Qin Qingtong sighed, took out the black Xiao Ding, and rotated it back and forth on her fingertips, although she executed it according to the set plan every day, but if it was said that it was a lot of hard cultivation, it was really not, it was more like completing a task to execute,

If the comfortable environment will really wear out people's will, although adversity is difficult, but also make people grow fast, a year has passed, in addition to comprehending the weak water decision, the others have almost no growth, the black Xiaoding is still the original to die, her level of alchemy even if there is a high-level alchemy manual, but also still stay in the level of the nine wastes, a Ding to see the level of luck,

Of course, the one-body bone cultivation is not bad, but it can only be compared with human cultivation, and compared with demon beasts of the same level, it is only equal, and it doesn't take much advantage.

Refining, carving arrays, limited to understanding, divination is to see the excitement and coaxing, drawing talismans, cultivation is limited, can't draw any high-level talismans, the most drawn is the pure heart talisman, soft water talisman, ice arrow talisman, but most of these talismans are first-grade, second-grade are very few.

Fu Seal is divided into thirteen products, one product, two products, three products, four products, five products, six products, seven products, eight products, nine products, ten products, eleven products, twelve products, Fu Bao, each product is divided into four grades, upper, middle and lower,

A first-grade talisman seal, a few familiar talismans, Qin Qingtong almost drew them all of the best, but even the best ice arrow talisman is of little use to herself, at most it hurts a little, and she can't even wipe out a little blood, in fact, it's really chicken.

But thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, there is no shortcut to take on the road of cultivation, and Qin Qingtong will not take it, so even if it is the best talisman seal that can draw the first grade, Qin Qingtong still takes the trouble to draw the first-grade talisman seal over and over again, instead of being busy drawing the second-grade talisman seal.

As for swordsmanship, Qin Qingtong could only smile helplessly, because she was deeply influenced by the sword immortal in her previous life, swordsmanship was her most serious and hard practice, but the effect was still unsatisfactory, she had been practicing for several years, not to mention sword qi, she was still clumsy and clumsy with a sword now,

A few days ago, because of some gorgeous swordsmanship, the swordsmanship didn't work, but he also injured himself, Liu Qingsi was angry and directly said that her Qingling Sword was accepted,

I got a wooden sword with a heavy wood (chong) wood for her, and swung the sword 10,000 times a day, and every time I had to go all out and leave no room for it.

Although the reputation of the heavy (chong) wood is not obvious, it weighs 100 catties per inch and the sword is 18 inches long, but Qin Qingtong's weight is only 500 catties, which is still because of her half-human and half-shark mixed blood.

Simply Liu Qingsi carved a formation on the heavy wooden sword, so even if the wooden sword weighs more than a thousand catties, Qin Qingtong can carry the sword and swing the sword, but the formation will change according to the changes in Qin Qingtong's own strength, and every time the wooden sword is just a little weaker than Qin Qingtong's own strength, so that Qin Qingtong can just swing the sword.

"Father, how nice would it be if he didn't grow up?" Qin Qingtong punctured the illusion in Qin Tian's palm at once, his eyes were a little confused, what was buried in his heart was out of reach, and the unreachable goal would always be silently shattered into ashes in a comfortable and comfortable environment.

Qin Tian just smiled, his eyes full of doting, "Is it to be free from heaven and earth, or to be trapped in a corner, Tong'er is not a child, she knows what she wants, and her father will never force you to do things you don't like." ”

The merman has a long lifespan, and Qin Tianben was reluctant to urge Qin Qingtong to move forward, but he didn't have so much time, and slowly waited for her to grow up.

Qin Tian put the black Xiao Ding back into Qin Qingtong's hand with some pity, "Tong'er, father will teach you the chanting of the sea god today!" ”

Qin Qingtong's eyes lit up suddenly, there was a record of this secret technique in her inheritance, but as for how to cultivate this secret technique, there was no clue at all.

But even so, it does not prevent it from being powerful and mysterious, and wherever the god of the sea comes, it is for the people of the sea god, and the people of the sea god sacrifice everything they have, including their lives.

But this is a secret technique that hurts the enemy by a thousand and self-inflicts eight hundred, with vitality as the line, life as the ground, burning himself, and destroying everything where he passes, if it is not a desperate situation, the sea god will never be born.

Moreover, the chant of the sea god is too harmful to the heavens and harmony, even if it is sacrificed to vitality and life, it cannot make up for the damage it causes, so after using this secret technique in everything, not only will it age rapidly, but also the luck will be reduced to the point where you may choke to death if you drink cold water.

But the more forbidden things are, the more they dare to be interested, Qin Tiantai waved his hand, and the father and daughter had already arrived in another dead space.

The first time Qin Qingtong saw such a sad place, his heart hurt for no reason, his eyes were sour, and the tears that could not fall in his eyes seemed to be crying.

"Father, where is this, why is my heart so uncomfortable?" Shui Lingling's eyes were full of doubt, and his sad face was like fear engraved in the depths of his soul.

Qin Tian stood with his hands in his hands, like a lonely king in the whole world, from the desolation to the ancients, and finally to the near front, within reach and close to the end of the world.

"This is a space for the Father." Qin Tian's ethereal voice was neither sad nor joyful, indifferent to the extreme.

Qin Qingtong was a little stunned, she had seen Qin Tian, who was handsome, heroic and domineering, and even evil and crazy, but Qin Tian, who was as cold to the extreme as now, was something that Qin Qingtong had never seen before, and it was unexpected.

Sure enough, she is not suitable for such a high-ranking father, but likes an amiable and favored father, but subconsciously, Qin Qingtong feels that such a Qin genius should be his original face.

Whispering "um", she didn't know what she was talking about, just quietly followed behind Qin Tian, father and daughter walked and stopped on the dead and silent wasteland, the time of disillusionment flowed through her fingertips, she had seen flowers blooming, leaves falling and falling, and the tide ebbing and flowing, but these should have been bright and incomparably bright in this wasteland, like a silent black-and-white movie, real and illusory, only loneliness, dead silence.

Only by experiencing growth can we understand death, understand death, and understand what it means to be extinguished.

But the chanting of the sea god is too hurtful to the heavens, if he really teaches Qin Qingtong to practice this secret technique in the outside world, even if Qin Tian has a way to cover up the heavens, but the cause and effect that Qin Qingtong has to bear is too heavy and not cost-effective.

But Qin Tian's ontological space is different, in this space, he is the absolute king, not to mention that there is nothing in this space except for the dead and silent wasteland, and it is suitable for cultivating the chant of the sea god.