Three days ago.

Jing Qing sat in the tide of yang energy.

The power of the Great Zhou Tian Sword Technique, through the three hundred and sixty-one main points that were penetrated, radiated a sword-shaped light, and behind him, Zhou Tianhua Light was formed.

Huaguang connects the acupoints, corresponding to the arrangement of the stars, absorbing the yang attribute aura gushing out of the spring.

Those yang qi are absorbed by the acupoints, part of it is integrated into spiritual power, and part of it is turned into silky power, wrapping around every bone in the body.

At present, the concentration of yang energy can be said to have reached the limit, and if it goes further, it will turn from virtual to solid, forming low-quality spars.

With so much yang energy in a small world, the pressure is naturally extraordinary.

There is no need for Jing Qing to bother to manipulate the refining, it will be naturally squeezed by external forces and enter the inside of the bones.

In each bone, there seemed to be an extra flame of fire.

Jing Qing only felt that his whole body was hot, his bones were numb, and he was like a hot spring, which was extremely comfortable.

In this half-confused and half-awake state, Jing Qing came to the sea of blood again.

In the rolling blood-colored waves, a giant tree with a pure red body appeared, and a large amount of blood evaporated from the sea, solidified on the branches of the giant tree, and turned into clear fruits the size of cherries.

Sniff it gently, although it is a spirit, but a fishy but not greasy, mellow aroma like wine, still intoxicating.

People can't wait to peel off the bark and roots of this tree, and stuff it all into their stomachs.

It's not a demonic disease, it's an instinct.

On the path of cultivation, survival of the fittest, survival of the fittest, these blood qi are like meat and rice, which are necessary for the human body.

The taste of these blood essences was full of temptation for Jing Qing, who had failed to enter the peak of his refining body.

"Weird, this seems to be the soul of the Blood Eclipse Vine King, it doesn't seem to have only residual spiritual intelligence like other beast souls, but it gives me a feeling of vitality."

Taking a deep breath of blood, Jing Qing hesitated for a while, reason finally defeated greed.

This giant tree is so weird that it makes people feel a sense of crisis.

Just as he was about to turn around and leave, the giant tree that the vine king had transformed suddenly moved.

Millions of blood-colored rattans, overwhelming, were thrown out of the blood waves under his feet, and the sharp ends of the rattans pierced into his body.

The fruit-like essence of blood diffused into a mist, and it flowed down the vines and into his body.

Yang Qi is thick, Qi and blood increase wildly, almost endlessly, and the two complement each other.

One, two, three, the bones are constantly changing.

Time passed little by little, and in an instant, it was three days.

The bones that have been tempered to ten percent exude a jade-like luster, and sections are like blood-colored lines of words, crawling all over the body.

Refining the body.

Phalanges, foot bones, spine, skull, nothing is missing.

"Boom, boom!"

Consciousness exploded, and the soul of the Blood Eclipse Vine King continued to expand, standing up to the sky, and the treetops seemed to pierce the space of the blood sea, entering the depths of the other side of the world that was separated by an unknown number of layers.

At the same time, the overworld in which the flesh is located.

In the distant starry sky, on the seven Big Dipper stars arranged in the shape of a bucket, seven huge king's shadows appeared.

Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Shaking Light, the shadows of the seven kings, opened their empty eyes, looked down at the world under their feet, and the power attached to their eyes swept over the three thousand worlds.

This made those strong monks who crisscrossed the star field couldn't help but be surprised.

"Isn't that the Seven Star Monarchs of the Big Dipper Star Realm in Ancient Times? They died millions of years ago, how could they still appear? ”

"Well, they have returned from the other side of the River Styx."

"No, it's just a remnant of shadows and thoughts, and something related to them should have appeared to inspire them."

"There is this possibility, I don't know who has this opportunity, Xingjun was also a strong man in ancient times."

"If I hadn't met that person, it would have been impossible to live to this day."

Thousands of monks sitting upright on each star, their minds crossed the space, exchanging opinions with each other, guessing the reason for the appearance of the Star Monarch.

Finally, the remaining strength of the Star Monarch seemed to have been exhausted, the shadow slowly closed its eyes, and the Big Dipper shook at the same time, and a trace of starlight fell from afar, rushing towards a corner of the Donglin Mountain Range.

"There is, the Xuan Realm of my Heavenly Gate."

On a star covered with ice and snow, a young man in a high-crowned costume sighed lightly, his mind left his body, and he stepped into the Donglin Mountain Range in an instant.

The starlight was like water, turning into a pillar of light that reached the sky, shrouding Jing Qing's body.

The body is transforming, layer by layer of old skin shattering and cracking like a snake.

The new skin is flawless, and just by looking at it, you can feel an explosive force.

Within the sea of knowledge, the fifth character transformed by the Great Zhou Tian's sword technique began to be unsealed.

This text, with profound meaning, floats in the sea of knowledge, conjuring up countless swordsmanship to reason and mystery, enriching Jingqing's swordsmanship concept.

"Whoosh!"

The sword qi that was extremely weak to the extreme, revealing pores, was as agile as a swimming dragon, circling and dancing, practicing swordsmanship.

Every move and style comes with the power of artistic conception.

In such a state, Jingqing is getting stronger little by little, although not much, but it is obvious.

But soon, the starlight seemed to have been exhausted, the giant trees that reached the sky shattered into slag, and the eruption of Yanghai Spring came to an end.

The pillar of light was about to disappear, and seven broken figures slowly appeared, pouring into the world of the sea of blood, turning into seven stars, faintly forming a formation, turning into starlight and shining on the sea of blood.

Jing Qing's divine soul is between the stars and the array.

The left eye was uncontrollable, and it opened naturally, and his gaze was enveloped in Yanghai Spring.

The next moment, a round transparent bead the size of a little finger, and a vague white light, rushed out of the spring.

His eyes froze, and all of them converged on the white light.

The white light revealed its real body, and it was actually a strange text that seemed to be three-dimensional and three-dimensional, although it was small, but it seemed to depict and write a world.

But at a glance, the soul has a feeling of being blown up.

The bloody eyes flashed, and the strange power subdued the white light and sucked it into the sea of blood.

The star formation, surging layer by layer, gathered around the white light, the powerful star power formed the power of yin and yang out of thin air, and the shadow of the star monarch reappeared, each reaching out to refine the words in the brilliance.

The Ancient Star Monarch was so powerful, even if there was only a trace of a broken shadow left, he still had supernatural powers beyond imagination.

The white light continued to struggle, but it became weaker and weaker, and soon it lost its spirituality, and began to slowly melt, seeping into this space.

The right arm emitted white light, and the words that seeped into the space were actually bit by bit, exactly blending into the bones, but the color became gray.

Through the barrier of flesh and blood, the words began to spontaneously absorb the yang energy around them.

The surging Yang Sea Spring, although it has stopped erupting, the residual yang energy can still burst dozens of Jindan monks.

But for that text pattern, it is also said that these yang energy just brightens it up, like a bottomless pit, and there is no tendency to be full at all.

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