In the refining room. Yi Qusheng used his spiritual consciousness to explore the inside of the furnace and sensed that Zhang Qing was still meditating with his eyes closed. He was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he suddenly felt the breath of another spiritual consciousness. He tightened his breath before he could let it go.
The other party's consciousness even greeted him without concealment, which frightened him greatly.
Ruan Ruibai saw Yi Qusheng's face turning pale again and asked him what was wrong.
Wouldn't Zhang Qing have been turned into a pool of blood? !
As soon as this thought flashed through Ruan Ruibai's mind, his face turned pale.
Yi Qusheng came back to his senses and shook his head, "Qingqing is fine, but..." He gritted his teeth, raised his hand to hold Ruan Ruibai's shoulders, and said in a trembling voice: "Junior brother, you are ready to escape at any time, we are not the only ones in this room. Three.”
Ruan Ruibai was frightened, and the wind and snow in the house stopped for a moment.
"What are you afraid of? I didn't do anything to you two." The man in black suddenly appeared behind the two of them like a ghost.
Yi Qusheng's hair stood on end instantly and his fingers moved slightly. The next second, he felt a heavy pressure that pushed him to the ground!
"Well!"
horrible! Who is this person? !
Yi Qusheng lay completely on the ground. The man deliberately controlled the pressure and crushed all the joints of his body. His wrists, elbows, knees, ankles, and even every inch of his spine seemed to be struck by a green tong furnace. Press. He vaguely heard the sound of his bones dislocating.
"Pfft..." Yi Qusheng spit out a mouthful of blood. The internal organs were also squeezed.
"Senior brother..." Ruan Ruibai spoke with difficulty. His condition was much better than that of Yi Qusheng. He was not pressed down, he just knelt down on one knee with his sword in hand. But he didn't think it was because he was stronger as a swordsman that he didn't lie down, but that the man deliberately restrained himself.
Ruan Ruibai raised his head despite the pressure to see what the man in black in front of him looked like.
A low voice sounded in Ruan Ruibai's ears like the whisper of death, "Who allowed you to look up at me?"
Ruan Ruibai instantly felt his head being pushed down hard by a force. He held his head up to prevent it from breaking, but he still felt a dull pain in his neck.
The two senior brothers had no chance to escape at all!
But why is the pressure on himself lighter than that on Yi Qusheng?
Yi Qusheng also noticed that Ruan Ruibai was kneeling while he was lying on his stomach. The pressure this man put on him must be heavier, otherwise there would be no reason why he would be more embarrassed than Ruan Ruibai during his Qi training period even after building his foundation.
Yi Qu gritted his teeth, his eyes darkened.
This man is targeting himself.
but why?
After bullying the two children, the man's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly in pleasure, and he walked casually to the edge of the Qingtong stove surrounded by black fire. His relaxed appearance seemed to be in a different world from the two people on the ground.
Boom.
He knocked on the Qingtong furnace casually, "You have half an hour to refine the excess spiritual energy in your body, otherwise I will crush your two senior brothers into meat patties and slaughter this small mountain gate clean."
He was able to practice so slowly with the help of his black flames, probably because of lack of motivation.
As soon as he finished speaking, dense purple arcs appeared on the surface of the Qingtong stove, and the purple thunder at the vent suddenly became as thick as the mouth of a bowl, causing cracks in the stove.
Sizzling...
"Oh? Angry." The man raised his eyebrows, with some surprise in his eyes.
Zi Lei, a thing that can't even make a sound when farting, can actually sizzle like this. It seems that this girl is angry.
But this way, her refining would probably be several times faster.
Inside the bronze furnace.
Zhang Qing's condition was not much better. The purple thunder around her was rampant, filling the entire furnace, and her whole body was drowned in the violent purple thunder. Although Zi Lei did no harm to herself, she still felt suffocated.
In contrast to the overflowing purple thunder in the furnace, her Dantian was almost empty at the moment, with only a few small purple thunders still hovering inside. Once she collected the fresh spiritual power after vomiting into her Dantian, a small snake immediately appeared. The thick purple thunder rushed out of the body and filled the Qingtong furnace.
The purpose of leaving a few tiny purple thunders was not to dry up his Dantian.
Zhang Qing now plans to use purple thunder to break the Qingtong furnace, rush out and punch the man!
The man's words just fell in Zhang Qing's mind, like a bomb, causing Zhang Qing to suddenly recall her nightmare.
Since arriving at Tianmen Mountain, she has had that nightmare every night.
Sitting on the ruins, holding the head of an unknown person, the huge sadness enveloped her, making her almost suffocate in her sleep, and her mood collapsed.
As time went by, the dream became clearer and clearer, making it difficult for her to distinguish the true from the false. The head in her arms became more and more real, and she could even move her fingers in her dream to feel out the facial features.
It was a face she was familiar with. She didn't dare to look down or read the name.
The blood-stained sky and cold wind seemed to be really reflected in her eyes and scraped against her skin.
The sadness and coldness are so real.
It was as if she had experienced it firsthand.
The spiritual energy stored in the limbs and bones was drying up rapidly, flowing into the Dantian continuously, and was drawn out by Zhang Qing the moment it turned into purple thunder. The flow of spiritual energy accelerated the blood flow, and Zhang Qing felt pain in his heart. He opened his mouth wide and breathed in the hot air in the furnace.
With every breath she took, she felt her blood flowing a little faster, as if it were boiling, with spiritual power flowing rapidly through her body. When she encountered a stagnation, she would forcefully break away. There were several places like this. The blood vessels burst and hot bulges formed under her skin.
Uncomfortable!
Zhang Qing opened his eyes irritably, and arcs of electricity kept jumping on the skin at the corners of his eyes. She condensed a sharp spiritual energy and opened the bulge to draw blood, and she suddenly felt much relieved.
The purple thunder that was supposed to be raging on the inner wall of the furnace suddenly split off and blocked the wound to stop the bleeding. It turned into a part of flesh and blood and welded her broken blood vessels.
The flesh and blood transformed by Zi Lei seemed to be tougher than before.
This surprised Zhang Qing.
Although she was the one who controlled Purple Thunder, she didn't know that Purple Thunder had such effect.
In fact, she didn't have Zi Lei's training techniques in her mind, she just used and stored them based on her feelings.
It's as if he was born knowing how to play this thing.
A month ago, at the moment after the marrow cleansing, Zi Lei was born. At that time, there was only a thin line, flowing and jumping on her skin as intimately as a kitten or a puppy meeting its owner, waiting for her to collect it in her dantian.
She was sitting on the bed dirty and didn't know what to do.
So he grabbed the electric arc and stuffed it into his mouth, and then put it into his body.
She thought the same was true for Ruan Ruibai, who also had a mutated spiritual root, but his ice and snow were not as spiritual as Zi Lei. Her Zi Lei was closer to Yi Qusheng's strange fire to a certain extent.
The only difference is that Yi Qusheng's fire was given by her elders, and her purple thunder came with her own.
Seeing this, Zhang Qinghao cut open all the bulges without hesitation, letting Zi Lei penetrate into the wounds.
Since she absorbed part of the purple thunder, the restlessness in the furnace calmed down a bit, and from the outside it looked as if the people inside were dying.
Yi Qusheng was heartbroken when he saw blood flowing from the vent of the stove.
His consciousness was also suppressed by the man in black. Even if he wanted to extend his consciousness to see Zhang Qing's condition inside the furnace, he couldn't.
