He could only fly a few dozen miles before the black escape light fell.
Gu Qing looked around a few times.
On the black hills, there are circles of strange fire-colored trees with extremely narrow leaves. There are no weeds around, only thick tree roots protruding from the ground.
There is a vague miasma surrounding the area, and the world is no longer pure black, but a little hazy. If someone sees this scene when they are sleepy, they will definitely think that they are in a dream. .
Ruan Xiaoliu was thrown aside by Gu Qing.
This young boy looked bitter at the moment.
The bitterness was mixed with a hint of confusion.
It seems like there is no backbone as to where to go.
Gu Qing turned a deaf ear to this.
He is feeling his current state.
After using Guixu Finger, he felt very strange.
Power that exceeded the load of his physical body filled his body, and pain continued to spread from his forcibly stretched flesh, reminding him that in this state, he would explode and die at any time, but that powerful feeling made him unable to help but feel nostalgic.
At this moment, this dangerous and alluring power dissipated, and he was a little reluctant to let go.
Under that force, Gu Qing's figure, which had been lifted up several feet, has returned to its original shape. The red blood lines on his cracked body healed quickly.
After the bones all over his body glowed with a golden sheen, Gu Qing's body not only greatly increased in strength, but his body's self-healing ability reached terrifying levels.
Just a few breaths passed.
On Gu Qing's body, after using the Guixu Finger, all the injuries caused by the force extracted from the surrounding Baizhang were raging, and all the injuries were recovered.
His eyes were slightly lowered.
At this moment, traces of black energy dispersed from the 36,000 pores on his skin to the surroundings.
He circulated the Guishui and returned it to his power.
The blood-colored spiritual power in the Dantian Qi Sea circulated in the meridians around his body, and a layer of blood-colored halo shrouded his figure. As this layer of protective spiritual light condensed, he could feel the spiritual power in his body. It is constantly escaping into the Demon Spirit Stream.
He had a thought in his mind.
A spiritual stone appeared in his hand.
This is a low-grade spiritual stone with water attribute.
As soon as this spiritual stone appeared in the Demon Spirit Stream, it dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was an invisible mouth sucking the spiritual energy in it.
In the blink of an eye, this spiritual stone has dimmed by less than half.
Gu Qing exerted slight force in his hands.
puff!
This low-grade water-attribute spiritual stone was crushed into powder by him.
A ball of mist-like spiritual energy appeared in front of his eyes and dissipated at a faster speed. He opened his mouth and inhaled, taking the remaining spiritual mist into his body, running his skills, and refining it.
In the end, this spiritual stone contained only a small amount of spiritual energy, which was refined into spiritual power by Gu Qing and returned to the sea of Qi in Dantian.
Gu Qing took out a few more storage bags from his arms.
He injected spiritual power into each one, checked them briefly, and took out a bottle of ordinary Qi-Building Pill from one of the storage bags.
Before he could uncork the bottle, cracks appeared on the elixir bottle.
Click!
After a slight crisp sound, the Qi-Building Pill bottle was torn into pieces. The Qi-Building Pill inside fell to the ground and turned into black residue that expanded more than ten times.
The elixir is almost impossible to take, and the spiritual energy of the spirit stone will almost disappear. This Demonic Spirit Stream is really weird.
Gu Qing gathered his spiritual power and stopped the luck-boosting technique.
“In this case, the effect of spiritual power cultivation will not be too strong.
Even a monk at the Great Perfection Stage of Qi Refining can only exert the same power as a monk at the second level of Qi Refining outside. Moreover, the spiritual power in the body will be reduced if you use it a little. It is very difficult to replenish it. high.
I don’t know how much the cultivation of the monks in the foundation-building stage was suppressed in the Demon Spirit Stream. Luo Lingrui... had to kill this girl in the Demon Spirit Stream before she could rest easy. "
He secretly thought.
Disguise can deceive Qi Refining monks, but it cannot deceive Foundation-building monks.
Once out of the Demon Spirit Stream, his soul aura would not be able to escape Luo Lingrui's induction. At that time, he would be dead.
Gu Qing took out the Snow Flower Sword from its sheath and looked at the blade.
On it, there are traces of black erosion, if they are there or not.
"The magic weapon was also greatly affected. Just flying with the sword caused such a loss. Of course, it was because I used the power I drew from Guixu with one finger to force the Snow Flower Sword to fly with the sword. But most of the reason is that the sword’s spirituality is suppressed by the Demonic Stream.”
Gu Qing took a few glances.
He sheathed the Snow Flower Sword and put it into the space of the stone tablet.
Immediately, a huge black and red sword like a door panel was taken out from the space of the stone tablet. It was the black flame sword.
He has almost no chance to use this high-grade fire-attribute magic weapon, the Flying Sword, alone in the outside world. After all, he practices water-attribute techniques, and the spiritual power he produces is water-attributed. Using this black flame sword, he can exert The power will be greatly reduced.
But at this moment, it is different.
Gu Qing held the black flame sword that didn't even have a scabbard. He glanced at the blade a few times and slashed diagonally at the strange tree in front of him with ease.
boom!
That strange tree seemed to have evaporated directly.
This section was smashed into tiny sawdust by Gu Qing.
The part of the strange tree that flew into the air fell on the tree stump that seemed to be torn apart, revealing new growth. After a slight pause, it fell headlong towards Ruan Xiaoliu.
Ruan Xiaoliu suddenly felt a strong wind coming and was startled.
Before he could think about it, his body had already reacted.
He rolled violently and dodged the fallen strange tree.
Just as he dodged the fallen strange tree, a black and red sword as wide as a door panel appeared on Ruan Xiaoliu's shoulder, pressing him to the ground.
Gu Qing's expression was indifferent and he said calmly: "I swear an oath of heaven to never be my enemy or do anything bad to me."
…
Four days later.
The same black hills, rising and falling.
There are still only fire-colored strange trees around, no weeds, and no other vegetation. The sky above the land should be affected by the white barriers on both sides. Only a vast expanse of white can be seen, not like the sky above the sea. , there is a wild and deadly air spreading.
The dark red setting sun sets in the west.
Two figures climbed over a mountain.
The man who opened the way in front of him had a very youthful face, dusty with travels, and his eyes were dim. He seemed to have suffered a major blow recently, and he felt like a walking corpse.
The man walking behind had a bald head and was dressed in spotless black clothes. He carried a black and red sword as wide as a door panel on his shoulder, and a blue longbow that was more than ten feet long across his back.
These two figures are Ruan Xiaoliu and Gu Qing.
When he entered the Demon Spirit Stream that day, Gu Qing had already taken out the small black sign given by Luo Lingrui and held it in his hand.
"After injecting spiritual power with this card, the strongest aura in the induction should be Luo Lingrui, which is the farthest away. The other three auras are of similar strength, and the closest one is not far ahead. "Gu Qing stepped over a few pieces of gravel, his eyes flickering, "Is it the white dragon, or the two female cultivators? No matter who they are, they have probably been taken away by the cultivators of the Black Hell Demon Palace."
Just when Gu Qing was thinking.
He and Ruan Xiaoliu climbed up the hill here.
Ruan Xiaoliu in front suddenly let out an exclamation.
Gu Qing also paused for a moment.
He looked forward, his pupils narrowed.
I saw there, a dense crowd of figures in front of me, stretching from the ground to the sky.
A rough estimate is that there may be several thousand people.
These thousands of figures stood together haphazardly, their bodies all frozen, without any movement or sound, covering the hillside in front of them.
Gu Qing took a few glances and immediately noticed a clue.
These thousands of figures were actually dry corpses!
He frowned slightly and said calmly: "Go and have a look."
With that said, Gu Qing walked in front.
Ruan Xiaoliu also noticed something strange.
"Mummy... mummy!"
Those thousands of figures are all fucking mummies!
The mummies are all over the place!
At this moment, Ruan Xiaoliu felt that his throat was astringent, his feet felt heavy, and even his head felt a little dizzy. The lingering smell of corpse seemed to be coming from his nose. Filled and filled with endless regret.
At first, his head must have been squeezed by the door.
Why do you want to enter this Laoshizi Demon Spirit Stream?
You are really asking for trouble!
Opportunity...
What the hell kind of opportunity are there!
Except for dead people, there are dead people. People are dying constantly, but not even a hair of the legendary opportunity has been seen.
At this time, Ruan Xiaoliu just wanted to find a place to squint, wait until the Demon Spirit Stream was closed, he was excluded, and returned to the outside world. He would never enter any secret realm again in this life, and become an immortal master in the mortal world. Every day He lived a good life, married ten or eight beautiful ordinary women, and ended his life.
But when he raised his eyes, Ruan Xiaoliu saw the shiny bald head in front of him.
Ruan Xiaoliu's eyes lit up.
He was so blessed that he seemed to have understood something.
“It is better for others to die than to die yourself.
This old demon Lin is so tyrannical. If you follow him, you will definitely be much safer if you don't just walk sideways in this demon stream! "
Think about this.
Ruan Xiaoliu quickly caught up with Gu Qing.
He followed Gu Qing step by step, with a flattering smile on his face from time to time, nodding and bending, and saying random compliments. His lively expression was very different from the walking corpse before.
Gu Qing's eyes were strange.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ruan Xiaoliu but did not respond.
Got off this mountain.
Gu Qing came to the strange "mummy forest" composed of thousands of upright mummies. This mummy forest was refreshing to him who was used to seeing strange fire-colored trees in the past four days.
His footsteps stopped in front of a mummy.
This is the mummy of an indigenous woman.
The body was shriveled, and the withered yellow flesh cracked, exposing the bones. The corners of the mouth that had shrunk and solidified seemed to have some smile left, and the head looked to the side.
The dried eyeballs in her eye sockets were like bubbles blown by fish in the stream. Only a transparent outer wall was left, and the middle was empty. Gu Qing's eyes narrowed when he saw this.
He looked at the direction of the indigenous woman's head.
There was an indigenous man, who also turned his head over. There was an even more obvious smile on the mummy's face.
Combined with the actions of this pair of men and women...
"These two were flirting before they died?"
Ruan Xiaoliu spoke in surprise.
This young boy, who had just racked his brains to compliment Gu Qing, almost using up all his experience in the past ten years, had not spoken a word for a long time.
But this statement was shocking.
Gu Qing ignored Ruan Xiaoliu's thoughts.
He turned his gaze to the hills ahead and looked towards the direction of the thousands of mummies in the forest of mummies.
"Is there something that deprives these people of moisture in an instant, rendering them unable to even struggle and turning into mummies while standing?"
Gu Qing's heart was filled with surprise and doubt.
He wandered around in the mummy forest.
Nearly an hour later.
In front of Gu Qing, there was a pile of scrapped magical weapons and many fragments of storage bags, and his expression became solemn.
"Twenty-three monks..."
He spoke in a low voice.
In this forest of mummies, in addition to the thousands of natives in the demonic stream, there were twenty-three monks. These twenty-three monks also made no resistance or even any reaction, and their bodies were transformed. Mummyed.
Their magical weapons and storage bags were all scrapped.
