"Get out of the way!"

Yan stubbornly stared.

Being able to void the demonic qi and send out an attack, this sand salamander has obviously become a first-order demon beast a long time ago, and Yan Lei is only a second-level qi refining layer, how can he block this tail flick blow!

The green tendons around his body burst out, and Yan stubbornly stepped on the sand with a low roar, rushing towards the sand salamander like flying close to the ground.

Yan Lei only felt that a fierce wind enveloped him, and the phantom of the giant tail had not yet smashed down, and the surrounding wind and sand had been wrapped around him and hit him, and the sand and gravel penetrated his clothes in an instant, tearing open fine wounds between his flesh and skin.

The sharp pain caused Yan Lei's wrist to loosen, and the long sword came out of his hand.

A trace of consternation flashed across his extremely green face, and then a low cracking sound came into his ears, and his eyes went black.

Boom!

A mass of blood-colored flesh slashed through the air and smashed into the yellow sand.

Yan Yan and the other two teenagers, their bodies froze, and they looked up at the black-robed figure that was standing in front of Yan Lei.

Rustling!

The sand salamander that was still alive just now, and the virtual giant tail sent out an attack, at this moment, it had been shattered by a punch to the virtual giant tail, shattering the back, and the whole beast turned into a mass of blood-colored flesh and mud, and its vitality was cut off, and the remnants smashed out of a sand pit of more than ten zhang, and the yellow sand around the sand pit flew away like a huge wave in the sea, and the yellow sand fell one after another, and buried it in Yan Yan and the three teenagers.

The black-robed figure was gone.

"It's him!"

Yan stubbornly muttered to himself.

He recognized this black-robed figure, it was the guy who beat him into the ground six years ago, and it was Gu Qing's subordinate who had a deep blood vendetta.

Yan Lei gasped in shock, but the pain on his body became more and more obvious, he squatted on the sand with his cheeks covered with a painful cry, and the other two teenagers were startled when they saw this, and quickly gathered over.

"Yan Lei, how are you?"

The one who spoke was a soft-looking girl who was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was the one who was called Yan Ya by Yan Yan.

Yan Yan didn't care about Yan Lei.

In short, the injury will not be fatal.

This kid didn't listen to the command, and he was tough against the sand salamander, if it wasn't for that guy's action, this kid would have turned into meat puree at this moment.

He came to the sand pit, and looked at the sand salamander that was slowly buried by the yellow sand, and died in an extremely tragic state, and a trace of gloom flashed in his eyes, the man's men were so strong, and they seemed to see no hope for revenge in the sea of blood.

……

Outside the Red Feather Array, in mid-air, the dragon's spine goshawk continued to chirp, but it was eliminated by the gale and yellow sand.

A black-robed figure stood on the back of the dragon's spine goshawk.

The formation light curtain of the Red Feather Array below quickly cracked open a portal, and the dragon's spine goshawk dived, breaking away from the yellow sand in the sky, shaking the black-robed figure behind him, and fluttering his wings in the Red Feather Array.

Boom!

The black-robed figure smashed to the ground, and in front of him was a pavilion.

In the pavilion, a handsome young man in black leaned against the window, holding an ancient book in his hand, and his expression was slightly sluggish.

As soon as the black-robed figure landed, he took off the hood covering his face, revealing an extremely hideous and terrifying face, and the dense wounds on it turned outward, showing a black state of condensation, obviously accumulating old wounds, and a corpse smell drifted away from the body of the black-robed figure, and the black-robed figure's cloudy and white eyes looked at the black-clothed young man leaning against the window.

His expression could vaguely see a bit of strangeness.

"It's Gu Qing who is leaning there, and I'm also Gu Qing, is this body Gu Qing, or am I Gu Qing?"

The black-robed figure muttered to himself.

His voice was like a clash of gold and iron, and it was extremely harsh and unpleasant.

"This body is me, but I am not this body."

The handsome young man in black jumped out of the window, closed the ancient book in his hand, and his sluggish expression moved slightly.

This conversation is nothing more than a question and a self-answer.

The black-robed figure stood opposite to the black-clothed youth, and then the black-robed figure pointed at the center of the eyebrows of his hideous face, and then a faint gray light cluster swayed out from his eyebrows, returning to the eyebrows of the handsome black-clothed young man.

The expression of the young man in black became smart.

This black-clothed young man is Gu Qing, and the hideous black-robed figure is the iron corpse comparable to a monk in the late stage of qi refining.

Now Gu Qing's cultivation aura is not hidden, he has actually reached the eighth layer of qi refining, and looking at the sense of harmony around him, it is not difficult to see that his cultivation in the eighth layer of qi refining has reached perfection.

This is the result of sixteen years of cultivation in the Stone Tablet Space.

Wang Rong and Jian Yu, who had sent away the inner gate, Gu Qing studied the changes of the three talent bans, and entered the stele space again, finding that the outside world had passed for several months, and the time in the stele space had become faster.

And this time passing faster continues.

Two years after Gu Qing came here, the time flow rate of the stone tablet space had reached the point where the outside world was one day and the inside was three days.

After that, the velocity of time in the stele space stabilized.

Now that six years have passed in the outside world, Gu Qing has been cultivating in the stone tablet space for nearly sixteen years, and now he has successfully pushed his cultivation to the perfection of the eighth layer of qi refining.

This was the limit he had reached in the previous period of his path, when he was cultivating the Golden Yang Gong, and it was also the highest state he had ever reached.

At the moment he faces an even bigger problem.

His cultivation speed was already getting slower and slower.

It stands to reason that as the realm improves, it is normal for cultivation to become slower and slower, but Gu Qing's situation is very different.

The spiritual root qualification is medium to high, and the water is close to fifty percent of the spiritual root spiritual energy affinity, but now the efficiency of cultivation is not even comparable to some inferior spiritual roots, he can feel the spiritual energy he has incorporated into his body, four-fifths of it has disappeared out of thin air, and only one-fifth remains, and he can really come to practice the decanter water and return to the dantian, and improve his cultivation.

The reason for this, Gu Qing has long guessed.

This should be the change brought about by the Great Five Elements Condensing True Magic Method, and when he cultivated in the previous section of the path, he had a faint feeling.

However, it was far less exaggerated than it is today.

The gray light that returned to Gu Qing's eyebrows was the seed of divine consciousness that Gu Qing used to manipulate the iron corpse after he cultivated the corpse control technique, and after cultivating the corpse control technique, he could condense this divine consciousness seed, and he could flexibly control the corpse refining within a certain range.

He had done this many times.

The so-called seed of divine consciousness is formed by the condensation of a small part of the divine soul power, and after this small part of the divine soul power is separated from the body and condensed into the seed of divine consciousness, it can echo Gu Qing's ontology from afar, but it needs Gu Qing to control with most of his mind, and it is because of his expression that he will appear a little sluggish, and the farther away this kind of manipulation, the longer the seed of divine consciousness is out of the body, and the greater the loss of the monk's divine soul power,

"Not surprisingly, the big Yue magic weapon was exchanged for six hundred lower-grade spirit stones, plus other miscellaneous things, a total of one thousand one hundred and twenty lower-grade spirit stones, and after purchasing a bottle of melting spirit pill, there are still five hundred and eighty lower-grade spirit stones left."

Taking the storage bag handed over by the iron corpse, Gu Qing was slightly tired, and he rubbed his eyebrows to check a few things in the storage bag.

This is the last bit of harvest he got after killing the monks and barbarians of the original Jiudazhai, and in the past few years, he has scattered and sold everything that can be sold except for some spiritual runes drawn by himself.

Even some of the basic pills in the storage bag, as well as a bunch of storage bags of different sizes of content, have all been sold.

And the elixir and spirit stones in exchange have also been exhausted in the long-term cultivation, which is also one of the reasons why he can only lean against the window and hold an ancient book called 'Beize Travels' to read endlessly before the iron corpse returns.

Without spirit stones, the efficiency of cultivation is very low.

Another reason is that most of his mind is manipulating the iron corpse, whether it is painting spirit talismans or doing other things, he is powerless.

Gu Qing felt the seed of divine consciousness sink into his sea of consciousness, and next to the first-order rune seed that had been completely condensed, his eyes showed a look of thought.

Over the years, he has had gains and losses.

When he had cultivated in the stele space for twelve years, his cultivation had already reached the consummation realm of the seventh layer of qi refining, and after that, he noticed that his cultivation speed had increased extremely slowly, so he decisively took the barrier breaking pill, and luckily broke through his cultivation to the eighth layer of qi refining, and after nearly four years of cultivation, he consumed all the remaining cultivation resources before he piled up his cultivation to the eighth layer of qi refining.

Although he had reached the perfection of the eighth layer of Qi refining, he was already destitute.

One more thing.

The cultivation of jade crystal rice failed.

Even the second-order spiritual field soil and second-order spiritual spring water that he purchased for a thousand lower grade spirit stones in the Huifeng Valley Cultivation Workshop were also lost, and then counting the jade crystal rice that he spent eight hundred grade spirit stones to auction at the auction held by Xiangjia in Chihu Fang, together, he lost 1,800 lower-grade spirit stones this time, and rested on the monks in the late stage of ordinary qi refining, and it is estimated that he will go crazy if he loses so many spirit stones at once.

Gu Qing was also in pain for a long time before he recovered.

"Wang Tuozi's words are somewhat credible......"

Waving his hand to put away the iron corpse in front of him, Gu Qing touched his chin and frowned slightly.

At this moment, he was recalling the ancient Xiudong Mansion that he had heard about manipulating the iron corpse in the Xiuzhenfang City of the Wang family's tribe, at the place of Wang Tuozi, an old Qi refining late-stage cultivator of the Wang family.

Wang Tuozi is in the Xiuzhenfang City of the Wang tribe, and invites 'fellow Taoists of Tianbei County' to go to a secret place in the Beize Countries, according to Wang Tuozi's cultivation, there are several ancient monks' caves in the secret places of the Beize Countries.

The so-called ancient monks are the collective names of monks in ancient times, middle ages, and ancient times, and are commonly used to refer to monks who were 10,000 years old.

"No matter how credible this Xiu's words are, in a few days, I will leave this place temporarily and go to the Beize countries."

Gu Qing transferred all the contents of the storage bag in his hand to his storage bag containing ten square spaces, and then stuffed the storage bag into the cuffs, and now he only has these two storage bags left, one is his storage bag containing ten square space, which is used to hold his net worth, and the other is this storage bag containing four square space, which is placed in the cuffs for backup.

Afterwards, Gu Qing walked around the Red Feather Formation with his hands in his hands.

The two thousand zhang radius of this red feather array, there are eight hundred zhang square circle divided into those original nine villages, and now the Yan family uses it, and the remaining space still seems extremely empty, especially after Zhen Jiulong left, most of the spirit plants were left uncared for and withered, leaving only a blood-colored vine growing wildly, which had grown everywhere, and several verdant hills in the original array were covered by this vine, showing a red color like blood.

It contrasted with the dark red formation light curtain.

Gu Qing didn't have the idea of cleaning up, it was too much of a waste of time, and besides, he didn't want to do it now.

Stepping on the soft blood-colored vines, Gu Qing soon came to the formation light curtain he had divided into the land of the Yan family, after he practiced the formation plate, he was able to manipulate the formation arbitrarily, this array of light curtain was from the formation light curtain of the Red Feather Array, a part of the division, showing an irregular shape, the deepest part of the ground was a few zhang into the ground, and the highest point was more than eight hundred zhang, like a huge bowl upside down on the ground.

Previously, he saved the young man of the Yan family, but he did it easily.

If he wanted to save it, he naturally saved it.

If this person of the Yan family is not interested in the future, he will just refine all of them into blood pills to improve the physical strength of the iron corpse.

With a step, Gu Qing's figure fled forward.

The light curtain that enveloped the Yan family cracked a gap, and Gu Qing turned into a ball of white gas and submerged into it, and his eyes were cheerful.

The delicate stockade, built one after another on the hillside, by the side of a few ponds dug under the col, there are still many children playing, Gu Qing looked at it from afar, there was no intention of hiding his breath, and soon there were more than 20 figures, rushing towards his direction.

"Your Excellency."

"Your Excellency."

More than two dozen figures looked upward, stepping on the flying sword as thin as a cicada's wings, a young man dressed in black.

"If you have something important, inform me with this sound transmission jade note."

Gu Qing quietly glanced at the more than twenty people below, his eyes were mainly focused on a few tall and strong barbarians, and then he threw out a diamond-shaped sound transmission jade talisman, and among the twenty or so figures, the seventh-level old man who had cultivated the highest qi refining quickly reached out and caught it.

"Yes."

"I also want to thank the steward's subordinates, who rescued Yan Lei earlier, Yan Lei, thank the steward quickly."

The old man smiled all over his face and pulled Yan Lei on the side.

Then, the old man pressed the back of the neck of the young man who had been instilled with a lot of 'Gu Devil's thoughts by Yan Yan, and forced him to bow down and thank him.

"Not necessarily."

Gu Qing's indifferent eyes swept over Yan Lei's stubborn face.