Each level of spirit monster has a certain number of natural vitality.
Before practicing, the Qi channels are hidden and need to be stimulated by magic power or resources to grow out bit by bit.
At this moment, Qiu Ping used the power of incense to activate his Qi veins ten times faster than before, and he could generate a Qi pulse in almost a day or two.
He estimated that even if his progress became slower the further he went, he would most likely enter the Ancestral Aperture realm within half a year.
This time is already an exaggeration, because the ancestral aperture is equivalent to about three hundred years of Taoism.
This is equivalent to the level that a spirit with ordinary qualifications needs to practice for three hundred years without consuming any resources.
And the lifespan of most spirits is not that long.
From this, we can also get a glimpse of the cruelty of the spiritual world. Without qualifications and resources, it is very difficult to get promoted.
This is why many spirits want to join the Shinto system. Shinto is almost an iron rice bowl. It not only guarantees harvests during droughts and floods, but also has various hidden benefits. Even if you die, you can continue to hold power as a ghost.
The end of the universe is Kaogong, and it really applies to any world.
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Qiu Ping doesn't really want to travel through time at the moment, because with so many resources, it's the time when his strength is improving by leaps and bounds, and he can't afford to take risks.
What's more, he thought he was no match for the ghost boy.
But sometimes, it's not up to him to choose.
Because after more than two months, the golden "progress bar" behind him was full again.
He did not deliberately accumulate merit, but as a god, combing the water veins every day to bless a place with peace is itself a process of gaining gratitude, but this process is much slower than if he takes the initiative to do good deeds.
When he entered the heaven for the first time, it was passive gratitude that filled his golden thread.
"Uh-huh."
The space around Qiu Ping became sticky. He was already familiar with the process, and he drilled forward and drilled through the space.
A strong feeling of weightlessness came, and he fell from a height again.
As he expected, the place he traveled through this time was Huangquan Terrace.
The last arena battle is not over yet. It is estimated that he will return here every time he travels through time before completely defeating his opponent or being defeated by his opponent.
As soon as he entered Huangquan Terrace, he fell sharply from a height, and below him, a head covered with dirt and a braided head was trying to dig out of the swamp, struggling to drill upwards.
The ghost boy was very depressed. He had been trapped in the mud for more than three months, but the loach seemed to have completely disappeared and remained silent.
This made him more and more impatient, and he warned himself in his heart: The more this time comes, the more calm he must be.
This is an extremely difficult enemy. Even though he is weak, he still needs to use all his strength.
After not sensing traces of the little loach for a long time, Ghost Boy decided to slowly escape from the swamp. On the one hand, being stuck in the mud greatly restricted his combat power. On the other hand, he also wanted to try this method. Lead out the little loach.
After several days of hard work, he finally poked his head out of the swamp and saw the light for the first time in three months.
“It’s so relaxing!”
Looking at the long-lost light outside, Ghost Boy's mood improved a lot. Although he didn't need to breathe, the darkness and dullness that enveloped his whole body was also a torture to him.
"what sound?"
The ghost boy's ears moved, and the sound seemed to come from above, so he raised his head and looked up.
"Have you ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the sky..." Qiu Ping, who was high in the sky, naturally discovered the ghost boy below.
Immediately, he activated the [Eight-Armed Maha Seal Technique], and his whole body expanded in a large circle. Scales exploded like blades, and it seemed as if a devil was roaring deep in his heart.
[Eight-Armed Maha Seal] The first level is greed, anger and obsession!
All the desires of the human heart turn into demons, giving rise to infinite courage.
"What the hell..." Ghost Boy's pupils exploded, watching the shadows in the sky continue to enlarge.
There was only one question in his mind: Who can tell me when this loach ran to high ground?
He wanted to fight back, but now only his head was exposed and his arms were bound by the mud. It was too late to fight back.
"Stab it."
Qiu Ping did not have a head-on confrontation with Guitongzi. The effect of force was mutual. He did not feel that his head was harder than Guitongzi's.
He chose to rub the other person's face with his body and slide down. The fins and scales, which were as sharp as a knife, bloomed at this moment, scratching across the ghost boy's face, leaving deep visible lines on the other person's face. The scratches on the bones made the originally funny face look a little more ferocious.
But the results he created ended there.
The bones on Ghost Boy's face were so hard that they seemed to be made of solid iron. Qiu Ping's fin was chopped on it, and the strong repulsive force made his whole body numb and almost broke the fin.
Drops of blood slid down the ghost boy's face, fell into the swamp, and also fell into the ghost boy's mouth.
The blood dyed his lips red, and the smell of blood bloomed in his mouth. Stimulated by the blood, Ghost Boy went completely crazy!
"Gurgling."
He let out a dull roar, and more and more blood flowed from his body. After a few breaths, the originally bright red blood turned black.
The ghost boy's body shriveled up quickly, resembling a corpse that had been dried for a long time.
"Chichi."
With the ghost boy as the center, the flowing blood seeped into the swamp, making the mud glow with a strong black color, and it was actually corroding the soil.
"poisonous!"
Qiu Ping's body accidentally came into contact with a trace of black energy, and that part of his body immediately rotted away. If he hadn't made a prompt decision and cut off that piece of flesh and blood, it might have spread to his whole body.
"Now I'm having fun, and the ghost boy is completely crazy!" He scratched his head. He had known that the ghost boy would go berserk, but he had just held back some strength.
Yes, Ghost Boy has lost his mind.
After being stimulated, his emotions boiled over completely. Today, he would kill Qiu Ping even if it cost him his foundation and life span.
The ghost blood flowing out of his body has been cultivated by him for decades, and it is also the foundation of his body. Even if Qiu Ping is killed today, his strength will return to its original point, and his life will even be in danger.
Qiu Ping couldn't help but retreat in the swamp. He didn't dare to touch the black blood, otherwise his body would rot.
"This ghost boy is so crazy. He will pollute the swamp with his own blood. In the end, I will be forced into a corner. Either I can return or surrender." Qiu Ping has now grown 167 Qi veins. Very close to the peak of this realm.
But his strength is still far from that of Ghost Boy.
Especially when facing this crazy ghost boy, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
