The rain curtain is like a waterfall.

In the dim sky, a person and a bird looked at each other a little.

Gu Qing took the lead in looking away, ignoring Hongling, holding the bronze mirror magic weapon in his hand, and walked towards the courtyard here.

The only sound of pouring rain was in my ears.

A hint of strangeness flashed in Hongling's eyes.

She didn't talk to Gu Qing Chuanyin, just stood quietly on the edge of the wall next to her, watching the young man in black clothes and white hair leave.

A figure in green clothes silently revealed its figure outside the wall.

This person looks like a handsome middle-aged man, and it is Meng Yue that Gu Qing has seen in the ruins of the ruins of the Chen State and the place where Xianhe is stationed.

Meng Yue looked at the back of Gu Qing's nephew in the rain from afar: "This Gu boy, there should be something unspeakable." ”

Receiving Meng Yue's transmission, the red diamond bird's beak moved slightly.

"He has the aura of the Black Prison Demon Palace's Black Prison Demon Skill, no accident, he should have been restrained by the people of the Black Prison Demon Palace." Hongling said to Meng Yue.

As a well-informed bird who has lived for seven or eight hundred years, Hongling knows a little bit about other things except that he doesn't know what kind of bird this body is.

Meng Yue's expression was slightly solemn, and he was shocked in his heart: "Black Prison Demon Palace...... Could it be the Black Hell Demon Palace, one of the Four Hell Demon Palaces, under the command of the Heavenly Demon Dao outside the territory? ”

"Since this Gu kid has the breath of the Black Prison Demon Skill on his body, the person who does his hands and feet on him must be the Black Prison Demon Hall monk under the command of the Heavenly Demon Dao, one of the Four Prison Demon Palaces, you must know that this Black Prison Demon Skill cannot be cultivated by outsiders." Hongling was also a lot more serious, and she didn't say a 'lady' anymore, and in her tone, she also replied with a little more solemnity, "To practice this Black Prison Demon Skill, you need to communicate with the Black Prison Demon God." ”

Meng Yue was silent for a moment.

After a few breaths, he sighed.

"I never thought that this time the place of the Absolute Spirit was opened, even the people from the Black Prison Demon Hall came, and I don't know why Gu Xiaozi was captured by the cultivation of the Black Prison Demon Palace." Meng Yue's expression was mostly embarrassed, but there was also a hint of strangeness hidden.

The people of the Black Prison Demon Palace, what do they like about this Gu Shi nephew, why would they spare him his life and control him in their hands?

……

Gu Qing walked in the rain.

At this moment, he is out of the city.

The muddy path was full of puddles, and the few pedestrians who came and went were dressed in robes, Gu Qing walked for more than a dozen breaths, and returned to the ruins of the urn city, holding a bronze mirror, watching the rain line in front of him fall into the empty fields.

The rice millet seen earlier has been harvested.

Gu Qing's eyes narrowed.

He was a little surprised that Hongling, a strange gray bird, could recognize him wearing a black dragon stump and being easy to look at, but that's all.

The reason why he didn't talk to Hongling was simple.

This woman must have left some means on his body to prevent him from turning to other monks for help.

Maybe everything he does will be taken into account by Luo Lingrui, and in this case, his life is at stake, so he can only be cautious.

Playing with the bronze mirror magic weapon in his hand for a while, Gu Qing suspected that this mirror was in the hands of He Qing of the He family, and the water moon mirror that could eliminate the enemy's cultivation and attack methods.

But I don't know why it fell into the hands of the female cultivator just now.

This treasure should be a high-grade magic weapon.

"A fourth-level female cultivator of Qi refining not only has a top-grade magic weapon, but also eighty-one methods of refining other people's qi and blood that are not as good as grades, as well as the cultivation method of blood crystal rice millet and the seeds of more than 100 blood crystal rice millet ......"

Gu Qing's heart was a little surprised, he put the bronze mirror magic weapon into the space of the stone stele, and took one step, his figure came to the ruins, and he was dressed in black and fierce, standing with his hands in his hands.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he breathed attentively.

The rain was hazy, and in the blink of an eye, night had fallen.

The cold night wind blew down, sparse a little rain line, turned into fine ice crystals, and the freezing rain fell on the ground, enveloping the earthmoving city not far away, trying to sweep Gu Qing's figure into it, but it only made the corners of Gu Qing's black-clothed clothes churn more violently.

A figure hidden in the freezing rain came silently behind Gu Qing, and suddenly made a palm print.

The jet-black palm print was extremely condensed, penetrating the rain curtain, crushing the frozen raindrops, and urging the roar of the gale to fall on the back of Gu Qing's head in an instant.

Gu Qing's figure turned into mist and dissipated.

The man who came behind Gu Qing silently was a man in white, but when he saw this scene, he didn't panic at all, and threw out a white mantle to the side with his sleeves.

Swish!

The white cloaking shredded the rain curtain, shattering a layer of illusion that had been laid down at some point, and Gu Qing's figure appeared.

Sushui Xuanzhu hung above his head, and the Xuehua Sword in his hand was unsheathed, condensing a residual red and black sword qi, this sword qi was like a long wind rolling upside down, smashing the white mantle, and stabbing straight at the white-clothed man above the side.

Zheng!

Qingxi sword trick, sword qi is long.

The reddish and blackened sword qi rose into the sky, breaking through the rain curtain.

The man in white rolled up his sleeves and blocked.

The illusory armor resembling fish scales condensed around him.

Immediately, the figure of the man in white was carried into the air by this long river of sword qi, Gu Qing saw this, and in front of the horizontal sword, his body turned into a cloud of sword light and approached the man in white.

In the blink of an eye, Gu Qing was already approaching the man in white.

Qingxi sword trick, a sword to break the wind.

Gu Qing slashed upwards with an extremely fast sword.

Click!

The reddish and blackened sword light flashed, and the rain curtain within ten zhang was cut off, and the blurred face of the man in white became clear.

Half of this person's face was covered by a mask engraved with a white remnant dragon, and the remaining half of his face was a little delicate and uninhibited.

The man in white is a backhand.

Airplanes!

In his palm, a ball of white light shone brightly, and a string of white beads on his wrist was faintly visible, exuding some kind of extremely heavy power, and then a condensed palm print as white as the scorching sun crushed Gu Qing's reddish and blackened sword light.

The blazing white palm prints of the sun were photographed from above.

A sense of life and death crisis appeared in Gu Qing's heart.

He used the Xuehua sword to lead, and cast the defensive style of the lotus sword technique, and the second lotus opened, and the blood-colored lotus flower glowing with black light shrouded his body in it.

The sound of fine sword qi shattering sounded.

Gu Qing's figure, shrouded in a blood-colored lotus flower glowing with black light, was fiercely pressed down by this palm.

But at this time, the man in white was nervous.

Click......

The sound of freezing spread rapidly to all sides, and the man in white only felt a muffled thunder penetrate his ears, and the whole person fell straight like thunder, and when he came back to his senses, an illusory arrow with mixed colors had torn apart the illusory armor with fine fish scales, almost piercing his chest with an arrow.

The pupils shrank sharply, and the string of white beads on the wrist of the man in white spun rapidly, and Huo Ran shattered one.

"Zhenshan!"

The white-clothed man's fingers changed rapidly, and as he spoke, he immediately grabbed straight at the illusory arrow of mixed colors.

Throat!

The palm of the man in white with blazing white light, the moment he grabbed the illusory arrow, the rain line within a range of hundreds of zhang seemed to freeze for a moment, and then all turned into black and red ice crystals and shattered, while the man in white was wrapped in the illusory arrow, turned into an ice mound, and shot towards the air.

Gu Qing, who fell downward, turned slightly pale.

He loosened the bowstring of the Chill Moon Bow.

The sacrificial refining of this high-grade magic weapon, the Cold Cantis Falling Moon Bow, did not consume Gu Qing's long time, and it only took him half a day to complete the sacrifice of this Cold Cantis Falling Moon Bow.

"This arrow consumes forty percent of the spiritual power in the body, and the power it exerts is not bad." Gu Qing fell to the ground with a thud.

He waved his hand and put away the Cold Claw Falling Moon Bow and Xuehua Sword, raised his head slightly, and a white light flew from above, it was the man in white who received his arrow.

At this time, the man in white, his body was in the cold mist, his expression was a little gloomy, he stared at Gu Qing a few feet away, and looked at it for a long time.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his hand, which wore the string of white beads, trembled slightly.

"Lord, let me pick you up."

The man in white whispered.

……

Leaving the earthwork city, Gu Qing and the man in white went all the way to the depths of the Yingchuan mountain range, and the surrounding terrain became more and more complicated.

Hundreds of towering walls stand on the land of Yingchuan, and the highest part of these walls is only a few hundred zhang away from the gray Gangfeng layer, even if the monk wants to climb it, it is not so easy.

The deepest mountain range of Yingchuan is adjacent to Huaining County.

A high white wall, the Huaining and Yingchuan counties separate, this white wall is very special, not to mention the grass on it, there is an inexplicable suction, as long as it is close to this white wall within ten miles, no matter people and beasts, they will be like a few breaths like bacon, drained blood, turned into a dried corpse and died, the dead dried corpse will also be in half a day, sucked into powder by the white wall.

This time, the Danding Gate and the Danding Sect have invited the false infant power of the Five Nations Cultivation Alliance, and the place of the absolute spirit that they want to open is in the deepest part of the mountain range where the white wall is located, and it is worth mentioning that the rare place of the fourth order here also has the nickname of 'Demon Spirit Stream'.

Less than eight miles from the white wall.

Gu Qing and the white-clothed man each used their spiritual power in their bodies, resisting the strange suction of the white wall in the distance, and marched towards the depths of this mountain range with a group of monks.

Along the way, the man in white said few words, and he called himself Bailong, who should be another named disciple of Na Luo Lingrui.

Gu Qing felt the movement of the blood veins in his body.

Under the remnants of the black dragon, his expression was slightly strange.

On one side of his body, his flesh was slightly red, and the blood in his body seemed to gush out along his pores, attracted by the white wall that looked like a canopy of heaven up close.

Under his feet was soft dust, I don't know if it was the fine powder made from the crushing of rocks, or the corpse powder turned into dead humans and beasts.

"The blood veins near the Shenque acupoint have not moved at all, and you can even feel an invisible force, penetrating into the Shenque from all directions, and submerging into the Yin Talisman......

It's weird. ”

Gu Qing's brows furrowed slightly.

The number of monks in the neighborhood gradually increased.

All the cultivators behaved more restrained, and even if they encountered any enemies of life and death, they did not directly start fighting here.

Due to the strange suction of the white wall here, not only could the cultivators not be able to probe the surroundings with their divine sense, but they could not even use their divine sense to transmit sounds, and once the divine soul power came out of the eyebrows, it would be immediately taken away by that suction.

There have been many monks who do not believe in evil and have tried to find out their senses.

As a result, these monks who did not believe in evil spirits, after discovering their divine senses, their respective divine soul powers were rapidly pulled and consumed, and soon a ball of blood shot out from their eyebrows, and they all collapsed on the ground with pale faces, and some of them almost died on the spot.

So the cultivators had no choice but to open their mouths and talk in a low voice.

The closer you get to the depths of this mountain range, the more monks there are, and the noise of such a tumultuous noise merges.

It wasn't until the cultivators came to the depths of this mountain range that the hustle and bustle that had lasted all the way suddenly cleared, and the cultivators were silent.

Here, the most conspicuous thing is the red pillar of light.

This bright red pillar of light, five or six zhang thick, this red pillar of light rises from the sky, a person dressed in a red big body, immortal wind dao bone cultivation, closed his eyes and hands, floating in the air in the middle of this red pillar of light, silently waiting for something.

This red great cultivator, where it is, all the colors in heaven and earth seem to have been taken away by him, and the light under the waning moon is forcibly distorted, converging towards this cultivation.

The red illusory light wheel, the size of more than a zhang, looms after this cultivation, and every time this red illusory light wheel rotates, the temperature around it will rise sharply.

"False Infant Realm Monk!"

Gu Qing glanced at the Immortal Wind Dao Bone Cultivator who was wearing a red pillar of light, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

His heart shook.

Sure enough, it was extraordinary, such a monk in the False Infant Realm was afraid that just a slanted glance could make him die.