The night is getting thicker, a bright moon slowly rises, and the whole Dongming Lake seems to be sprinkled with a layer of silver frost, which is as beautiful as a fairyland on earth.

What surprised him even more was that there was a faint layer of smoke on the surface of the lake, in the eyes of ordinary people, it might be water vapor, but this was a great surprise for Qin Yi.

"I really didn't expect that there was an aura here!" Qin Yi held his chin, opened his eyes and looked at the pattern of the entire Dongming Lake, and suddenly understood.

The whole Dongming Lake is a huge feng shui circle, with the lake as the center, like an iron pot, and the surrounding mountain spirits are all gathered, forming this feng shui treasure land that hides the wind and accepts the qi.

Compared to the magic circle of hell, this formation is simply unbearable. Qin Yi had personally set up the Huangquan Seven Evil Array, and with his own strength, he destroyed the formation and defeated the other seven ghost marshals to join forces to besiege it.

But in the world, to be able to open such a feng shui array, this person is also a talent. With the aura of nourishment, it is no wonder that the housing prices in this place can be sky-high.

"The eye of the entire formation lies in the carp-shaped island and reef in the center of the lake, where the spiritual energy is concentrated, and it is a good place to cultivate." Thinking of this, Qin Yi parted from the bridge of his nose and walked along the very poetic long bridge with great interest to the center of the lake.

The small island in the middle of the lake is verdant with green trees, and due to the warmth of the aura, it is more cool and pleasant here, as if entering the natural oxygen bar. Being able to live in such a place is not enough to say that it is very good for your health, at least for your health.

At the head of the island and reef, there is a set of quaint palace towers, red walls and green tiles, cornices carved edges, quite magnificent, but I don't know what kind of people, can occupy the place of Aotou Lingbao.

But right now, for him, cultivation is the top priority.

He chose a random place in the grass, sat on the ground, took a deep breath, and thought about the cultivation of hell in his mind.

In the hell ghost realm and the fairy realm, cultivation is collectively referred to as cultivating the truth, and ghosts and gods borrow exercises to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and turn it into true qi, seizing the innate creation, and having infinite magical powers.

For those who cultivate the truth, there are eight realms, which are Qi refining, foundation building, innate nature, Jindan, Yuanying, Hedao, Returning to Truth, and Crossing Tribulation.

Qin Yi's cultivation in Hell has reached the stage of returning to the truth, and in terms of strength, he is the strongest of the eight ghost commanders of the eighteenth layer of hell, and he is only one step away from becoming the ghost king of the dominant side.

Of course, according to the theory of hell system, King Qin Guang is the supreme ghost king of the entire underworld, but in fact, in the eighteen layers of hell, there are ghost kings under their own command, and they openly follow the order of the Son of Heaven of Yama, but in fact, they are each respected.

And the Ghost King Codex he got was left by an ancient ghost king, judging from the cultivation methods in the codex, the strength of this ancient ghost king was by no means below King Qin Guang.

If it is another thousand years, Qin Yi is completely sure that he will unify the eighteenth layer of hell and become the absolute ghost king of that piece of ghosts, once he opens the hell passage, he will lead the army directly into the Yin Si Xudu King City and challenge the supreme throne of King Qin Guang.

As soon as his mind was closed, Qin Yi luckily sensed the aura of the world.

Qin Yijian frowned, and said secretly in his heart: "This place seems to be full of spiritual energy, but the quality of spiritual energy is a miscellaneous spirit that cannot be entered, mixed with worldly turbidity, far inferior to the earth spirit qi of hell, let alone compared with the immortal spirit qi of the fairy world." There are very few spiritual qi that can be absorbed in one breath and every day, which is extremely unfavorable for cultivation. ”

However, he snorted and smiled: "Then what's the matter, I have thousands of true laws in my chest, as long as I put in ten or a hundred times the effort, I don't seek immortality, crush the Yan family, and it should be more than enough to dominate the world." ”

Thinking of this, he used the Origin Cultivation Heart Technique in the Ghost King's Codex, the "Nine Turns Netherworld Technique".

Nine turns of the netherworld, a total of nine turns of supernatural powers, every time you cultivate, there is a great supernatural power. Qin Yi crisscrossed the eighteenth layer of hell and resisted the other seven ghost commanders, precisely because of the deep foundation laid by this Nine Transformations Divine Power.

All the spiritual energy around it poured into the heavenly spirits, flowing into the eight veins of the Qi Sutra, and every ninety-nine eighty-one exercises were performed for a week.

If he sits on a plate of old monks, let you go through the vicissitudes of life, I will not move, this heart is only on Zhou Tian's exercises. Thousands of auras quickly wrapped him in it, entangled one by one, and from a distance, it looked like a thick black silkworm cocoon standing on the ground, which was extremely weird.

The morning sun is rising, the crimson morning glow is accompanied by a gentle breeze, and today is another sunny day.

Qin Yi exhaled and breathed, as if he was spitting out a letter, and it sounded.

"Huh, I have finally entered the early stage of qi refining, I have true qi to protect my body, and after that, I should not be afraid of wind and rain, cold and heat."

clenched his fist slightly, the tip of the fist was really agitated, and he had about a thousand catties of strength, in the eyes of mortals, it should be regarded as a superhuman level.

Thinking of this, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The quality of the aura in the world is really too poor, if you accept qi in hell, you have to have 10,000 catties of strength to say the least.

It seems that if you want to speed up your cultivation, it is not enough to just absorb qi and cultivate asceticism, you have to find a way to get a high-quality aura or swallow pills and heavenly treasures.

And revenge on the Yan family is by no means an overnight thing.

The reason why the Yan family is in China is that in addition to the strong background of politics and business, the more important point is that the Yan family has produced an ancient martial arts master, Yan Jiutian. This person is Yan Dongyang's uncle, and he is the first soldier king in China, with a great reputation in the army and amazing strength.

Not to mention Yan Jiutian, even the bodyguard who slapped him away at the beginning, his strength was definitely more than a thousand catties.

"God is really good for me, if I hadn't been reborn to the age of eighteen, with my current strength, I am afraid that it would be difficult to escape the pursuit of the Yan family, let alone take revenge." Qin Yi sighed secretly.

I got up and stretched, I hadn't eaten for more than ten hours, and my stomach was rumbling and I was very hungry.

Just as he was about to leave, he found that the piece of turf he had sat on had all withered, presumably caused by the impact of the aura.

He smiled slightly, silently recited the magic formula, and the true qi in his hand condensed into a ghost talisman, which was gently brushed along the turf.

Suddenly, the withered turf was re-established and revived.

"Hey! Who got you here? A clear and beautiful cry came from behind him.

Qin Yi looked back and saw that a big-breasted beauty with a ponytail and a practice uniform was looking at him with a vigilant face, the heroic goose egg was blushing, it should have just finished boxing, and she was still a little coquettish.

There are really a lot of beauties in Dongzhou City, judging from this woman's towering chest, I am afraid that she is one size bigger than Yang Qingqing. If it was in his previous life, he was afraid that he couldn't help but want to touch it, but now, he really didn't have any interest in being distracted by women.

"Are you calling me?" Qin Yi turned around and asked coldly.

"It's not you, who else can it be, come over to me." The beauty has a lot of temper, her hands are on her hips, and she shouts arrogantly.

There is also an old man standing next to the beauty, with white hair, shawl hair, and a big beard, quite the style of a veteran teacher.

"This old guy is no ordinary person!" Qin Yi frowned, and said secretly in his heart.

After cultivation, the dantian already has true qi, and the eyes of the law are self-opening, and the qi of yin and yang and the five elements can be distinguished. The old man's dantian had a turbid and strong aura, like true qi, but it was not pure.

This made him curious, could it be that the old man also crossed back from hell?

"Why are you sitting on the lawn of my house and saying, do you want to steal our Tang family's boxing skills?" The beautiful woman looked him up and down viciously, and asked suspiciously.

Qin Yi immediately understood, it turned out that this island and reef were private territory. To be able to have the most abundant aura on this island and reef with every inch of land, the Tang family is not small.

"Humph! Tang family boxing, for me, these unpopular human martial arts are simply a joke. Qin Yi secretly sneered in his heart, and pursed the corners of his mouth in disdain.

"What are you laughing at? Is it to look down on our Tang family? The beauty asked, frowning.

"You're sick!" Qin Yi shrugged his shoulders, but his gaze fell on the old man.

"You're sick, neurotic, who are you scolding?" The beauty was displeased, and pinched her pink fist, and she wanted to teach this boy a lesson who didn't know the height of the sky.

Qin Yi pointed at the old man and said proudly, "I'm talking about him!" ”

The Qiankun beads in the old man's hand came to an abrupt end, and he asked with a deep smile: "Oh, Xiaoyou, tell me, why is the old man sick." ”

The beauty was about to speak, but was hinted at by the old man with her eyes.

He had just witnessed Qin Yi's magic method of returning spring with his hands, and maybe this little friend was a member of the Dao Sect.

Qin Yi waved his hand and said, "Don't talk about this, you can punch me and try it, the harder you go, the better." ”

The old man's eyes were full of might, and there were two more coldness in his smile: "Little brother, my fist has eaten people, can you afford to lose weight?" ”

Qin Yi raised his eyebrows, and said a little impatiently: "If you want to fight, you can fight, where is there so much nonsense." ”

Rao is old man Shen Mansion is deep, and he is so despised by a hairy boy, and he is also angry, but as a famous person, he naturally will not kill a posterior.

"The young man doesn't know how high the sky is, so he can teach him a lesson." He secretly thought in his heart, as soon as the dantian moved, he used three points of strength, and his fist was as fast as thunder, hitting Qin Yi's chest directly.

However, even if it is thirty percent of the strength, it is absolutely unbearable for very people, flying a few feet sideways, and it is inevitable that you can't get out of bed for half a year.