"Guo Zifeng's messenger talisman is still silent."
Gu Qing held the dim communication jade talisman and frowned.
"Sikong Xuan, who is probably dead in the Demon Spirit Stream, once mentioned that He Chaoqun, the son of He Feixing, the leader of the fourth peak of the Xianhe Sect, secretly refined the Human Yuan Dan. He also managed to identify Guo Zifeng, who had not been heard from for a long time, and At the top of the fourth peak where He Chaoqun has been practicing all year round..."
Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly.
Guo Zifeng, more bad luck than good.
He took out another jade talisman for communication.
This messenger jade talisman is shining with misty brilliance.
His consciousness probed into it.
Soon, he took it back.
Holding the dimmed jade talisman of communication.
Gu Qing pressed down the escape light in front of a rift valley.
"The sect's outer sect competition is actually ahead of schedule."
The messenger jade talisman in his hand was crystal clear, with countless purple light spots seeming to gather and disperse within it. It was the special messenger jade talisman given to him by Jian Youde on the day he left the Xianhe Sect.
Just now he got the news from this jade talisman that the outer sect competition of the Xianhe Sect was advanced to two months later.
For this reason, the Xianhe Sect is recalling all the disciples who are outside, including the five inner disciples and three deacon disciples who went to Yan Kingdom to meet their fellow disciples.
Gu Qing's eyes narrowed.
What is the purpose of this move by the Xianhe Sect?
A vague guess appeared in his heart.
"No matter what, it should be considered a good thing for me. I should really go back and take care of the harvest."
The Hehuan Dao was suspected to be the storage ring of the foundation-building monk. He had not yet erased the soul restriction and opened it.
In addition, Luo Lingrui's golden wheel spiritual weapon, and the three-color treasure fan he obtained before leaving the Demon Spirit Stream, both need to be handled properly.
Think about this.
Gu Qing put away the message jade talisman in his hand, stepped on it, and his figure rose into the air, suddenly turning into lightning, and flew towards the direction of Huaining County.
The terrain of Yingchuan County has changed a lot.
Many mountains and rivers turned into canyons, and the earth was covered with cracks.
A layer of red miasma enveloped a small half of Yingchuan County. The climate in Huaining County, which was already relatively hot, was even more severe at this time.
In these two thousand miles, bones are everywhere and the people are in dire straits.
The opening of the Demonic Stream, a magical place this time, will cause the direct death of hundreds of millions of creatures on the land of Yingchuan, and how many will be precarious, suffering and waiting to die in the harsh environment?
The monks patted their butts and left. The vitality of Yingchuan County may not be fully restored even if hundreds of years pass.
Who is to blame for such a disaster?
Who does the karma of heaven and earth apply to?
Gu Qing sighed secretly.
Seeing the ruined lives, he felt a little pity.
Struggling to survive in the bottom world of cultivation for more than a hundred years, he has never felt superior to ordinary people.
There was even more inexplicable anger at this moment.
Anger to whom.
Even he couldn't tell clearly.
After his physical strength increased, even his escape speed was greatly improved.
Half a day later.
Gu Qing left Yingchuan County.
The second half of Yingchuan County is no longer particularly tragic.
Once you enter Huaining County, it is even more refreshing.
The vast green fields stretch as far as the eye can see.
Children playing and playing, people chatting and drinking, and occasionally a few rays of light of various colors can be seen on the horizon, and they suddenly disappear in the distance.
Compared with Yingchuan County, it is a completely different world.
Gu Qing saw a tea shed from a distance.
He had a thought in his mind.
The figure has landed on the smooth official road.
"The Outer Sect Competition will be held in two months. With my speed at this time, I have plenty of time. There is no need to rush back in a hurry. First, I will get rid of the three-color treasure fan in Chihufang City, Huaining County. , after all, this thing is a fire-type spiritual weapon, if I use it, its power will be reduced by half."
Gu Qing came to the tea shed and asked for a bowl of coarse tea.
There was no room left in the tea shed, and many men and women on the road were squatting on the side of the road, drinking tea and quenching their thirst while talking.
Gu Qing simply leaned against the pillar on the side of the tea shed, holding the tea bowl and drank. The warm tea soup entered his stomach, and seemed to be filled with the smoke of human beings.
The depression in his heart gradually disappeared.
"well……"
Not far behind him, there was a long sigh.
Gu Qing looked sideways.
This was an old man with a dark complexion, rough skin, hunched back, wheezing, and his old body was covered with wrinkles.
This man's life is coming to an end.
If there are no accidents, it will only take a few months.
"Why do I sigh?"
The young tea guest sitting at the table with the old man asked.
The swarthy old man smiled tiredly.
He touched the little baby holding the tea bowl next to his leg and said: "My baby and I walked all the way from Taipinggou. I heard that you Chang Da, a kind man in Qinghe City, is willing to take in refugees like us and came here specially. I came to seek refuge, but I didn’t know..."
Speaking of which.
"I don't know what? Hasn't the great good man ever taken you in?"
The young tea guest interrupted somewhat rudely.
The dark-faced old man noticed something and his expression changed slightly.
He glanced at the young tea guest and the knife on his waist.
"The old man is joking, he is joking!" He said with a cheerful smile, "It's not that Chang Dashan is unwilling to take in our grandfather and grandson. It's because a relative from the Taiping Valley asked someone to send news that the disaster there has passed. Let us, grandfather and grandson, hurry back."
"well!"
Now it was the young tea drinker's turn to sigh.
He raised his eyes to look at the swarthy old man, reached out and touched the head of the doll holding the tea bowl, shook his head and said: "Your doll has thin skin and tender meat, I think it is worth a lot of money. This old man is skinny and bones, and the meat is as thick as pine. He will definitely sell it." No price tag.”
The young tea guest has not finished speaking.
The people in the tea shed had already cheered and fell into a large area.
The swarthy old man and the doll holding the tea bowl also remained silent and fainted on the spot.
"Old Liu, plunder all these people and don't leave a single coin behind. The meat buyers over there are probably coming soon." The young tea guest greeted, but found that there was no movement for a long time.
Wariness arose in his heart.
He pulled out the knife with a clang and turned around suddenly.
The young tea guest's pupils shrank.
He only saw a short-haired young man wearing a fiery red robe and a cold expression leaning in the corner of the tea shed.
But Lao Liu was nowhere to be seen.
"Who are you? Where is Old Liu? This is a deal for Chang Dashan. You'd better consider it carefully!" the young tea guest said sternly.
Gu Qing's cold expression moved slightly.
"Do you think it's Lao Liu?"
He blinked and slowly spread his hands.
The black dust dispersed, and in his palm was a ball of blood-colored flames, an illusory and ferocious human head. In the ball of blood-colored flames, it screamed miserably. The sound was so shrill that the young tea guest felt a chill. The top of his head and his whole body suddenly shook like chaff, and he could no longer hold the knife steadily.
The young tea patron recognized the illusory head as that of Old Liu. He was so frightened that he almost peed. He was so horrified that he knew he had kicked an iron plate.
"What...what is this? You monster! Look at the knife!"
He couldn't bear the feeling of weakness in his legs and feet, and his expression was sharp and his heart was filled with tears.
The words fell.
The young tea patron pretended to chop with a knife, but with his other hand he grabbed the little baby next to him, trying to threaten Gu Qing.
Gu Qing's cold eyes glowed with a hint of red.
An invisible power spread out around him.
The howling wind on the official road actually stopped.
In that instant, the young tea guest was bleeding from all his orifices and collapsed silently, limply on the ground.
The little baby that was picked up by this person was wrapped in a white light, and landed lightly on the ground, lying peacefully next to the dark old man.
"This kind of thing can happen even if you drink a cup of tea."
There was no expression on Gu Qing's face.
He crushed the imaginary human head in his hand, and swayed to the side of the young tea guest. He clasped the back of the man's neck, flicked his sleeves, and a stream of white air covered the bodies of everyone in the tea shed.
This white air is a combination of spiritual energy and water vapor. Under the moistening of this white air, everyone in the tea shed slowly woke up.
Gu Qing then flicked his fingers towards the dark-skinned old man on one side and fired out a cyan light. This cyan light penetrated into the old man's brows, intensifying the old man's vitality like a candle in the wind.
In this way, it is not a big problem for this old man to live for three to five years.
Gu Qing stepped lightly, his figure turned into lightning, and suddenly disappeared away.
…
Above the official road, dust is flying.
A group of big men escorted several prison cars and moved slowly.
The leading man had a fleshy face and a body as strong as a bear. He held a plump and beautiful woman in his arms. The two of them were riding on the same horse. From time to time, the big man let out a few lewd laughs.
The brothers on both sides are all extremely greedy.
"Where did Boss Wang get this beauty? I'm so greedy for it."
"Silence! That person is an honored guest who is not a member of the regular staff."
"What a distinguished guest, in my opinion..."
The leading man heard the discussion behind him and looked back.
He sneered in his heart and yelled: "Brothers, after passing the bend in front, where the meat is taken, cheer up! If something goes wrong, I will chop you alive!"
After yelling, he turned around and was shocked.
A short-haired young man in a red robe stood sideways in the middle of the official road in front of him at some point, glancing coldly sideways.
"court death!"
The leading man shouted with a ferocious smile.
He urged his horse and rushed forward.
A biting wind blew.
The short-haired young man's clothes remained motionless.
He turned his head slowly.
He stretched out his hand and grasped it, and the wind above the official road had stopped, as if he had caught it in his hand. Then he moved his finger like a knife and drew it horizontally across his chest, slashing at the people who were rushing towards him.
A golden ray of light surged out from his fingertips and turned into a thin golden line, passing diagonally past the charging man.
puff!
A group of big men and their horses were all cut into two pieces. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, as if the cut surface of flesh and blood had been solidified by the scorching heat.
The prison car in the distance split into two halves with a rumble, and a tiny crack appeared diagonally across the official road, as if cutting off the earth.
The leading man showed unprecedented fear.
A gurgling sound came from his mouth.
A large amount of blood foam brewed, blocking his throat.
He glanced down.
He happened to see his chest split in half in the middle, and the upper part, along with his head, was sliding off his body.
Bang!
The leading man, including his men and his horse, were thrown hard on the official road, and a pool of blood spread out. The brothers who followed him also followed in his footsteps, and a large amount of blood spread out. It emits an extremely rich and fishy smell of blood.
A group of big men were all killed in the blink of an eye.
The plump and beautiful woman was nowhere to be seen.
Gu Qing, who had killed more than ten people, stood with his hands behind his back without changing his expression.
He spoke calmly, his voice vague and uncertain:
"The female cultivators of Hehuan Dao are so hungry and don't choose what to eat."
