After the shock, all the cultivators fell silent.

"Senior Wang, there are still important matters in the lower family, so leave for the time being!"

"My old friend has recently visited, so I won't stay here for long."

"Fellow Daoists, the concubine under gave birth to a child, and now she has a difficult birth, and I want to rush back to see her for the last time, goodbye!"

Immediately, many monks in the early and middle stages of Qi refining took out the sound transmission jade talisman, and each said that they wanted to leave because of something, and a considerable number of monks did not say a word, turned around and left.

Gu Qing and the other six also exchanged glances.

The bamboo pole monk Zhuo Chi showed a look of retreat and hesitated for a moment.

"In such an evil place, the blood-colored miasma is like a living thing, it is really unheard of, and the Daoist friend of the sixth layer of Qi refining has not been able to resist at all, and he has been seriously injured, I think we should think about it in the long run." He spoke in a deep voice.

The fat monk Zhao Wu with buck teeth and the short monk Dou Qianju with bulging eyes were a little hesitant, Gu Changxing had a contemplative look in his eyes, but Pei Ying, a female monk with a yin and yang face, was already bowing her head, and like many monks around, she walked forward.

Gu Qing didn't respond either.

His gaze fell on Wang Tuozi.

"All Daoist friends in the early stage of Qi refining, follow Senior Wang to walk in front!"

"With the king's predecessors opening the way, what else do you have to fear?"

"I'm willing to cut off for you!"

Within a few breaths of the bamboo pole monk Zhuo Chi's words, there were more than a dozen monks in the middle stage of Qi refining and those two late stage Qi refining cultivators, and they tacitly forced all the cultivators who wanted to leave back.

Later, Gu Qing, Zhuo Chi and other monks in the early stage of Qi refining were either forced or took the initiative to step into the realm of the Liuji Mountain.

The sixth-layer Qi refining cultivator who had been stripped of most of the skin and flesh around his body had been removed from his body before, but now he had become a hideous skeleton, his vitality was completely cut off, his jaw was wide open, his blood-colored skull was headed, his eye sockets were slightly deformed, and blood-colored mist was floating around his body.

When Gu Qing passed by the wreckage, he roughly glanced at the blood-colored mist that drifted above the wreckage with the corner of his eye.

His expression was slightly solemn.

As he walked into this Liuji Mountain area, the blood-colored miasma around him was like a dark cloud pressing on his heart, and he only felt that the spiritual power in his body seemed to be a little sluggish, but as he sensed it carefully, this stagnation disappeared.

It's quirky.

Gu Qing quietly condensed his divine sense into a trace and probed into the blood-colored mist that drifted on the wreckage, but abruptly withdrew it halfway.

……

Among the two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators in the back, the tenth-layer Qi Refining Cultivator with vicious eyes and long hair scattered like withered tree roots, his eyes swept over the hideous remains, and then he stretched out his hand in the air, and a few wisps of light gray spiritual power condensed into silk threads, which could not be missed with the filaments of Gu Qing's divine sense, penetrated the blood-colored mist, explored a little from the hideous wreckage, and quickly retrieved the two storage bags.

This tenth-level Qi refining monk was overjoyed.

But before this Xiu waved his hand to put away the two storage bags, a brutal spiritual power came from the side, directly swept away one of the storage bags, and his eyes suddenly froze.

He turned his head and stared at the stiff-faced, tall Qi Refining Ninth Layer Cultivator on the side with a poisonous snake-like gaze.

"Daoyou Du Gang, what do you mean?"

"Unintentionally." The cultivator of the ninth layer of qi refining, who was called Du Gang, grinned, and responded with an urn voice, "It's just a matter of ability, if Qi Yun Daoyou wants to do it, Du will accompany him to the end." ”

Hearing this, Qi Yun glanced at Du Gang deeply, sneered in his heart, and turned his head without saying a word to follow the cultivators in front of him.

……

Chaotic and dull footsteps, muffled conversations, more than 100 monks followed behind Wang Tuozi, stepping on the muddy blood-colored mountain road, through the five hundred miles of flowing mountains.

The more than two groups of more than 10,000 people who were fighting in the depths of the Liuji Mountain in the distance had been covered by the blood-colored miasma that filled the mountain and disappeared from the eyes of the cultivators.

Soon, a pale black rain line fell, and the sky was obscured by dark clouds at some point, and the blood-colored miasma in the middle of the mountain seemed to merge with the dark clouds in the sky.

The rain with a strong fishy smell smashed between the barren rocks on both sides, and merged into piles of scattered bones, which were washed by the rain, revealing the color of blood, and streams of blood seeped out, flowing down the mountain along the texture of the rocks.

Compared with the previous rush speed, their rush speed at this moment can be described as turtle speed.

With the experience of the sixth-layer Qi refining cultivator in front of them, none of them dared to rashly try to speed up, but just followed behind Wang Tuozi and walked forward slowly.

Like the other monks around him who showed the aura of protecting their bodies, Gu Qing's body also swayed with white aura, like a cloud of white mist enveloping him, and the black rain line could not get close.

Under the shrouded white mist, Gu Qing stretched out his hand to catch a drop of black rain, and a trace of divine sense quietly probed into it.

Suppressed, struggling, howling......

Dozens of indissipating obsessions made Gu Qing raise his eyebrows.

"This rain...... The obsession of the remnant soul? ”

He looked up into the distance.

The dark clouds that fused with the blood-colored miasma above the sky churned violently like a pot of hot oil drenched in cold water.

Gu Qing retracted his gaze.

Wang Tuozi in front of him had stopped, looked at the black rain curtain with an extremely solemn face, and said in a deep voice: "Repair in place, be on guard, and wait for the rain to stop before moving forward." ”

"What do you mean by what Senior Wang said?"

"It's just a rain, why should we wait for the monks!"

The cultivators who followed behind spoke one after another.

Among them, there was a white-haired cultivator with eight layers of qi refining, and his brows were slightly furrowed; "Although this rain is a bit evil, it can't threaten monks like us, and Senior Wang seems to be hiding something."

With a somewhat strange smile on Wang Tuozi's face, he looked back at the cultivators: "Concealment? The old man doesn't seem to have revealed a little bit of the situation here to you, since you are coming to those ancient cultivation caves, you just need to know that the nine deaths and life that the old man said before is not a lie. ”

As he spoke, Wang Tuozi stood with his hands in his hands, and continued to speak: "Yinfeng Ridge is at the end of the five hundred miles of flowing mountains, if you want to rush by yourself, the old man will not stop you. ”

As Wang Tuozi's words fell, the rain became heavier and heavier, and his figure became blurred in the black rain curtain until it was not visible.

None of the cultivators spoke again, and they all waited in place.

Zhuo Chi was slightly distracted when he heard this.

He secretly pondered Wang Tuozi's thoughts, but before he could come up with a reason, he felt a tingling pain in his back.

"Hiss......"

He was a spirit, and then he realized that his protective spiritual power had been silently corroded by the rain, and the black rain fell on his back, like a red-hot soldering iron, and suddenly imprinted on his back, and the severe pain made his expression slightly distorted.

Looking at the rain curtains on both sides, Gu Qing and the other five people who were originally beside him were all blurred, like a strange black tree in a strange posture, he used his spiritual power to relieve the severe pain in his back, took out a spirit rune with a yellow luster, and put it on his chest.

A yellowish light shrouded Zhuo Chi in it.

"Brother Lin? Pei Daoyou? ”

Zhuo Chi shouted a few times, but there was no response.

He frowned slightly, took a few steps forward, came to the side of a black figure, and looked at it, only to feel a cool air surging into his heart.

It's a strange tree.

It was as if the black bones had been planted in the ground, and several human heads with half of their faces intact had grown, and strands of weed-like hair hung down on the ground, and they retreated again and again after just one glance at Zhuo Chi.

After a violent gasp, Zhuo Chi coughed up a mouthful of black blood, and then he felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly declining.

Zhuo Chi secretly said in his heart that it was not good.

He patted the storage bag on his waist and took out a bottle of cyan elixir for healing, and when he opened the cork, he saw that the elixir inside was rapidly rotting, turning into a blood-colored thin mist and scattering, and the yellowish light around him flickered violently.

The vial had been corroded and melted, and the blood-colored mist spread between his flesh and skin, but it was blocked by a yellowish light and drifted in all directions.

That's when Takuchi realized something.

He shook his hand and threw away the pill bottle that had been more than half corroded and melted in his hand, and then held his breath and collected the breath around him.

Sensing the decline of the spiritual power in his body, it really slowed down a lot, and the bamboo pole monk Zhuo Chi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

……

Zhuo Chi, who was dancing with his hands, attracted Gu Qing's attention.

Gu Qing's gaze was somewhat strange.

Like this bamboo pole cultivator Zhuo Chi, many of the other Qi refining early stage cultivators also fell into a situation of dancing with their hands, and some even took off their clothes on the spot, curled up in the blood-colored mud, and even snored after a while.

Gu Qing's figure stood in place, not moving.

The white body protection aura did not fluctuate for half a minute under the black rain line, and he could feel the sluggishness of the spiritual power in his body, which was an extremely special feeling, not that the spiritual power in his body was escaping, but that the spiritual power in his body was being suppressed by some kind of force.

While waiting, Gu Qing's divine sense separated a few wisps and probed around

Under the cover of the black rain curtain, the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying was slightly sensitive, she looked sideways at Gu Qing's position, a little moved, but in the end she still didn't reveal her divine sense, after all, her divine sense was much weaker than this one.

After hesitating for a while, she passed the sound towards Gu Qing.

"Lin Daoyou, would you like to cooperate with the little girl?"

Gu Qing's expression moved slightly.

He glanced at the yin and yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying on the side with the corner of his eye, this woman was not far from him, not close to you, and a thin black shadow could be faintly seen through the rain curtain alone, and he thought for a moment.

"Yes."

Gu Qing's voice was very brief.

At this time, Zhuo Chi, a bamboo pole monk on the side, had taken out a bottle of pills, and was staring at the pill bottle with a shocked face, he shook his hand and threw the bottle of pills on the ground, and then squatted slightly, held his breath, restrained his breath, and finally calmed down his shocked expression.

"In this black raindrop, it seems to be integrated into the obsession of those dead soldiers on the Liuji Mountain, Brother Zhuo should be affected by these persistent obsessions and fell into some kind of illusion."

Pei Ying's voice sounded in Gu Qing's ears.

"Yes, yes."

Gu Qing's voice response was still brief.

"This senior of the Wang family invited me to come here with ulterior motives, the Yin Feng Ridge is extremely dangerous, and the more than 100 monks on this trip, I am afraid that they can only survive partially, but with the cooperation of Brother Lin and the little woman, the little woman's confidence has increased greatly."

Pei Ying was another transmission.

"Carry love."

Gu Qing responded perfunctorily.

Pei Ying's gaze looked over, even if she couldn't penetrate the black rain curtain through the naked eye, Gu Qing could still sense her gaze.

Gu Qing's face did not change, he took out a piece of the lower grade spirit stone of the water genus, and stood up to breathe, these days, the spiritual power he consumed in his hurry was very small, but it was also somewhat consumed.

The rain lasted less than two quarters of an hour, and the moment the rain stopped, the squatting figure of the bamboo pole monk Zhuo Chi was agitated, and his frightened and sluggish expression disappeared, and he let out a long breath.

Dreamland.

Luckily, it's a fantasy.

This scene happened to many Qi refining pre-stage cultivators.

It is worth mentioning that among the six people including Gu Qing, only Zhuo Chi fell into an illusion, and Gu Qing, Pei Ying, Gu Changxing and other five people looked at each other, all with a bit of deep meaning.

"Hahaha......"

"Why is Brother Zhuo so embarrassed?"

"It must have been careless, not prepared."

"The rain line that falls towards Brother Zhuo is relatively dense......"

"Don't make fun of Brother Zhuo!"

Several people looked at each other and smiled, and each said something in their mouths.

Zhuo Chi, the bamboo pole monk who was laughed at, turned slightly red, he took off the spirit talisman attached to his chest but failed to urge it, picked up the bottle of elixir that was thrown on the ground, and touched his nose.

He was just about to say a few words, but the cultivators were in a bit of a commotion.

The eyes of the six were cast.

I saw that a few zhang away from the side, there was a four-layer Qi refining cultivator who had taken off his clothes and was lying in the blood-colored mud, curled up into a ball and wailed in a low voice, the skin and flesh around this cultivation somehow grew together, like a pool of melted candles, and the lips that were glued together were torn open by him with great effort, and the blood-colored mucus was muttering outward, and the cultivators scattered in disgust.

Rao is Gu Qing's state of mind for more than a hundred years, and he felt a little cold.

It didn't take long for this miserable monk to die, and his storage bag was put away by a fast-eyed seventh-layer Qi refining cultivator.

In the distance, the earth-shattering shouts of killing were heard, and teams of iron horsemen rushed towards the depths of Liuji Mountain from another direction, and after a while, the army that penetrated the sky spread from a distance.

The expressions of the cultivators were somewhat strange, the black rain of the people, even their monks would fall into hallucinations after being broken through the protective aura, how could the ordinary soldiers not be affected?

"Keep going."

Wang Tuozi glanced at the spreading army a few times, pulled the corners of his mouth imperceptibly, turned around and continued on his way.