The East Pole Hall takes the meaning of purple gas from the east.

This hall was built on the fourth-order spiritual veins of the Huifeng Valley, and it was the dojo of the Purple Cloud Sect Master of the Jiedan Realm.

The golden spiritual mist churned in the hall, and the figure of the Purple Cloud Sect Master sat in the golden mist, his thin middle-aged cheeks and his eyes slightly closed.

An invisible Dao Yun spread out in all directions from the mediocre-looking middle-aged man.

Everything in the hall seemed to have lost its original color, and under the influence of this invisible Dao Yun, all kinds of colors converged on this mediocre-looking middle-aged man.

There was a faint three-color divine light, condensed behind the middle-aged man's head, illuminating the entire empty East Pole Hall.

"Chi Song, Burning Clouds, the two of you will take the thirty-six disciples of the Fire Dragon Cave to the Demon Spirit Stream, and do your best to help the cultivation of the Danding Sect and find the traces of those fourth-order elixirs."

The middle-aged man spoke.

Under the Purple Cloud Sect Master, there were three people standing with their hands down.

These three people are dressed in purple robes, and they are all monks in the foundation building period.

Among them, there are two locks of red long hair, which is the original imperial envoy Kun Yuan Liuqi Hu, who opened up the sandstorm layer for the mountain cloud boat of Xiangjia, and received a lot of benefits.

The tall and thin old man next to Chisong Zhenren was the Burning Cloud Zhenren who was called 'Burning Cloud' by the Purple Cloud Sect Master.

When these two heard the words of the Purple Cloud Sect Master, they both took a few steps forward.

"Akamatsu strictly obeys the decree of the suzerain."

"Burning Clouds strictly obeys the decree of the Sect Master."

Red Pine and Burning Cloud each clenched their fists and spoke.

As the words fell, the two of them respectfully withdrew from the East Pole Hall.

The rest of the cultivation of the foundation building period, with a handsome face and a young appearance, waited for the red pine and the burning cloud to leave, and then stood alone for a few breaths, and then took a few steps forward.

"Sect Master."

This cultivator bowed his head and bowed respectfully.

"Zhou Zuo, you came here because there are many disciples in the sect, and even the elders of the inner gate and the elders of the outer gate made their own decisions to go to the demon spirit stream, right?"

The Purple Cloud Sect Master's tone was ethereal and indifferent.

Zhou Zuo, the foundation building monk who is the deputy sect master of the Purple Cloud Sect, raised his head slightly: "The sect master is wise, that Demon Spirit Stream is a peerless place that has descended from the sky, although it is in the territory of the country, but its inland rivers and mountains are thousands of miles, and there are countless dangerous places, all of which are a space of their own, if the elders and disciples of the main sect who go to the Demon Spirit Stream are in danger, they are afraid that the ancestor will make a move, and it is still difficult to save it, so ......"

The Purple Cloud Sect Master responded calmly: "This time the Demon Spirit Stream is opened, and everyone is going to the opportunity, how can I not stop the cultivators under the Purple Cloud Sect?" Life and death are fateful, and you don't have to worry about them. ”

“…… Be. ”

Zhou Zuo was silent for a moment before responding.

……

There is rain in the mountain town.

The smell of the rain swept through the city.

Many ordinary people took advantage of the rain to wash the dung buckets, and some children chased and ran in the rain, and Gu Qing, dressed in black, carried the piano on his back and walked alone in the rain.

On his face, he wears a half-cut black mask.

On top of this black mask, there is a lifelike remnant dragon probing claw, which adds a bit of mystery to this white-haired and black-clothed young man.

In the past few days, many people in this small mountain city have disappeared, and many of the people in the city have guessed Gu Qing's identity.

Gu Qing was unaware of this.

It has been 12 days since Luo Lingrui left.

He had sacrificed the remnants of the black dragon.

This low-grade spiritual weapon is different from ordinary magic weapons.

After the completion of this black dragon remnant face sacrifice, just by wearing it on his face, he could make Gu Qing's every blow contain extremely destructive black qi, and this extremely destructive black qi was superimposed with the blood-colored erosive power in the spiritual power in his body, making the power of his spiritual power unknown to the cultivation strength of the ordinary ninth layer of qi refining.

More than ten days have passed, and Gu Qing's injuries have improved greatly.

Above Gu Qing's heart, the hole poked out by Luo Lingrui had grown pale red new flesh, and several cracks through this hole had also grown, and with the initial recovery of the heart's injury, his essence and blood were condensed one by one, making his face no longer so pale.

Walking to the north side of the mountain city, Gu Qing looked for the house where the courtyard door was closed, and a few feet outside the courtyard gate of this house, he took out the futon on a stone bench and sat down cross-legged.

The rain line is getting denser and the weather is getting colder.

Gu Qing lowered his eyes slightly.

The black clothes on his body seemed to exude a hazy black light, so that although he was in the rain, he did not touch the rain.

His faint jaw.

It was in vain that he spent two hundred lower grade spirit stones to purchase this magic robe.

He swept away the rain from the stone table in front of him, turned the piano behind him horizontally, and placed it in front of him.

The rain that was swept away by his sleeve turned into black droplets, passing through the closed courtyard gate a few feet away.

……

Behind the closed courtyard gate.

The slightest wisp of bloody qi diffused, mixed with the fishy aura of the rain curtain, and became invisible.

Under the eaves.

A fourth-layer female cultivator with a pale face sat in front of several corpses in a miserable state of death, spitting out her cultivation.

A faint black light circulated on the female cultivator's body.

Several corpses were in a miserable state of death, each nailed to the ground by several special magic weapons, constantly escaping blood and qi.

As this blood qi was incorporated into the female cultivator's body, the corpses that were in a miserable state of death turned into dried corpses, and the frightened expression before death was even more terrifying.

"This mountain city is remote, and there shouldn't be a monk who has settled here so coincidentally." The nun muttered to herself, a deep hatred flashed in her eyes, and her expression was a little distorted, "In a few days, my injuries will be restored, and then ...... Slut of the Chang family, I will kill you. ”

But at this moment when she was out of her mind.

Poof!

A dense black droplet of water suddenly pierced through the wooden courtyard gate and smashed down on her head.

Her expression changed color suddenly.

A monk shot at her from afar!

Realizing this, she ignored her injuries and urged her spiritual power, and the black light circulating above her body expanded several times, enveloping her body in it, but with the approach of the dense black water droplets, the black light circulating above her body, like snow under the scorching sun, was actually melting rapidly.

The strength of the person who came far exceeded her.

Her heart sank.

She gave up the magic weapon she wanted to sacrifice, and she slapped her right palm on the stone steps, shattering the stone steps that had been trampled on for many years and the edges and corners had been smoothed, and her body flew backwards with the help of force.

Her other hand pressed on the storage bag on her waist, and she sacrificed a bronze mirror magic weapon, infusing the spiritual power in her body, and at the same moment, she forcibly forced out a mouthful of essence blood.

Her already pale face became a little gray.

The essence blood sprayed on the bronze mirror, and the bronze mirror immediately burst into blood, and she suddenly sacrificed the bronze mirror forward, and the bronze mirror instantly turned into the size of a zhangyu, covering the black water droplets.

Most of the dense black droplets were included in the bronze mirror, but there were still a few drops that turned around, broke free from the power of the bronze mirror, and went straight into her eyebrows, and a miserable smile couldn't help but appear on her face.

Boom!

The body fell to the ground, falling onto the shattered stone steps.

The nun's cheeks were downward, and the edges and corners of the gravel were cut out, and the red blood quickly accumulated in a puddle.

A slightly unpleasant sound came from the rain.

……

Outside the compound.

Gu Qing stroked the piano lightly, without the slightest expression on his face.

It wasn't until the end of the song that he got up, put the piano behind his back again, and walked towards the gate of the courtyard a few feet away.

At this time, a noisy shout sounded from afar.

Gu Qing looked sideways to the side.

In the rain, under the leadership of several strong men, a group of people with pickaxes and knives surrounded them.

"This is the man!"

"After this white-haired boy came, people began to disappear in our earthwork city, and it must be a good thing that this person did!"

"Catch him!"

A group of people were babbling, denouncing Gu Qing not far away.

But for a long time, no one dared to step forward.

The crystal white hair has distinct roots, which are tied into sideburns by Gu Qing, the neat black clothes are not stained with dust, and above the cold white cheeks, a pair of calm eyes scan the crowd.

Gu Qing waited for a few breaths, but no one stepped forward.

He doesn't care anymore.

Turning his head, he took a few steps forward to push the courtyard door open and stepped in.

His gaze paused on top of a few decayed corpses before he looked at the nun with a few holes in the center of his eyebrows.

The nun fell on the shattered stone steps.

"Is there a way to recover injuries with the qi and blood of others......

Gu Qing pulled up the long nail magic weapons on the corpses, and there were a total of fifty-three long nails, all of which were magic weapons that did not enter the stream.

Standing next to a few withered corpses, Gu Qing put away the fifty-three long nails and raised his eyes to look at the small dry pond in the courtyard.

There, many dried corpses were piled together.

A rough count should be nearly twenty.

Outside the yard.

Among the group of people led by a few sturdy men, there were three or five bold ones, who looked into the courtyard, and these three or five people looked at each other through the vast rain curtain, and then their expressions changed greatly, and they looked at Gu Qing like a ghost, and they ran out with a rolling belt, shouting something.

Gu Qing didn't pay attention to these people.

He went to the body of the nun, took the body of the nun with his senses, and searched carefully, and since then the nun has two storage bags.

"A total of eighty-one long nail magic vessels."

Gu Qing probed his divine sense into the two storage bags each.

Inside one of the storage bags, there were twenty-eight spikes.

Together with the fifty-three nails that were previously nailed into those corpses, they were eighty-one nails.

After a few investigations, Gu Qing took out two pieces of jade slips.

Be cautious.

Gu Qing condensed a wisp of divine consciousness and swept towards one of the jade slips.

"In this jade slip, it is actually the cultivation method of blood crystal rice."

Gu Qing's eyes lit up slightly.

Then he rummaged for a while in the woman's two storage bags, and found a hundred fiery red and full seeds in a pot-bellied clay pot.

"Is it possible......

This is the seed of the Hemocrystalline Rice Millet? ”

Gu Qing's heart moved slightly.

He flipped over and put the two storage bags into the space of the stone tablet, and flicked his fingers out a black and red fireball, calcining the body of the female cultivator into powder.

"Those villagers, didn't they go to report to the official?"

Gu Qing looked back and glanced outside the courtyard.

Then he used his divine sense to pick up the bronze mirror artifact that had turned into a normal size and was still trembling, and held it in his hand.

Something familiar.

His brow furrowed slightly.

A trace of qi machine change was quietly captured by him.

He jerked around.

I saw that on the wall of the courtyard, I don't know when a gray bird fell, and the rain line fell densely, smashing on the feathers of the gray bird, and was evaporated into white gas by a stream of heat.

This gray bird bean's big pair of eyes looked at Gu Qing with a bit of playfulness through the vast rain curtain.

This gray bird is actually the red ling.