignited on it.
This miserable green flame was like a bean, and all the cultivators looked at each other in shock.
"Could this thing be the Yinming Fire that was brought back from outside the territory?"
Among them was an old man with white hair, who spoke in surprise.
"Mr. Guo is very knowledgeable." The expression of the middle-aged man surnamed Tian was slightly stagnant. He looked at the white-haired old man, "This thing is indeed the Yinming fire brought back from outside the territory."
"The fire ignited by this Yinming fire has been verified by an elder of my Tian family to be able to dispel the wild and dead energy.
Next, the natives were ordered to ignite their torsos with the Yin Fire and rush into the place where the wild death energy gathered. We can just follow behind. "
…
The black island is near the center, and at the bottom of a cave of more than ten feet blocked by large rocks, a white skeleton sits cross-legged.
Between the white bones, all the internal organs were present without any damage. Several silver needles fell off from the ferocious cheeks of the white bones and landed in the cave.
This white bone is as good as jade. Under the black air that fills the entire cave, a trace of golden light is constantly flowing on it.
As this golden light circulated, ferocious tendons gradually appeared on the white bones, and fine flesh sprouts grew.
In the two eye sockets of the white bones, there is actually a pair of eyes that are as plain as water. The eyes of these eyes are shining downward, staring at the exposed internal organs.
"The black energy here and the bloody aura coming from the giant several hundred feet actually merged together and penetrated into the bone marrow."
This white bone is naturally Gu Qing.
In the past two months, he had not relaxed at all, but he found that this black air had never endangered his internal organs. On the contrary, it had blended with the bloody breath in the past few days.
After the two blend, a golden breath is born.
As soon as this golden aura appeared, it overwhelmed all the black energy and blood-colored aura in his body, and penetrated into his bones and penetrated into the bone marrow.
The pain at that time was so painful that Gu Qing could not stop using the Yin Sha Xuan Gong.
The feeling of peeling off the skin and scraping the bones, and cutting out the marrow with a knife, stayed with him for several days.
Finally today, Gu Qing's bones were dyed with a hint of gold. After being dyed with this hint of gold, most of his body had grown in just a few hours.
After his body was reborn, the black energy in the cave could no longer hurt him at all, and there was no longer the bloody aura flowing out of his Shenque Cave.
Yin Sha Xuan Gong has stopped functioning.
At this moment, the black energy filling the cave could no longer bring him any benefit, so he no longer needed to breathe in this black energy.
An extremely powerful sense of power circulates in Gu Qing's body that has not yet been completely reborn, and is hidden in his golden bones, giving him the illusion of transforming into a majestic mountain that will last for eternity.
He looked inside his body, quietly watching the traces of flesh, blood, and tendons emerging from his bones. His heart was silent and motionless, without any distracting thoughts.
Until a burst of sound came from above.
Gu Qing came to his senses immediately.
His expression moved slightly and he raised his head slightly.
The green fire above lit up and quickly fell towards the bottom of the cave.
Under the green firelight, the black air in the cave quickly dissipated, and Gu Qing quickly saw the situation above clearly.
They were several bodies burning with green flames.
Gu Qing stood up, grabbed the black clothes and quickly put it on his body. He easily dodged the charred bodies that fell down and took the Xuehua Sword and Han Chi Luoyue Bow in his hands.
"Ah...kill me..."
"It hurts..."
Several bodies fell to the bottom of the cave, shouting indistinctly.
Gu Qing frowned slightly.
He couldn't understand what these people were shouting.
Are these the natives of Moling Stream?
He raised his head slightly and looked above the cave with his bright eyes.
There, the big stone he used to block the entrance of the cave was gone, and there were several figures looking down.
With the help of the green light on the charred bodies, those figures saw Gu Qing, who had squirming flesh on his face and looked horrifying, and their pupils shrank sharply.
"Mom, what is this?"
"It's so scary..."
There were a few faint exclamations from above.
Gu Qing lowered his eyes.
He looked at several bodies that were twisted in pain, and his eyes swept over the green flames that had spread to these people's bodies.
Puff puff!
He grabbed a few rocks aside, smashed the heads of the bodies, and watched as the bodies fell silent.
Gu Qing's face was expressionless.
He held Han Chi Luoyue's bow behind him, unsheathed the Snow Flower Sword in his hand, stepped on it, and swept upwards.
…
"Is it possible that some fellow Taoist got there first?"
The middle-aged man named Tian looked surprised and whispered.
The cultivators surrounding the cave were thoughtful after hearing the words, and each took out the magic weapon whose aura had been completely dimmed.
At the moment a figure in black emerged from the cave.
All the cultivators rushed forward.
More than a dozen magic weapons were thrown at them, and the middle-aged man named Na Tian was the first among them. The figure in black, that is, Gu Qing's expression moved slightly.
His figure dwarfed out of thin air, and the Snow White Sword covered his body and swept across his body.
The sharp sword light flashed, and after swinging away several fallen magic weapons, Gu Qing went straight towards the middle-aged man named Tian.
Several practitioners among the cultivators who had their magical weapons thrown away felt a huge force coming, and the magical weapons they had smashed down with all their strength fell out of their hands. The expression of the middle-aged man surnamed Tian changed drastically, and he felt a black shadow flash in front of his eyes. He was kicked in the face.
throat!
His facial features were all kicked to pieces, and the middle-aged man named Tian felt his vision go dark, his mind became chaotic, and he flew backwards.
Gu Qing's figure disappeared in front of the cultivators in the next moment.
"Where are the people?"
"Hiss... let go of Fellow Daoist Tian!"
The cultivators exclaimed several times and gathered into a group to confront Gu Qing.
At this moment, Gu Qing came behind the middle-aged man surnamed Tian without knowing it, and held the back of the middle-aged man surnamed Tian with one hand.
The figure of a middle-aged man named Tian was hanging in the air, his face was bruised and bleeding, and his facial features could no longer be seen. He was very miserable, but Gu Qing remained expressionless.
His eyes scanned the surroundings.
There were charred corpses everywhere on the left and right, and the green flames on several corpses had not been extinguished.
A few people sobbing in low voices hid far away, each locked by thick iron chains. At the end of these thick iron chains were crude iron balls.
"Well……"
Just when Gu Qing looked around.
The middle-aged man named Tian he was carrying shriveled up quickly. In just half a breath, the man had turned into a ball of blood, with only his clothes falling off in place.
This mass of blood energy gathered towards Gu Qing's grasping hand and disappeared quickly.
As this person turned into a ball of blood and was absorbed by Gu Qing, the flesh buds on Gu Qing's face squirmed a little faster.
There was also a hint of surprise in his expression.
Just now, he felt a slight feeling of hunger in his body, and then the large living person in his hand turned into a ball of blood and was devoured by him in the blink of an eye.
The cultivators looked at Gu Qing with horror.
The few sobbing people who were far away also fell into a daze.
"If I say that someone did not do it intentionally, do you believe it?" Gu Qing said softly. He looked at the cultivators, but sighed in his heart, holding the sword, and walked forward slowly.
All the cultivators took a few steps back, but only one person showed a forced smile.
"Tao... I believe what fellow Taoist said."
This man with a forced smile also looked like a middle-aged man. His figure was tense, but he stopped trying to retreat, cupped his fists and raised his hands to Gu Qing, and spoke loudly.
"Oh? What a pity."
Gu Qing paused slightly.
He raised his brows and his eyes were obscure.
Bang!
Then the earth and rocks within a few feet of his feet suddenly shattered, and in the blink of an eye, his figure approached the man with a forced smile.
A flash of cold light.
The middle-aged man with a forced smile subconsciously blocked the long sword in front of him, but his expression froze. When he lowered his head again, he saw a headless body spurting blood.
Something looks familiar.
The middle-aged man who forced a smile fell into darkness.
The headless body fell backwards, and the blood spurted out turned into a rain of blood. Seeing this, the remaining cultivators were horrified and turned around to run away.
Gu Qing stepped on the ground again.
His expression was indifferent.
His current physical strength is already terrifying.
His body, at a faster speed than before, came to the two people who were running away on the left side. The Snow Flower Sword suddenly slashed down, cutting these two people in half instantly!
While the two men were running away, their upper bodies had been displaced.
The intestines and stomach fell to the ground, and the forward momentum of the two legs did not subside. They flew several feet away before falling to the ground. The upper bodies of the two people who had previously hit the ground screamed in agony.
Gu Qing didn't stop for a moment.
After he killed these two people, he stepped heavily on the ground again, but instead of breaking the earth and rocks, he flew up diagonally.
Black boots landed on the lower back of a short cultivator.
Bang!
A ball of blood mist exploded, and fine pieces of flesh and blood flew forward.
Gu Qing's figure suddenly turned again, grabbed the arm of a nearby monk, pulled him over, and smashed his chest into the black island with a palm. Between the dry earth and rocks, he smashed out a foot with great force. There is a large pit with a radius of about 10 meters. The center of the pit is a ferocious dead body with dense cracks.
Gu Qing suddenly stepped on the ground again.
With a quick movement of his figure, he was already behind another cultivator who was struggling to escape, and he thrust forward with one palm.
The fleeing cultivator felt a heat in his back, and then, a big hand grasped his heart and appeared in front of him.
"cough……"
This cultivator's vision went dark, his heart fell downwards, and was crushed by his forward momentum.
After killing six people in a row, Gu Qing's expression did not change at all.
"The current physical strength alone is enough to rival the fifth-level and sixth-level Qi Refining practitioners in the outside world. Is it possible to kill Luo Lingrui in the demonic stream where spiritual power cannot be used?" He said He shot forward again, killing the fleeing cultivators one by one, but he was thinking secretly in his heart.
The killing only lasts for a few breaths.
Of the fourteen monks who followed the monk surnamed Tian to the black island here, thirteen of them were brutally killed by Gu Qing.
There was only one young-faced cultivator left, with his arms trembling, but Gu Qing saved his life. He looked at the young-faced cultivator, straightened his black clothes, and wiped the blood from his face.
"What is your name?"
Gu Qing's voice was indifferent.
"Ruan...Ruan Xiaoliu."
This youthful face cultivates the mind like beating a drum.
Ruan Xiaoliu lowered his head, knelt on the ground, cried bitterly, and tried his best to look cowardly and harmless.
"What's going on here..."
"Fellow Taoists found the treasure, killed each other, and eventually died together. Xiao Liu was also seriously injured. Fortunately, he survived after being rescued by seniors passing by."
"That treasure..."
"The treasure fell into the bottom of the sea and is missing."
Gu Qing took a deep look at Ruan Xiaoliu.
He turned around noncommittally.
In the next ten breaths or so, Gu Qing plundered the corpses one after another, piled them into a pile, and threw them in front of Ruan Xiaoliu, letting Ruan Xiaoliu refill each corpse with a few swords.
"Take these storage bags."
Gu Qing threw a few storage bags to Ruan Xiaoliu.
Ruan Xiaoliu held a few storage bags in his hands tremblingly, and said with a flattering smile: "Thank you, senior, for the generous gift..."
Gu Qing didn't pay attention to what Ruan Xiaoliu said. He sat cross-legged in front of the pile of corpses and turned each of the still warm corpses into blood and sucked them dry.
The squirming flesh sprouts on his face finally stabilized.
Ruan Xiaoliu, who had just stood up, saw this scene and quickly looked at his nose and heart, acting like a deaf and blind man. However, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the natives dragging the iron chains and iron balls away. His heart moved slightly. If He immediately went to get all the ships away...
"Go and capture those people, and then take me to the boat."
Gu Qing's voice had already sounded, interrupting Ruan Xiaoliu's reverie.
