Gu Qing's footsteps stopped.
"The cultivation method of observing bones is not uncommon. Many exercises that focus on body training have different methods of observing bones."
Gu Qing squinted his eyes in the flesh-like sticky body of Netherworld Guizhi. A trace of translucent light red liquid hung on his eyelids. This thing had a bit of warmth. Very disgusting.
His mind moved.
It is already condensed on the golden luster of the bones around the body.
Immediately afterwards.
Gu Qing was in a daze for a moment.
At the moment when Gu Qing was in a daze.
Time flies by.
Countless red auras swarmed in from all directions, and the flesh-like body of Netherworld Guizhi clinging to Gu Qing's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The area within three feet of Gu Qing's body soon turned into an open space.
Standing quietly in this open space, Gu Qing's eyes seemed to be closed, and there seemed to be a faint golden luster all over his body.
As his whole body glowed with this golden luster.
Buzz!
In the flesh and blood of Netherworld Guizhi, the red aura gathering towards Gu Qing's body suddenly multiplied, and faintly condensed into a huge crimson funnel. At the core of the funnel was Gu Qing, who fell into a trance for a moment.
Gu Qing's senses only lasted for a moment, but by the time he came back from his trance, he didn't know how long it had been.
He seemed to have closed his eyes, then opened them.
Gu Qing instinctively realized that more than a day had passed.
His body trembled.
A crackling sound resounded from his body, and a powerful feeling arose in his heart.
He looked at himself subconsciously.
"Um?"
The next moment.
A trace of surprise appeared on his face.
now.
The bones all over his body have turned into a light golden color.
The golden luster that originally circulated on his bones was like ink mixed in clear water, soaking into his bones and blending into his bone marrow, dyeing all his bones a light golden color.
The warm feeling between the eyebrows has disappeared.
I wonder if it has something to do with the fact that all his bones turned into a pale gold color.
Gu Qing touched his head.
His eyebrows and hair have grown back and are dark and thick.
In his body, the muscles and veins of his limbs and bones seemed to be reborn, containing a powerful force. The blood-colored spiritual power shrank in the sea of Qi in his Dantian, and the space of the stone tablet turned into a black light spot the size of a fingertip, hanging here. Above the bloody lake of spiritual power.
"I don't know how strong my current physique is."
Gu Qing clenched his fist fiercely.
There was a sound of tearing energy, and the strong air flow spread out from his palm, shattering the earth and rocks on the ground.
His heart moved.
Previously on the black sea, he took out one of the storage bags obtained by killing cultivators on that island from the space of the stone tablet. He poured his spiritual power into the storage bag, a sharp-edged, golden middle-grade spell. The flying sword appeared in his hand.
He looked at the sword blade and suddenly flicked it away with his fingers.
Click!
The blade of the sword, glowing with cold light, split into two halves.
The broken sword exploded forward and to the side, then fell into the earth and rocks with a pop, leaving only holes with white gas coming out.
Gu Qing was a little sluggish.
He swallowed and put away the broken sword and storage bag.
His eyes were focused on the finger that had just shattered the flying sword.
"It can easily shatter the flying sword, a medium-grade magic weapon..."
There were many distracting thoughts in his mind.
The scenes of hard practice in the past are still vivid in my mind.
Countless days and nights of life and death struggle, all became dim in the face of this immeasurable force, and a trace of confusion filled his heart.
This power comes so easily.
Like a dream.
Like flowers in the mirror, like the moon in the water.
Gu Qing couldn't see it clearly and didn't dare to believe it.
a long time.
He sighed quietly.
As the saying goes, a horse cannot grow fat without night grass.
This statement does not deceive me.
"Think of me, Gu Qing. I have been cultivating step by step for hundreds of years in the bottom world of cultivation. I have gained very little. However, I only passively entered the Demon Spirit Stream once and gained such a powerful power. This shows the importance of opportunity." Gu Qing Put away all the confusion in your heart.
His current strength is unknown.
Gu Qing felt conscious.
Physical strength alone should not be enough to compete with the monks in the foundation building stage.
But judging from the fact that he easily shattered the flying sword of a middle-grade magical weapon with just one finger, even a monk in the foundation building stage would most likely be punched by him if he was careless and got close to him. die.
That is to say.
"With this physique, Five Qi Sword Techniques, and many spiritual talismans, under the foundation, I am already invincible!"
Gu Qing narrowed his eyes and took a cautious step forward.
Uh-huh!
He crushed the earth and rocks under his feet, and in an instant, it turned into a phantom, moving straight forward for more than two feet before he was forcibly controlled and did not plunge headlong into the withered and hard blood-red material ahead.
"Still in the body of Netherworld Guizhi."
Gu Qing looked at the withered and hardened blood-red substance in front of him.
"What is the relationship between the blood-colored breath of Netherworld Guizhi and the blood-colored breath in the body of the blood demon that the Soul Sect raised in Liuji Mountain in Beize? Do they all come from the ancient demon..." Gu Qing secretly guessed in his heart.
He looked inside himself again.
The mind is concentrated in the Shenque acupoint.
The Yin talisman in the Shenque acupoint kept trembling, and a vague force was transmitted from the unknown blood demon fetus to his body across space, but it was absorbed before it even left the Shenque acupoint. Almost exhausted.
Gu Qing withdrew his mind that was focused on Shenque Point.
he mused.
"The barbaric death energy in the Demon Spirit Stream, combined with the blood-colored aura, can be directly transformed into golden power." Gu Qing took out the Lanjiang Flying Sword, which was as thin as cicada wings, and chopped into pieces the flesh-like body of Netherworld Guizhi in front, withering The dry and hard part, "If we call this golden power the power of the ancient demon, the wild death energy and the bloody breath should be the products of the differentiation of the ancient demon's power."
Holding the Lanjiang Flying Sword, he dug a few feet forward.
Gu Qing frowned slightly.
There is still not even a trace of blood-colored aura to absorb.
"It seems that it has been absorbed very cleanly. This means that there should be no problem with the bone-gazing cultivation method. However, this method is difficult to control. You must study it carefully. After you go out, you should collect information related to the ancient demon regardless of loss." Gu Qing continued to move forward, but he did not use the disgusting method of following the subtle lines and walking through the flesh-like body of Netherworld Guizhi.
After digging forward for more than thirty feet, Gu Qing finally caught a trace of blood-colored aura, and he devoured it.
That weird feeling of hunger came over him again.
Gu Qing didn't wait to think about anything.
A faint roar came from afar.
He trembled violently as if struck by lightning.
Immediately, he took a few steps back uncontrollably, just like an ordinary person following his instinct to avoid snakes and scorpions.
"what sound?"
Hear this sound.
Gu Qing had a bad feeling in his heart.
Without much hesitation, he quickly retreated towards the rear.
The body of Netherworld Guizhi was so huge that it was hard to imagine what extreme dangers it hid, and he didn't feel any surprise at all.
Gu Qing's figure turned into a flying black shadow.
He followed the path he came from and walked through the flesh-like body of Netherworld Guizhi at an extremely fast speed. The faint roar in his ears not only did not become distant, but instead amplified a little, as if Something was chasing him, getting closer and closer to him.
"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, this should be my disaster."
Gu Qing suddenly turned around and took a look.
He had an inexplicable whim and realized something.
…
Just when Gu Qing was returning along the way he came.
Five monks in the foundation building stage were walking towards him.
now.
These five foundation-building monks were all a little embarrassed, with wary faces on each other's faces, and they quickly traveled through the body of Netherworld Guizhi.
It is different from Gu Qing who directly flows through the Netherworld Guizhi's body with a flesh-like texture.
The five monks in the foundation-building stage each sacrificed their spiritual weapons and took turns using their means to clear the way. They continuously smashed out spiritual power and blasted away the Netherworld Guizhi's body, which was made of flesh and blood, tearing open a road.
The spiritual weapons of these five people are all different.
The tall and tall male cultivator who almost slapped Gu Qing to death before was still holding the fan with three fire-colored feathers in his hand, his expression gloomy.
"That boy got the spiritual weapon of Luo Lingrui, a demon girl, and got into the body of Netherworld Guizhi, so he must avoid us."
The male cultivator narrowed his eyes and said.
"The body of this Netherworld Guizhi is so huge. I'm afraid only the core part is the real fourth-level spiritual material. But this time, it was deceived by Luo Lingrui, a witch, and I almost fell into trouble."
A big man in black with a beard, carrying a black hammer-shaped spiritual weapon with a hammer head bigger than his head, said with some hesitation, "I don't know how we got out of that weird space before. ? In addition, who killed the witch Luo Lingrui who was so powerful?"
Said.
The big man in black paused, and looked at the male cultivator who was holding a three-color fan and with a gloomy face, and said in a suspicious tone: "Isn't he the boy that fellow Daoist Niu mentioned?"
As soon as the big man in black said this, all the other monks stopped.
"Won't."
Holding a three-color fan, the gloomy male cultivator had a look of determination on his face. He glanced at a few people: "That boy was almost beaten to death by my fan earlier. How could he be so weak and have the power to kill Luo Lingrui, a witch?" strength?"
The male cultivator holding a three-color fan had a gloomy look on his face.
Only then could it be seen that this male cultivator had an excellent appearance. He was dressed in white as snow. He was clearly the cultivator who had previously nodded and bowed to Luo Lingrui from outside the restricted area.
"Then who killed Luo Lingrui, the witch? There is doubt about this matter, so Chai will not accompany me and leave." The big man in black rolled his eyes, clasped his fists and spoke, and without much hesitation, he flew towards the rear Escape.
"Hmph! As timid as a mouse."
The male cultivator holding a three-color fan snorted disdainfully and looked at the other three people: "Fellow Daoist Xiang, Friend Daoist Qiao, and Friend Daoist Chong, we are going to explore the core of Netherworld Guizhi's body this time, not just for the sake of That boy, even if that boy is really not simple, I will fight him to the death! This Netherworld Ghost Zhizhi is a fourth-level spiritual material, and it grows so huge that it must have a shocking secret that can mediate fate!"
Among the remaining three monks, two of them seemed to be familiar with each other before. After hearing this monk's words, they looked at each other.
"Yes!"
"What Taoist Niu said is indeed true!"
The two of them responded one after another.
"Fellow Taoist Xiang has the highest cultivation level among us. What do you think? Should we advance or retreat next?" The male cultivator holding a three-color fan cast his gaze on the silent cultivator.
"I don't have much life left. I should give it a try. Even if I die in this Demonic Stream, I won't have any regrets." The remaining monk has white beard and white hair, his eyes are as bright as fire, his face is full of folds, and his figure is But he was extremely strong, and his voice was as loud as thunder, making stars pop out of people's eyes.
"You have said this to fellow Taoist Niu, and Niu's heart is determined!" The male cultivator holding a three-color fan said with a smile on his face.
The four of them stopped staying.
The male cultivator holding a three-color fan took the initiative to clear the way.
He kept waving the fan in his hand, condensing streams of crimson flames, tearing apart the huge body of Netherworld Guizhi, and moved forward quickly.
