Wandering in circles over Huaining County, until the Yellow Wind Fu Wei ran out, Gu Qing, who was pale in complexion, plunged into a turbulent stream.

At the moment when he plunged into the stream, Gu Qing raised his eyebrows when he imagined it.

His form came to the stele space.

Expanding to the space of the stone tablet of eleven zhang, the aura is extremely rich, and it already has the level of a cave built on the third-order spiritual vein, and the ground paved with white jade is covered with a thick spiritual mist, and once Gu Qing's figure is revealed, a large amount of aura swarms and is included in his body.

Gu Qing lay on his back in front of the pitch-black stone tablet for two hours, as if he was dead, not even a finger moved.

At this moment, not only is the spiritual power in his body overdrawn, but his essence and blood have also been depleted, his body has almost been crushed, although the power of his divine soul has not been exhausted, but only about 20% of his heyday remains, and because of the collision with the power of the divine consciousness of the foundation building monk, his divine soul has also suffered a lot of injuries.

After lying down for more than half an hour, he straightened up.

Taking off the black clothes, Gu Qing looked at the dense bleeding spots on his body, as well as the blood-colored lines, and coughed lightly and spit out a small mouthful of black blood.

The severe pain in the internal organs made Gu Qing a little dizzy.

He used the little spiritual power he had just recovered to work in his body, trying to heal the injuries of his internal organs first.

Burst!

Another mouthful of black blood spurted out.

Gu Qing fell crookedly in the space of the stone stele, he lay on his side, and found that there was a faintly visible black gas on his chest.

"What is this?"

He was breathing slightly.

This black qi attached to his internal organs, easily eliminating his blood-colored spiritual power.

Gu Qing used his divine sense to probe towards the black qi attached to his internal organs, only to feel a sense of death, desolation, and desolation surging into his heart, lingering.

"Dead air!"

He recalled the records in ancient books.

"This black gas turned out to be dead gas, and now it's in trouble." Gu Qing straightened up and sat on the futon in front of the pitch-black stone stele.

The so-called dead qi is also a kind of yin qi.

Otherwise, there are many ways to remove the residual dead qi from his body, but every time this dead qi is stored in his body, his vitality will decline.

Once the vitality declines, the longevity will shrink.

Gu Qing recalled the feeling of loose flesh during the previous war, and raised his hand to look at the flesh of his arm.

"Although I can't feel my current longevity, but if people are old, the kidney qi will fail first, the skin and flesh will wrinkle, and the hair will turn white, my white hair should have nothing to do with the decline of vitality, and the state of the skin and flesh will not change much, and the loss of vitality should not be large."

He whispered.

After a little thought, Gu Qing sensed the yin talisman in the Shenque acupoint.

Yin Xuan Gong gathers yin qi and cultivates, death qi is also a kind of yin qi, Gu Qing guessed that he should be able to use the power of this yin charm to collect all the dead qi in his body into the divine que.

His eyebrows skipped a beat.

An invisible force came out from the center of his eyebrows, enveloping Gu Qingzhou's body, and he forcibly captured a trace of spiritual energy with his divine sense, and poured it towards the Shenque acupoint.

As the aura entered the body, the decanter water returned to one function and operated on its own, quickly sweeping away the aura, causing Gu Qing to finally send the aura to the Divine Que without one out of ten.

He practiced awkwardly for more than a dozen hours.

The yin talisman in the Shenque acupoint trembled slightly, and then an invisible diaphragm appeared between Gu Qing's skin and flesh, protecting him.

Immediately, the cold air from all directions penetrated into Gu Qing's body from the 36,000 pores around him, and the dead qi on his internal organs was wrapped in a trace and went towards the gods.

Although he couldn't cultivate Yin Sha Xuan Gong, in other tricks, he drew a second Yin Talisman on the seal, but he was barely able to do it by simply running Yin Sha Xuan Gong to gather cold qi.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

The dead qi between Gu Qing's five internal organs all gathered in his Shenque acupoint, and was absorbed and fused by the yin talisman, and the originally pale cyan yin talisman was a little deeper.

"If you only use the yin qi such as cold qi and death qi to strengthen the yin talisman in this divine acupoint, I don't know what kind of changes will occur in the end." Gu Qing's divine consciousness condensed into his body, feeling the invisible separation between the skin and flesh, which seemed to be a little tougher than before.

He slowly opened his eyes.

In the past seven days, his physical body has been nourished by spiritual power, his injuries are basically fine, and his soul power has recovered to about fifty percent, but the deficit of essence and blood has still not recovered much, he took out a Hundred Days Bigu Pill and took it, suddenly remembered something, and looked at the big vat on the side.

The cold-streaked spirit dragon was floating half-dead.

During this period of time, every time he cultivated the Five Qi Sword Technique, he would put all the things in the stone tablet space into the storage bag, and this cold-patterned spirit dragon was thrown into the bamboo basket every time he threw it, tossing and tossing, but he had not eaten it until now.

Gu Qing has concerns.

Then Sun Sheng is really so kind, give him a benefit?

As the saying goes, the upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked.

Just looking at the virtues of Sun Hao, Sun Yushan and others, Sun Sheng is no better as the ancestor of the Sun family, and he doesn't dare to say anything about the cold-patterned spirit dragon that this person gave him.

But at this point, he had fewer concerns.

After this collision of the power of the divine consciousness of the foundation building monks, Gu Qing found that although his divine consciousness was still not as good as that of the monks in the foundation building period, the gap was not large.

Gu Qing got up and came to the tank of the Cold-Patterned Spirit Dragon.

The spiritual spring water, which has never been changed, not only does not have half of the fishy smell, but also has a refreshing aroma, and the cold pattern spirit dragon turns its belly and gently swings its tail from time to time.

"Eat it raw, or roast it."

Gu Qing thought seriously for a while.

Anyway, he doesn't have the skills to make spiritual food.

After thinking about it for about a dozen breaths, Gu Qing's divine sense took a shot, took the cold pattern spirit dragon into the air, took the Xuehua sword in his hand, unsheathed it, and the lotus sword trick slashed the stunned cold pattern spirit dragon into a blood mist, he looked at this blood mist, condensed it with his divine sense, and carefully investigated it, and he didn't notice anything abnormal for a long time, so he opened his mouth and sucked it violently, swallowing all this piece of blood mist into his stomach.

Swallowing the cold pattern spirit dragon into his body at all, Gu Qing returned to the futon, and started the dehydration water return to one gong, his mind sank into the sea of dantian qi, and he visualized the sea spirit turtle.

A slightly cool breath swam through his body, spreading from his abdomen to his body, and finally came to the center of his eyebrows.

The ice-blue vertical eyes appeared.

This ice-blue vertical eye was a hole card that Gu Qing had not used in the previous battle, but at this time, it was stimulated by the slightly cool breath generated by refining the cold pattern spirit dragon, and it was revealed by itself, and the slightly cool breath that was swimming in Gu Qing's body was quickly incorporated into it, and after half an hour, the slightly cool breath that was swimming in Gu Qing's body had been swallowed up by the ice-blue vertical eye.

Gu Qing only felt that his heart was clear.

With this slightly cool breath, swallowed by the ice blue vertical eyes, his injured soul came with a sense of extreme comfort.

Gu Qing didn't open his eyes, and took a jade bottle with his divine sense.

He took out an Ice Pulp Pill and swallowed it into his stomach.

Previously, when Yun Ke from the Wind Valley Xiuzhen Dafang came to the restaurant, Gu Qing intended to take an Ice Pulp Pill, but in the end, he held it back, taking the Ice Pulp Pill at that time was not a waste, but it was definitely not a good time to cultivate.

And at this moment, although his injuries had not healed, this feeling of extreme comfort in his soul made him clearly feel that the great opportunity for cultivation was just around the corner.

Step-by-step dry cultivation often leads to a very slow progression of cultivation.

Why do so many monks go out to practice?

Obtaining cultivation resources is indeed the first priority.

But it doesn't have to be that opportunity.

At this moment, Gu Qing's opportunity was in front of him, and he had nothing else to think about except to seize this opportunity and try to improve his cultivation as much as possible.

As for the rush to Yan Kingdom, I'll talk about it later.

Gu Qing urged the spiritual power in his body, wrapped and refined the Ice Marrow Pill, and a large amount of medicinal power was refined into spiritual power, refining Gu Qing's cultivation, and at the same time, a trace of chill soaked in the bone marrow and frozen through the soul spread from his lower abdomen to all directions, and it was about to spread towards his limbs, and there was a faint dull pain in his meridians, but at this time, this chill converged towards his navel, and was absorbed and fused by the yin talisman in his divine acupoint.

Gu Qing's cultivation is gradually getting better.

The ice-blue vertical eye in the center of his eyebrows flickered slightly, and it seemed that a force was injected into the stone tablet space from the ice-blue vertical eye in the center of his eyebrows.

The space of the stone tablet with a radius of eleven zhang seems to have expanded a little again.

……

Half a month later.

Gu Qing slowly opened his eyes.

That Ice Essence Pill had been thoroughly refined by him.

His spiritual power cultivation had never skyrocketed, but he was not far from the consummation of the ninth layer of qi refining, and he felt in his heart that he only needed to encounter such opportunities two or three times again, and his spiritual power cultivation would reach the consummation of the ninth layer of qi refining.

"The injury of the divine soul has indeed recovered, and the total amount of spiritual power in the body has increased by a small half, but the deficit of essence blood has still not been made up, which is a problem."

Gu Qing sensed his current state.

He picked up a bronze iron ring from the side, which he had obtained from the thin middle-aged man, and he guessed that it should be the famous storage ring.

If the storage bag is a special magic weapon, and the monk does not need to refine it when using it, then the storage ring is a spiritual weapon, and the monk cannot use it unless he forbids the divine consciousness to practice it.

Gu Qing's divine sense probed into this storage ring.

A light gray divine consciousness prohibition, densely linked together, roughly counted at least tens of thousands, dizzying.

Gu Qing condensed a three-talent ban with his divine sense, and hit this light gray forbidden net, and in an instant, his three-talent prohibition was annihilated, and he reluctantly withdrew his divine sense.

Holding this storage bag, Gu Qing made a slight estimate.

"To refine this storage ring, you need to play at least 100,000 or more three prohibitions, and even if you don't do anything else every day, it will take several months."

He set aside the storage ring and brought the bronze box.

After a few glances, he sighed.

This bronze box has been completely destroyed.

His gaze looked at Su Shui Xuanzhu, and he held this bead in his hand and played with it for a while, Gu Qing's gaze swept over his remaining spirit runes.

"There are really a lot of second-grade spirit runes consumed this time, including three close talismans, one mountain-shaking talisman, one spiritual flame talisman, and one void-breaking talisman, and the harvest should be considered a lot of money, even if the storage ring is empty, the storage ring itself alone far exceeds the value of these spirit runes."

Gu Qing retracted his gaze.

He finally brought the five flying swords in front of him, holding a medium-grade spirit stone of the water genus in his hand, and cultivated these five flying swords.

The Five Qi Sword Technique is one of his main means of fighting the enemy.

This Thundering Sword, Black Flame Sword, Qingchuan Sword, Xuehua Sword, and Yanjiang Sword, the five high-grade magic weapon flying swords, must be cultivated from time to time to ensure that their power has not declined.

……

Outside, nine days have passed.

The remnant sun slopes westward.

As late autumn turns east, the chill is getting stronger.

The crimson glow poured down, and on the sparkling water, there was a net fish with a black and red face that was working hard.

On the boat where the old man was, there was a young man in black silently, the long silver-white hair of the young man in black danced in the wind, crystal like snow, and the vertical lines of the ice blue eyes at the center of the eyebrows were hidden.

It's really fate.

The old man who was holding the boat was dressed in a cloth and had a wine gourd hanging from his waist, which was actually the old man surnamed Liu he met at the beginning.

I still remember that the last time he was here in Huaining County, he took this Liu Laohan's boat, went all the way to the vicinity of Qingyang Town, killed an evil cultivator who refined people's desire to disperse, and obtained the Soul Desire Banner, as well as the jade slip that carried the soul of the Blood Spirit Son.

The boat became a little heavy, and Liu Laohan turned around.

Liu Laohan's expression was a little sluggish.

When did this man come up?

"Qingyang Town." Gu Qing didn't wait for Liu Laohan to speak, a light smile appeared on his face, and he took out two taels of silver from the sundries in the storage bag on his waist and handed them to Liu Laohan.

Liu Laohan subconsciously took it.