After the motionless narration, Qingyang understood the origin of the bone spurs, but this was not the point, the focus was on how he could resist the natural poison left by the bone spurs in his body. Qingyang's soul platform trembled again, and he didn't have time to think about it to use his spiritual energy to cultivate his soul intent.

"Ah" Suddenly Qingyang roared sharply, only to see his left hand clawed towards the wound on his right arm.

"Yang'er, hold on! If you go down with this claw, you will never be able to turn back. "Don't move, when you see Qingyang's actions, you immediately stop it.

Hearing the words of Immobility, Qingyang's left fingertips stopped in front of the wound on his arm, and Immovable narrated that the Heavenly Poison is actually not difficult to resist, as long as the recipient is firm, he can resist the Heavenly Poison.

According to the words of the Immovable Immortal Venerable, it is a subsidiary attack carried in the bone spurs, and the natural poison is similar to the spiritual toxin, and the poison will condense in the wound, as long as the recipient does not touch the wound, the heavenly poison will not completely explode. In this way, the recipient only needs to endure the pain from the wound several times a day, and there are no other effects.

At this time, there was a burst of pain in Qingyang's right arm, and his mind was extremely dull, Qingyang clenched his teeth, and he tried his best to keep the last trace of clarity on the spiritual platform.

After a cup of tea.

"Huh" The pain in the wound on his arm disappeared, Qingyang slowly relaxed, and in an instant, his eyes slowly closed, and he was about to fall asleep.

"Yang'er, the matter is not over yet, use the aura to cultivate the soul intent. "Don't move in Qingyang's soul consciousness sea, and make a reminder.

Hearing this, Qingyang shook his head, and continued to hold on to the last trace of clarity in his mind, his aura slowly gushed out, and he began to cultivate his soul intent. "Huh" Qingyang's blood churned, and his expression was also very distorted, at this time, Qingyang was experiencing a new round of Puze Forging Body, and as he had guessed before, this Puze Forging Body brought him a feeling that was very painful.

He was persevering, after nearly an hour of cultivation, although it was very painful, but his soul platform stabilized again, and the groggy feeling had disappeared, but at this moment, the wound on his arm, there was a sense of pain again, Qingyang was shocked, the pain was constantly intensifying, he had no choice, at this time he could no longer interrupt the cultivation of soul intent.

Otherwise, his previous efforts would be in vain, Qingyang endured the double pain and torture of his body, he gritted his teeth and persevered, his nerves tensed at the same time and did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Finally, another hour passed, the cultivation of soul intent ended, and at the same time, the pain in the right arm quietly disappeared.

"Master. If I am disturbed by the Heavenly Poison every time, how can I concentrate on cultivating my soul intent?" Qingyang's face turned pale, and after wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead, he asked if he didn't move.

"There is no way, you can only rely on your own perseverance to persevere, and if you don't become a Buddha, you will fall into the devil and become a walking corpse controlled by the poison. He replied slightly.

Qingyang lowered his head and pondered when he heard this.

"It's such a vicious thing, why didn't you destroy it in the first place, Master? Qingyang asked suddenly.

"Hehe, boy, there are two sides to everything, if the bone spur is obtained by the evil hearted, it must be terrible, if it is obtained by the good heart, then what then?" asked without laughing.

"But hasn't it fallen into the hands of the gangsters?" Qingyang chirped like a deflated balloon.

"Eh" is motionless and speechless.

Suffering from the Heavenly Poison and the Soul Terrace being created again, Qingyang did not dare to rush to the Heavenly Fire Sect, he was determined to hide and wait for the Soul Realm to break through before making plans.

"Hiss" In the middle of the night, Qingyang woke up from pranayama, at this time the wound on his right arm once again gushed out of pain, enduring the painful torture, Qingyang tried to maintain the state of pranayama, so that there was nothing to say all night.

In the early morning of the second day, Qingyang took advantage of his current good state, and he immediately cultivated his soul intent. Water is like cotton, and Qingyang's body feeling temperature is decreasing rapidly, and soon his body feeling drops to zero degrees. But what should come is still to come, Qingyang once again endured the torture of two, he insisted on his own willpower.

This time, due to the interference of the Heavenly Poison, his cultivation speed was very slow, and when he cultivated the Soul Intent Exercise, the pain in his soul and body had intensified, but the pain of the Heavenly Poison's wound had brought him another taste. Qingyang's cultivation lasted for nearly four hours, and the pain caused by the Heavenly Poison accompanied him for four hours.

"Why, it's just a little bit, what's the matter?" Qingyang opened his eyes from his cultivation, and he asked himself thoughtfully. He couldn't understand that he clearly felt that his soul had been sublimated to the extreme, but he couldn't break through for a long time. If his soul can't break through like this, he will have to endure inhuman torture at any time, and Qingyang's mentality is gradually collapsing.

Another day passed, as soon as it dawned in the early morning, Qingyang directly entered the cultivation of soul intent, without exception, the heavenly poison was like having an independent consciousness, and when Qingyang had just entered the cultivation of soul intent, it burst out with a sense and tortured Qingyang again.

"Ah" Qingyang groaned softly, this time he endured the wind elemental forging body, and the pain in his body was even more uncomfortable than the last time, and the heavenly poison came out again, making it difficult for him to resist and snort lightly for a while.

"Hey" is also very helpless about Qingyang's current situation, if it weren't for the interference of the Heavenly Poison, if it weren't for Qingyang's strong cultivation soul intent, maybe he would have broken through.

"Come on, little one. He encouraged softly.

Hearing the voice of immobility, Qingyang's distorted face showed a trace of perseverance.

Finally, a few hours later, Qingyang finished his cultivation, and the Heavenly Poison quieted down, Qingyang raised his eyes to look at the glow reflected in the entrance of the cave in the evening, he supported his body and walked slowly towards the entrance of the cave. After a while, Qingyang came to the entrance of the cave and lifted the dazzling part of the half-shading glow with one hand, and he admired the brilliant color of the other part of the glow.

Qingyang was interested, and the elemental sword and energy shield condensed in his hand, he jumped out of the cave at once, and jumped to the mountainside platform below the cave. The trees on the "Boom" platform were cut off by his sword moves, and the "Boom Boom" combat skill blasted out, and pieces of rocks were blown up by him.

With the reflection of the sunset, Qingyang did not stop under the sunset, dancing selflessly with sword moves.

"Boom" Finally, the fire element sword in Qingyang's hand flew out, hitting the mountain stone next to the cave entrance and shattering into countless flames, the mountain stone rolled down and blocked the cave entrance, and the flames ignited the fallen trees on the ground. Qingyang was surrounded by flames, but there was no trace of panic on his face. The sunset has passed, the sky has been dyed with a dark curtain, and from a distance, there is only a glimmer of light in the position of Qingyang.

"Haha, hahahaha. Suddenly, Qingyang looked up to the sky and laughed, and the continuous swing of the sword move for half an hour made him feel a trace of happiness in his heart, which was like a sweet spring, moistening his already dry heart.

After laughing, Qingyang sat cross-legged again, and within a day, he cultivated his soul intent, the surrounding fires became brighter and brighter, and the fires became more and more turbulent, Qingyang was already in danger, but his face was indifferent, and he didn't care about the crisis around him at all.

The thunder element spread all over his body, and his soul and body began to accept the forging of the thunder element, but unexpectedly, this time the heavenly poison did not break out. "Crackling" thunder and lightning carried out in Qingyang's body, two hours later, Qingyang's eyes opened, a golden light shot out, and the flames in front of him were also affected and partially extinguished, but soon the flames in other places spread again.

"Come on!" Qing Yang roared angrily in his mouth, he had no intention of stopping, his soul intent was running again, and when the body element was forged, it brought him an endless sense of pressure, and it was so straight that his body was bent and unable to breathe. Qingyang's face turned red, but his face was extremely firm, he tried his best to bear it, his body slowly stood up, and his mouth and nose gradually gasped for breath.

However, the natural poison that should have been safe broke out again.

Under the influence of the heavenly poison, Qingyang couldn't hold back for a while, and was directly pressed to the ground by the pressure of the body element.

"Ahem, come on, come on, come on!" Qingyang coughed lightly and roared again, he struggled upwards to withstand the strong pressure, and sat up again.

Qingyang's fingering in his hand did not stop, and golden energy appeared around him, enveloping him in it.

"Crackling, crackling" Qingyang's body was like the sound of broken bones coming out continuously, but his face was still resolute, enduring endless pain, and he was contemplating his cultivation.

Suddenly, not far from Qingyang's location, Tong He flew and swam by, he has been searching for Qingyang for the past few days, and the towns and villages near Tianhuo City have been searched by him, Tong He firmly believes that Qingyang is injured by bone spurs, and he will not be able to escape, so he never intends to give up the search.

When he first arrived at the mountains, it was already night, and the firelight around Qingyang drew him in.

"Hmph, boy, you can really run!" Tong He floated in the night sky, his eyes fixed on Qingyang not far away, and said in his mouth.

With that, he adjusted his direction and flew towards Qingyang.

At the same time, Qingyang, who was in the sea of fire, did not know about Tong He's arrival. After more than a dozen breaths, Tong He was in front of Qingyang, and when he saw Qingyang in the sea of fire, Tong He sneered.

"Haha, boy, I can't take it anymore! I want to break it off on my own! But I won't let you succeed. With that, Tong He's sleeves were pulled, and a spiritual energy gushed out, blowing all the flames around Qingyang's body away, and the flames were blown not far away and continued to burn.

"Huh?" Tong He saw that the flames had not been extinguished, and a hint of surprise appeared between his eyebrows.

"Hmph, boy, hand over the secrets on your body!" Tong He retracted his gaze, turned his five fingers into claws, and grabbed Qingyang who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

However, with a "click", Tong He's five fingers grasped the golden energy around Qingyang's body, and he was immediately blocked and could not continue to grasp Qingyang within the energy.

"What's going on?" Tong He was shocked, he immediately withdrew his palm, his eyes fixed on Qingyang.

Qingyang didn't pay attention to Tong He from the outside world, because his mind had been completely isolated from the outside world, and his soul had become more and more ethereal at this time. A piece of pure white appeared in Qingyang's mind, and he stood in this pure white scene, Qingyang raised his hands to look at himself. Pure white is not fog, it is not invisible, there is nothing here but white.

"Where is this? Am I dead again?" Qingyang muttered to himself, but his eyes kept looking around, and when he looked up at the sky in front of him, he saw that there were five strange points there.

Qingyang was curious, and his body jumped towards the five singularities, and slowly I don't know how long it has been, and the five singularities are gradually getting bigger. Seeing this scene, Qingyang's pace accelerated, and another period of time passed. Qingyang stopped, and at this time, a five-colored cloud appeared in the pure white sky, and there was no need for Qingyang to check, the colorful cloud was already speeding towards him at an astonishing speed.

The colorful clouds gradually became larger, and when they came to the top of Qingyang's head, the multicolored clouds had already filled the entire pure white sky. The multicolored clouds did not stop, they flew over Qingyang's head and swept towards Qingyang's back.

Qingyang's eyes showed surprise, and he turned to look at the flying clouds, but when he looked at the end of the place, his face suddenly showed a clear expression.