Inside the stele space.

Gu Qing stared at the light gray mark and took a few breaths.

Then, he leaned a trace of his divine sense towards it.

When Gu Qing's divine sense came into contact with the dense imprints on the stone tablet, the light gray imprints, a little gray light fell off from the imprints.

This bit of gray light followed Gu Qing's divine sense and went straight to his eyebrows.

Gu Qing sensed a cold and dead silence from this gray light, his eyes flashed slightly, and he let this gray light disappear into his eyebrows according to the idea of cutting off this trace of divine consciousness.

A pinprick pain came from above the skull.

As the gray light sank into the center of his eyebrows, an extremely grand and tragic picture was revealed in front of his eyes.

It was a battlefield with no end in sight.

A black-clothed monk with a blurred face, standing alone in front of a pass, standing in front of hundreds of attacking cultivators, these hundreds of attacking monks were all walking in the air, even if the cultivation aura of the weakest one of them was not comparable to that of a monk in the Qi refining period.

The monks who came from these attacks also had the lowest cultivation in the foundation building period.

The magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and even several magic weapons with breath far exceeding the spiritual weapons in the sky smashed down towards the black-clothed monk with a blurred face like a torrent, and all kinds of spiritual light mixed together, and the black sky seemed to fill half of the sky.

Even if it was the most ordinary sword light, Gu Qing contemplated it, and he felt a sense of trembling, this sword light, I am afraid that just by rubbing the edge, he could evaporate alive.

But I saw the black-clothed monk with a blurred face, gently stretched out a finger and walked towards the cultivators who were attacking.

Immediately.

An illusory finger that could even see the texture could be seen clearly, condensed from the finger end of the black-clothed monk's hand with a blurred face, and pressed towards the dark spiritual light.

Airplanes!

I don't know if the heavens and the earth are trembling, or if this picture is trembling.

This illusory finger was gray and black in color, and after breaking away from the fingers of the black-clothed monk with a blurred face, it suddenly grew larger.

The gray light spread from this illusory finger in all directions, and in an instant, it spread out in front of the entire pass, enveloping all the cultivators who had attacked.

After the magic weapons and spiritual weapons that were cleansed with spiritual light were covered by this gray light, the power contained in them was instantly emptied and turned into a little powder and sprinkled out.

The many monks who came from the attack were like sand dunes blown by a strong wind, one by one, at an extremely fast speed, annihilating and turning into a part of the gray light.

In an instant, the black-clothed monk with a blurred face who attacked the cultivators, only eight figures remained.

Each of these eight figures sacrificed their magic weapons, shielded themselves in the gray light, and shot backwards like teleportation.

Above the blurred faces of these eight people, they seemed to be opening their mouths and shouting.

Under the gray mang, those magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and many monks who have been annihilated and invisible, all the power contained in them has converged on the illusory giant finger, and this illusory gray-black finger has turned into hundreds of zhang long, and the texture on it is even clearer.

At this moment, the black-clothed monk with a blurred face was empty.

Hundreds of illusory fingers of length and length pressed horizontally, and suddenly landed on the magic weapon that the eight figures relied on to protect their bodies.

The magic weapon of the eight figures collapsed silently.

Almost instantly, seven of them had been crushed into powder by this huge illusory finger of gray and black color.

In the end, only the cultivation with the strongest breath remained, turning into a blood-colored light and wanting to escape, and was brushed by this huge gray-black illusory finger.

Half of this Xiu's body disappeared directly, and in the remaining half of his body, a purple bead flew out, and a condensed purple light wheel bloomed towards the remaining half of his body, and then this purple bead wrapped the remaining half of his body and flashed away into the distance.

Gu Qing was fascinated, and there was a blur in front of him, but he saw that illusory huge finger slamming down towards him.

He was shocked, and the picture was torn apart.

"Return to the ruins, and those who are destined are self-satisfied."

The warm and indifferent voice sounded in Gu Qing's ears.

Immediately, more than 100 words were sprinkled and imprinted into Gu Qing's mind.

These more than 100 words are a kind of text that is unfamiliar to Gu Qing, but as he looks at it word by word, he can actually understand it.

"Lang Huan Star Domain, the ninety-eighth ranking on the Divine Power List, and the ruins are ......" Gu Qing just recognized the first few words, and there were already some ripples in his heart.

"What is the Lang Huan Star Domain?

Listening to this name, it should be somewhere outside the territory.

The supernatural list is easy to understand.

Above the rumored spells, there are supernatural powers.

Ranked ninety-eighth, return to the ruins and ......"

Gu Qing looked at the pitch-black stone tablet.

The traces that were originally shining with a light gray shimmer, the light gray shimmer, I don't know when it has fallen silent.

There is no trace of variegated black stone stele, and there are dense imprints, which may be thousands at a cursory glance.

Gu Qing stretched out his hand and lightly touched the pitch-black stone tablet, a slight cool feeling came from the tip of his fingers, and his gaze swept over the dense imprints, staring at the four lines of poetry again.

"Gather the five elements to refine the true way, and get rid of life and death to prove nirvana.

These two poems should correspond to the period of refining qi and the period of foundation building.

If I really follow these two verses of poetry to cultivate, this path should be the last section of my path in the Qi refining period, although the Great Five Elements Condensation Truth and Mystic Method, it has not been stated, but wood, fire, earth, metal, and water, have already completed a round, according to my guess, if the foundation of this path is not built, I am afraid that after the dispersal of the exercises, there will be some unexpected changes, and it is by no means a good change......

Gu Qing withdrew his gaze.

His divine consciousness swept through the space of the stone tablet.

"The spiritual fluid of the wood genus has been exhausted, and the only thing I have to heal at the moment is the Yellow Bud Pill." After a moment's thought, he unbuttoned the clothes on his chest, and condensed a simple rejuvenation technique from the end of his fingers, smashing it on the hideous scar on his chest, and the hideous scar with a red glow quickly faded.

By the time he threw out the seventh rejuvenation technique, the hideous scar that had been originally reddened had become nothing.

"That's all there is to it."

Gu Qing tidied up the black clothes on his body.

It is impossible for him to stay in the stone tablet space all the time, and the demon spirit stream is extremely dangerous, and he can't use his spiritual power after he goes out, and he can hardly use his divine sense, and he is in a physical state, and he must achieve the best before going out.

Gu Qing untied the temples that were a lot messy, the ice crystal hairpin that he had condensed with his spiritual power had already melted, and the sideburns had already collapsed, which was very messy.

He took the Xuehua Sword, cut off the crystal white hair that hung down to his waist to his shoulder, and took out several corpses from several storages.

"I wanted to save ten or eight monks' corpses, refine them or sell them, but it seems that there is no need at this moment." Gu Qing picked up the head of the tall barbarian cultivator he had killed in the yellow sand of Tianbei County, and held it in his hand.

"Among these corpses, this guy should be the one with the strongest qi and blood."

Gu Qing took the tall head of the barbarian cultivator and his headless body together, and took out the eighty-one magic weapon nails in the storage bag of the female cultivator who had been killed by him before.

One by one, he stabbed the long nail magic weapon into the body of this tall barbarian cultivator, twelve of which were pierced on the skull, and the rest were all pierced into the body of this tall barbarian cultivator.

"It shouldn't be a problem to run the Yin Evil Xuangong, urge the Yin Talismans in the Shenque Acupoint to refine the blood and qi, suck these corpses dry, and replenish my deficient essence and blood."

He looked at the thick blood qi that floated out from the body and head of this tall and barbarian cultivator, and immediately took a futon and sat cross-legged on the side of this tall and barbarian cultivator's body.

Yin and Evil Xuangong worked in his body.

Gu Qing spit out, incorporated the rich blood qi into his body, and used the Yin and Xuan Gong to carry this blood qi towards the Shenque acupoint.

As soon as the blood qi entered the Shenque acupoint, the yin talisman flickered slightly.

Gu Qing could clearly feel it.

The essence and blood in his body were born with the flickering of the Yin Talisman, and soon, his pale cheeks were bloody.

……

Inside the stele space, five days later.

Several corpses have been turned into dried corpses.

Gu Qing used the fireball technique to condense dark red blood flames, incinerating several dried corpses into ashes and stuffing them into a storage bag at will.

"The essence and blood in the body have all recovered, and there is even a lot more, and by refining the blood and qi of the corpse, the essence and blood obtained are a little mixed, which makes me have mixed thoughts."

His face was unusually ruddy, and his brow furrowed slightly.

Eliminating distracting thoughts, Gu Qing breathed a long sigh of relief and got up from the futon.

In the past five days, Gu Qing has been dedicated to two purposes, in addition to restoring the essence and blood in his body with Yin and Xuan Gong, he has also comprehended the ruins with one finger, but he has gained nothing.

This is to be expected.

If the supernatural power is above the magic, it is so easy to cultivate, but it is strange.

"It's time to go out, too."

Gu Qing felt the thinner and thinner aura in the stone tablet space.

He took the Cold Claw Falling Moon Bow, put it behind his back, and took the Xuehua Sword in his hand again, hesitated for a few breaths, and did not bring anything else.

"The remnants of the black dragon have been lost in the sea." Gu Qing glanced at the other four flying swords, "This black dragon remnant as a spiritual weapon, it would not have fallen off, but in this demon spirit stream, its spirituality has been suppressed, and it is normal to lose it. ”

Then he visualized the vertical eyes in the center of his eyebrows.

His figure disappeared into the stone tablet space.

……

Black island, on the beach.

The waves crashed against the beach with a tiny amplitude, and the dark red sun on the horizon seemed to be eternal.

Under the swaying blue-black banana leaves, the figure of the young man in black appeared, and it was Gu Qing who came out of the space of the stone tablet.

He stared at the vast sea ahead.

Gu Qing didn't know if the other monks were also coming to the black sea area the next moment they entered the Demon Spirit Stream, if it was true that other monks also came to the sea area, then I am afraid that there would really be monks who would be drowned.

He also didn't drown because there was an island nearby.

If there is an unlucky monk who is sent to the depths of the black sea as soon as he enters the Demon Spirit Stream, and there is not even an island for hundreds of miles nearby, then it is inevitable that he will be drowned.

Gu Qing retracted his gaze.

He bent down and grabbed a handful of sand.

Black-red grit with a faint residual heat.

He twisted lightly in his hand, pinched a few large gravels, and threw them in the air, and the Xuehua sword in his hand was unsheathed.

There was a flash of cold light, and the gravel was chopped to pieces.

A trace of black gas remained in mid-air and quickly dissipated.

Gu Qing returned the sword to its sheath.

"This black qi should be attached to the tangible things here, and I don't know if it can be attributed to yin qi." He closed his eyes slightly and looked inward at his body, "The spiritual power in the body disappeared again, and the power of the divine soul was also suppressed, and the divine sense could not lean out of the body, at most it could only look inward." ”

He stood with his sword in his hand, trying to operate the Yin and Evil Xuangong.

In the Shenque acupoint, the yin charm trembled slightly.

Immediately, a faint tingling sensation came from between his mouth and nose and from the 36,000 pores around his body, and the black qi visible to the naked eye gathered frantically towards him from all directions, like locusts that could see the crops.

When Gu Qing saw this scene, his pupils shook.

"Hiss......"

He gasped and hurriedly stopped running Yin Sha Xuangong.

The black qi that gathered from all directions slowly dissipated.

Gu Qing lowered his head and raised his arm, hoarded his sleeves, and saw tiny spots of blood emerging from his flesh and skin.

The hot and stinging sensation in the throat and viscera is even more lingering.