Flying for only a few dozen miles, the black light fell down.

Gu Qing looked around a few times.

Above the black mountain pack, there were circles of fire-colored strange trees with very narrow leaves, and there were no weeds around, only thick roots protruding from the ground.

There was a miasma in the vicinity, and the heavens and the earth were no longer pure black, but a little more hazy, and if anyone saw such a scene when they were sleepy, they would think that they were in a dream.

Ruan Xiaoliu was left aside by Gu Qing.

This young man looked bitter at the moment.

In the bitterness, there is also a hint of confusion.

It seems that there is no backbone for where to go.

Gu Qing turned a deaf ear to this.

He was feeling his current state.

After casting his finger to return to the ruins, he felt very strange.

The power that exceeded the load of the physical body filled the body, and the forcibly torn flesh continued to send pain, reminding him that in this state, he would explode and die at any time, but that powerful feeling made him can't help but be nostalgic.

At this moment, this dangerous and tempting force dissipated, and he was a little reluctant.

Under that force, Gu Qing's body that was lifted a few feet tall had already returned to its original state, and on his cracked body, red blood lines were rapidly healing.

After the bones around his body glowed with a hint of golden luster, Gu Qing's physique not only greatly increased in strength, but also his physique's self-healing ability reached the point of terror.

Just a few breaths passed.

On Gu Qing's body, after casting a finger to return to the ruins, the injuries caused by the power extracted from the surrounding Baizhang were raging, and all the injuries caused had been recovered.

His eyes lowered slightly.

At this moment, a trace of black qi dispersed towards the surroundings above the skin and flesh around him, among the 36,000 pores.

He worked to make the water a one.

The blood-colored spiritual power in the sea of dantian qi flowed through the meridians around his body, and a layer of blood-colored halo shrouded his body, and as this layer of protective spiritual light condensed, he could feel that the spiritual power in his body was constantly escaping towards the demon spirit stream.

His mind moved.

A spirit stone appeared in his hand.

This is a low-grade spirit stone, which is a water genus.

This spirit stone, once it appeared in the Demon Spirit Stream, dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if there was an invisible mouth, absorbing the spiritual energy in it.

In the blink of an eye, this spirit stone had dimmed by half.

Gu Qing's hand was slightly forced.

Burst!

This low-grade spirit stone of the water genus was pinched into powder by him.

A cloud of mist-like aura appeared in front of his eyes, dissipating at a faster speed, he opened his mouth and inhaled, incorporated the remaining spiritual mist into his body, ran the exercises, and refined it.

This piece of spirit stone, in the end, only one in a hundred spiritual energy, was refined into spiritual power by Gu Qing and returned to the dantian qi sea.

Gu Qing took out a few more storage bags from his arms.

He injected spiritual power one by one, looked at it slightly, and took out a bottle of ordinary Qi Replenishing Pill from one of the storage bags.

Before he could uncork the bottle, cracks appeared on the bottle.

Click!

After a slight crisp sound, the Qi Replenishing Pill Pill bottle was already torn apart, and the Qi Replenishing Pill inside fell to the ground, turning into a black residue that had expanded more than ten times.

The pill is almost impossible to take, and the aura of the spirit stone will almost escape completely, this demon spirit stream is really weird.

Gu Qing retracted his spiritual power and stopped urging the exercises.

"In this case, the effect of spiritual cultivation will not be too strong.

Even if it is a monk in the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining, the power that can be exerted is equivalent to that of a monk in the second layer of Qi refining in the outside world, and if the spiritual power in the body is used a little, it will be a little less, and it is very difficult to replenish it.

I don't know how much the monks in the foundation building period have been suppressed in this demon spirit stream, Luo Lingrui ...... This woman must be killed in the Demon Spirit Stream, so that he can sit back and relax. ”

He said in his heart.

Yi Rong can deceive the Qi Refining Cultivator, but he can't fool the Foundation Cultivator.

Once out of the Demon Spirit Stream, his divine soul breath will not be able to escape Luo Lingrui's induction, and at that time, he will be dead.

Gu Qing unsheathed Xuehua's sword, and his gaze fell on the sword body.

On it, there are black traces of erosion, if there are any.

"The magic weapon has also been greatly affected, just a simple sword flight, there is such a loss, of course, there is the power I drew with a finger of Guiru, forcibly used this Xuehua sword, the sword flight, but most of the reason, should be that the spirit of this sword is suppressed by the demon spirit stream."

Gu Qing glanced at it a few times.

He sheathed the Xuehua sword and put it in the stone tablet space.

Immediately, a black-red giant sword like a door panel was taken out of the stone tablet space by him, and it was the black flame sword.

This fire-attribute top-grade magic weapon flying sword, in the outside world, he has almost no chance to use it alone, after all, he cultivates the water attribute exercise, and the spiritual power that comes out of cultivation is the water attribute, and the power exerted by this black flame sword will be greatly reduced.

But at the moment, it's different.

Gu Qing held the Black Flame Sword, which didn't even have a scabbard, glanced at the sword body a few times, and slashed at the strange tree in front of him with a light weight.

Rumble!

The strange tree seemed to have evaporated directly.

This section was smashed into fine sawdust by Gu Qing.

The part of the strange tree that was vacated fell on the stump of the tree that was torn apart and exposed new stubble, and after a slight pause, it actually fell towards Ruan Xiaoliu on the side.

Ruan Xiaoliu suddenly felt a strong wind coming, and his heart was shocked.

Before he could think about it, his body had responded.

He rolled violently, dodging the fallen tree.

As soon as he dodged the fallen strange tree, Ruan Xiaoliu had a black and red sword with the width of the door panel on his shoulder, pressing him to the ground.

Gu Qing's expression was indifferent, and he said lightly: "Make a heavenly oath that you will never be my enemy and be unfavorable to me." ”

……

Four days later.

The same black mountain bag, ups and downs.

There are still only fire-colored strange trees around, there are no weeds, and there is no other vegetation, and the sky above the land should be affected by the white barriers on both sides, and only the white expanse can be seen, and there is no wild and dead air spreading like the sky above the sea.

The dark red remnant sun slanted westward.

Two figures, climbing over a mountain bag.

The man who opened the road in front of his head had a very green face, dusty face, and gloomy eyes, as if he had suffered some major blow recently, and he felt like a walking corpse.

The man walking behind, bald-headed, dressed in black and clean, carried a black-and-red sword with the width of the door panel on his shoulder, and a blue longbow that was more than a foot long across his back.

These two figures are Ruan Xiaoliu and Gu Qing.

When he entered this Demon Spirit Stream that day, the small black brand given by Luo Lingrui had been taken out by Gu Qing and held it in his hand.

"After injecting spiritual power with this card, among the inductions, the strongest breath is the farthest, it should be Na Luo Lingrui, and the other three breaths are similar in strength, and the nearest one is not far ahead." Gu Qing stepped over a few pieces of gravel, his eyes flashing slightly, "Is it the white dragon, or those two female cultivators?" No matter who it is, most of them have been cultivated by the Black Hell Demon Palace, and they have been taken away by the body. ”

Just when Gu Qing was thinking about it.

He and Ruan Xiaoliu climbed the mountain bag here.

Ruan Xiaoliu, who was in front, suddenly let out an exclamation.

Gu Qing's figure also paused slightly.

His eyes looked ahead, his pupils shrinking.

I saw there, the dark figure in front of me, the sky was completely high.

A rough estimate is probably a few thousand.

These thousands of figures stood together in a haphazard manner, all of them frozen, without the slightest movement, and without the slightest sound, spreading the hillside in front of them.

Gu Qing glanced at it a few times, and suddenly found a clue.

These thousands of figures are actually a withered corpse!

He frowned slightly, and said calmly, "Go and see." ”

As he spoke, Gu Qing walked in front.

Ruan Xiaoliu also noticed something unusual.

"Dry ...... Mummy! ”

Those thousands of figures are all corpses!

Dry corpses all over the place!

At this moment, Ruan Xiaoliu only felt that his throat was astringent, his feet were heavy, and even his head was a little dizzy, and the lingering smell of corpses seemed to come from his nose, and his heart was already filled with endless regret.

In the first place, his head must have been squeezed by the door.

Why did you enter this Raushzi's Demon Spirit Stream?

It's self-defeating!

Good luck......

What the hell is the chance!

Except for the dead, they are the dead, and the dead keep dying, but they don't even see a single hair of the legendary chance.

At this time, Ruan Xiaoliu just wanted to find a place to squint, and waited until the Demon Spirit Stream was closed, he was ostracized, and returned to the outside world, never entering any secret realm in this life, going to the mortal world to be an immortal master, eating and drinking spicy food every day, and then marrying ten or eight beautiful mortal women, and ending his life.

But as soon as he raised his eyes, Ruan Xiaoliu saw the shiny bald head in front of him.

Ruan Xiaoliu's eyes lit up.

He was blessed with a soul, and seemed to have understood something.

"It's better for someone else to die than to die for yourself.

This old demon Lin is so strong, follow him, not to mention walking sideways in this demon spirit stream, it will definitely be a lot safer! ”

Think about it here.

Ruan Xiaoliu hurriedly caught up with Gu Qing.

He followed behind Gu Qing step by step, with a flattering smile on his face from time to time, nodding his head and bowing, complimenting the nonsense, his expression was vivid, but it was very different from the appearance of the walking dead before.

Gu Qing's gaze was strange.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ruan Xiaoliu and did not say anything to respond.

Got off this mountain pack.

Gu Qing came to the strange 'dry corpse forest' composed of thousands of upright and upright dried corpses, which made him feel refreshed when he was used to seeing fire-colored strange trees in the past four days.

His footsteps stopped in front of a dried corpse.

This is the dried corpse of an indigenous woman.

The body was shriveled, the yellow flesh was cracked, revealing the bones, and the corners of the mouth were frozen due to shrinkage, but there seemed to be a little smile left, and the head was looking to the side.

The dry eyeballs in her eye sockets were like bubbles spit out by fish in a stream, leaving only a layer of clear outer wall, and the middle was empty, Gu Qing's eyes narrowed when she saw this.

He looked at the native woman, her head tilted.

There was an indigenous man, also turning his head, and there was a more obvious smile on the face of the dry corpse.

Combined with the movements of this man and woman......

"These two people were flirting before they died?"

Ruan Xiaoliu was surprised.

This young man, just racking his brains to compliment Gu Qing, almost exhausted his experience in the past ten years, and at this time he had not spoken for a long time.

But this statement is amazing.

Gu Qing didn't pay attention to Ruan Xiaoliu's thoughts.

He cast his gaze on the mountain bag in front of him, looking at the direction of thousands of dried corpses in this dry corpse forest.

"What is there that deprives these people of water in an instant, so that these people can't even struggle, and turn into dry corpses when they stand?"

Gu Qing's heart was filled with suspicion.

He wandered around in the forest of dry corpses.

Nearly an hour later.

In front of Gu Qing, there were a bunch of scrapped magic weapons and fragments of many storage bags, and his expression became solemn.

"Twenty-Three Monks......"

He whispered.

In this dry corpse forest, in addition to the natives in the thousands of demon spirit streams, there are also twenty-three monks, and these twenty-three monks also did not make any resistance, or even react, and their bodies have turned into dried corpses.

Their ritual utensils, as well as their storage bags, were all discarded.