As the blood-colored Bone Man Demon Red Butterfly left, the chair she had sat on also turned into a blood-colored mist and dispersed, and only the monks in the prison were left in the cave to let out a cry of pain.

On one side of the prison where Gu Qing was, in another cramped cell, Gu Changxing, who also put his arm into the blood-colored wall among the dozen or so monks, had a somewhat strange expression.

Glancing at the scrawny monk on the left, the dying-like expression was difficult to understand.

Finding that the self-proclaimed Red Butterfly White Bone Demon was leaving, Gu Qing's pale face moved slightly, and he found that after sticking his arm into the wall here, a force of attraction made the sealing power of the blood-colored chains around him weaken slightly.

His eyes flashed slightly, and Gu Qing tried to condense into a filament of divine consciousness.

Like a mortal person pulling a huge grinding plate, an extremely sluggish feeling emerged from the center of his eyebrows, and with the loss of essence and blood in his body, a trace of his divine consciousness spread along the hole in the wall, his eyes were slightly closed, and his divine consciousness came into contact with a blood-colored miasma.

"Sure enough!"

Gu Qing remained silent and withdrew the strand of divine consciousness into the center of his eyebrows.

He didn't act rashly.

The evil cultivator of the foundation building period of this Liuji Mountain, the person called Xiao Moluo, is still unknown whether he has left at this moment.

Recklessness is tantamount to self-defeat.

He had to wait.

Wait for the best time to come.

As Gu Qing tossed around, the essence blood in his body was on the verge of running out, and in the holes in the blood-colored walls, the pain in his arm that he had probed into it had been alleviated a lot.

Soon the pain disappeared, he turned his head to look at the other monks in the prison, and saw that all the monks were pulling out their arms, and he also pulled his arms out of the blood-colored wall, his arm was red, but there was no obvious wound, but the pores on the forearm became extremely large, he took a few steps back and looked at the blood-colored wall in front of him.

The wall seemed to be made of flesh and blood, with some textures, and on closer inspection, it seemed to squirm slightly.

Pei Ying on the side also retreated to Gu Qing's side, covering his slender arm, his face was bloodless, and he said with a little despair in his eyes: "We won't stay here for a few years, decades, until we die of exhaustion, right?" ”

"The premise is that you practice the exercises in this booklet well and be a 'blood cow', otherwise you will only die of thirst and starvation, and you will not have your share in the quota for dying of vitality."

Gu Qing took out the booklet that Red Butterfly had sent out just now from his arms, this booklet that recorded a secret method of practicing blood, he took a look at it before, and stuffed it into his arms.

Roughly speaking, the secret method of blood refining in this booklet is to let the monk practice and transform the aura into qi and blood, so that the energy can be continuously produced, and there is no need to eat, drink and lazar, which is very convenient.

It can only be said that the evil cultivators here really have some brains.

"Brother Lin, how did you still have the idea of making fun after falling into such a situation?" Pei Ying almost didn't cry when she heard this, her eyes rolled and she looked at Gu Qing fixedly.

"Without him, it's a big deal to die, what is there to be afraid of?"

Gu Qing responded lightly.

That's what he's always been in that mindset.

There are hundreds of millions of living beings in this world, he is just one of the most ordinary members, life and death, but like clouds rolling up, flowers blooming, autumn cicadas become adults in seven years, one day turning into feathers and shaking forests, when the fairy road is boundless, what is the difference between life and death?

"yes, it's just a big deal." Zhuo Chi, a bamboo pole monk, came to Gu Qing's side, and shook his head with a wry smile when he heard the words, his already thin skin and bones, after being drained of essence and blood at this time, his pale face was comparable to the two previous two benevolent brothers who were not left because of a word.

"This Taoist friend surnamed Lin is really free and easy." That Shen Lu also came over, this person's full head of white hair covered his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly, "In Xia Shen Lu, there is no wine today, if there is wine, I will definitely drink a few big bowls with this Brother Lin!" ”

"No, I'm not good at drinking."

Gu Qing coldly refused.

Shen was stunned.

Immediately, he looked Gu Qing up and down a few times, and actually laughed.

Shen Lu's laughter was full of anger, I don't know if he was successful in cultivating the secret art of blood refining, or if Shen Lu had not been in this prison for a long time, after laughing for a while, this Shen Lu shook his head and returned to the side to meditate cross-legged.

The fat monk Zhao Wu with buckteeth, his face was still gray, and his whole person was like losing his soul, and after pulling out his arm from the blood-colored wall, he went to the side to lie down on the corpse.

As for the tall guy with compact features, he was the first person in their prison to draw his arm, and he had already gone to the corner to meditate.

There was a roar, and the cracked, blood-colored walls on either side closed, and several arm-thick holes were obscured.

Gu Qing remembered the location of these holes, glanced at the flat mountain wall in front of him a few times, he reached out and touched it, and then sat cross-legged directly with his back to the wall, put his hands on his legs, and looked at the secret book of blood refining in his hand.

Seeing this, Na Zhuo Chi and Pei Ying also sat not far from him, each looking at the booklet in their hands.

……

"Blood Refining Secret Technique......

It's actually a simplified version of Yin Shen Xuangong! ”

Gu Qing's eyes were lowered, hiding his emotions.

After he got this booklet again, he felt very familiar after reading it a few times at random, and after thinking about it for a while, he immediately remembered the Yin Xuan Gong that he had obtained from the memory of the Blood Spirit Son of the Soul Sect.

"Could it be that this Yin Sha Xuan Gong is so miraculous that it can be cultivated together with other exercises?" Gu Qing's heart moved again, he flipped through the booklet in front of him from beginning to end, and then the cultivation method of Yin Sha Xuan Gong appeared in his heart, "Thinking like this, I can directly try to cultivate that Yin Sha Xuan Gong, if I really can't cultivate, then the blood refining secret technique on this booklet." ”

The deficit of essence and blood made his eyes a little black, and from time to time there were golden pieces of stars flashing.

He recalled the cultivation method of Yin Sha Xuangong, turned it over in his hand, looked at the booklet that recorded the secret art of blood refining, and did not close his eyes until two hours later.

The cultivation of Yin and Evil Xuangong lies in two points.

One of them is to breathe in the aura.

Needless to say.

There are as many cultivation methods in this world as the stars, and they can be invalidated without aura.

The only thing that needs to be noted is that the aura of this Yin and Evil Xuangong is not to incorporate the aura of heaven and earth into the dantian, but to incorporate the aura of heaven and earth into the acupoints of the surrounding body, until it condenses into the so-called yin charm within the three hundred and sixty-five orifices of the surrounding body.

The Yin Talisman recorded in the Yin Sha Xuan Gong was a little complicated, Gu Qing sketched it in his mind a little, and suddenly felt that the difficulty of cultivating this Yin Sha Xuan Gong was probably far beyond the ordinary exercises.

The other is to exhale yin energy.

The so-called yin qi is very encompassing.

Such as death, blood, and cold can all be classified as yin.

This Yin Sha Xuan Gong opens up the 365 major orifices of the human body by exhaling the yin qi, and then uses the yin to dissolve the evil, and condenses into a yin and evil cold pill in the human body's palace.

The so-called Jianggong is the middle dantian.

This Yin and Cold Pill is not the Dan Monk's Pill, but once it is formed, it also has all kinds of incredible powers.

According to the records in this Yin Sha Xuan Gong, after the formation of the Yin Sha Han Pill in the Jiang Palace, the monks who practice this Yin Sha Xuan Gong will reach the state of Great Perfection in the foundation building period.

Gu Qing's heart moved slightly.

At the beginning, after he obtained this Yin Sha Xuan Gong from the memory of the Blood Spirit Son, he only felt that the practice of that guy was extremely strange, and it was obscure and difficult, and it was extremely difficult to understand.

It seems that this yin and evil mysteries have a lot to do with him.

The strength of the divine soul made Gu Qing's efficiency in absorbing the aura of heaven and earth far stronger than that of others in the prison.

According to the records of Yin Sha Xuan Gong, he gathered the aura that he had breathed in at the Shenque Acupoint, which was the foundation of his life and the starting point of the cultivation of this Yin Sha Xuan Gong.

For three days, Gu Qing's legs were numb and he lost consciousness.

Now that the spiritual power around him has been suppressed, his physical body has lost the warmth of spiritual power, and the long-lost feeling of numbness in his legs reminds him of many years ago, when he was induced qi into his body.

It's an amazing feeling.

He seemed to have returned to the dusk when the air was a little humid, and he looked like a young man, sitting decently on the freshly woven futon with a slight scent of cattails.

In front of him, stood his teacher, the charlatan.

Many long-ago memories have gradually blurred, but this scene Gu Qing has never forgotten, and now it seems to have reappeared yesterday, there was a slight sudden feeling in his heart, and a sense of consciousness becoming extremely small appeared in the bottom of his heart, and he immediately realized that the time had come.

Gu Qing mobilized his mind, visualized the appearance of himself holding a talisman pen, and then in the Shenque acupoint, he drew a yin talisman with a pen, and at the moment when this yin talisman was formed, the aura he gathered rushed in, and the aura in the entire prison and the entire cave was swept away, and it converged towards Gu Qing, many monks opened their eyes blankly, but because the spiritual power and divine soul power were blocked, they could not sense the circulation of spiritual energy.

The numbness in his legs eased slightly, and Gu Qing visualized the appearance of himself holding a talisman pen, and the yin talisman drawn by the seal slowly condensed in his divine acupoint, and lit up with a faint light.

A pale cyan yin sigil condensed.

As this pale cyan yin talisman condensed into the Divine Que, Gu Qing noticed that around his navel, the blood-colored bulge was turning into a trace of blood qi, converging towards the Divine Que.

After these blood qi were integrated into the Shenque acupoint, Gu Qing's essence blood, which was still in deficit for three days, suddenly accelerated its recovery speed, and after a few breaths, there was a roar behind him.

Gu Qing's eyes opened at the right time, and he looked sideways behind him.

The blood-colored walls cracked to the sides, revealing a row of arm-thick holes behind them, like the mouths of monstrous beasts, waiting for them to give their blood.

He got up and looked back, taking advantage of the situation to look around at the cultivators in the cave.

Day by day, year after year, the monks who have been treated as 'blood cows' at all times, like puppets who have lost their life, only lifeless and numb, this time their newly captured monks have many people scolding and scolding.

Retracting his gaze, Gu Qing stuffed his arm into the hole.

The sharp pain was still the same as last time, and then he had just recovered some essence and blood, and was quickly snatched away, his face was even paler, and he looked sideways at Zhuo Chi on the side, this bamboo pole-like Zhuo Chi trembled with two black circles under his eyes.

Gu Qing's eyebrows jumped slightly.

As this suction appeared, he once again condensed a trace of divine consciousness, which spread upwards along the hole of the thickness of this arm, and soon came into contact with the blood-colored miasma.

This time, he didn't retract his senses.

There was a tingling sensation in the center of his eyebrows, it was the feeling of his divine consciousness being corroded, as he penetrated into the blood-colored miasma, his divine consciousness was rapidly depleted, but he recklessly probed his divine consciousness to a higher place, until this trace of divine consciousness was about to be extinguished, he saw an extremely shocking picture, and immediately retracted his divine consciousness, and the divine consciousness fled back to the center of his eyebrows at a speed of thousands of times.

The pain in his skull like being pricked by a needle made Gu Qing's brows furrow slightly, but his pale face was still indifferent.

"A giant hundreds of feet tall, with blood-colored lines all over his body, what is the intention of the Soul Sect's evil cultivator?"

His heart was shocked.

Just now, his divine sense sensed, the blood-colored miasma above turned into a giant cocoon, there was a giant hundreds of feet tall, this giant was covered with blood-colored lines, and the baby-like shape was curled up in the giant cocoon, as if it was sleeping.

Above the baby's navel, there was an umbilical cord dozens of feet thick, connected to the blood-colored cocoon that 'conceived' it.

In addition, when Gu Qing retracted his divine sense, he vaguely found that there were six peaks of different heights and densely covered with caves below, and at this moment, the caves above all the peaks condensed blood-colored pillars of light at the same time, and the blood-colored pillars of light converged towards the giant cocoon that the blood-colored miasma turned into above.