A day later, the blood-colored miasma still shrouded the heads of the cultivators, and it seemed that the hideous beast that would pounce down at any moment.

Everything has a process of adaptation.

Now the cultivators also know that the blood-colored miasma will not fall, so naturally there is not much fear, and in the first half of the five-hundred-mile flowing mountain, the cultivators have passed through safely.

The Black Rain cultivators have experienced a few more battles, and with their previous experience, the cultivators have wrapped themselves extremely tightly with their body protection spiritual power every time, and even many monks have used defensive magic weapons, but no more monks have died.

Zhuo Chi didn't fall into the illusion again.

This bamboo pole monk Zhuo Chi was also a little cautious, he had been leading Gu Qing, Pei Ying and the other five people to walk in the corner of the far right of all the cultivators, and there were monks in the early stage of qi refining on the front and left.

The second half of the 500-mile mountain is much stronger than the first half of the outer mountain of bones and flesh and blood.

At least not so horrible as much.

The blood-colored miasma floating around the mountains is darker, but the rocks and mud have not changed color, and the mountains are no longer bare, there are many more lush trees and flowers, at first glance, if you can ignore the blood-colored miasma above such as thick clouds, the scenery is okay, but Gu Qing is a little puzzled, how can flowers and plants grow in this kind of place.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Especially the few flowers and plants in the blood-colored miasma not far ahead, not only are they extremely good, but they also exude a lustre.

"That's ...... Bone Spirit Flower! And the Red Blood Grass! ”

A fifth-level Qi refining cultivator pointed to those flowers and plants and exclaimed in a low voice.

"What?"

"Bone Spirit Flower, isn't this an extremely rare second-grade elixir? It is rumored that even if you pick it and eat it raw, you can refine the bones of your body! ”

"And that red blood grass, it's also a second-grade elixir!"

The so-called second-grade elixir is the medicinal material used to refine the second-grade elixir, and after the cultivators saw these second-grade elixirs, their eyes were red one by one, and even Wang Tuozi, who was the highest cultivator in the field, was a little red.

He didn't see these things last time, could it be that he went the wrong way last time? Although the treasures in Yinfeng Ridge are better, the few second-grade elixirs in front of them are not much worse.

"Fellow Daoists, be quiet! These elixir old men are the ones who take the lion, occupy the lion's share, and the rest will be distributed to all Daoists according to their cultivation, even if you can't trust me, can't you still trust my Tianbei County Wang family? ”

With a flick of his body, Wang Tuozi blocked in front of the blood-colored miasma that shrouded those second-grade elixirs, and with a flick of his big sleeves, an invisible force swept away all the many monks who tried to get close to those second-grade elixirs.

Burst!

A cultivator who was cultivating at the fourth level of qi refining was shattered on the spot to protect his spiritual power, blood spurted wildly from his mouth, rolled down the mountain col and fell into a blood-colored miasma, and with a pop, the flesh and blood around his body fell off, and he died of hatred in the miserable pain.

"Wang Tuozi! Thou hast done so cruel to my nephew! ”

A white-haired monk with the eighth layer of qi refining roared angrily, his eyes were about to split, and the aura around his body suddenly soared to the ninth layer of qi refining, and he shot at Wang Tuozi with all his strength in anger.

Wang Tuozi smiled disdainfully, but then his color changed suddenly.

Na Du Gang and Qi Yun each sacrificed their magic weapons, and tacitly joined forces to attack, echoing the gray-haired monk from afar.

The three late-stage Qi refining cultivators fought with Wang Tuozi.

Gu Qing and the other six had already retreated far away, their expressions were different at the moment, and the monks in the field had quickly divided into several groups, and the six of them were the weakest of the several waves of monks on the surface.

Persimmon naturally to find a soft pinch.

"You, go up and get those elixirs back."

A cold voice sounded in the ears of the thin, bulging-eyed monk Dou Qian.

Dou Qian turned his head in a panic and looked at the seventh-layer female cultivator of Qi Refining who spoke out, this seventh-layer female cultivator of Qi Refining was the cultivator of the Cyclamen Restaurant in the Wang Family Tribe, in Xiuzhenfang City, and ridiculed Gu Qing and the others.

"Fellow Daoist, that blood-colored miasma ......"

Dou Qian, a thin monk with bulging eyes, said with a smile on his face.

"I dare to call my mother a Taoist friend, and I don't pee and take a picture, what kind of virtue do I have! I went to pick those elixirs for the old lady, and the old lady didn't want to say it again. "This female cultivator of the seventh layer of Qi refining has a little more murderous intent on her face when she hears this.

The protruding-eyed short monk Dou Qian, and the fat monk Zhao Wu with buckteeth, both looked at each other, both a little helpless.

"Dare to rub ......"

This female cultivator of the seventh level of Qi refining flashed a trace of disdain on her face.

"Done her!"

An indescribable strange sound rhythm came, and then the female cultivator of the seventh layer of Qi refining stared, her head and body were separated, she smashed on the ground and rolled a few times, and stopped in front of Gu Qing.

Her lips opened and closed slightly, and the nun flashed dazed in her eyes, and then her pupils dilated, and her face froze with a bit of murderous intent and disdain.

Dou Qian and Zhao Wu have revealed their true cultivation.

Among them, Zhao Wu of the bucktooth is actually a cultivator of the eighth layer of qi refining, and Dou Qian's cultivation realm is also in the eighth layer of qi refining, Zhao Wu is holding a flute magic weapon, this flute magic weapon exudes a rippled faint blue light, and Dou Qian is holding a black stick-shaped magic weapon, the upper half of this stick-shaped magic weapon extends out of five slender blades, and at this moment, on the three sharp blades on it, the white mang is disappearing.

These two people, in just a short moment, actually shot at the same time, instantly killing the female cultivator of the seventh layer of qi refining!

Many of the monks in the audience turned their gazes.

"Sister!"

Du Gang, the nine-layer tall cultivator who was besieging Wang Tuozi with the other two people, couldn't help but cry out in pain when he saw this, he pressed his big hand downward, and several black cold lights forced Wang Tuozi back into his palm, and his expression became extremely calm at this moment.

He quickly retreated from the battle group, and quickly came to the front of Zhao Wu and Dou Qian, looking at the corpse of the female cultivator on the ground, he was a little distracted, and his lips trembled involuntarily.

"Heh......"

The stiff cheeks trembled slightly, Du Gang showed a cold smile, the corners of his mouth that were cracked by the golden Zen staff-like magic weapon in Wang Tuozi's hand opened, and a trace of red blood poured into the neckline, and then, his figure disappeared in an instant.

Zhao Wu and Dou Qian's expressions changed.

The two of them used their own means like facing the enemy, the flute held by Zhao Wu emitted a faint blue light, and the five slender blades on the stick-like magic weapon in Dou Qian's hand lit up one by one, and the two of them rushed forward, and they should be towards Du Gang, who seemed to be burning with blood flames all over his body.

……

Gu Qing frowned.

At this time, the more than 100 monks of this rabble were already in a mess.

The monks with high cultivation forced the monks with low cultivation to enter the blood-colored miasma, and plucked those elixirs, and those with low cultivation did not want to be sent to death, and often several people joined forces to resist desperately.

A melee unfolded irrepressibly, and soon a monk was thrown into the blood-colored miasma, and was removed with a stabbing sound, and the flesh and blood around him died miserably, the fragile cooperative relationship between these more than 100 monks was based on interests, and now because of a few elixirs, it seemed normal, but he always felt that something was wrong, this turned his face, was it too fast?

He glanced at the few second-grade elixirs, and his body retreated, coming to the back of the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying more than ten zhang away.

Gu Qing's gaze looked at the elixirs again, he condensed his divine consciousness into a few extremely fine silk threads, and probed into the blood-colored miasma, a tingling sensation came from the center of his eyebrows, and the blood-colored miasma could even corrode the power of his divine sense.

Looking sideways, there were already monks who tried to use a strange rope magic weapon to put a few second-order elixirs in the blood-colored miasma, but unfortunately, whenever the magic weapon came into contact with the blood-colored miasma, it would quickly lose its spirituality and be completely destroyed, Gu Qing also saw that there were monks manipulating the corpses, and they wanted to take down those elixirs, but not only did the corpses fall into the blood-colored miasma, but also because they had spent too much energy, they were beheaded by the monks who thought they were companions.

Retracting his gaze, Gu Qing's brows furrowed slightly.

There seems to be nothing wrong with these elixirs, but how did the elixir survive in such a terrifying blood-colored miasma?

After thinking for a while, Gu Qing glanced at the yin-yang-faced female cultivator Pei Ying.

This nun looked very indifferent.

Gu Qing walked quickly in a few steps and came to Pei Ying's side.

"Why, don't Daoists fight for those elixirs? That's a second-grade elixir, just take one to Xiuzhenfang City, and exchange it for dozens of medium-grade spirit stones. Gu Qing's voice sounded in the ears of Pei Ying, a yin-yang-faced female cultivator.

Pei Ying's expression was sluggish.

"Why didn't Lin Daoyou make a move?" She asked rhetorically.

"It's not a secret, Lin feels dangerous and is about to leave, a realm like Liuji Mountain can't be said to be some kind of evil cultivator." Gu Qing responded with an expressionless voice.

"Brother Lin guessed correctly, this place is indeed the dojo of the evil cultivator, but the evil cultivator has already been dead for thousands of years, and his soul is scattered."

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

Somewhat nice about hers, it didn't match her face, Gu Qing touched her chin and frowned when she heard the faint chin of her words.

Even if you leave, there is no reason to return empty-handed.

His left hand seemed to inadvertently brush the storage bag, and a black-robed figure rushed towards the blood-colored miasma, stabbing the skin and flesh scorched, but he had not been stripped of his skin and flesh like other monks who had come into contact with this blood-colored miasma, and his body was severely injured and unable to move, after the black-robed figure entered the blood-colored miasma, he suddenly pulled up a few elixirs, and then crossed the miasma and returned to Gu Qing's side.

Gu Qing waved his hand and put the iron corpse and a few elixirs into the storage bag, and indifferently glanced at Pei Ying, a yin-yang-faced female cultivator who was stunned on the side.

His figure flickered, and he fled quickly towards the way he came.

"The thief is gone!"

"Put down the old man's elixir quickly!"

Wang Tuozi and Qi Yun, who were in a mess in the field, were surprised and happy when they saw this, and they were so surprised that some monks actually snatched away a few second-grade elixirs, so happy that they didn't have to think about how to pick off a few second-grade elixirs in the blood-colored miasma.

All the cultivators sacrificed their strongest magic weapons one after another and smashed them towards Gu Qing.

Gu Qing didn't look back, first grabbed the somewhat dazed Pei Ying behind him, and then brushed the storage bag on his waist, took out a hundred water dragon talismans and a hundred fire dragon talismans that were connected together with divine sense prohibition, and slammed them towards Wang Tuozi and other cultivators in the back.

His divine consciousness moved slightly, and the spiritual power in his body dropped by two percent suddenly, and then the aura of water and fire suddenly exploded.

In just an instant, the two hundred lower-grade spirit runes that were linked together by Gu Qing's divine sense prohibition turned into two hundred dragon shapes squeezed together, and the two-colored swimming dragons converged, blending water and fire.

Bang!

Immediately, a white mushroom cloud dozens of feet thick bloomed, and the blood-colored miasma around it was violently surged by the huge force.

The ground cracked countless deep ravines in an instant, and the huge shock wave pushed more than a hundred monks out of the air, and Wang Tuozi, who bore the brunt of the attack, shouted angrily, revealing his powerful cultivation of the twelve layers of qi refining, and his body was straight, and then his whole person flew out upside down like a sack, shattering an unknown number of mountains and rocks, and fell into a puddle of blood and mud with a thud.

Gu Qing took advantage of this thrust and the whole person flew close to the ground, like a sharp sword, and escaped more than ten miles, and most of the crackling gravel behind it smashed on Pei Ying, a yin-yang-faced female cultivator, and the huge impact made Pei Ying almost vomit blood.

But Pei Ying endured.

It's just because of the sound in her ears just now.

"I'm seven, you're three."

Gu Qing's voice was cold.

But Pei Ying felt that he didn't really vomit blood, even if he did vomit blood, he could not make any effort, and he would get the benefits of thirty percent after the treatment of those few elixirs, which was simply too worthwhile.

Feeling the softness behind him, Gu Qing's complexion did not change.

He stayed behind a mountain bag, turned his head to look back at the white qi that had not dispersed behind him, the power of the spirit talisman under this order was too scattered, even if he could force a strong enemy back, but if he wanted to kill and injure a late-stage Qi cultivation cultivator like Wang Tuozi, it was a pipe dream to be proficient.

Gu Qing didn't want to kill an old late-stage Qi refining cultivator like Wang Tuozi, after all, his cultivation was the eighth-level perfection of Qi refining.

"If you want to sneak up on me and take advantage of it, take advantage of it now."

Gu Qing said coldly.

"How is that possible?"

Pei Ying, who was a little hesitant on the side, was shocked when he heard this, Pei Ying smiled brightly, and hurriedly put away the sword-shaped talisman treasure in his cuff.