It's been about a week.

Su Qingchen had dry food on his body, and he didn't panic at all.

Because there is no day and night in the valley, this week's time is roughly perceived by Su Qingchen based on his usual cultivation.

In this week's time, Su Qingchen is rarely pure, this kind of purity is not pure on the surface, but also calm in the heart.

This kind of calm made his cultivation go by day, and finally, just as he had finished cultivating the Pure Yang Wuji Gong again, and when he finished the exercises, a wave of enlightenment surged into his heart:

He had broken through to the ninth layer of the mortal realm.

Open the road to heaven system to confirm, and sure enough:

Name: Su Qingchen

Realm: Nine layers of mortal realm

Status: Normal.

Age: 20

Root bones: 10

Sensitive: 2

Spirituality: Mixed Dreams

This kind of mysterious and mysterious feeling is extremely rare, and he hurriedly exercised again.

This Pure Yang Wuji Gong was originally born from Wudang Jiuyang Gong, and then Zhang Sanfeng combined his own century-old cultivation, sat and watched the floating clouds, lying down and smelling the flowing water, which evolved into the Pure Yang Wuji Gong.

The main advantage of this exercise is the word "pure". The true qi circulates in the meridians, tempered repeatedly, and gradually refined, and then the hundred rivers return to the sea and slowly enter the Xuan Palace.

Then it automatically circulates from the Returning Essence Recipe and transforms into innate true qi, which is extremely pure and multiplies its power.

At this time, the true qi in Su Qingchen's body was steaming and magnificent, up and down his body, everywhere was qi, the internal force was agitated, he didn't vomit or was unhappy, and he couldn't help but let out a cry from his mouth.

This cry is like a tiger roaring in the valley, the dragon chant for nine days, and the sound spreads for miles.

If any monk heard about it, he would be shocked.

This kind of internal strength is not available without decades of skill. And the young man in front of him, who is only twenty years old, already has deep internal strength.

Su Qingchen got up and looked around, smiling faintly.

He took a Dream Pill again, and then took the Returning Essence Formula, slowly feeling the direction of the purple mist around him.

Gradually, he came to a stone wall, and saw clouds of purple mist flowing slowly from top to bottom, like a wall of air.

He'd been here no less than three times before, but because of the stone wall, each time he thought it was just a normal fog circulation.

This time he no longer doubted, stretched out his hand, and only felt that the stone wall was cold. Then several layers of dark energy came out of the Soviet-style wind-chasing palm, and then the stone wall in front of him was like glass, first cracked, and then directly shattered.

An incomparably large cave comes into view.

The wind in the cave blew Su Qingchen, bringing a hint of coolness.

And the purple mist came from the cave.

Su Qingchen stepped forward, and as soon as he entered the cave, the stone wall behind him was like a broken mirror reunited, and the fragments returned directly to their original positions, and they recovered as before in a blink of an eye.

Su Qingchen has no long things, he is dressed in tattered clothes, and there is naturally nothing worth nostalgia in the valley.

This cave was a little unusual, Su Qingchen lifted his mind and cautiously walked inside.

The further he went, the more Su Qingchen felt that the cave was so huge that it was staggering.

Su Qingchen slowed down his steps and tried his best to be silent on the ground, although there was no sunlight in the cave, the strange stone on the top of the cave released a soft light, so it did not affect his vision.

There is also the occasional sound of water dripping, especially in the cave.

Su Qingchen began to become cautious, chasing the source of the purple mist, slowly lurking.

After walking for a while, I suddenly felt a strong breath, which seemed to originate from the ancient times, from the ancient times that I didn't know how many years passed.

Turning around a huge stone pillar, Su Qingchen looked at it fixedly, and his breath was suffocated-

I saw a huge strange snake sleeping with its eyes closed, its whole body purple, its head the size of a truck, its body coiled up and I don't know how long it was, its red long beard, its sideburns were also red, and its head had two horns.

Is this a dragon?

Su Qingchen also didn't know.

The dragon, let's call it for now, as the purple dragon slept, it spewed out clouds of purple mist between its breaths, which were the same mist that swirled in the valley.

Su Qingchen planned to retreat quietly, this thing was not easy to mess with at first glance, especially the back half of the body, the dragon scales were reversed, and it looked like an unruly person.

This creature must be very angry when it gets up, so don't die yourself.

Just as Su Qingchen was about to leave, the dragon's body moved slightly, frightening his whole body to a standstill.

When I turned my head and looked at it, I felt a lot more relieved, and it turned out to be just a normal turnover.

But Su Qingchen's gaze couldn't move anymore:

The dragon's huge snake body coiled up, and in the middle was a round stone, on which grew a nine-colored flower of incomparably magnificent colors.

This flower has a great attraction, Su Qingchen only glanced at it, and felt that his spiritual power seemed to be absorbed.

Fortunately, the Gui Zhi in his body was already running on its own, and the innate true qi was endless, which immediately made him turn around, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid:

This nine-colored flower is so weird, and it is guarded by a giant dragon, it must be an extremely precious treasure of heaven and earth.

At this time, the wise sayings of countless sages came to his mind:

"People die and birds rise to the sky, and they will not die for thousands of years."

"It's coming."

"I'm hungry~"

…

Done!

As we all know, dry is a polyphonic word, and dry means that Su Qingchen's saliva is dry, as opposed to "wet", which means that there is no water or very little water.

Su Qingchen took out the Youlu Grass from the inventory of the Path to Heaven system:

A strange grass that grows in the shape of antlers in the underworld is more precious. Eating conceals the user's breath for a very short period of time.

That's it.

Su Qingchen ate it, and the grass was a little sweet, and it melted in his mouth.

After a while, I only felt that my own breath was nothing, and although I was standing in the cave, I had a feeling that I was like the wind and fog.

It seems to have worked, and I don't know if I can avoid the eyes and ears of the dragon.

Su Qingchen used all his strength to carry the Returning Essence Technique, perceiving the changes in the qi around him at all times, and then moved towards the dragon's lair with all his strength.

Ten zhang distance!

The dragon was unaware.

Five-zhang distance!

Unaware.

One foot distance!

At this time, Su Qingchen could already feel the fishy smell spewing from the dragon's breath.

The head of this giant dragon was huge, and Su Qingchen stood in front of the dragon, just like an ant looking up at a giant.

His mind raced, and he took out a bottle of Rakshasa powder from the inventory of the Path to Heaven system.

A bottle of rakshasa powder: medicinal stone, highly poisonous. It can be taken directly or used in a seclusive chamber for smoke diffusion. When ingested, there is a certain chance to expel the Gu worms planted in the body of the user.

Rao is Su Qingchen's strong nerves, and his hand holding the poison trembled slightly.

Su Qingchen poured a bottle of rakshasa powder onto a piece of paper.

Then he moved quickly, placing all the poison powder under the dragon's nose after the dragon exhaled and before inhaling.

I saw that when the dragon inhaled, he directly sucked all the rakshasa powder into it.

Su Qingchen didn't have time to shout in his heart, "Da Lang, it's time to drink medicine", he took three steps and half a step, and grabbed the nine-colored magnificent flower with the momentum of the thunderous and clanging bell.

Grass! It's done.

Su Qingchen fled directly!

Roar –

A loud dragon groan, coming from behind itself.

This roar was mixed with wildness, rage, and doubt, but in a word, it had only one meaning:

Whoever touches the dragon's scales, die!