In the body, the sword qi as thin as a gossamer was swimming, and the body was constantly cut and broken by these sword qi from the outside world.

The muscles were cut out of the tiny cracks, the blood vessels were torn apart by the roots, and even the tendons and veins hidden in the depths of the body were brutally broken, and the blood mist also spurted out of the pores.

The accumulation of damage from this kind of appendage bone was far more dangerous and painful than the sword light that almost split the body in two.

"Hehe, I've broken out, I've won."

"Even the sword qi didn't kill me, what are you remnants of the scum derived from the sword qi?"

The heat flow in his left eye did not dissipate, and the burning heat did not make Jing Qing lose his mind, but allowed him to keep a cool head in the extreme madness.

"If you want to kill me, it's good, then I'll devour you."

Untying the cloth bag, Jing Qing raised his head, swallowed a large amount of Mu Sui Dan, and chewed them fiercely.

Although the medicinal power of Mu Sui Dan could no longer bring much change to the monks of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation. But quantity is far more important than quality at some point.

These more than 100 Mu Sui Pills are nothing alone, but when combined, the spiritual power transformed by the medicinal power is surging, scurrying in the lungs and muscles, and even far more powerful than Jingqing's own spiritual power.

The current Jingqing is like a balloon full of gas, but it has been poured with more gas, and it is already luck that it does not explode.

But he was still not satisfied, and grabbed the remaining Mu Sui Dan as if he was looking for death, and put it in his mouth.

Rumble!

The fragile veins couldn't withstand the majestic aura at all, and countless fine cracks appeared on Jing Qing's skin in an instant.

The blood instantly dyed him red, but he did not panic, his eyes were full of perseverance and determination, and he had a fiery persistence.

He wasn't really crazy, he swallowed pills for a month, and in order to improve his cultivation efficiency, Jing Qing had enough knowledge of his own endurance, but he still did it.

This is not real madness, but he has full confidence in his mysterious left eye, and his cool mind and the encounter in the sword formation make him determined to break a thorny life in a desperate situation on the verge of death.

Quantitative change leads to qualitative change.

Mu Suidan's spiritual power rumbled in his body, like a maglev train, with an unstoppable crushing momentum, straight forward, even the small sword qi with a sharp texture had to be defeated in front of this ownerless spiritual power.

"As long as the power in the left eye can still prevent the collapse of the body, then you have a chance."

"Either survive and become stronger, or die."

The spiritual power belonging to Jing Qing was quietly dormant in the dantian, and he watched coldly as the sword qi and the spiritual power of the Mu Sui Dan raged in his body, but he never moved.

He is still waiting, not impatient, calm and indifferent, looking for an opportunity.

Finally, Mu Suidan's spiritual power completely suppressed and wrapped the faint sword qi, and when the sword qi was unwilling to break through the spiritual power, Jing Qing moved.

The unique red light of the fire wood twin spirit roots emerged from the dantian, and the brilliant red rays surrounded the birds, and then, the light of the birds dissipated, but the red rays rose sharply, and its momentum was even worse.

Wood makes a fire!

The brilliant red rays instantly covered the whole body, covering the spiritual power and sword qi in the body, and then desperately extracting and condensing them, so that they could be integrated into the dantian and become part of Jingqing's power.

"Bang bang bang!"

The huge spiritual power is completely beyond the scope of Jing Qing's current ability, and it is not easy to absorb it, but soon, the light of the spiritual root became a little dim, like a candle in the wind, as if it was about to be extinguished.

"No, I'll be able to absorb you."

Jing Qing slowly closed his left eye, and after a while, he opened it suddenly, and the scarlet blood color dimmed.

The incomparable power rushed out from the left eye, penetrated through the lungs, and shot into the spiritual power group formed by the medicinal power of the Mu Sui Pill, twisting and exploding, and exploding the spiritual power group.

The scattered spiritual power and sword qi are even smaller and easier to absorb, Jing Qing clenched his fists, his whole body trembled, and his body surface made a crackling sound, and his dantian was about to reach the limit of accommodation.

Rumble!

In the dantian, the spiritual power suddenly convex and concave, superimposed and entangled with each other, layer after layer, compressed each other, and the brilliance of the spiritual root also poured into the dantian again.

Blood overflowed from the corners of Jing Qing's mouth, and when he raised his head suddenly, there seemed to be a thunderbolt explosion in his blood-red eyes, and the data card attached to the retina quickly changed, and the spiritual power also calmed down, and its quality showed a crystal color.

"The peak of the five layers of qi training, and more importantly, ......"

Jing Qing stood up, his face was ecstatic, ignoring his seriously injured body, pinching his fingers with one hand, and slashing the void in front of him, his fingertips were sharp, stirring up the surrounding phosgene to fluctuate layer by layer.

It was sword qi, a power that only sword cultivation in the foundation building period could use.

It's faint, but it's pure.

He never dreamed that at the time of life and death, such a change would occur in his left eye, and his strength would increase so much.

After all, with sword energy, it can be regarded as a real sword cultivation.

Shaking his head violently, making sure that this was not a dream, Jing Qing was in place, familiar with the sword qi in his body for a while, and then left the forbidden portal.

As soon as I stepped out the door, the vague fog disappeared.

At the foot of the foot, there is a cliff more than ten meters high, and below the cliff, what is displayed in front of Jingqing's eyes is an extremely desolate scene.

It's a huge complex.

The stone buildings are not magnificent, but they are vast, stretching upwards and there is no edge in sight.

Each stone house was built very large, looking rough and natural, but above each house, there was a very striking sword mark. Each sword mark gives people the slightest different feeling, some are as hot as fire, some are as soft as water, and some are as dignified as mountains, full of charm.

The only thing the sword marks have in common is that they are deep and sharp.

At first glance, a sword of the Buddha is cut into the soul, which can be deeply engraved in people's hearts and cannot be erased for a long time.

At first glance, these stone houses look neat and show no signs of dilapidation.

Only after careful observation can we perceive the indelible traces brought by the passage of time.

At the top of most stone houses, there is a round hole, and a mountainside-like stone line rises next to the round hole, which glows with translucent light in the sun, as if it has been squeezed out by someone with great force.

Jing Qing was short of breath, his heart was sad, and the qiē in front of him couldn't help but remind him of the broken roof of the bamboo house, the sunlight splashing on the dry bones, and the description in the jade slip, and a paragraph suddenly popped up in his heart:

Thousands of miles of blood were slaughtered, and all the doors were killed, and there were no chickens and dogs left.

What kind of grudge does it take for a person to kill everyone here without hesitation?