The rain gradually weakened, and over the dark green and yellow mountain forest, a cyan retreat swirled a few times and smashed into a slightly higher mountain col.

The light disappeared, wearing the simple armor made of the vajra talisman, Gu Qing, whose left eye was blood-red and his left arm was weakly drooping, revealed his figure, and under the impact of the landing, he staggered and sat on the ground, and thought flashed in his intact right eye.

Reach out to catch the falling raindrops, slightly cool.

Gu Qing struggled to mobilize his divine sense.

At the moment, his divine soul was seriously injured, and every time he mobilized his divine sense, it was very difficult, and it would aggravate the injury of his divine soul.

On the seriously injured body, there were circles of black-red blood, which was collected by his divine sense, and it was held in his right palm, this was the blood that was suspected to be the tall and giant cultivator of the ancient demon, after being slashed by the golden sword rune treasure, Gu Qing had intentionally gathered some before.

"Ancient Demon ......"

He spit out these two words hoarsely, and a trace of extremely deep luster flashed in Gu Qing's intact right eye.

Then he took out a rough jade bottle from the storage bag in his arms, crushed the pill in it at will, and put the black and red blood into it, the rough jade bottle seemed to be unable to bear, cracked, he didn't care, and directly took the cracked rough jade bottle back into the storage bag.

By the way, the two second-order spirit runes that Gu Qing had taken out earlier also withdrew into the storage bag in his arms.

These two second-order lower-grade spirit runes, one of which is a void-breaking talisman, can be condensed into twelve sky-breaking sword qi, which is unstoppable by idle late-stage qi refining monks, and the other is a golden armor talisman, which can be turned into a golden armor that protects the body, which can resist the onslaught of monks in the Great Perfection Realm of idle qi refining for more than a quarter of an hour.

"It's a pity for this vajra talisman."

Gu Qing glanced at the simple armor glowing with golden light on his body, his divine sense retracted his eyebrows, at this moment, the cyan luster of the light feather spirit rune on his body had become much weaker, and in less than a quarter of an hour, it would lose its effectiveness.

As for the golden sword rune treasure......

Gu Qing stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and a dull rune paper appeared in his hand, and this golden sword rune treasure had just run out of power.

With a wave of his hand, he put the exhausted golden knife rune treasure into the storage bag in his arms, turned his head, and looked behind him.

"Right now, this mountain forest is nearly five hundred miles away from that Flying Thunder Peak, so the Suspicious Array is enough, if the suspected ancient demon cultivator can sense his own blood and track it, I shouldn't have imagined that I will go to the Flying Thunder City under the Flying Thunder Peak from another direction." Gu Qing pondered, then turned into cyan light again and disappeared into mid-air.

There is no chance of chance.

Gu Qing didn't have the idea of putting his net worth and life in the hands of others, no matter whether the suspected ancient demon cultivator would track it down or not, he would act according to the worst scenario, and there was no big mistake in caution.

……

In Feilei City under the rain curtain, the city gate was closed, leaving only a one-person-wide crack in the door, and in the bamboo shed on the side, several city guards were in full swing eating meat and drinking.

No one noticed, and a cloud of blue light flashed through the city gates.

Outside the Spring Festival Building, there is an endless stream of guests riding various colors of oil paper umbrellas.

Even if the wind and rain are so fierce, they can't stop the footsteps of the dignitaries, businessmen and wealthy families who come here for recreation.

The blue light quietly swept through an alley outside the Yingchun Building.

in the alleys.

The two young girls who were playing on the umbrella only felt a flower in front of them, and there seemed to be a cold wind blowing beside them, and they each shivered.

I found a small courtyard full of wild grass, and Qingguang climbed over the wall.

The blue light dissipated, revealing Gu Qing, whose face was pale and defeated, he took a big circle with a light feather talisman, and returned to the Flying Thunder City near the Flying Thunder Peak, preparing to repair here for a few days, and then went to Chihu in a high-profile manner as a high-ranking disciple of the Idle Crane Sect, and returned to the Wind Valley on the mountain cloud boat to his home.

The houses in the desolate courtyard are exquisitely built.

Gu Qing cheered up, dragged his seriously injured body, and forcibly supported around the house, breaking into a few early warning prohibitions, and then found the most humble house, took out the futon and the smoke screen array from the storage bag containing ten square spaces in his arms, and sat cross-legged.

Embedding the smoke screen array into two wood-attribute lower-grade spirit stones, the cyan smoke rose up, enveloping Gu Qing in it, isolating the divine sense of the outside world, and the noisy sound of wind and rain, Gu Qing exhaled lightly.

His eyelids seemed to be as heavy as ten thousand pounds, but he still beat his spirit.

Glancing at his hanging left arm, Gu Qing frowned slightly, he first took out the eleven storage bags he got on this trip from the storage bag containing ten square spaces in his arms, and carefully probed them with his divine sense, and then from these eleven storage bags, the storage bag of Qiu Wanli, he found five storage bags, and in the storage bag of Zhou Tong, he found a storage bag, so there were eighteen storage bags in front of him.

Coupled with the two storage bags in his sleeves, the broken storage bag on his waist, and the storage bag containing ten square spaces in his arms, the storage bags that Gu Qing currently has have reached as many as twenty-one.

It's a pity that except for Qiu Wanli's storage bags, which also contain ten square spaces, the rest of the storage bags, the largest ones are only five square spaces, Gu Qing put these storage bags in front of him, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the storage bag can also be stored in another storage bag, it is likely to cause problems to cause the storage bag to disintegrate, because monks often only briefly put one storage bag into another storage bag when it is critical.

Gu Qing's eyes were already full of overlapping shadows, and a large number of Venus appeared from time to time, and the range of movements was slightly larger, and it was blackened for a while.

Half of his body had regained some consciousness, but his body was already a big pot of porridge.

As the power of that first-order mid-grade vajra talisman was exhausted, the simple armor glowing with golden light on Gu Qing's body had disappeared.

He tore open the green shirt that was fused with the blood scab, and looked at the dense wounds on his body, the blood-colored wounds were black and purple at the moment, and the skin and flesh were turned out, which was extremely hideous and terrifying.

These wounds were forcibly closed by Gu Qing with spiritual power, so that there was no blood spilling, compared to these external wounds, the injuries in his visceral compartment were more serious, and the simple gasping was like a bellows agitation, and the rise and fall of his chest was accompanied by bursts of unspeakable pain.

"The injuries on the bright side don't seem to be a cause for concern, the left eye and left arm have not been completely destroyed, and the few broken ribs have been pulled out of the organs when they were on the road, but the fragments of the golden illusory long sword, and some of the lotus sword qi remain in the body, coupled with the serious injury of the divine soul, it is extremely difficult to mobilize the divine consciousness......"

"It is not easy to recover from this injury."

Gu Qing was still indifferent in his heart.

His injuries at the moment are certainly miserable.

But in fact, the focus was on the golden sword of the small five-element array, the debris that turned into debris after shattering, and some of the fine lotus sword qi, which was suspected to be an ancient demon cultivator, punched into his limbs and hundreds of bones.

The golden illusory long sword, that is, the sword of the golden line, was condensed by the killing power of the small five-element array, absorbing a considerable part of the aura of the entire small five-element array, and the debris it turned into after it shattered, if it exploded in Gu Qing's body, he was afraid that he would be directly blown to pieces, and his body would be destroyed.

As for some of the finely fragmented lotus sword qi, it was Gu Qing who used the power of the small five elements array to push his cultivation to the twelfth layer of qi refining before he used the third form of the lotus sword technique to trigger it, even if it was pressed into his body by the cultivation of the suspected ancient demon, only a very small part of it, if it broke out, Gu Qing would only face a way to die.

He was not a monk of the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining, but he suffered an injury that all monks of the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining had a headache.

If you want to recover from your injuries, you can only use your divine sense to first remove the fragments of the golden sword, and the fine lotus sword qi attached to the muscles and bones, and the power of the divine soul that needs to be consumed to control the divine consciousness so accurately can be called terrifying.

Without any hesitation, Gu Qing's heart moved slightly, and he took out dozens of taels of spiritual sand of the water genus and held it, his eyes closed slightly.

He first mobilized the residual spiritual power in the dantian, and went all out to refine the Yushu Pill he had taken before, feeling the power of the pill to warm and nourish his soul, and after calming down for more than ten breaths, Huo Ran mobilized his divine sense, condensed all of it into his body, and cleaned up the debris of the Golden Sword and the lotus sword qi.

The pain of overdrawing the power of the divine soul was like peeling the skin and cramping at the beginning, a thousand knives, and the harshest punishment in the world, but that's it.

The most shallow fragments of the Golden Movement Sword and the Lotus Sword Qi came out from Gu Qing's wounds, floating in front of him.

As time passed, the pain deepened again.

If he was captured by an evil monk and refined his soul with secret methods day and night, even Gu Qing's state of mind for more than a hundred years was a little unbearable for such severe pain, his body trembled slightly, and streams of red blood flowed uncontrollably from the wounds around his body, soaked into the futon, and seeped into the cracks of the floor tiles.

The deeper layer of Jin Xing Sword fragments and lotus sword qi, as blood overflowed from the wound on Gu Qing's chest, dyed with wisps of crimson, and they also floated in front of him, blending and intertwining with the Jin Xing Sword fragments and lotus sword qi that had been pulled out of his body before.

In the end, the pain disappeared, and Gu Qing seemed to have lost all consciousness.

The five senses, which were strong and keen because of the soul on weekdays, were forcibly closed, and a black light lit up around him, and an illusory Gu Qing revealed several feet of his physical body, his face was struggling, as if he was about to leave his body.

"Poof!"

A mouthful of blood mixed with broken organs spurted out from Gu Qing's slightly lowered head.

The fragments of the Golden Sword, which was suspected to be an ancient demon cultivator, were pressed into his internal organs with fist wind, and the fragments of the Golden Sword, which were hidden in the deepest wound, suddenly turned into a dazzling golden light, which came out of his mouth and pierced into the floor tiles like sharp arrows, leaving only a deep hole with white gas.

Gu Qing, who looked illusory, also sank into his body again as he forced out the last fragment of the Golden Sword.

The five senses returned, and Gu Qing's Huo Ran opened his eyes.

He looked at the fragments of the Golden Sword and the lotus sword qi in front of him that were captured by his divine sense, and turned into two irregular spheres glowing with faint golden light, reached out and picked up a storage bag at random, and forcibly put these two irregular spheres with a faint golden light into it.

Immediately after that, his consciousness suddenly retracted from his eyebrows, as if it had disappeared, and his consciousness was about to fall into darkness, and he bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of essence blood was contained in his mouth, turning into a blood flame and burning.

Gu Qing closed his eyes tightly.

He clenched the spiritual sand in his hand, urging the spiritual power that turned into blood in the dantian, and refining the two Baibi Pills in his body with all his might.

Blood Burning Secret Technique, as the name suggests, is a method of burning essence blood and enhancing spiritual power, this Blood Burning Secret Technique is widely spread in the cultivation world, and the simplicity of use is one of the reasons, and the other reason is practicality.

Whether it's fighting, or healing.

After casting the Blood-Burning Secret Technique, the spiritual power in the body will turn into blood color with the monk's burning essence blood, and the blood-colored spiritual power will suddenly increase by three or four percent compared to the ordinary spiritual power, not only when fighting the method, it can have a great effect, but even the refining elixir and sacrificial refining weapons, as well as the refining of spiritual sand and spirit stones, can all be greatly increased with the performance of the Blood-Burning Secret Technique.

As for its drawbacks.

Consuming too much essence and blood will not only make the monk who casts the Burning Blood Secret Technique very weak for a while, but it will even consume the vitality of the caster, shortening the life span of the caster.

With the refining of the two Baibi Pills, Gu Qingqian's body was full of white gas, enveloping him in it, and the dozens of taels of water spiritual sand he held in his hand gradually turned gray.

In the small courtyard covered with grass, there was a dead silence.

Outside the cyan smoke of the smoke screen, it was the moon in the middle of the sky, and the Spring Festival Tower of the Flying Thunder City was brightly lit and full of people.