In the sea of blood, the sword qi is rampant.

Hundreds of spirit beasts and beast souls stood on the blood-colored waves, besieging Jingqing.

The sword light was ethereal, and the silver-white sword intent of the slash was slashed out like a torrential rain, indestructible, and nothing could stop it.

The spirit beast beast soul that came up from the siege was swept into the sword intent, and it was crushed in an instant, leaving only a trace of pure soul power, which was integrated into the Jingqing divine soul.

"One thousand one hundred and forty-three."

The long sword blurred by the sword intent silently pierced the head of a rhinoceros armored beast.

Jing Qing stepped on the melted soul corpses all over the ground, and punched out in the air.

The dragon groaned, and the dragon's fist intent transformed into a demon dragon that looked up to the sky and roared, dancing wildly in the void.

The domineering demon dragon picked up a spirit beast soul and chewed it into pieces, and in an instant, the awe-inspiring power forced all the spirit beasts back.

"Meaning out of the sword."

The silver-white sword light was unsheathed again.

With a swing of the sword, the vast swordsmanship intent gathered, turned into substance, and broke through the space of the sea of blood, which was fierce and fast, and it was almost to the extreme.

"Zheng Zheng Zheng."

There were four soft sounds in succession, and in front of Jing Qing, three huge spirit beast beast souls, like broken dolls, were thrown in the air.

The vital points of the body were all pierced by the sword intent sword light, and it was impossible to survive at all.

"One thousand one hundred and forty-four, thirty-one remaining."

The sword intent sprouted, and the aura was shining.

Jing Qing held a sword in one hand and a fist in the other, picking his eyes and looking at the spirit beasts and beasts that surrounded him, his eyes were full of banter and faint excitement.

"Die."

In an instant, the artistic conception of sharpness and incomparable was spreading.

It enveloped the space within a radius of 100 meters, enveloping all the spirit beasts and beast souls in it.

The body soared into the air and rushed into the herd of beasts, the brilliant silver sword intent, the brilliance shining, like a star.

In the flash of light, two of the wolf beasts side by side had already been split in half.

Wherever the sword passed, the spirit beast beast soul had no power to fight back, and they suffered heavy losses one after another.

A moment later, the last thirty-one spirit beast souls in the sea of blood had been completely killed by Jing Qing and disappeared into heaven and earth.

"Whew, it's over, I didn't expect that in the back mountain, so many beast souls were absorbed."

"Come to think of it, most of them were killed by other monks or spirit beasts, and before they dissipated, they were recovered by their left eye, and they were really killed by me, but only one-tenth."

Dispersed the sword intent, the demon dragon also writhed and disappeared, and Jing Qing's heart was tired.

For a long time, the high intensity maintains the two strong artistic conceptions.

Even if the soul is strong, more than twice that of ordinary people, it is also a great burden.

However, more than a thousand spirit beast beast souls have pushed Jing Qing's divine soul power to the current peak, which is about five times that of ordinary people.

Perception and wisdom are once again enhanced.

It is extremely helpful to comprehend the artistic conception, comprehend the sword technique, integrate the artistic conception of Longwei and the sword intent of slashing, and even break through the bottleneck of cultivation.

Consciousness is out of the sea of blood and back to reality.

Jing Qing poured a few drops of iced mint juice into his mouth, feeling a little more comfortable.

did not rest, but took advantage of the moonlight to come to the courtyard, took off the wide spiritual robe on his body, and jumped into the spiritual spring.

"If you practice when you are tired, as long as you get through the initial faintness, you will be able to recover quickly, and your will will be honed at the same time, becoming more tenacious and tenacious."

"Besides, the tiger bone spirit wine in this spring, after a night of precipitation, is the time when the medicinal effect is the best, plus the sky will be bright, and the first wisp of diffused aura when yin and yang meet, will help me, the qi and blood are purer, and the refining effect is better."

Holding back the dizziness of his mind, Jing Qing's muscles and bones shook, and the pores around his body were stretched, absorbing the medicinal power of the spring water.

The body is hot, boiling and burning, and spontaneously fights the magic dragon to turn the sky into the boxing, and practice the body's boxing moves.

This time, Jing Qing focused on exercising those places that he had neglected.

The toe bones, the vertebrae, and even the cartilage in the joints are not spared.

These areas are either very important and fragile, or they are too small to be forgotten.

But when it comes to really fighting against people, flaws are often from small points, enlarged by others, and finally fatal.

Jing Qing didn't want to die because of these small reasons, so he spent his heart and a lot of money to buy tiger bone spirit wine and practice his body.

A jar of tiger bone spirit wine is made from the bone marrow of a fifth-order overlord tiger and the sap of the spiritual planting golden tung tree, which is worth 8,000 spars.

Two jars, that is, sixteen thousand, have a price, but there is no market.

If Jing Qing hadn't entered the foundation building period, even if there were enough spars, the shops opened by the sect would not have sold them to him.

With the help of medicinal power, the boxing moves gradually progress, from slow to fast, from shallow to deep.

Every inch of skin, every inch of muscle, every inch of bones is squeezing and hitting each other.

The scorching qi and blood transformed by the spirit wine also slowly merged into the twenty-six vertebrae.

There is no omission, no matter how painful and boring, Jingqing is still cautious, extremely patient, and a little bit of exercise.

Don't miss a single tiny blind spot.

This kind of patient attitude is more important than the advanced physical training method, the precious and rare elixir.

After all, the vertebrae are such an important part that the slightest mistake can paralyze the body.

If you want to repair it, you must use the precious elixir that is hard to find in Wanjing to heal.

In the early morning, a golden sun leaped out of the clouds.

Yin and yang alternated, wisps of pure and chaotic aura were generated in an instant, and in less than a second, they were assimilated by ordinary aura.

Seizing the opportunity, Jing Qing quickly ran the "Great Zhou Heavenly Sword Technique", and the pure chaotic aura rushed to converge towards him.

It turned into a faint fluorescence and sank into flesh and bones.

Calm down and feel the chaotic aura shuttling between flesh and bones, a bit like an ant crawling in the body.

Relaxing his body, Jing Qing kept punching.

The body moves according to the way the dragon exerts his strength.

Spiritual power only meticulously circulates in the flesh and blood.

"Bang Bang!"

It didn't take long for that faint aura to be absorbed by the body.

Jing Qing's body made a series of firecracker sounds, which were muscles and bones shaking.

This proves that all the medicinal power of the Tiger Bone Spirit Wine has been consumed.

Inside, the first vertebrae bloomed with an ethereal white light.

After a few breaths, it was filled with extreme qi and blood, which made this bone undergo a qualitative change.

The texture is like jade, and the red thread turned by qi and blood is densely wound around the bones, like ancient words.

"Ten percent, this is the first bone that has been sacrificed to ten percent, and it is really a earth-shaking change."

"I don't know how much I've improved this time."

Jumping out of the spiritual spring, Jing Qing put on his clothes, and with a casual flick of his arm, the air was directly pumped.

He stomped his right foot lightly again, as if steel had fallen on the dirt.

A small hole was drilled out of the solid and flat earth, and the edge of the hole was very flat and smooth.

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