Gu Qing simply spread out his divine sense, trying to speed up the concentration of power in the small Five Elements Array, and the golden long sword in his left hand became more and more condensed.

His purpose was clear.

Since the previous plan had come to naught, the only way to do this was to take advantage of the half-quarter of an hour to urge the Golden Sword Rune Treasure and try to grab cultivation resources as much as possible.

The sword light slashed out by Qiu Wanli below fell into the air, and the power was dissipated, turning into a strong wind carrying a five-colored mist, blowing in front of Gu Qing, and being scattered by Gu Qing casually, the momentum of the whole black refining corpse was slightly slow, and there was nowhere to borrow strength in the air, the black refining corpse roared again and again, staring at the hideous red eyes, the black gas around the body was diffuse, and the boulder generally fell downward.

"This refined corpse has become an iron corpse."

Gu Qing's divine sense swept and he realized that this refining corpse had reached the level of an iron corpse, comparable to a late-stage Qi refining cultivator.

Refining corpses is divided into four levels: walking corpses, iron corpses, bronze corpses, silver corpses, and golden corpses, which are comparable to the monks of the False Infant Realm at the highest, if you want to refine an ordinary walking corpse, it is extremely simple, even Gu Qing knows its methods, and only needs to find a corpse with heavier yin qi and better preservation, and it can be refined.

But if you want to refine an iron corpse, it's not so simple.

Just talking about the Yin and Evil Yellow Spring that contains the iron corpse, as well as the blood pool with a large amount of flesh and blood, ordinary cultivators are afraid that they will be terrified when they see it.

Gu Qing's brows furrowed slightly, he raised his eyes to look at the five-colored mottled formation barrier, and a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes.

Afterwards, Gu Qing disregarded the consumption of his own divine soul power, spread out all his divine sense, and suddenly, within a radius of several hundred zhang shrouded by the entire small five-element array, the peak of the Flying Thunder Peak, which had experienced the great battle between the foundation building monks, the miserable peak, and the cultivators scattered around the peak, under the shroud of this small five-element array, all returned to Gu Qing's eyes.

Only a vague place in front of the remaining side was shrouded in a constantly surging black fog, and it was impossible to see clearly.

"The flesh is so strong, there are really a lot of deaths."

Under the shroud of the small five-element array, there were only more than ten monks who were still alive, including Na Mo Ling, Lin Tong and the thin old man, and the churning blood and qi in the array were afraid that the number of monks who had died would far exceed this number, as for the area shrouded in black fog in front of the side......

Gu Qing retracted his senses, his expression indifferent.

He felt that he had reached the eleventh level of spiritual power cultivation in Qi refining, and stretched out his hand to hold Qiu Wanli below.

Airplanes!

Surrounded by the aura emitted by the big bell magic weapon, Qiu Wanli looked at Gu Qing from afar with a gloomy gaze, wanting to speak with his divine sense, and put a few cruel words, but his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw a huge illusory palm condensed above, and in the blink of an eye, this illusory palm was extremely condensed, and even the palm prints could be faintly seen, but Qiu Wanli himself was like he had sunk into the swamp, and it was difficult to move, and even the spiritual light emitted by the big bell magic weapon became sluggish.

Bang!

Qiu Wanli's legs fell into the rocks, and on the slightly sloped mountain, a huge palm print was pressed out.

Suddenly shouted angrily, Qiu Wanli's body was surrounded by black energy, he waved his hand and shot out a spiritual light, and the big bell magic weapon above suddenly spun rapidly, and it was actually forcibly breaking free from Gu Qing's divine sense confinement.

"Broken!"

Immediately, Qiu Wanli's right hand grasped the big knife with a dark black body, his left hand was erected in front of his chest, his body crackled and skyrocketed, he turned into a little giant, all the clothes on his body were shattered, and the black big knife suddenly slashed upward.

Click!

The extremely condensed black mang, only for a moment, separated the huge condensed palm print, that Qiu Wanli actually merged with the human sword, and shot towards Gu Qing above, but he turned around in mid-air and fled towards the area shrouded in black fog in Gu Qing's divine consciousness!

Gu Qing's expression did not fluctuate.

With the help of the speed given by the light feather talisman, Gu Qing dodged, and his figure had already appeared above Qiu Wanli's side, and then the illusory golden long sword in his hand turned and fell towards Qiu Wanli's neck.

Zheng!

Qingxi sword trick, a sword to break the wind!

This is exactly what Gu Qing used to kill that Tong Sandao, one of the several sword techniques he studied in the previous journey, the first form of the Qingxi Sword Technique.

This sword is extremely fast, can cut the wind, can cut the water!

A sword fell, the golden light flashed, and the light and shadow changed.

Qiu Wanli's escape suddenly stopped, and a strong sense of life and death crisis appeared in the bottom of his heart.

Only the ugly cracking sound came from his ears, and the spiritual light emitted by the golden bell magic weapon that covered his body was directly shattered, and the big bell magic weapon was even more mournful, becoming extremely dim, swaying and smashing on the mountain rock, and falling into a deep pit with a bang.

He let out a low snort, and the black qi that enveloped him surged.

Clang!

The black big knife in Qiu Wanli's hand was drawn, Huo Ran slashed with force, slashed the golden sword, and the remaining momentum did not disappear, and he came straight to Gu Qing, Gu Qing After using the sword of the wind, the illusory golden long sword in his hand turned into a false stab forward, and the golden sword qi several zhang long was condensed.

Qingxi Sword Technique, the second style, the long river of sword qi!

Airplanes!

The chilling sword shadow tore apart the mountain, more condensed than the sword shadow of more than ten zhang just now, and went straight to Qiu Wanli.

The sword qi in front of him was vertical and horizontal, and a huge force fell on the black big knife, Qiu Wanli flew upside down uncontrollably, and there was a low cry in his mouth, and then his seven orifices oozed black and red blood at the same time, once this blood water appeared, it burned and turned into blood fire, and the black gas around Qiu Wanli's body, like hot oil drenched in water, surged even more violently.

"Death!"

Qiu Wanli let out a loud roar with his divine sense, and then in less than half a breath, he slashed out dozens of knives.

Gu Qing's eyes flashed slightly, his eyebrows jumped lightly, his eyes were slightly blackened, he squinted his eyes, the criss-crossing swords had arrived in front of him, and the golden long sword in his hand was quickly crushed, and the red-eyed refining corpse on the other side also roared and rushed up.

That Qiu Wanli's expression was solemn, in front of the horizontal knife, his eyes were cold, and looking at the condensation of qi around his body, this person seemed to be preparing a stronger blow.

"The second lotus blossoms."

Gu Qing did not dodge or dodge, feeling that he had reached the twelfth level of spiritual power cultivation of Qi refining, the illusory golden long sword in his hand seemed to turn into countless sword shadows, and in an instant, it turned into a huge pale golden sword qi lotus flower around Gu Qing's body, firmly protecting Gu Qing in it.

After an extremely harsh sound, the violent spiritual power fluctuations dispersed, and the sword qi in the brilliant spiritual light was intertwined with the sword gang, and the nearby mountains and rocks within more than ten zhang all turned into fine powder and were rolled into the air.

After a long time, the aura dissipated.

A cyan light retreated dozens of feet to the side, revealing Gu Qing, whose face was slightly pale, his hand holding the golden illusory long sword trembled slightly, fortunately, the spiritual power in the small five-element array was constantly replenished into the body, and the spiritual power he had lost was recovering at an extremely fast speed.

At this moment, he feels quite strange, he has not used his sword technique to fight the enemy for many years, except for a little jerky, it is inexplicably flustered.

But the spiritual power cultivation is abrupt to the twelfth layer of qi refining, and at this moment, Gu Qing seriously lacks the means to fight the enemy, and there is no magic weapon to use, so he only needs to rely on the lotus sword technique that he has studied in the previous part of the path, as well as the Qingxi sword technique.

After the aura dissipated, Qiu Wanli, who was united with the human sword and stood in the air in place, his expression was extremely gray, there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and the black big knife in his hand turned black and red.

"Ahem...... Poof......"

A trace of blood-colored lines densely covered Qiu Wanli's figure, his face moved slightly, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the black sword light around his body quickly dimmed, and his eyes gradually lost their brilliance.

Immediately, Qiu Wanli's vitality was cut off, and he smashed into the mountain wall of the waves below, turning into minced flesh in mid-air, and blood flowers bloomed.

Qiu Wanli died in the third form of the lotus sword technique used by Gu Qing, the lotus sword qi, that is, the sword move that Gu Qing used to kill the fourth-layer female cultivator of the Qi refining team in the team of He family monks who went to Chihu that day.

There are four styles of the Lotus Sword Technique, and there are only three styles of the Qingxi Sword Technique.

The second lotus open, for the lotus sword trick of the fourth style, is also the only style, the other three styles are the first type of water and sky, the second type of sparkling, the third type of lotus sword qi, as for the Qingxi sword trick, in addition to the first type of wind folding a sword, the second type of sword qi is long, Gu Qing has never performed the third style, called the dragon sword step, for a short distance to move the body.

Gu Qing, who was currently urging the Light Feather Talisman, had no need to use the Dragon Sword Step, and he could only waste his spiritual power if he used it.

"I never thought that with the spiritual power cultivation of the twelfth layer of qi refining, I would use the third form of the Lotus Sword Technique, the Lotus Sword Qi, it would be so powerful." Gu Qing glanced at the blood-blinded iron corpse in the distance, and stretched out his hand to grasp it.

The iron corpse was pinched by a big virtual hand, and he didn't fall off the cliff, and Gu Qing's divine sense was swept away again.

The storage bag that Qiu Wanli, the big knife that somehow turned into blood-red, and the big bell magic weapon with a dim aura were all taken in front of Gu Qing.

As soon as these things were put into the storage bag, along with the iron corpse, Gu Qing's face changed.

He sensed that between the flesh and skin of the back of his neck, the crimson filament of spiritual power wrapped by him with spiritual power had quietly disappeared, which meant that the Venerable Master Zhai Tong, who had cultivated unfathomably and was suspected of being in the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining, had already fallen at this moment!

Taking out the storage bag from the cuff that the Venerable Zhai Tong left the imprint of his divine sense, Gu Qing's eyes moved slightly.

"Sure enough."

On this storage bag, the imprint of the divine consciousness left by the Venerable Zhai Tong that day had also dissipated, and the faint divine soul fluctuations on it dispersed, as if it was being pulled by some strange force, and it was converging towards the area shrouded in black mist in front of Gu Qing's divine sense.

Gu Qing's eyes froze, he raised his head slightly, and glanced at the array disk above that was captured by his divine sense, only to see that at this moment, the array disk of this small five-element array was trembling slightly, as if it was about to get out of his control.

Swish!

Without thinking, Gu Qing turned into a cyan light, wanting to stay away from the area shrouded in black fog in his divine consciousness.

The next moment.

In his divine sense, the area covered by the black fog that he always paid attention to was like the snow under the scorching sun rapidly melting, and a humanoid black shadow of more than ten zhang appeared in it, and this humanoid black shadow more than ten zhang high seemed to be aware of Gu Qing's divine sense, and a pair of blood-red narrow eyes glanced at it indifferently.

An extremely intense pain, like thousands of thunderbolts roaring in his mind, Gu Qing's eyes suddenly dissipated.