Gu Qing sank about ninety-four and a half feet into this dark area, and then he noticed some light coming from below.
At this time, the restriction layer connected with the twenty-four weak water restrictions that protected his body was compressed to the point where it was barely able to surround his body due to the huge pressure coming from all directions in this dark area. To such an extent, he looked at the gray forbidden layer close at hand and shook his head slightly.
'It seems that with this restricted layer alone, it is difficult to penetrate this dark area, which is about a hundred feet thick. Gu Qing's sinking stopped immediately. He made a finger in his hand and mobilized the blood spiritual power in his body. He once again used his spiritual consciousness to weave the weak water ban. At the same time, he thought to himself, "This dark area seems to be covering this place." The light curtain of the cave ruins? With such a vast array of light curtains, the cave ruins probably occupy a huge area.
'Longze Lake is only about 1,800 miles in radius. It is really unexpected that there are ruins of such a large cave at the bottom of the lake thousands of feet below. The time for this news to spread should be very short. The monks who came after hearing the news There are already hundreds or even thousands. It is expected that as the news gradually spreads, more monks will arrive soon...
While thinking, Gu Qing had already condensed a weak water ban. He flicked his fingers and hit the weak water ban on the restriction layer in front of him. After an inaudible sound, the newly condensed weak water ban , has been integrated into this gray forbidden layer.
With the integration of this weak water ban, the gray restriction layer suddenly became unstable. However, in an instant, the twenty-four weak water bans burst silently at the same time, and the restriction layer protecting Gu Qing was immediately eliminated. In this dark area, the pressure that was so huge that it could easily tear apart ordinary late-stage Qi-refining practitioners suddenly descended on him, and the cold lake water swallowed his body in an instant.
Feeling the tremendous pressure and the cold lake water swallowing him up, Gu Qing raised his brows.
There was already a slight golden brilliance on his figure. This golden brilliance flowed rapidly on his dark yellow mottled illusory raincoat, taking off all the pressure this put on his body.
At this moment, a huge stream of divine consciousness came to investigate.
In the darkness, Gu Qing felt the huge power of divine consciousness probing in. He narrowed his eyes and calmly emitted the spiritual consciousness.
Gu Qing used his own consciousness to isolate the huge consciousness that was trying to envelop his body within a few feet of his body. At the same time, he raised his eyes and looked to the side, and said through the sound: "This Don’t you know, senior, that it’s taboo to use your spiritual consciousness to probe other monks at will?”
The huge spiritual consciousness and the spiritual consciousness that enveloped Gu Qing's body inside and outside him only made slight contact, and then quickly retreated.
"Ah……"
A deep laugh sounded from the side and in front.
This laughter penetrated the dark area and went straight into Gu Qing's ears. His brows furrowed slightly, then relaxed quickly.
The monk who made the laughter had a much stronger spiritual consciousness than him. He was probably practicing a micro-genuine foundation-building practice, and it was probably not the first level of foundation-building, so there was nothing he could do with this practice.
Even though he believed that even a second-level foundation-building practitioner might not be able to defeat him, it was impossible for him to rush over and fight to the death just because this practitioner was trying to detect him with his spiritual consciousness.
Gu Qing's body, covered by a dark yellow mottled illusory raincoat, was covered with golden brilliance. In this dark area, the Purple Mysterious Sword glowing with purple light at his feet continued to sink downwards.
His mind was tense and he was secretly on guard.
After he sank a few feet again, his eyes were filled with bright light. He glanced left and right and saw that this dark area was like a shell, covering the bright light below.
At this time, he was no more than a few feet away from the light below, but lowering his head slightly, it was still difficult to see clearly the cuffs of the illusory coir raincoat.
Gu Qing quietly gathered a trace of consciousness and looked towards the bright light below. Soon, the situation below appeared in his mind.
There is no longer any lake water below, but is filled with white light. In this white light, there are large layers of thick miasma of various colors.
This large layer of miasma seems to be blown by the strong wind, and is surging and dispersing very quickly. At the same time as it is surging and dispersing, bright silver-white lightning and dark red lightning are surging in this miasma. When gathering and dispersing, they continue to spread vertically and horizontally.
Stab!
A bolt of dark red lightning struck the trace of consciousness beneath Gu Qing's exploration. This trace of consciousness was immediately annihilated. There was also a tingling sensation between his eyebrows, and his expression moved slightly.
His sword continued to sink, and in a thousandth of an instant, he had already covered the distance of several feet. From then on, he emerged from the dark area with a thickness of about a hundred feet and entered the bright light below.
Gu Qing's eyes suddenly brightened.
The scene he detected with his spiritual consciousness was not much different from what he saw with the naked eye, so he was not surprised by the layered miasma of various colors that could not be seen around the edges.
The whistling wind filled my ears, and the dense thunder sounded. The rumble was endless. Two masses of miasma collided in front of me. The next moment, a dark red lightning spread out, like a bloody sword light. In an instant, In the meantime, he had already slashed in front of Gu Qing.
The Purple Mysterious Sword at the feet of Gu Qingyu dodged the dark red lightning. He glanced back and saw the figure of Murong Pei. It is worth mentioning that behind this woman Murong Pei, He also followed the eleventh level of Qi refining cultivation named Zhou.
After Gu Qing dodged the dark red lightning, the first person to bear the brunt was Murong Pei. This woman seemed to be a little lost and had no reaction to the dark red lightning.
This dark red lightning also struck the cyan aura surrounding Murong Pei, and with a piercing sound, it turned into thousands of tiny blood-colored electric rays that dispersed in the cyan aura.
Boom!
The sound of thunder resounded in Murong Pei's ears. Her somewhat dull pupils focused instantly, and the cyan aura that enveloped her figure suddenly condensed, extinguishing the thousands of tiny blood-colored electric rays that had escaped.
Gu Qing glanced around, then his expression moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand to grab the red miasma mass in front of him. A bloody spiritual palm several feet in size, in the next moment, almost grabbed the red miasma. On top of the miasma mass, at this moment, a figure in white clothes in front of him turned around and took a step forward to the side of the red miasma mass, paying no attention to the bloody spiritual power condensed in his palm.
Bang!
Gu Qing's blood-colored spiritual power palm seemed to touch an invisible barrier in front of the white-clothed figure. It was like an ordinary person holding a hard stone, which would be difficult to break no matter what.
Many monks around him noticed the scene here, including Murong Pei and the monk surnamed Zhou. The two looked at each other, and Murong Pei's message rang in Gu Qing's ears: "Fellow Daoist Gu, what's wrong with this miasma? This female cultivator in white is a direct disciple of the Hanhai Tianlan Sect who came to Kurongfang recently. The sweet girl of the sky has a cultivation level of the third level of foundation building. We must not be enemies with her!"
'The third level of foundation building?
Gu Qing's brows furrowed slightly, and the blood-colored spiritual power condensed in his palm disappeared immediately, and he did not respond to Murong Pei's words.
The female cultivator in white didn't seem to care about Gu Qing's actions.
After she ducked in front of the red miasma, she just looked forward with burning eyes, reached forward and grabbed it, and there were invisible forces all around, falling into the red miasma.
Buzz!
Immediately there was a buzzing sound that spread around.
This buzzing sound reminded Gu Qing of the sleeping mutated red-tailed demon bee in the stele space. When it was awake and flying, it vibrated several pairs of wings behind it.
The female cultivator in white pulled back lightly, and pulled out from the red miasma a monster the size of a head with four pairs of translucent golden wings on its back. The monster kept buzzing and roaring, emitting Exuding an astonishing aura, many monks around him suddenly changed their expressions.
"Second-level monster!"
"This... seems to be a second-order monster, the Golden Feather Monster Bee!"
"Well! I have some achievements in controlling beasts. This is indeed the Golden Feather Demon Bee! It's just that
The intensity of the aura of the ordinary Golden Feather Demon Bee is equivalent to that of our monks at the seventh and eighth levels of Qi Refining! Why does this golden-feathered demon bee give me a vague sense of danger? "An old man with black hair and a cultivation level of 12th level of Qi Refining stroked his beard and spoke.
Next to the black-haired old man, a green-haired young man named Xiu Yujian, who was also at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, floated in the air. He frowned slightly and said, "Why is this golden-feathered demon bee hiding here?" In the dark red miasma? Could it be that they want to sneak attack on us? But for us, working together to destroy this golden feather demon bee is only a matter of seconds! Of course, the intelligence of such monsters Not high, but it is possible..."
Just as the cultivators spoke, the female cultivator in white flicked her fingers and fired out a beam of silver lightning, which landed on the body of the golden-feathered demon bee that was pulled out of the red miasma. There was only a stinging sound, and the golden-feathered demon was The bee seemed to be bitten by thunder and lightning, a wisp of green smoke emitted from its body, and it no longer screamed and struggled.
The female cultivator in white waved her hand to put away the golden-feathered demon bee that was no longer struggling. Without looking at the cultivators around her, she stepped in the air and flashed downwards, disappearing in front of the cultivators in an instant. .
Gu Qing watched the female cultivator in white leave. His sword moved several feet to this side. A cloud of gray miasma floated in front of him. He frowned slightly and looked to the side, landing on Murong Pei. The message said: "Fellow Taoist Murong, this place is so vast, how should we explore it?"
Murong Pei also escaped from the gray miasma. Hearing Gu Qing's words, he glanced around a few times, thought for a moment, and sent a message back to Gu Qing, saying: "Let's spread out, don't stay too far apart, and look for What are the opportunities for each? If there are any troubles that are difficult to deal with, or opportunities that are difficult to obtain alone, then spread the word to other fellow Taoists."
"Can."
Gu Qing nodded expressionlessly, and then he flew out towards his left sword, dodging clouds of miasma from time to time. Three hundred feet away, at a place where only a few monks were standing, he took out the purple-gold formation token. , and concentrated on sensing the position of Cui Lian'er's simple formation card.
'It's still down there, but the perception is much clearer. Gu Qing put away the purple-gold formation token.
His eyes glanced around and landed on the silver-white thunder that had just been transformed into the place where the two miasmas intersected. His body swayed and he was already rushing towards the thunder. The dark yellow mottled illusory coir raincoat Above it, the golden brilliance is a bit more intense.
Click!
Gu Qing ran straight into the silver-white thunderbolt, stretched out his palm and grabbed it violently, a huge thunderbolt sound resounded through his ears, the silver-white lightning in his hand scattered, and he grabbed the silver-white lightning bolt. There were no wounds at all on the palm of Zhise Lei.
Feeling a slight numbness, Gu Qing retracted his palm, clenched his fist slightly, and looked at the two intertwined masses of miasma in front of him.
'The power contained in this kind of silver-white thunder is not very strong. It is no different from the thunder in the outside world. If you insist on saying it, it is a little less frightening and powerful, and it is not a threat to me.
Gu Qing walked a few feet forward with his sword, his consciousness focused into the purple miasma in front of him, but he could only see a dark purple color that seemed to be surging. He tried to absorb a trace of this purple miasma with his consciousness, but failed. In the end, it seems that this purple miasma is a whole.
He thought for a moment, then put half of his golden palm into the purple miasma in front of him. Immediately, a stronger numbness appeared in his face than when he was hit by the silver thunder. Exploring part of the palm of this purple miasma.
He took back the palm and looked at it.
Small purple scars were densely covered in this part of his palm. As the golden light flowed on this part of the palm, those small scars healed quickly. Traces of purple aura were forced out from these scars, and he captured them with his spiritual consciousness. There are a few wisps of this purple breath, and I can distinguish it a little bit.
'Um? This thing...
Gu Qing's expression changed slightly.
He discovered that these wisps of purple miasma were actually composed of hundreds of extremely fine nodes of condensed purple qi. These nodes of condensed purple qi were stuck together and had an extremely uniform structure, forming these wisps of purple miasma. This then forms this purple miasma.
'It's actually somewhat similar to the way of prohibition.
Thinking like this, Gu Qing threw a few wisps of purple miasma into the mass of purple miasma with his hand, watching them merge into one, and then turned his gaze to look at the red mass of miasma beside him. In the same way, he also took out a few strands of crimson-colored miasma and carefully examined it with his own spiritual consciousness. Sure enough, the formation of this crimson-colored miasma was exactly the same as that of the purple miasma.
'What does this mean...
Gu Qing stood on the Zi Xuan Sword with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed, and he looked at the two miasma clouds, one red and one purple, that were swept away by the strong wind and gradually drifted away.
