Gu Qingjing listened to what this old-looking Xiu said.
There was no fluctuation in his expression. Just when the three-color spiritual light covering his body was about to burst, a faint gray light slowly emerged and condensed at the tip of the finger he pointed out.
A very special wave, centered on the tip of the finger Gu Qing pointed out, spread out in all directions. In an instant, it spread to an unknown number of feet in the surrounding area. Within this range, all the seven-color precious lights were scattered. It was dyed with a little gray, and the sea-like black soul surrounding Gu Qing also quietly gained a hint of gray luster.
The old-looking cultivator whose spiritual consciousness was condensed into the fifty thousand soul flags did not sense that Gu Qing was about to use his magical power, but he still instinctively sensed something strange.
'hiss! what happened……
'What kind of methods is this person using? !
This old-looking Xiu couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.
He didn't know where the source of his heaviness lay.
Looking at the situation in front of him, it was clear that he had a winning chance and could immediately strangle this minor cultivator of the first level of Foundation Establishment, who had excellent cultivation techniques, but why did he feel heavy in his heart? This is really weird.
With this thought in mind, the old cultivator no longer had the slightest energy to spare, and immersed all his mind in strangling Gu Qing. His consciousness tried hard to stir up the sea-like black soul in the soul flag, trying to kill Gu Qing. The last three colors of spiritual light were extinguished, causing the sea-like black soul to eat up Gu Qing's flesh, bones, meridians, his spiritual power, and the Taoist foundation he had forged.
In this moment together.
The finger that Gu Qing pointed out had illusory gray knuckles at the end of the finger, which were condensed. His magical power was almost activated before the three-color aura around him was shattered.
At this time, a Buddha's chant sounded.
"Amitabha."
This chant of the Buddha carries a hint of childishness that has not faded away, as if it comes from the mouth of a young novice monk. However, the looming gray knuckles condensed on Gu Qing's fingertips have the potential to disappear after a slight pause.
Buzz!
The sea-like black souls surrounding Gu Qing also made a buzzing sound at the moment when the Buddha's chant sounded, and then surged extremely violently. An unknown number of dark souls within them expanded their bodies one after another. The terrifying mouth let out bursts of miserable howls.
The overwhelming black souls in front of Gu Qing's eyes flowed in front of him like water, gathered into the mid-air beside him, and condensed into the small black flag held by the old-looking Xiu.
This old-looking cultivator had an indescribable gloominess on his face, and a trace of cold sweat slipped quietly from his forehead. His eyes were fixed on the short figure beside him who had appeared at an unknown time.
"I wonder why Master Huaiming came here?"
He asked in a low voice, Cui this short figure.
Gu Qing broke away from this old-looking cultivator, and the soul flag he offered was surrounded by a sea of gray souls. He no longer continued to use Guixu Finger, but turned his hand and moved lightly to one side.
The five falling spiritual weapon sword embryos scattered around turned into five dim streams of light and headed straight for Gu Qing's direction.
Although the Buddha's name he just said made the gray knuckles of his Guixu Finger pause for a moment, it didn't really stop him from using Guixu Finger. The reason why he gave up using this magical power was because he didn't know when it would appear. There is a short figure on the side of this old-looking man.
Next to this old cultivator is a bald little novice who is no taller than an ordinary person's chest, has bright eyes, white teeth, and a delicate face. He is wearing a light yellow monk's robe and has half of his smooth shoulders.
This little novice monk stood in the air, with one hand raised in front of him, with a compassionate look on his face, and placed one hand on the shoulder of the old-looking Xiu, which also caused the old-looking Xiu to break into a cold sweat.
'The bald head of the Great Jade Dragon Xuanzong is so terrifying!
"He came to me silently. Just now, I was focused on dealing with this little cultivator of the first level of Foundation Establishment. If the bald head of the Great Jade Dragon Xuanzong really wanted to do harm to me, and took advantage of that moment to take action, I'm afraid that at this moment Already dead
!
This old-looking Xiu was filled with fear.
However, although this old-looking cultivator was very frightened at the moment, he noticed that Gu Qing wanted to take back the five spiritual weapon sword embryos, but with a thought in his mind, his consciousness was wrapped around the five spiritual weapon sword embryos. He already understood the situation. Knowing that there was the bald head of the Great Jade Dragon Xuanzong who had come to help the first-level foundation-building minor cultivator for some reason, he probably could no longer take action against the first-level foundation-building minor cultivator.
In this case, he naturally wants to take advantage of it as much as possible.
The young novice monk did not squint, looked at his nose and heart, took back the palms covering the shoulders of the old man, and clasped his hands together.
Then, the old-looking cultivator who followed the rules of slow death bowed slightly and responded calmly: "The young monk came to look for Fellow Daoist Gong. It happened that there was a conflict between Fellow Daoist Gong and this fellow Taoist, so he took action."
This old-looking Xiu had a slightly twitching mouth.
'The madman of the Great Jade Dragon Xuanzong never makes sense in his actions. Although this bald man's cultivation is only at the second level of foundation building, his strength is not much weaker than mine...
Think about it this way.
His gloomy gaze was removed from the little novice's face.
"Master Huaiming saved you today. I will spare your life. Please give these five spiritual weapons to me as an apology." This old-looking cultivator spoke to Gu Qing with his spiritual consciousness.
As he spoke, he wrapped Gu Qing's five-handed spiritual weapon sword embryo with a gentleman, swayed, and shot Gong Ming, who was wrapped in white aura behind him, into the seven-color treasure light in the distance.
He could only escape dozens of them, but his figure was stunned.
He noticed that the five-handed spiritual sword embryo wrapped in his own consciousness suddenly stopped moving when it passed by the first-level foundation-building cultivator, and fell into the hands of the first-level foundation-building cultivator.
The old-looking Xiu turned his head slightly.
He stared at Gu Qing with cold eyes.
'The soul power of this minor cultivator at the first level of foundation building is also so powerful? He is actually no longer as weak as me! No wonder he was able to withstand my secret technique... With such spiritual power, coupled with this pretty impressive technique, this minor cultivator at the first level of foundation building should not be underestimated!
A look of solemnity flashed across his eyes. The old-looking cultivator glanced at the young novice monk who was walking towards Gu Qing through the air.
He squinted his eyes and took Gong Ming, who was shrouded in white aura behind him, into the seven-color treasure light in front of him.
Gu Qing didn't pay any attention to this old-looking cultivator leaving with Gong Ming. The strength displayed by this old-looking cultivator didn't deserve his too much attention.
In conclusion.
This old-looking third-level foundation-building cultivator, except for the soul flag with an unknown number of remaining souls, which allows him to use his trump card, other means, even to force out all his five elements of spiritual power, are difficult to do. With such strength, how could he get so much attention?
At this moment, most of Gu Qing's attention was focused on the little novice monk in front of him. This little novice gave him a much stronger feeling than the old-looking cultivator, so he had to be cautious.
"Brother Taoist, the young monk is polite."
The little novice monk walked in the air until he was about ten feet in front of Gu Qing, stopped, and then bowed with a kind smile on his face.
Gu Qing nodded slightly but did not respond immediately.
He stared at the young novice monk for a few seconds before slowly speaking: "I wonder why Master Huaiming wants to help someone?"
Hearing this, the young novice shook his head.
"No!"
"The young monk is rescuing fellow Taoist Gong, please don't misunderstand me."
He said seriously, his delicate little face was full of seriousness, and his tone was extremely determined, which made Gu Qing's expression move slightly.
'It seems that this little bald man can really detect my hidden gesture of Guixu just now! A glimmer of light flashed in Gu Qing's eyes.
Gu Qing took a deep look at the young novice monk.
He flew downwards and came to Lin Tingxue and Guo Xuanting who had fallen to the ground. Both of them were
Some injuries were probably caused by the aftermath of the fight that had just happened to the old cultivator. Fortunately, both of them were not seriously injured. Lin Tingxue only had two more blood marks on his arms, while Guo Xuanting only had two more blood marks on his arms. There are two more holes in the chest.
"senior."
"senior……"
Lin Tingxue and Guo Xuanting originally collapsed on the ground. Compared with the injuries on their bodies, which were not serious, after the aura left by Gu Qing around them was scattered, they were left in the Treasure Cave. , the rapid loss of spiritual power in their bodies made them even more uncomfortable.
Seeing Gu Qing flying over, the two of them stood up one after another, clasped their fists and spoke to Gu Qing. Lin Tingxue did not show any familiarity, she just clasped her fists and spoke to Gu Qing sternly.
Gu Qing nodded.
With a thought in his mind, the cyan light at his fingertips condensed and turned into several rejuvenation techniques, hitting the wounds of Lin Tingxue and Guo Xuanting.
The rejuvenation technique that Gu Qing condensed with the pure spiritual power of the wood attribute of the foundation-building monks has the magical power to turn decay into magic. Although it cannot be compared with the healing elixir above, it allowed the two people's exposed wounds to heal. It is not difficult to stop the two people from escaping Qi and blood.
After performing several rejuvenation spells, Gu Qing enveloped the two of them with his own three-color aura and looked at Zhao Xuantian who was standing aside.
Zhao Xuantian's pupils were slightly dilated, his mouth was wide open, his expression was sluggish, all his breath was gone, and his vitality was gone. There were more than a dozen transparent holes, large and small, on his body, two of which were located in the Dantian. At the Qi Sea, a hollow was located in the middle of his eyebrows.
Dark red blood flowed out.
It turned into a pool of blood and held Zhao Xuantian on it.
"This person is really unlucky."
"My body was pierced by more than a dozen sword rays at the same time."
Gu Qing shook his head and sighed secretly.
This Zhao Xuantian of the Yulin Sect had his limbs cut off by Gu Qing first, and survived being treated as cannon fodder by Gu Qing and passing through the colorful barrier. He finally survived to this day, but was pierced by more than a dozen white sword lights from the old-looking cultivator. The body shape, already dead, cannot die again, it can be described as extremely miserable.
At this time, the little novice's voice sounded:
"Brother Taoist, this person should have been deliberately killed by fellow Taoist Gong. In my opinion, fellow Taoist Gong should have regarded this person as someone close to brother Taoist, so that's why he did this."
