Above the Liuji Mountain, in a giant cocoon made of blood-colored miasma.

A gray light mass that was undetectable compared to a giant that was hundreds of zhang tall was approaching the giant's umbilical cord with difficulty, and at this time, Gu Qing's divine sense was on the verge of exhaustion.

At this time, he was still more than a zhang away from the umbilical cord of the giant, but the distance was like a moat, and Gu Qing also felt a little pity in his heart for the upcoming failure.

After the annihilation of this seed of divine consciousness, the consequences are unpredictable.

But Gu Qing had no remorse at all.

At this time, a loud voice came from below, and then Gu Qing only felt that there was an extremely burning sensation above his body, and in the second half of the air, his remaining divine consciousness was covered with a trace of blood, and the remaining distance in front of him was actually fleeting, and the seed of his divine consciousness disappeared into the umbilical cord of the hundreds of zhang giants, and disappeared into a blood-colored vast water.

Gu Qing's divine sense was retracted in an instant.

After a few breaths, a huge divine consciousness came first.

"Huh?"

Immediately, the blood-colored miasma in the distance rolled violently, and a figure shrouded in cyan light appeared.

"Could it be that the induction is wrong?

Or ......

This demon fetus has given birth to a divine soul? ”

A trace of surprise flashed in Li Changtian's heart under the cyan light, and then he sacrificed a black coffin, and his body rushed towards the hundreds of zhang giants.

……

Below the blood-colored miasma, on top of the six peaks where the monks were imprisoned, in the dense caves, various colors of light scattered out, and the few white bone men and demons guarding the cave were motionless, and the dead and silent white bone army below.

The mighty army of white bones formed one neat phalanx after another, and at a cursory glance, these six peaks were actually surrounded by tens of thousands of white bone demons, but these white bone men and demons all lowered their heads at the moment and did not react.

The first batch of cultivators who rushed out were shocked when they saw this.

After discovering that these white bone demons were unable to move, many monks showed a strange look.

"If you can take away a few bone monsters......

Some monks are already full of fire.

A dark yellow light suddenly stagnated halfway up the mountain, and then a figure shrouded in white light separated.

On the low peaks, the snow is covered with blood.

"I am in the cave, thank you Pei Daoyou for your help." Gu Qing's face was pale and he stood in the snow and hugged his fists, his cultivation of the eighth layer of qi refining was undoubtedly revealed, and after most of his divine soul power was condensed into the seed of divine consciousness, he was no longer able to cover his cultivation.

"Hmph."

The dim yellow light converged, revealing Pei Ying, who had an angry face, she snorted lightly, looked at Gu Qing with a bit of hatred, and did not say anything.

Her figure flashed, and she continued to fly down the mountain.

Gu Qing glanced at the low peak, the peak that was a few points taller.

The mountain peak on the side was the highest of the six peaks, and it was also the closest to the blood-colored miasma above, and his divine sense had sensed that the two storage bags he had taken away were on top of the slightly higher peak.

Thinking of this, Gu Qing's figure suddenly turned into a white light, and regardless of the loss of spiritual power in his body, he cast a dragon sword step, and flew away at the foot of the low peak.

After more than a dozen breaths, Gu Qing descended this low peak.

He sensed the yin talisman in his divine acupoint, wrapped in a large amount of blood qi, his face had an abnormal flush, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his whole body was uncontrollably hot, and the eyebrows that had sunken slightly because of the excessive consumption of divine soul power were also bulging.

"It's a bit weird."

While doubting in his heart, the strong wind carried by Gu Qing's body swept away the blood-colored snow on the ground, and flew towards the peak on the side that was slightly higher than the low peak behind him.

When he came to the bottom of this mountain, Gu Qing's eyes flashed.

He sensed that his two storage bags with the imprint of divine consciousness were moving rapidly down the mountain from another direction above the mountain peak in front of him, and there were also many monks on both sides who paused slightly, obviously sensing something.

"Damn!"

"The monks imprisoned on this mountain have snatched our storage bags!"

"Chase!"

"Kill them!"

The cultivators were excited, and their mouths were angry and scolding.

After scolding a few words angrily, all the cultivators sensed the location of their storage bags, and chased after them quickly, so did Gu Qing, and he also saw his acquaintance Pei Ying, as well as Zhao Wu, who was slightly behind, and Zhuo Chi, who was at the end.

However, after a few breaths, Gu Qing sensed that his storage bag was not far from the left, and he bypassed the patches of blood-colored snow and pointed to the sword towards the left.

A sharp golden ray came out through his fingers and pierced through the air.

The old monk with a happy face flew forward with five storage bags stuffed in his arms, and the spiritual power fluctuations of the eleventh layer of Qi refining around this old monk were extremely strong, which was why he was able to suppress the other monks and take five storage bags alone.

"I never thought that the old man would have a lifetime and a day to get out of trouble! With the accumulation of cultivation resources in these storage bags, the old man couldn't say that he would still be able to get a glimpse of the foundation building period......

The old monk's heart was on fire.

He had already wiped out the Divine Sense imprint on the two storage bags, and was using his Divine Sense to erase the Divine Sense imprint on the third storage bag, but at this moment, his brow furrowed.

"Huh......

Trick! ”

The old monk sensed the golden mangs in front of him, sneered disdainfully, and randomly pinched out his fingers and pointed forward, and suddenly the heavy earth-colored barrier condensed, and the golden mangs disappeared in an instant.

Gu Qing's cold and pale face was revealed in the eyes of the old monk, and the old monk was disdainful in his heart.

A monk of the eighth level of qi refining dared to stop him!

From the storage bag where he had just wiped out the imprint of his divine sense, he took out a wood-attribute inferior flying sword, and casually slashed towards the cultivation that blocked the way, and at the same time, the center of his eyebrows jumped slightly.

An invisible force emanated from the center of his brow.

Quick!

He directly cast a divine sense impact, and when the path blocking repair was suppressed by him with his divine sense, he could instantly behead him.

But seeing that the monk who was blocking the way just shook his body, he carried his divine sense impact, and then the blood luster of this monk's body lit up, and he put his hands together and pushed forward.

The blood-colored water spiritual power suddenly surged, and then the repair that blocked the way did not stop, and puffed out his cheeks.

The white hurricane blew out from the mouth of the cultivator who blocked the way, wrapped in a huge wave of spiritual power, and it directly shook him back a few feet, and the flying sword that fell in his hand came out of his hand, and then was forcibly taken away from the control of his divine consciousness by an invisible force, and held in the hands of the cultivator who blocked the way.

"Wait!"

The old monk saw that the flying sword in the hand of the monk who was blocking the way lit up slightly, and immediately shouted in his mouth.

The person in front of you is not easy to deal with.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but that he wouldn't linger too long.

If he waits too long, other monks who have also come to look for his storage bag will come and besiege him.

Gu Qing stood with his sword in his hand, squinting his eyes and looking at the cultivation in front of him, he was also a little more apprehensive in his heart, after all, this cultivation was the eleventh layer of qi refining, and there was a magic weapon available beside him, although he also snatched a low-grade magic weapon flying sword, but if he wanted to defeat this person, the hope was undoubtedly very slim.

But there was nothing on his face.

"Hurry up and return my two storage bags!"

Gu Qing snorted coldly.

"Two ...... Two storage bags? ”

The old man's face froze, and he thought anxiously.

He glanced at the monks who were fighting fiercely on the left and right, gritted his teeth and took out the five storage bags in his arms, and after letting Gu Qing identify them, he threw the two storage bags at Gu Qing in the air.

Gu Qing grabbed the two storage bags, and also took a step back to make way of the way, and the old man's cultivation did not hesitate when he saw this, picked up the remaining three storage bags, and quickly ran away.

Gu Qing put away the flying sword of the wood genus in his hand, tied one storage bag around his waist, and stuffed the other storage bag into the cuffs, and then stepped on it, and the flying sword of the Yanjiang River, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, suddenly appeared, and his imperial sword flew away in the air, and a light feather spirit talisman had been quietly held in his hand.

……

Pei Ying, the female and the rest of the monks, was stopping in front of a monk on the eleventh layer of qi refining at this moment.

This cultivator of the eleventh layer of Qi refining had just recovered his cultivation, and in the siege of several monks whose cultivation was not much lower than him, he did not have half a point of decline, and even occupied the top.

"It's really cheap Zhu! This bead has never been sacrificed, Zhu only has a simple sacrifice, and he can exert two or three percent of his power, it is so powerful! ”

This monk surnamed Zhu on the eleventh layer of Qi refining was overjoyed.

He held a bead that was not glowing with purple light in his hand, and waved out a purple mantle with his other hand, which shook Pei Ying and several others back again and again, but Pei Ying never used the illusory five-color palm print to meet the enemy again, but just continued to use the magic of the earth genus.

Gu Qing glanced at it from a distance, and his consciousness was slightly drowsy.

He had lost most of his divine soul power, and it was not appropriate for him to stay in such a dangerous place.

Surrounded by blood-colored flames all over his body, Gu Qing held it in his hand, and five flying swords with brilliant spiritual light flew in the air, swirling and flying in his palm, and he threw it out fiercely.

Airplanes!

The five sword sounds were connected together, and in an instant, several purple drapes were broken, and the face of the eleventh layer of Qi refining surnamed Zhu changed greatly, and he urged the purple beads in his hand with all his might.

Gu Qing's palm flipped over, and with a fierce grip, the five flying swords thrown out condensed into a cloud of five-colored sword qi.

"Who is the Daoist friend here?"

The cultivator surnamed Zhu, who urged the purple beads to condense a thick barrier, exclaimed in his mouth that he was struggling to resist, Pei Ying and the other cultivators were not idle, and when they saw this, they took the opportunity to attack together.

After a few breaths, the cultivation of the eleventh layer of Qi refining surnamed Zhu was hated under the siege of Gu Qing, Pei Ying and other cultivators.

Gu Qing's face was even more pale, and even a little defeated, he beckoned in mid-air to take back the five flying swords, and the voice of Pei Ying's woman faintly sounded in his ears, he didn't care about responding, he urged the light feather spirit talisman in his palm, and then his body turned into a cyan light and went to the sky.

I don't know how far I escaped, Gu Qing only felt that the sky was dark.

Missing most of the demi-divine soul power, coupled with a few shots, the spiritual power consumption in his body is also more than half, and the divine consciousness is even more affected by the old monk's divine sense, he is already at the end of the strong crossbow, if he encounters a strong enemy again, I am afraid that he will die today.

On the snowy earth, Gu Qing's cyan light converged, he reluctantly put away the Yanjiang Flying Sword, and fell to a snowdrift, and the blood flames around him were extinguished.

"Li Changtian! The Five Nations Alliance of Ru District, dare to touch the things of my Soul Sect? Leave the fetus behind! ”

At this time, an extremely domineering voice exploded in Gu Qing's ears, he instantly came back to his senses, leaned on the snowdrift and looked at the direction of Liuji Mountain, but saw a bloody light rising from below, and a white light falling from above, and the two collided violently.

All the voices in Gu Qing's ears disappeared in an instant.

Intense light radiated from the place where it collided, and the five hundred miles of flowing mountains evaporated in an instant, and the Gangfeng layer above the sky was directly torn apart, and in the sky above Gu Qing's head, a black canopy appeared, and he could see the stars in the daytime.

A huge shock wave, the land at the artesian mountain ranged towards the Kitazawa countries, and thousands of miles of snow were all swept away.

Under this shock wave, Gu Qing felt that his internal organs were all mashed, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and then fell into a coma in front of him, his body flew upside down thousands of zhang, and fell into a frozen lake with thick ice.