In the next half day, Gu Qing and Taoist Chongming found a flat place and waited quietly.
Gu Qing held Han Chi's Luoyue Bow horizontally behind him. The black flame sword originally carried on his shoulder was also inserted into the ground. He took out the futon and sat cross-legged.
Boundless darkness shrouded the earth, and the red mist with a sense of death in the air continued to gather and disperse like clouds.
There are fewer and fewer monks around.
Both the monks who came here and the monks who left here gradually became sparse.
"This place... seems to be in the Gobi desert."
Gu Qing looked around and thought to himself.
The topography of this place can be called a flat plain.
Although there are some strange rocks and strange-looking creatures, there are obviously no mountains, rivers or hills nearby, and the vegetation on the ground is also sparse.
In the distance, the giant tree-like thing that seemed to be the ghost mushroom was connected to the sky and the ground, straight into the red mist above. Gu Qingruo looked up, and vaguely seemed to be able to see clusters of 'fruit'-like things.
Maybe it was his illusion.
Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.
He turned his head and looked to his left.
Among the ten people gathered together by Taoist Chongming, Gu Qing was on the far right. To his left was a female cultivator with cold eyes and plump body.
The female cultivator's head and face were covered by a black gauze, so her exact appearance could not be seen, and Gu Qing had never heard this woman speak.
"The Chongming Taoist's spiritual eye technique can tell the strength of the monks..." Gu Qing's heart moved slightly, and he remembered the secret of the spiritual eye that he had learned from the female cultivator of the Alchemy Sect, Huang Tao Chu. technique.
Gu Qing silently urged it on.
A trace of red light quietly filled Gu Qing's eyes.
The world in front of Gu Qing's eyes seemed to be soaked in a layer of water mist. After being blurred for a moment, it suddenly became extremely clear.
At this time.
The female cultivator who was stared at by Gu Qing noticed something and suddenly turned her head to meet Gu Qing's eyes.
These were a pair of eyes as pure as ice and snow, with tranquility and indifference. Gu Qing looked away calmly.
"This woman's body is shrouded in a dense black light. This black light is as restless as a flame, but it is not emitted. From within, you can feel the abundant power of this woman's body."
Gu Qing was slightly surprised.
"If we only talk about physical strength, even compared to me at this time, this woman is even a bit stronger."
After Gu Qing moved his eyes away from this woman, he used the secret technique of spiritual eyes to glance at the other people, including Taoist Chong Ming and his talkative niece.
Gu Qing didn't take a second look at this girl.
"Among these nine people, the strongest ones should be Taoist Chongming and the female cultivator on the left whose face is covered by black gauze."
Gu Qing already made a judgment in his mind.
At this time, there was a burst of noise not far away.
"Save me! Senior Chongming, save me!"
"Senior Chong Ming, please help me!"
"..."
Immediately afterwards, several figures ran towards Gu Qing and others.
Behind these figures was a monk with a cold expression and wearing a yellow and black cloak. Not even a trace of his cultivation aura leaked out.
The face of this cultivator is so handsome that Gu Qing has only seen it in his life.
Senior Brother Sikong Xuan, who is a bit more beautiful than the stunning beauty, is also a bit less charming than this cultivator.
This cultivator looks very young, that is, in his twenties. His eyes with introverted eyelids reveal an extremely vicissitude of life. His steps are extremely slow, but his body shape is like cotton wool moving with the wind. , floating in the air.
After this cultivator chased the figures a few feet ahead, less than three feet away, he stretched out his slender white palm and gently pressed it downwards.
throat!
The figures that had arrived in front of Gu Qing and others were driven several feet into the ground as if they were being swatted away by an invisible force, like mosquitoes, flies and small insects.
The earth and rocks shattered, causing fine dust to rise.
Taoist Chongming and other cultivators looked on with different expressions.
Gu Qing lowered his eyes.
From the corner of his eye, he focused on the cold-looking figure in front of him, wearing a yellow and black cloak.
Foundation building!
Under the gaze of his spiritual eye secret technique, the whole body of this cultivator was like a ball of bright white light. This was still in the Demon Spirit Stream and the spiritual power cultivation was suppressed. This white light was still so dazzling. If it were in the outside world, I'm afraid it will be a hundred times more powerful.
"However, after seeing this practice, we can understand that in this Demonic Stream, the pressure on the foundation-building monks must be greater. This is good news." Gu Qing's mind was spinning.
The sense of threat that Gu Qing sensed in this cultivator was only slightly stronger than that of Taoist Chongming.
"I don't want to explore the road... This senior, you are a senior in the foundation building stage! Just put it on the next horse. I am willing to give all my wealth..."
"Senior Chong, have you forgotten? My family has invited you to be a guest! Can you please let me go for this little favor today? I will work hard for the rest of my life, and I will definitely repay Senior Chong's kindness. Thank you!"
The few monks who were driven a few feet underground kept begging for mercy. Unfortunately, no matter how they begged for mercy, it was all in vain. These monks were soon condensed with spiritual power by the cultivator wearing a yellow and black cloak. The white illusory chains formed were tied into a bunch and dragged on the ground forcibly.
Amidst the cries of father and mother, these monks were dragged away and disappeared in front of Gu Qing and others.
"This guy's name is Chong Ting. He is a monk from the Chong family of Yan State. The Chong family is a well-known cultivation family in Yan State and has only risen in recent years."
A cold female voice sounded in Gu Qing's ears.
A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He turned his head and glanced at the female cultivator on the left.
"Thank you so much for informing this fellow Taoist minister about this matter." Gu Qing thought a little in his heart, and a slight smile appeared on his face, "I wonder what I call this fellow Taoist? He is a casual cultivator in Xiaye Country, Lin Changqing."
"Sanyin Sect, Xi Mengyun.".
The female cultivator's words were extremely calm.
But Gu Qing couldn't help but feel shocked.
Xi Mengyun?
Gu Qing suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart and glanced up and down a few times at the female cultivator whose face was covered by black gauze. Finally, he saw something familiar between the exposed brows and eyes of this woman.
It’s really this woman!
He never thought that after we had said goodbye, we would meet again under such circumstances. Gu Qing felt a little sad in his heart.
His sadness did not last long.
"It turns out to be Fellow Daoist Xi. It's our first time meeting you. Nice to meet you." Gu Qing's smile remained unchanged, and there was no hesitation in his tone.
The female cultivator whose face was covered by black gauze, that is, Xi Mengyun, heard Gu Qing's words and glanced at Gu Qing's bald head and the big bow carried behind Gu Qing's back with a somewhat strange look.
"Ah."
She sneered unintelligibly.
Immediately, she withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes to rest.
Seeing this scene, Gu Qing was a little confused.
"This woman must have recognized me. After all, she is someone we have known each other before. It is not unusual for her to recognize me based on my cultivation aura."
He thought briefly in his mind.
"It's just that we still don't know whether this woman is an enemy or a friend..."
Just when Gu Qing was thinking.
On the black earth, from the position close to the body of Netherworld Guizhi, there was a sudden bright brilliance that bloomed in all directions, like an extra blazing white sun, shining on the surroundings.
This ray of light lit up and spread on the black earth. A powerful impact lifted up the land from a distance and swept across.
boom!
This force of impact, carrying the red mist with the meaning of death, as well as countless earth and rocks, as well as the flesh and blood remains of a large number of dead monks, as well as some unlucky creatures nearby, rushed towards Gu Qing and other waves of good cultivators. , pressing over like a dark cloud.
Gu Qing and others, with their spiritual power suppressed, were swept away by the extremely fast impact. They were caught off guard and flew backwards.
Gu Qing grabbed the futon that was almost blown away with one hand. The golden luster on the bones around his body kept flowing. He forcibly carried the impact and held the black and red black flame sword that was inserted into the ground. The handle was lifted, the body was in a half-squatting position, and it was gliding quickly on the ground.
A large amount of earth and rocks were crushed under Gu Qing's feet.
A huge wave of red mist with a sense of death fell in front of him, and Gu Qing, who had just grabbed the futon and held the hilt of the black flame sword, gliding in a half-crouching posture, fell directly from the ground. It flew up in the air.
Gu Qinggang was about to struggle.
Then there was a human-shaped black shadow as heavy as a mountain, pressing down like a mountain, knocking Gu Qing's eyesight into darkness.
Bang!
Gu Qing, whose eyes turned black, and the human-shaped black shadow that was as heavy as a ten thousand gun, were knocked away by the impact and fell into an unknown creature's lair. He turned over and jumped up, pointing the black flame sword towards the human-shaped black shadow. He pressed forward, but after seeing the face of the humanoid shadow clearly, he moved slightly slower.
In the spacious tunnel dug by this unknown creature, there was black mucus accumulated over the years, which had condensed into a smooth solid. Xi Mengyun was half-sitting on the ground, looking at Gu Qing with a calm gaze.
"Xiaoqing, long time no see."
Xi Mengyun's tone was no longer so cold.
"Lin doesn't know what fellow Taoist Xi is talking about." Gu Qing picked up the black and red sword and walked towards the corridor. "If Taoist Xi Mengyun is fine and Yi Lin comes to drive, we'd better leave here quickly and fight with Chong." Fellow Taoist Ming, please join us."
"Junior brother Zhao is still alive and married to the sect leader's daughter."
The black gauze on Xi Mengyun's cheeks had been blown away.
As she spoke, she arranged the black gauze a little, covered her face, and stood up.
Gu Qing had already crossed Xi Mengyun's footsteps and was slightly behind.
"How did you get the injury on your face?"
He asked without looking back.
Xi Mengyun touched the hideous wound on his cheek.
The wound was like a giant centipede, stretching across her cheek and spreading towards the flesh of her neck.
"I just practiced a sinister secret technique." Xi Mengyun stared at Gu Qing's bald head, with a smile in his eyes, and responded with a gentler tone.
Gu Qing was silent for a while.
"You were so heavy just now. Did you lose control of the mountain soul secret technique you practiced?" He asked a little unnaturally.
Xi Mengyun shook his head slightly and said calmly: "The incomplete Mountain Soul Secret Technique is like this when used. The body is heavy and has no roots under its feet."
Gu Qing turned his head.
He took a deep look at Xi Mengyun.
This former friend of his seemed to have gone through a lot after joining the Shanyin Sect, and he no longer had even the slightest trace of his former temperament.
"Let's go."
Gu Qing withdrew his gaze and walked out of the corridor following the position where he and Xi Mengyun entered.
…
The finely crushed gravel spread out on the ground, which was flat and soft. Bones, pieces of meat, and pieces of clothing could be seen everywhere.
Gu Qing swung the big sword in his hand, swept away the unknown corpses blocking the way, and looked around.
No sign of Taoist Chongming was seen.
The huge impact just now sent the monks waiting nearby flying away. I am afraid that some monks who were not physically strong were injured or even died due to the impact.
Heavy footsteps came from behind, and Xi Mengyun, whose face was covered by black gauze, quickly came to Gu Qing's side.
"Fellow Daoist Lin, you and I, you might as well rush to the direction of the Netherworld Guizhi's true form. I'm sure Fellow Daoist Chong Ming and others will do the same. Then we can meet up effortlessly."
Xi Mengyun's tone has returned to coldness.
"good."
Gu Qingyan responded concisely and concisely.
