Now, Silk Cloth only hopes that she will quickly cultivate her divine consciousness and discover its secret as soon as possible.

Think about how sarcastic, how many people used to want to get it, it hid, but now it doesn't hide and chase someone to find it. Fate fell one by one.

Hu stumbled and read down the jade slip, and found that he didn't understand the meaning in it, which was the disadvantage of not having a master and a sect. Moreover, there is no punctuation mark in this similar content of classical Chinese, and she is terrified when she breaks sentences, and one sentence can solve several meanings.

How can you cultivate like this? Properly go crazy.

Looking at her timid and helpless appearance, Silk Cloth longed to become a human being and tell her.

Hu Qing had no choice but to give Hu Nuan a paper crane: "Come back, my mother misses you." ”

Hu Nuan replied: "The sect master will not give me leave. Hmph, I'm angry. ”

Hu Qing had to let her concentrate on cultivation, and she was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks.

What to do? What to do? She can't rely on her daughter for everything, it will delay her cultivation too much.

In fact, she can ask others, for example, Jiang Steward.

With the friendship between the two, there is no need for Steward Jiang not to help her solve this little trouble, and he will not pay anything to get a favor.

But, how to explain it?

These cultivation matters, Hu Qing can't be asked by his daughter, who is an inner disciple of the Great Sect, who is it for? Herself, of course.

So why does she need to ask this? Tell Steward Jiang that she can cultivate and that she is also a monk?

Regardless of whether Steward Jiang would believe it or not, Hu Qing instinctively didn't want others to know this.

So far, except for Shui Xin, no one can see that he has a spiritual root. She remembered very clearly, Shui Xin said that his eyes were cultivated. I think it's the magic power of Buddhism.

The cultivation realm is ruthless, under the iron rule that mortals are not allowed to be killed, she can be killed and robbed of wealth by a monk for ten inferior spirit stones, if her identity as a monk is revealed, wouldn't it be a convenient door for people with unscrupulous hearts.

If you don't have the strength, this is the way to survive.

Therefore, it is a while to be able to conceal it.

Acquaintances can't ask, what if you go to the mission hall to post a task? Pulling the unwarranted son to be the banner? But others are not stupid, in case you meet a curious person, don't you easily expose yourself?

Hu Qing was entangled in every way, unconsciously entered the refining room, released all the ores in the storage bag, and arranged them neatly by the wall one by one. This was bought by her according to the volume of the storage bag, the number of half of the room, and it cost ten medium-grade spirit stones, the worst of which was also the level of blue dust steel, and a few very valuable.

The size of the ground fire outlet can be adjusted, and the smallest flame is lightly adjusted, and a wisp of thin chopsticks is used, and a piece of gold crystal is taken without using the refining furnace. Golden spar is a good refining material, the color of the ore is orange-red, and after refining, it is transparent gold. The stone was shaped like a bridge, and it was right above the flames. Hu Qing sat next to him, holding his knees and looking at the flames in a daze.

The earth fire here is far better than the ground fire at the bottom of the refining room, although there is only a thin bunch, the air quickly becomes hot, but Hu Qing has now adapted to this temperature and does not feel any discomfort.

Hu Qing watched the dull orange-red on the ore become clean and bright little by little under the licking of the flames, and her brain emptied, only thinking: What is divine consciousness? What is Divine Consciousness?

The orange-red color in her eyes was getting brighter and softer, perhaps it was too bright the color to spill her thoughts, and there were fragments for an unknown amount of time, and by the time she blinked and her thoughts were withdrawn, her gaze had fallen on the flames that wrapped around the stone.

How can such a thin flame burn such a hard stone?

She involuntarily sat forward, looking down at where the flames had come from. Of course, I can't see anything, the thin flame has no entity and looks weak, but it actually contains terrifying energy, the beautiful and agile red and blue flame body, writhing from time to time, makes Hu Qing unexpectedly think of the snake letter of the demon snake whose head was broken by her sword.

Is there a flaming python lurking under the flames of this snake letter? Or, far underground, there is a molten dragon sleeping, and these earth fires are all the body heat emitted by the dragon's body? The presence of a dragon must have been so shocking and glorious.

Hu Qing stared at the mouth of the fire, looking at the mouth of the demon, gradually, she seemed to "see" under the mouth of the fire, the surging flames surging in the rough rock passage, down, the blue and red flames turned red, the red heat wave was pressing, and then down, the red became thicker, and the blood was dripping... Blood? Hurt!

The forehead was painful and hot, and it seemed that there was some danger very close, and Hu Qing, who had not returned, subconsciously raised his left hand to block his forehead.

"Ahh

Silk: Now!

Hu Nuan fell backwards, her left wrist firmly pressed against her forehead, and a large amount of white light poured into her soul, and the huge impact made her faint on the spot.

Hu Huahua, who was playing with eggs outside, heard Hu Qing's scream, and her two forelimbs formed a propeller and rushed in.

"Woo-"

He saw Hu Qing lying on the ground motionless, a red-hot stone rolling on the other side, and a beam of earth fire standing tall in the air and sweeping around.

Hu Huahua was in a hurry, and rushed to Hu Qing with her forelimbs, seeing that her arms were blocking her face, and there was a burnt smell on her head, and she was unconscious.

He whined twice, and when he saw that he couldn't wake up, he stepped forward and bit her shoulder and clothes, trying to pull her out.

Where can he pull such a small force to move such a big person.

He was so anxious that he didn't know where he turned and what he encountered, suddenly the fire mouth became bigger and the flames erupted, rushing to the top like fireworks and being bounced and scattered, and for a while, there was a rain of flames in the room, and there were flames everywhere, and the fire spiritual power exploded in the small room.

Silkcloth: Good job, dog!

The flames fell on Hu Huahua's body, and immediately scorched his earthy yellow hair, Hu Huahua couldn't take care of herself, and hit Hu Qing with her head, but Hu Qing still didn't react. He was in a hurry, and he bit her face.

Hu Qing didn't know anything about the outside world, but her consciousness was sober, as if there was a miniature version of her, standing in her body, watching the meridian flood in her body erupt, dumbfounded.

No, it wasn't a flood, it was a fire, and the fire burned in her meridians, rampage.

She thought, this is fire spiritual power.

But where did so much fire spiritual power come from?

Under the huge fire spiritual power, his thin meridians are like ditches, and they can't hold it at all.

Not good! You won't explode and die, will you?

At the same moment, Silk Cloth: She shouldn't have exploded and died, right? She didn't look at such a little spiritual power in her eyes, but for her cultivation rookie, it was too huge. Her current body simply can't bear it.

Silk cloth is in a hurry: Dog, come on, get her out!

Hu watched as the raging fire in her body was destroyed, but she couldn't do anything. In fact, she has another catastrophe wreaking havoc.

A mysterious white light rushed into her body and into her head, like a sharp blade, splitting the husk in half. Half of it was light, and he looked outside the white light as his body was destroyed. Half of Hu Qing endured the torture of a thousand knives in the white light.

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