Jiang Qingyu sat cross-legged at the highest point in H City, facing the dark clouds of calamity in the sky, with hidden excitement and excitement in his eyes.
God knows how difficult it is to practice in this continent where spiritual energy is scarce.
For seven hundred years, generations of acquaintances had died, and the bastard had to shout "Meet the ancestors" when he saw him.
From practicing Qi to overcoming tribulations, Jiang Qingyu not only had to fight against the harsh cultivation environment, but also had to use bone-shrinking skills and face-changing skills to change his identity every hundred years.
She can be her own mother, her own daughter, her own granddaughter, and so on.
Seven hundred years have passed, from the iron horse and war in the troubled times to the peace and prosperity of the country and the people in this world.
In Jiang Qingyu's eyes, it just seemed like yesterday.
In order to adapt to the times, she could only immerse herself in knowledge.
Her former teachers and old men all said she was a genius, but she knew it in her heart. She just took advantage of living a long life, seeing more, and learning more, that's all.
Jiang Qingyu looked down at the entire city H. The city, which was originally bustling with lights and lights, had fallen into darkness.
There should not be immortals in this world, but she went against the will of heaven.
Thunder light faintly shined through the calamity cloud, and spiritual energy from thousands of miles around was attracted, forming a small spiritual energy vortex, rioting in the air. The wind hissed in the ears, like a whisper, and the corners of the Taoist robes without complicated patterns were flying in the air, and the cuffs were flying in the air. Filled with biting wind.
The thunder rumbles, the time is ripe.
The spiritual energy stored in his body was used to the extreme at this moment. Jiang Qingyu stood up and summoned the sword Jinglan that had been with him for many years from the sword palace, pointing the sword at the sky!
At this moment, everything was silent.
A thunderbolt as thick as a thumb struck at Jiang Qingyu like a silver snake. Her expression remained unchanged, she held a sword flower in her backhand, flew forward, and swung her sword towards the thunder!
"Jinglan! Break it for me!"
Thunder rolls from the sky, and the power of the sky is mighty.
The clear female voice was buried by the thunder, and she faced the difficulty and went straight forward. Wherever the sword light and thunder light touched, everything was pure white, nine sword energies, nine thunder tribulations.
Jiang Qingyu's Taoist robe was black and had been split into rags, barely covering the key parts. His nose was filled with a burning smell, his head felt cold, his black hair was taken away by the thunder, and even his eyebrows were gone. Can stay.
The remaining thunder and lightning in the body made people's meridians numb, and the hand holding the Jinglan Sword was still trembling slightly.
Jiang Qingyu closed her eyes and felt the surging spiritual power in her body. In her dantian, there was a small mist-white person, exuding warmth, leading to all her limbs.
That's a wonderful new realm.
Is this ascension?
It’s true that his cultivation has improved to a higher level, but why does this world remain the same...
Well? look familiar?
After all this hard work, aren’t we still in City H? ? ? ?
While Jiang Qingyu was still confused, Jinglan suddenly began to buzz and tremble in his hand.
In the sky, the calamity clouds that should have dispersed began to reunite again, seemingly even more powerful than before.
At this moment, Jinglan took advantage of Jiang Qing's daze to burst out a burst of sword energy, leading her to excitedly face the thick-armed calamity thunder!
The joy on Jiang Qingyu's face gradually turned into horror.
"What am I doing?!"
There was lightning and thunder, and she seemed to see the old man who had passed away on a crane, and the Jinglan in his hand was still sprinting towards the robbery without looking back!
The hilt of the sword seemed to have a layer of glue on it.
Can't get rid of it, can't get rid of it at all.
The biting wind slapped her face coldly.
Jiang Qingyu has changed from panic to calm. The wind is messy, and something seems to flash in the corner of his eyes.
Oh, it turned out to be my worthless tears.
I'm like my sword, my sword, like a dog!
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Cold...so cold...
Jiang Qingyu was half-conscious, thinking that he might have reached the underworld, otherwise why would he not be able to use his spiritual power to withstand the severe cold.
I hope the ghost chap who comes to pick me up later can look better, so that I can calm down the regret of being struck to death by lightning.
Jiang Qingyu slowly cheered up. After his mind was buzzing, he slowly opened his eyes and took a look around.
Ouch~!
Not to mention, this underworld is really unique. Even the snow in winter has been taken into consideration. The snow scene is decorated as if it is real!
Try to stand up and see if a dead person is really like Piao, able to escape through walls and escape?
In fact, some monks who practice Qimen Dunjia can do these little tricks, but few people study them. Jiang Qingyu doesn't know how to do them anyway.
As soon as I raised my upper body, a sharp pain hit me. It felt so sour!
Jiang Qingyu felt the beating of her heart in her chest. The snow under her body was dyed red. Her lower body was in severe pain from the knees down, and her calves were in severe pain.
The wound was simply covered with herbal residue and torn from the ankle to the calf. The exposed white bones could be faintly seen, and blood was still leaking out. The body was rapidly losing temperature. It did not seem to be bleeding to death. It just hurts to death from broken bones.
She is alive, but not completely alive
It's just that, well...these little arms and legs...
"I traveled through time?!!!"
After reading so many novels about time travel and rebirth, Jiang Qingyu is still a little confused. This kind of thing will happen to her one day!
Jiang Qingyu seriously doubted that the authors who wrote about time travel and rebirth were most likely time travelers. The imaginative literature was obviously a realist style!
Jiang Qingyu thought so, but her eyes were observing the surrounding environment.
Everywhere you look is gleaming white.
But if you look closely, there are many spiritual plants under the white snow, and they are all spiritual plants that are not found in modern times in the old man's notes.
The only ones she has seen are the iceberg flowers that are rare to see in hundreds of years on the Arctic glaciers, but there are several of them here. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are growing in patches, and they should be no less than a hundred years old.
After all, in Jiang Qingyu's knowledge, there is another expensive and rare profession: alchemist.
Jiang Qingyu once studied medicine. Although he could not make elixirs, he could make pills, such as hemostasis pills, Qi-boosting pills, Qingxin pills, etc.
She slowly discovered the medicinal properties of spiritual plants by herself. The source of inspiration was the emperor who tried to refine the elixir of immortality in troubled times.
While traveling, Jiang Qingyu happened to pass by the palace and happened to see a Taoist priest pounding a bunch of medicinal herbs into juice, mixing them together, quenching, extracting and drying them into medicinal powder, and finally rolled them into pills the size of cow's eyes and presented them to the sick emperor. , Although he cannot live forever, the emperor's body and bones are indeed getting stronger day by day.
The green scum applied on the calf could no longer be identified as any kind of medicine. It was probably to stop bleeding. The medicinal properties were average and it didn’t stop the pain.
With sharp eyes, Jiang Qing pulled out a two-sided acupuncture plant from the snow, also known as a two-sided acupuncture plant that could numb and relieve pain. This was the only one close to him. It was not a spiritual plant and was a little poisonous.
Compared to the pain, this bit of poison is almost negligible.
Use the nearby stone to smash it and apply it on the wound. The wound is too big and the medicine is not enough.
This leg is probably going to be useless. The kneecap is so broken that it can't even be glued together.
Jiang Qingyu closed her eyes and collapsed weakly in the blood and snow. Her face was pale, and the air she inhaled was less than the air she exhaled. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall in her chest.
Good news, Tiandao's father has knocked him into the world of cultivation. Bad news, he is about to die again.
She still has a lot of delicious food to eat and a lot of scenery to see. The most important thing is that she has not yet cultivated to become an immortal. She has not had time to explore this new world.
She doesn't want to die.
I forced myself to open my eyelids and found that the effect of this double-sided needle was much better than I imagined. Although it could not relieve the pain immediately, I could barely crawl on the ground.
However, fate always plays tricks on people. Before the old problems are solved, new crises come one after another.
So, the one not far away from me, Brother Wolf, where are you from?
From the current perspective, there are two pieces of news, one good and one bad.
The good news is that wolves are social animals. She only met one, and it seemed that this one was more selfish and wanted to eat alone.
The bad news is, she's now a cripple.
This is really a sin.
The snow wolves in the world of cultivation are indeed not comparable to the modern group of hyenas.
This one obviously blends very well in this area. Its fur is smooth, coiled and shiny, and its white hair almost blends in with the surrounding snow. If it weren't for its dark eyes, which are like ink jade, it contrasts with the surroundings.
The weaker you are, the easier it is to ignore the hidden dangers. Now you are just a mortal body. Fortunately, Jiang Qingyu likes to eat fried lotus root slices, so he is more cautious.
That wolf brother may have opened up his spiritual intelligence, he looked very much like the neighbor's demolition boy, his eyes were full of wisdom.
Seeing that his "flawless" disguise was seen through by a mortal little girl, his eyes were more or less filled with embarrassment and anger, and his every move was no different from that of a child.
He opened his abyss-like mouth at Jiang Qingyu, and his saliva hung in a thread of saliva. His two fangs glowed fiercely, and he wanted to tear the person's bones straight into his belly!
My life may be at an end! !
He farted as soon as he traveled through time and died in the belly of a wolf. Jiang Qingyu couldn't do such a shameful thing!
Even if you are going to die, you have to struggle twice and then die gracefully!
I looked back and saw that it was great. Except for two trees, it was just a cliff.
Well, since ancient times, heroes have jumped off cliffs when they have no way out, but Father Tiandao actually thought of this!
Gritting his teeth and dragging his right leg, he climbed two steps, moved under two trees, and touched two places on his body where things might be hidden, but found nothing. The Jinglan Sword was placed in the Jian Mansion, and it could not be taken out without spiritual power.
Jiang Qingyu suddenly figured it out, maybe he was going crazy, and shouted at Bai Lang!
"Brother Wolf! Actually, I don't have any meat. Why don't you take me back and fatten me up?"
"Ouch~?" Bai Lang stopped and tilted his head, as if he was thinking about Jiang Qingyu's words.
But from its intelligent eyes, it was obvious that its brain was about to have a short-circuit.
Jiang Qing Yudun felt helpless and looked at the white wolf who had nothing but good looks and looked like a 250-year-old.
It ran towards him resolutely again, and resolutely chose his little fragile snack. Jiang Qingyu showed a calm and serene smile.
What a mess...
Jiang Qingyu looked in the direction of the white wolf and slowly closed his eyes. In a trance, he seemed to see a sword light, then completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.
