Industry country.
Yingchuan County.
The deepest part of the mountain range.
In the black beam of light that was several feet thick, Zhong Sunli in gray clothes shot out a series of restrictions towards the iron-gray boulder below.
Groups of monks gathered around the black light pillar, waiting silently.
Today is the day the Demon Spirit Stream is closed.
Just on top of the iron-gray boulder, in the gray mist of light, the several-foot-high light door stabilized for a moment.
Buzz!
The light door several feet high began to tremble violently.
The figures that were expelled from the closed Demon Spirit Streams one after another burst out in all directions with this light door several feet high as the center.
One after another, figures hit the ground like dense raindrops.
Intense exclamations rang out, and many monks who were caught off guard and pushed out fell to the ground hard.
A few monks with lower cultivation levels even smashed deep pits into the ground. They were vomiting blood and were in a state of embarrassment due to the force of the backlash.
Puff puff!
Several clouds of blood mist were sprayed out by the light door several feet high.
A bloody figure with a pale golden luster suddenly passed through the blood mist and hit the ground in the distance with a thump.
This bloody figure is Gu Qing.
now.
Gu Qing's body was covered with cracks.
His eyes turned blood red.
Dark red blood flowed out of every pore of his body, and was imprisoned on the surface of his body by traces of golden luster, and quickly flowed back through each pore.
White air steamed over his body.
soon.
His bloody body was enveloped in a cloud of white air.
Many probing glances were cast over me.
not far away.
"This fellow Taoist's situation is really weird."
An old man with black hair was stroking his half-foot-long beard, frowning slightly, staring at the faintly visible bloody figure in the white air.
This black-haired old man is neither fat nor thin, with few wrinkles on his face. His small eyes are very bright, and light flashes in them from time to time.
The old man's name is Ji Quan, and he has been cultivating in the Qi Refining Dzogchen realm for many years. He is a local monk from Yingchuan County.
"Father, there are many monks who have been excluded from the Demon Spirit Stream, and there are quite a few monks who have fallen into abnormal situations. What is so weird about this fellow Taoist?" Beside him was a middle-aged man who looked roughly like Ji Quan. , slightly puzzled.
Ji Quan shook his head gently.
He glanced at the middle-aged man and said: "This fellow Taoist is seriously injured, which is the only one I have seen in my life, your father. If such injuries were placed on your kid, I'm afraid your kid would have turned into blood mist on the spot. "
The middle-aged man's expression froze and he laughed twice.
He turned his head.
He looked at a few slightly embarrassed young people with strange eyes.
"What are you waiting to see me do?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, "Ji Cong, Ji Kun, why don't you two quickly go find Fellow Daoist Huang and return to the Alchemy Sect?"
"Senior Sister Huang Tao still has important matters over there."
Among the young people, the young monk named Ji Cong responded coldly, which made the middle-aged man feel a little unhappy.
However, middle-aged people are not prone to attacks either.
Although he is the head of the Ji family.
He is still Ji Cong's uncle.
But he was also afraid of chilling the heart of Ji Cong.
This Ji Cong has an extraordinary appearance, fair skin, and tall stature. He stands out among several young people. He is a rising star of their Yingchuan Ji family and is expected to become an inner disciple of the Danding Sect.
Ji Kun, who was on the side, was short and thin with dark skin. Upon seeing this, he quickly added: "As for the Master, all the inner disciples of the Alchemy Sect were taken away by an uncle, saying they wanted to discuss something. "
The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully after hearing the words.
While several monks from the Ji family were talking.
The blood color on the figure shrouded in white air has faded away. Gu Qing is half squatting on the ground naked, and the white flesh buds on his body are squirming.
"So many people..."
Gu Qing's pupils turned into normal color and shrank slightly.
He has no idea of running around naked in public.
Urging the blood-colored spiritual power in his body to return to its peak, a thicker white mist enveloped him. He was about to take out the clothes from the space of the stone monument, but something suddenly occurred to him, and his movements were slightly delayed.
Through the white mist, the corner of Gu Qing's eyes glanced upward.
In the black beam of light that was several feet thick, Zhong Sunli in gray clothes looked cold, with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed.
"False infant realm monks must be on guard."
Gu Qing thought to himself.
immediately.
He felt a little embarrassed.
His storage bags are all stored in the stele space, and using the stele space here is likely to be discovered by Zhong Sunli, who is in the fake infant realm.
Gu Qing quickly glanced around.
His eyes fell on Ji Quan.
"Fellow Taoist, can I borrow some clothes?"
A voice transmission sounded in Ji Quan's ears.
When Ji Quan heard the news, his heart trembled.
Such a powerful soul power...
Could it be that this monk who was so seriously injured was in the foundation-building stage of his cultivation? Come to think of it, even if it's not the foundation building period, it's definitely not that far away.
Think about this.
Ji Quan smiled and shook his head: "It's just a piece of clothing. Since my fellow Taoist has spoken, why can't I borrow it?"
Said.
Ji Quan flicked his sleeves.
A black shadow was thrown towards Gu Qing by him.
Gu Qing, who was in the white mist, took over the black shadow.
Gu Qing raised his eyebrows.
After the bones all over his body turned into pale gold, his physical recovery ability was indeed beyond his imagination.
In just a short time, most of his eyebrows have grown, and his head is covered with short hair.
"He threw a cassock directly over him. How can he be so wealthy?" Gu Qing quickly put the clothes thrown over by Ji Quan on his body.
The red robe worn on Gu Qing was different from the restrained black one, giving him a more flamboyant temperament.
Gu Qing casually waved away the white mist.
After taking a few steps, he was in front of Ji Quan and said loudly: "I'm the deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect, Gu Qing. Thank you for this fellow Taoist's helping hand."
A deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect?
Ji Quan's expression moved slightly, with a smile on his face.
This deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect is really extraordinary, and he can't even detect the slightest bit of cultivation in his body.
"Nowhere, it's just a little effort."
Ji Quan hugged his fists in return.
He looked around for a few times, his eyes flickered, and he said, "I haven't seen Senior Meng and other senior disciples of your sect."
Gu Qing frowned slightly.
He glanced at the cultivators around him.
A long while.
But no monks from the Xianhe Sect were found.
He saw Qin Lan and Fei Qingying of the Yanggu Sect. They were following the foundation-building monks of the Yanggu Sect and were talking to other Yanggu Sect disciples. Fei Qingying's expression was a little gloomy.
I don’t know why this girl, Fei Wanqing, has disappeared.
Watch the concubine Qingying's expression.
Fei Wanqing, this girl, is probably in bad shape.
Gu Qing seemed to have seen the pretty female cultivator with a serious look on the cloud boat on the green mountain that day again. He couldn't help but sigh inwardly, but that was all.
He has seen too many things, life and death.
On the other side of the Jinyang Gate, Zhixiu, who was with Lei Yunyang earlier, had his blond hair standing on end. His face was full of grief, and he gritted his teeth like a ferocious beast that wanted to choose someone to devour.
Lei Yunyang is dead?
Gu Qing felt a little pity.
Now that Lei Yunyang is dead, he will never be able to avenge his nearly death with one blow outside the ruins of Chen Kingdom.
Among the Ziyun Sect's disciples who entered the Demon Spirit Stream, quite a few were missing, including Jiao Kong.
Chu Zihan's face looked lonely.
Gu Qing also failed to find Xi Mengyun.
The three people including Bai Long and others who followed Luo Lingrui earlier have also disappeared. Most of these three people have been taken away by the foundation-building monks of the Black Hell Demon Palace. With the methods of the foundation-building monks, even if their cultivation level is not high for the time being, , the possibility of death is not high.
"Is it possible that the Xianhe sect was completely wiped out? But after entering the Demon Spirit Stream, they must have been scattered. How could they die so cleanly..."
Gu Qing felt a little puzzled.
He relaxed his brows, looked at Ji Quan, and said calmly: "Gu doesn't know the situation of Master Meng and his fellow disciples either."
Ji Quan took a deep look at Gu Qing. This deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect was like a mountain falling apart but his appearance remained unchanged.
You know, your Xianhe sect's foundation-building monk Meng Yue, your fellow sect brother Lu Su, who is known as the first direct descendant, plus a large number of disciples, may have all died in the Demon Spirit Stream!
So indifferent...
Ji Quan's previous intention to make friends has faded a bit.
"Father, this is..."
The middle-aged man on the side came up and looked at Gu Qing with strange eyes.
Of course he knows.
This is the monk who was seriously injured just now.
In the eyes of middle-aged people.
This monk, who was extremely injured just a few breaths ago, is now full of life, with no sign of being injured at all. It's really scary!
If this person can sell such a powerful recovery method to the Ji family, then the monks of the Ji family will undoubtedly have an extra trump card when they travel abroad in the future, a tyrannical trump card!
"This is the deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect, fellow Taoist Gu Qinggu." Ji Quan whispered to the middle-aged man.
Said.
Ji Quan then looked at Gu Qing and clasped his fists: "This robe will be given to fellow Taoist Gu. Ji will take his leave."
The Ji family left.
Gu Qing didn't take this group of people seriously either.
He searched a few times among the monks around him.
After more than ten breaths.
Still unable to wait for the girl Xi Mengyun to take the initiative to find her.
"Does this old friend not want to reminisce about the past, or has she already passed away? Forget it, let's leave first. If she is still alive, we will meet again if we are destined to."
Gu Qing's heart moved.
He stepped lightly.
The body turned into white light and fled towards the distance.
But don't want to.
A figure in purple stopped in front of him.
"Chu Zihan, Fellow Daoist Chu! If you don't stay with the junior brothers and sisters of Ziyun Sect, why are you here looking for Gu? Is it possible that you are feeling empty, lonely and cold, and you are here specifically to seek comfort?"
Gu Qing stopped running away and blinked.
The loneliness on Chu Zihan's face faded away.
She looked at the red-clothed Gu Qing in front of her, shook her head and said, "Your Xianhe sect seems to have some special means of communication. After entering the Demon Spirit Stream, they quickly gathered together and followed Uncle Meng Yue to explore a dangerous place. , uh, there is a gray bird squatting on Master Meng Yue's shoulder."
Gu Qing's expression was slightly solemn.
In this way, all the monks from the Xianhe Sect on this trip are really dead.
"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Chu, for informing me of this matter. After Gu returns, he will definitely report this matter to the sect." He said in a deep voice.
Chu Zihan chatted with him for a while before leaving.
Gu Qing once again headed towards the outside of the Yingchuan Mountains, turned into a ball of white air, flew close to the ground, and passed by in a flash for two hundred miles.
Looking back.
The black beam of light was no longer visible.
Presumably, the powerful person in the false infant realm would not be so bored, always paying attention to a strange monk two hundred miles away.
Gu Qing took out a wooden flying sword with dense black lines from the space of the stone tablet, stepped on it, and his figure immediately turned into a ball of lightning, soaring into the sky and flying away in the direction of Yan Kingdom.
"Xuehua Sword, Lanjiang Sword, and Black Flame Sword have all been damaged to varying degrees. Executing the Five Qi Sword Art will also have a considerable impact. And in this state, forcibly using the Five Qi Sword Art will be very dangerous. The damage may be further extended.”
Gu Qing thought to himself.
"After staying in Moling Stream for nearly three months, I wonder if the situation in Yan has changed..."
His escape speed was slightly slower.
In the bloody body-protecting aura, not even a bit of wind could blow in. Gu Qing stood on the flying sword and took out the jade communication talisman.
