Chapter 62: Five poisons gather and the red sand fills the sky

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Qingyang did not expect that Yun Gushe would suddenly throw him out of the secret realm. At this time, the evil spirit struck. However, Qingyang's current cultivation level was not comparable to that of the past. His skills were running like a scorching sun in the darkness. The ghosts and ghosts that came like a tide were illuminated by the scorching sun and dissipated one after another, letting out shrill screams.

At this time, the intangible cultural heritage was already at the level of a demon general, comparable to a foundation building, and higher than Qingyang's cultivation level. Moreover, under the guidance of Yun Gushe in the secret realm, he gained the skills he learned from the magic sword-forging rhyme. Perfect, now with a solid foundation, he is naturally not afraid of these evil ghosts.

Seeing that it was fine, Qingyang felt relieved. While using his skills to drive away the ghosts and ghosts that came one after another, he thought about what Yun Gu said when she threw him out.

Nowadays, the secret realm of Fushan has disappeared into unknown time and space, and it will not be easy to find it again.

But what do these four sentences mean: "The heaven and earth are boundless. I should be your sect and protect the southern wilderness. God and man can expect it!"

According to the literal meaning, does he want to establish a sect in Wuliang Mountain to protect the human race?

But now he is only in the state of spiritual cultivation. Although he is only one step away from building a foundation, Yun Gushe also said that it may take ten years to take that step.

Moreover, he had killed Xin Zihong of Wuliang Mountain's Sword Lake Palace. The grudge had already been forged, so how could he worship Wuliang Mountain?

You must know that Wuliang Mountain has a long history, although from the mouth of the disciple named Wang, Wuliang Mountain only has one master in the foundation building realm besides Xin Zihong.

But for such a long-established sect, who knows if it has any trump cards?

Qingyang walked out while thinking.

When it came, the mountain was full of Yin and evil energy, and even Qingyang's practice of Shizhigangzhiyang had to be cautious.

But now when I go out, it's like taking a leisurely stroll in the courtyard. When my skills are activated, I automatically isolate myself from the evil spirits around me.

And those ghosts and ghosts had no intelligence, they just rushed up unconsciously, and then turned into smoke one after another. Along the way, Qingyang didn't know how many ghosts and ghosts he killed.

When one person and one beast walked out of the mountain and came to the place where the disciples of Jianhu Palace were hidden, they saw that the three of them were no longer on the ground. They didn't know whether they were eaten by the ferocious beasts, or they woke up and left on their own.

When Qingyang saw this, he didn't care.

Just thinking about whether to go to Wuliang Mountain.

Judging from Yun Gushe's parting words, Wuliang Mountain should be destined to him and related to his own luck, but now he has enmity with Wuliang Mountain, and he doesn't know whether the three people woke up and returned to Wuliang Mountain or were eaten by wild beasts. .

If he returns to Wuliang Mountain, then Wuliang Mountain must already know about his killing of Xin Zihong, and if he goes there, something unexpected may happen.

Although his strength has also greatly increased now, he has been promoted to Demon General, which is comparable to Foundation Establishment. Although he is still in the realm of spiritual cultivation, his combat power is no worse than Foundation Establishment.

But Wuliang Mountain is their home field, and with the large number of people, it should not be underestimated.

He discussed with Fei Yi, but Qingyang was speechless when he said, "I will listen to the master's arrangements!"

There is nothing we can do at the moment, so we have to take one step, count one step, but if it doesn't work, we can only climb Wuliang Mountain.

Just walking, Qingyang suddenly felt something was wrong, and saw many poisonous things crawling towards the same place.

Among these poisons were toads the size of millstones, venomous snakes as thick as bowls, centipedes as thick as arms, scorpions the size of mice, geckos like crocodiles, and other poisons, all crawling towards a canyon.

Qingyang looked around and saw that the ground was densely packed everywhere, but they were all heading towards the canyon in an orderly manner.

Because Qingyang was accompanied by strange beasts like Fat Yi, these poisonous creatures did not dare to approach and avoided them one after another.

"How come there are so many poisonous insects swarming into that canyon?"

Fei Yi asked.

"How do I know? Aren't you also a beast? You don't know how to ask them?"

Qingyang smiled.

"I am an alien beast, don't compare me with those low-level reptiles!"

Fei Yi yelled at Qingyang with his teeth and claws showing.

Qingyang ignored his roar and walked towards the canyon.

With so many poisonous insects flocking to that canyon, there must be something strange about that canyon. Now that his cultivation has greatly improved, he doesn't worry about what he can't handle. Of course he goes to take a look.

When Fei Yi saw Qingyang ignoring it, he was so angry that he swung his tail around and killed countless poisonous insects.

When he arrived at the canyon, Qingyang looked into the canyon and saw a thick black fog shrouding the canyon, with faint screams coming from it.

The canyon was dark and dark, and Qingyang didn't know what was going on in the canyon.

Just listening to the faint screams coming from the valley, Qingyang knew that they were definitely not kind.

Immediately and Fei Yi walked towards the valley, but when they reached the entrance of the valley, they were blocked by two people who were all wrapped in black robes.

"Heimao teaches you to do things, and idle people stop."

The two men in black robes stopped Qingyang and said coldly.

Qingyang looked at the two of them. Now that he was fully rested, he could sense the rising resentment in the two people's bodies. It was obvious that they had killed a lot of people and were not good people. They wanted to leave. However, the screams coming from the valley became more and more shrill. People shudder.

Along with the screams, there was also a sinister laughter.

"I don't know what the method of this Black Demon Cult is, but judging from the thousands of poisonous insects pouring into the valley and the screams coming from the valley, it is obviously not a good person."

Thinking in his mind, Qingyang had a plan in mind.

Fei Yi and Qing Yang had the same mind. The moment Qing Yang made the decision, he suddenly transformed into a giant beast and caught the two men in black robes in his hands with lightning speed.

The two men in black robes were really good at cultivation and were already masters in the innate realm. However, in front of Fei Yi, the demon general, they didn't even have time to make a sound, and were gently squeezed to death by his hands one by one.

Ever since he received Yun Gushe's four parting words, Qingyang had vaguely felt that Wuliang Mountain was related to his luck, but how to gather his luck naturally requires people. Therefore, although he has not yet entered Wuliang Mountain, this The area around Wuliang Mountain has been regarded as home by Qingyang.

What's more, Qingyang has always been jealous of evil. Looking at the situation in the valley, someone must be refining something evil, and it is very likely that they are refining it with humans. This makes him turn a blind eye.

After Fat Yi killed the two people, he walked towards the direction where the screams came from.

However, when a person and an animal walked into the valley, the world suddenly started to spin, their vision went dark, and they no longer knew their direction.

At the same time, waves of foul smell came from his nose.

Qingyang was shocked when he saw this. If he had not known this before, he had consulted Yun Gushe day and night in the secret realm of Fushan. He already knew some common sense about cultivation. Looking at the current situation, it was obvious that he had fallen into someone else's trap. in the formation.

At this time, Qingyang did not panic, and used his skills to dispel the foul smell that entered his nose.

As soon as the stench entered his nose, Qingyang felt a burst of chest tightness. It was highly poisonous at that time, but Qingyang's technique was not afraid of highly toxic poisons.

When the feeling of chest tightness disappeared, Qingyang observed the formation and saw bloody red sand everywhere, as if the red sand had been soaked in blood. It looks extremely evil and infiltrating.

This is the fat man wrapped around Qingyang's arm and said: "Master, I'm afraid this red sand is not a good thing. It looks so evil and should not be contaminated."

Qingyang nodded and started to use the technique to attach a layer of golden aura to the body surface. Once the red sand touched the golden aura, it immediately made a hissing sound, and then white smoke appeared and fell. Fall to the ground.

This golden aura is a self-protection method developed by Qingyang based on the strong and yang characteristics of his own skills. It is most effective against these yin and evil things.

It's just that the red sand is endless, and if he wants to dissolve it all, Qingyang might even exhaust his own magic power.

Therefore, the top priority is to find the center of the formation to break it.

After making up his mind, Qingyang walked in the direction where the screams came from. The red sand around him continued to dissolve along the way. The dissolved red sand paved a white sand road among the red sand in the sky.

But not long after walking, I heard a sinister voice: "Where did you come from? How dare you break into my Red Sand Formation! He just happens to be my flag spirit!"

The sound seemed to come from all directions, followed by a burst of laughter.