Each level of spirit has a fixed number of natural veins.

When you have not practiced, your qi veins are hidden, and you need to be spawned by mana or resources to grow little by little.

Qiu Ping was using the power of incense at this moment, and the speed at which he generated a qi vein was simply ten times that of before, and he could give birth to a qi vein in almost a day or two.

He estimated that even if he entered the realm more slowly and backwards, he would most likely step into the realm of the ancestral aperture within half a year.

This time is already very exaggerated, because the ancestral aperture is about equivalent to three hundred years of Taoism.

This is equivalent to a level that an ordinary spirit needs to practice for three hundred years without consuming any resources.

Most spirits don't live that long.

From this, we can also get a glimpse of the cruelty of the cultivation world, without qualifications, without resources, how difficult it is to be promoted.

That's why many spirits want to join the Shinto system, which is almost an iron rice bowl, not only to ensure harvest in drought and flood, but also to have all kinds of hidden benefits, that is, you can continue to hold power as a yin ghost even if you die.

The end of the universe is the examination of the public, and it is indeed applicable in any world.

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Qiu Ping doesn't really want to cross at the moment, because with so many resources, it is when his strength is growing by leaps and bounds, and he can't afford to take risks.

What's more, he didn't think he was the match for the ghost boy.

But sometimes, it's not up to him.

Because after more than two months, the gold thread "progress bar" behind him was full again.

He didn't deliberately accumulate merit, but as a god, combing the water veins every day and blessing the peace of one party is itself a process of gaining gratitude, but this process is much slower than when he takes the initiative to do good deeds.

When Bi first drilled into the Heavenly Realm, it was passive gratitude that allowed his golden thread to be filled.

"Huh."

The space around Qiu Ping became viscous, and he was already familiar with the road, and he drilled forward fiercely, and drilled through the space.

A strong feeling of weightlessness came, and he fell from a great height again.

As he expected, the location he crossed this time was still Huangquantai.

The last battle in the ring is not over yet, and it is estimated that he will return here every time he crosses before completely defeating his opponent or being defeated by his opponent.

As soon as he entered the Yellow Spring Terrace, his whole body fell sharply from a height, and below him, a head covered in mud and dirt with a pigtail on its head was trying to poke out of the swamp and drill upwards with great difficulty.

The ghost boy was very depressed, he had been trapped in the mud for more than three months, but the loach seemed to have completely disappeared, and it never moved.

This made him more and more impetuous, and he warned himself in his heart: the more he got to this time, the more he had to calm down.

This is an extremely difficult enemy, and despite his weak strength, he still needs to show his full strength.

After not sensing the traces of the little loach for a long time, the ghost boy decided to slowly get out of the swamp, on the one hand, because the deep mud was extremely limited to his combat power, and on the other hand, he also wanted to try to lure out the little loach in this way.

After a few days of hard work, he finally poked his head out of the swamp and saw the light for the first time in three months.

"It's so comfortable!"

Looking at the long-lost light from the outside world, the ghost boy's mood was much better, although he didn't have to breathe, but the darkness and sluggishness that his whole body was wrapped in was also a torture for him.

"What sound?"

The ghost boy's ears moved, and the sound seemed to come from above, and he looked up.

"Have you ever heard of a palm technique that falls from the sky...... Qiu Pingren was in the sky, and naturally found the ghost boy below.

At that moment, he activated the [Eight-Armed Maha Seal Method], and his whole body swelled in a large circle, and the scales burst like blades, and there seemed to be a devil roaring in his heart.

[Eight-armed Maha Seal Method] The first weight, greed, hatred and obsession!

The desires of the human heart turn into demons, and people have infinite courage.

"What the hell am I ......" The ghost boy's pupils exploded, watching the shadows in the sky continue to expand.

He had only one question in his mind: Who can tell me when this loach ran to the heights?

He wanted to fight back, but now that only his head was exposed, and his arms were bound by mud, it was too late to fight back.

"Sting."

Qiu Ping didn't have a hard time with the ghost boy, the effect of force was mutual, and he didn't feel that his head was harder than the ghost boy's head.

He chose to rub his body against the other party's face and slid down, the fins and scales that were as sharp as a knife blade all bloomed at this moment, and they were born on the face of the ghost boy, leaving deep scratches on the other party's face, making the originally funny-looking face a little more hideous.

But that's the end of his success.

The bones of the ghost boy's face were terrifyingly hard, as if they were made of iron, and Qiu Ping's fins were slashed on it, and the strong anti-shock force made him feel numb all over his body, and he almost didn't break the fins.

Drops of blood slid down the ghost boy's face, fell into the swamp, and also fell into the ghost boy's mouth.

Blood stained his lips red, the smell of blood bloomed in his mouth, and under the stimulation of blood, the ghost boy went completely insane!

"Goo-goo-goo."

He let out a dull roar, and the blood all over his body flowed more and more, and after a few breaths, the originally bright red blood turned black.

The ghost boy's body quickly dried up, like a corpse that had been dried for a long time.

"Snort."

With the ghost boy as the center, the blood that flowed out seeped into the swamp, making the mud also glow with a strong black, and it was constantly corroding the soil.

"Poisonous!"

Qiu Ping's body accidentally touched a trace of black qi, and that piece of body actually rotted directly. If he hadn't made a quick decision and cut off that piece of flesh and blood, I am afraid it would spread to his whole body.

"It's a big deal now, the ghost boy is completely crazy!" He scratched his head, he knew that the ghost boy would go berserk, and he had just collected some strength.

That's right, the ghost boy has lost his mind.

After he was stimulated, his emotions were completely boiling, and even if he damaged his foundation and lifespan today, he would kill Qiu Ping.

The ghost blood that flowed out of his body had been nurtured by him for decades, and it was also the foundation of his body. Even if he kills Qiu Ping today, his strength will return to the original point, and even his life will be in danger.

Qiu Ping couldn't help retreating in the swamp, he didn't dare to touch the black blood at all, otherwise his body would be rotted.

"This ghost boy is so mad that he pollutes the swamp with his own blood, and I will only end up in a corner. Either you can return or you can surrender. "Qiu Ping has now grown one hundred and sixty-seven qi veins, which is very close to the peak of this realm.

But it's still far from the strength of the ghost boy.

Especially in the face of this crazy ghost boy, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.