Immediately.
Buzz!
With Gu Qing's figure as the center, everything within a hundred feet suddenly trembled, as if it had lost its original color.
The barbaric death energy churning above, the black power in the sea water, and the traces of black light between heaven and earth, quickly gathered towards the gray knuckles coming out of Gu Qing's fingers. In an instant, the knuckles It grew rapidly, and even the lines on it became clearly visible.
The gray knuckles fell on the black waves.
puff!
The huge black wave ahead suddenly revealed a hole of more than a hundred feet.
Through the hole of more than a hundred feet above the black waves, Gu Qing could see a few tiny black spots on the land in front of him.
There seemed to be a few figures there.
The illusive gray knuckles are getting bigger and bigger.
But at this moment.
Gu Qing's figure trembled slightly.
He took back the pointed finger.
The already stagnant gray knuckles instantly became invisible.
His expression twitched on his indifferent face.
There were traces of black lines between his skin and flesh, making him look extremely ferocious and terrifying. His figure had grown several feet taller out of thin air, and his muscles were swollen.
An extremely concentrated power filled his body.
With one finger, Guixu drained away the power of hundreds of feet around him, but most of the extremely condensed power was absorbed into his body. If he forced this finger to be fully used, he was afraid that he would eventually end up exploding to death. .
It's worthy of being called a magical power, it's really exquisite.
Even if he successfully used it at this moment, he would only be scratching the surface.
Above the huge black waves, in a hollow of more than a hundred feet.
Black water surged in from all directions.
Gu Qing lowered his head slightly.
His eyes looked downward.
Ruan Xiaoliu was falling downwards.
His indifferent mood moved slightly.
Previously, he wanted to free up a hand to use this magical power, but Guixu let go of Ruan Xiaoliu with a finger.
He held the tall native's hand with his other hand. Following his thoughts, the Snow Flower Sword was unsheathed and turned into a white light at his feet. He swooped down, grabbed Ruan Xiaoliu in his hand, and threw himself The hole passed straight through and turned into a black escaping light, heading straight for the land ahead.
…
On the coastal cliffs.
The expression on the unusually tall old man, who was wearing colorful clothes and had a bloody streak on his forehead, couldn't help but change.
It's not just this weird old man.
The dozen or so tall figures next to the human-headed tower all looked horrified.
The scene at this moment is horrifying.
The huge black wave that looked like the sky was breaking through a hole with a clean cut, and then a black light emerged from it and flew from mid-air.
After a few breaths.
This black escaping light is approaching the coastal cliff.
The strange old man holding a black spear that was more than ten feet long, his expression darkened when he saw this, he clenched the spear in his hand, and was about to take action again.
Weird syllables came out of his mouth.
Immediately, his eyes turned into pure black.
There seemed to be wind coming from afar, and black flames ignited on the cliff. The seawater under the cliff seemed to be flying, and wisps of black light between the sky and the earth were gathering towards him.
The next moment, his figure stagnated.
His eyes were fixed on the black escaping light.
Staring at the tall native with panic on his face in the black light.
He didn't take action directly.
Instead, let the black escaping light fall on the shallows.
The black light dispersed.
The figure of a young man with a bald head and black clothes was revealed.
This young man is none other than Gu Qing.
Gu Qing threw aside the tall native who was trembling with fear and unconscious in his hands, and Ruan Xiaoliu, who was slightly stronger than the tall native.
He stood in the shallows.
His gaze looked toward the cliff ahead.
There was a strange old man wearing colorful clothes, as well as a dozen figures behind the old man, and a tower of heads surrounded by these dozen figures, which made his eyes flicker.
The tall native shouted and ran towards the cliff.
Gu Qing did not act rashly.
He put the Snow Flower Sword that he had stepped on before back into its sheath.
Then he stood up with his sword in hand, and sorted out the extremely stagnant power drawn from the Demonic Spirit Stream by Gui Xu's finger in his body.
This extremely concentrated force is black and gray in color.
After landing, a very small part of the bloody spiritual power that had been released from suppression was tightly suppressed by this force in the sea of Qi in his Dantian.
The power of this black and gray color is easy to use.
As long as his heart moves, he can wave his fingers like an arm.
But in just a few moments, he discovered two drawbacks.
One of them.
This power placed a heavy burden on his body.
He could feel that his body was being torn apart.
Both of them.
This power dissipated quickly.
In just a few breaths, nearly a third of it has dissipated.
"The Gui Xu Yi Finger should be a sect similar to the Shanyin Sect, the magical power of the Mountain Soul Secret Technique, but it is much more advanced." Gu Qing secretly guessed in his heart.
His eyes were indifferent.
Always look at the weird old man on the cliff.
This person's strength is not weak.
It even gave him a sense of danger in this state.
Especially the black spear that was more than ten feet long in this person's hand.
After just one glance, Gu Qing's eyes felt stinging.
At this glance.
Gu Qing seemed to see a huge demon god with four heads and eight arms between the vast world. The four faces were greedy, angry, foolish, or hateful. With these four completely different expressions, he lowered his eyes. , overlooking the creatures in all directions.
"senior!"
At this time, Ruan Xiaoliu came up in despair.
"They are all dead, they are all dead. The people of this tribe killed Brother Ren, Daoyou Su, and Fang Shibo! Ahem..." Tears were streaming down Ruan Xiaoliu's face.
Gu Qing's expression was cold.
"Where does the logic come from that only you are allowed to kill and no one else is allowed to kill?"
He responded indifferently.
Ruan Xiaoliu's expression was slightly stagnant.
He looked at Gu Qing blankly.
"Hahaha!"
He pointed at Gu Qing, changed his previous fearful look, and said with a sarcastic face: "The person who died was not someone close to you, you would naturally say so! If it were your father, your mother, your family members, or your friends who died, You are definitely not acting like this! Hypocritical! Hahaha! Hypocritical guy!"
Ruan Xiaoliu's harsh words did not make Gu Qing's mood fluctuate in the slightest. He just glanced at Ruan Xiaoliu lightly, and then looked away.
"Lin, there is no one close to him."
Gu Qing responded.
His tone was still so cold and hard.
When Ruan Xiaoliu heard this, his sarcastic expression solidified.
He said nothing as if he had been hit in the head.
"If you want revenge, you have to live."
Gu Qing looked at the cliff in front of him and glanced around with the corner of his eye, observing the terrain in detail.
He continued:
"Retell to me what the natives are saying as detailed as possible. If you can't do that, you will die."
Gu Qing's voice fell.
Ruan Xiaoliu pursed his lips and his chest heaved for a while.
The five senses of a monk are naturally far superior to those of ordinary people.
The natives here did not want to avoid them.
So after a while, Ruan Xiaoliu said numbly: "The man whose life was left behind by the senior is the grandson of the high priest of their tribe. The man was saved by the senior, saying that the senior was different from those ferocious outsiders, and He didn’t kill the people from their tribe…”
Gu Qing listened for a while and nodded expressionlessly.
He was also weighing it in his mind.
Did he take advantage of the previous use of Guixu Finger to draw the power from the demonic stream into his body, and kill the tribe's high priest and a dozen or so barbaric cultivators? Absolutely.
In this way, the benefits are self-evident.
His eyes glanced at the tower of heads.
This tribe has killed so many foreign monks, and the wealth of these foreign monks together is extremely tempting.
Plus.
If the high priest of this tribe and a dozen or so barbaric cultivators were killed here, most of the tribe would be able to earn as much money as they had accumulated over many years of operation in this Demonic Stream. In his pocket.
But his intuition told him that doing so would have serious consequences.
There is even a risk of death.
Gu Qing weighed it for a moment and breathed a sigh of relief.
He gave up on the idea.
Nothing else.
He didn't know the depth of his enemy, so there was no need for him to take risks.
At this moment, he had taken a look around the situation.
Although the cliff here is the only place he must pass after landing, he can activate the black-gray power drawn by Guixu in his body and fly with his sword. If he wants to leave, the weird old man holding the black spear must be very It's hard to stop him.
not to mention.
He also has Ruan Xiaoliu as a shield.
Gu Qing was ready to take Ruan Xiaoliu with him.
crucial moment.
You can drop this person to buy time.
Think about this.
Gu Qing's foot stepped hard.
He grabbed the back of Ruan Xiaoliu's neck with one hand, and his figure turned into a ball of black light and rose into the sky.
This black escaping light circled and accelerated in mid-air, heading straight for the cliff here and escaping away.
…
On the cliff.
Next to the Tower of Human Heads.
When those dozen tall figures with black air and ferocious faces saw this scene, a burst of noise suddenly broke out.
next moment.
Densely packed rocks with great strength were smashed towards Gu Qing. In just a moment, Gu Qing was already halfway across the cliff.
He saw the sky full of rocks, his face expressionless.
With a wave of his hand, he blocked Ruan Xiaoliu in front of him. He ignored Ruan Xiaoliu's dull gaze, curled up slightly, hid behind Ruan Xiaoliu, and continued to fly away.
Ruan Xiaoliu gritted his teeth.
He took out a large fire-colored shield.
immediately.
Dang Dang Dang...
There was a sound of iron and stone colliding.
The large flaming shield magic weapon was hit in front of Ruan Xiaoliu by dense stones with huge force, causing light to flow everywhere.
The desire to survive is ultimately superior.
Overcoming the grief that trapped Ruan Xiaoliu cheered him up.
But his strength will not become stronger just because he cheers up.
soon.
Ruan Xiaoliu's complexion had turned pale. The shield weapon was continuously thrown, and under the stones that turned into powder, the fire-colored light dispersed and was on the verge of collapse.
"My life is at stake! Old Demon Lin is harming me!"
Ruan Xiaoliu shouted in his heart.
At this time, the weird old man below was drinking.
The dozens of tall figures trembled when they heard this.
They stopped.
No stones are being thrown upward.
The weird old man, the black spear in his hand turned into black air and dispersed. He looked at the black escaping light that Gu Qing transformed into with a somewhat strange look.
This black escaping light, under constant collision with the rocks carrying huge force, remained stable and showed no sign of decline.
"Outsiders! Do you dare to come down and fight with me?"
The old man's lips opened and closed.
At the same moment, the blood lines on his forehead trembled slightly.
then.
A voice message rang in Gu Qing's ears.
And this language is still the common language of the mainland.
The black escaping light stagnated in mid-air.
Gu Qing stood on the sword, holding Ruan Xiaoliu in one hand. He cast his gaze down at the strange old man wearing colorful clothes and took a deep look.
"Why don't you dare? But I have important things to do today, so I can't stay for a long time. I'll say goodbye this time. I will definitely visit you in the future. I hope the high priest will give you some advice."
Immediately, he responded in a low voice.
The words fell.
Gu Qing burst out faster and left with Ruan Xiaoliu.
