Gu Qing's footsteps stopped.

"The cultivation method of contemplating bones is not uncommon, and many exercises that are biased towards refining the body have different methods of contemplating bones."

Gu Qing squinted his eyes in the flesh-and-blood cohesive body of the Nether Ghost Zhi, and a trace of translucent pale red liquid hung on his eyelids, this thing had a feeling of warmth, it was very disgusting.

His mind moved.

It was already condensed on the golden sheen of the bones around him.

Followed by.

Gu Qing was in a trance for a moment.

At the moment when Gu Qing was in a trance.

Time flies.

Countless red auras swarmed in all directions, and the flesh-and-blood body of the Nether Ghost Zhi that was attached to Gu Qing's body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the range within three zhang of Gu Qing's body soon turned into an open space.

Standing quietly in this clearing, Gu Qing's eyes seemed to be closed, and there seemed to be a faint golden luster around his body.

As his body glowed with this golden sheen.

Airplanes!

In the flesh and blood of the Netherghost Zhi's body, the red aura that gathered towards Gu Qing's body suddenly multiplied, faintly condensing into a huge crimson funnel, and the core position of the funnel was Gu Qing who was in a trance for a moment.

Gu Qing's senses were only for a moment, but when he came back to his senses from his trance, he didn't know how long it would have passed.

He opened his eyes as if he had closed them.

Gu Qing instinctively realized that more than a day had passed.

His body shook.

The crackling sound sounded from the hundreds of bones around him, and a sense of power arose in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at himself.

"Huh?"

The next moment.

A hint of surprise appeared on his face.

Now.

The bones around his body had turned into a pale gold.

The golden luster that had been circulating above his bones was like ink smeared in clear water, soaking his bones and blending into his bone marrow, dyeing all his bones a pale gold color.

The feeling of heat in the center of the eyebrows is gone.

I don't know if it has something to do with his bones, all of which have turned into pale gold.

Gu Qing touched his head.

His eyebrows and hair had grown back and were thick and black.

In his body, the tendons and veins of his limbs were like a new life, containing a powerful force, the blood-colored spiritual power shrank in his dantian qi sea, and the stone tablet space turned into a black point of light the size of a finger's belly, hanging above this blood-colored spiritual power lake.

"I don't know how strong my current physique is."

Gu Qing clenched his fists violently.

There was a tearing sound, and a strong air current spread out from his palm, shattering the earth and stones on the ground.

His heart moved.

Previously, on the black sea, the storage bag obtained by killing the cultivators on that island was taken out by him from the stone tablet space, and he injected spiritual power into the storage bag, and a sharp, golden medium-grade magic weapon flying sword appeared in his hand.

He looked at the blade and flicked his fingers abruptly.

Click!

The blade of the sword, glowing with cold light, split in half.

The broken sword burst out in front of the side, sinking between the earth and rocks with a pop, leaving only a hole in the white air.

Gu Qing was a little sluggish.

He swallowed, and put away the broken sword and storage bag.

His gaze focused on the finger that had just shattered the flying sword.

"I can easily smash the flying sword of a medium-grade magic weapon......"

His heart was full of distractions.

The picture of hard practice in the past is still vivid.

Countless days and nights of life and death struggle, in the face of this immeasurable force, have become dim, and a trace of confusion flooded his heart.

This power comes so simply.

It's like a dream.

It's like a flower in a mirror, a moon in the water.

made Gu Qing look at it really, and he didn't dare to believe it.

Long.

He sighed faintly.

As the saying goes, horses don't have night grass and no fertilizer.

This is not a deception.

"Thinking of me Gu Qing, after a hundred years of step-by-step cultivation in the bottom cultivation realm, the gains can be called very little, but just passively entering this demon spirit stream once, I got such a powerful power, and the importance of the opportunity can be seen." Gu Qing wiped away all the confusion in his heart.

His current strength is unknown.

Gu Qing was conscious.

Physical strength alone should not be enough to match the monks in the foundation building period.

But judging from the fact that he easily smashed the flying sword of the medium-grade magic weapon with one finger just now, even a monk in the foundation building period, if he was careless and was close to him, he was likely to be hammered to death by him.

That is to say.

"With such a physique and the Five Qi Sword Technique, plus many spirit runes, under the foundation, I am already invincible!"

Gu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward cautiously.

Swish!

He crushed the earth and stones under his feet, and in an instant, turned into a phantom, moving straight forward for more than two feet before he forcibly controlled it, and did not plunge headlong into the withered and hard blood-red substance in front of him.

"It's still in the body of the Nether Ghost Mushroom."

Gu Qing looked at the withered and hardened blood-red substance in front of him.

"What does the blood-colored aura of the Nether Ghost Zhi have to do with the blood-colored aura in the body of the blood demon fetus that the Soul Sect raised in Beize Liuji Mountain? It's all from the ancient demons......" Gu Qing secretly guessed in his heart.

Again, he looked inwardly at himself.

The mind is condensed in the cave of the gods.

The yin talisman in the Shenque acupoint continued to tremble, and a force that seemed to exist was transmitted from the blood demon fetus that was unknown to him across the space into his body, but it was absorbed before it even came out of the Shenque acupoint.

Gu Qing retracted his thoughts gathered in the Shenque Acupoint.

He was thoughtful.

"The wild death qi in this demon spirit stream, combined with the blood-colored breath, can directly turn into golden power." Gu Qing took out the Yanjiang Flying Sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, and slashed the flesh-and-blood, withered and hard part of the Nether Ghost Zhi in front of him, "If this golden power is called the power of the ancient demons, the wild and dead qi and this blood-colored aura should be the products of the differentiation of the power of the ancient demons." ”

Holding the Yanjiang Flying Sword, he dug out a few zhang forward.

Gu Qing's brows furrowed slightly.

There is still no half of the blood-colored breath to absorb.

"It seems that the absorption is very clean, which shows that there should be no problem with the cultivation method of Guan Gu, but this method is not easy to control, you have to study it carefully, and after you go out, you should collect information related to the ancient demons regardless of the loss." Gu Qing continued to march forward, but he no longer used the disgusting method of following the subtle lines and walking through the flesh-and-blood body of the Nether Ghost Zhi.

After digging more than thirty zhang forward, Gu Qing finally caught a trace of blood-colored breath, and he devoured it.

That strange feeling of hunger came over him again.

Don't wait for Gu Qing to think about anything.

A roar came from afar.

He shook violently as if he had been devoured by lightning.

Immediately, he took a few steps back uncontrollably, like a mortal man, following his instinct to avoid the femme fatale.

"What sound?"

Hear the voice.

In Gu Qing's heart, there was a bad premonition.

He didn't hesitate too much, and quickly stepped back to the rear.

The body of the Nether Ghost Zhi was so huge that it was unimaginable to imagine what extreme danger was hidden in it, and he didn't feel any surprises at all.

Gu Qing's figure turned into a speeding black shadow.

He followed the path he had come from, and at great speed, he walked through the flesh-and-blood body of the Nether Ghost Zhi, and the roar in his ears was not only not distant, but magnified a little, as if something was chasing him, getting closer and closer to him.

"Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, this should be my calamity."

Gu Qing turned his head abruptly and glanced at it.

His inexplicable whim and enlightenment.

……

Just when Gu Qing followed the way he came and returned.

Five monks from the foundation period are walking in the opposite direction of him.

Now.

These five foundation-building period monks were all a little embarrassed, and their faces were full of vigilance with each other, and they quickly walked through the body of the Netherworld Ghost Zhi.

It is different from Gu Qing being directly in the body of the Netherworld Ghost Zhi that is like flesh and blood, and directly flowing through it with his flesh body.

These five monks in the foundation building period each sacrificed their spiritual weapons, took turns to use means to open the way, and constantly smashed out one spiritual power after another, blasting open the body of the Netherworld Ghost Zhi like flesh and blood, and tearing a path alive.

The spiritual weapons of these five people are all different.

The tall and tall male cultivator who almost fanned Gu Qing to death before, still holding the three fiery feather fans in his hands, his face was gloomy.

"That kid got the spirit weapon of Luo Lingrui, the demon girl, and got into the body of the Netherworld Ghost Zhi, he must have avoided us and others."

The male cultivator narrowed his eyes and said.

"The body of this Netherworld Ghost Zhi is so huge, I'm afraid that only the core part is the real fourth-order spiritual material, but this time it was coaxed by Luo Lingrui, the demon girl, and it was almost planted."

A big man in black with a beard on his face, carrying a hammer-shaped spiritual weapon with a black body and a hammer head larger than his head, was a little hesitant: "I don't know how we got out of the strange space before?" In addition, Luo Lingrui, the demon girl, is so powerful, who was killed? ”

said.

The black-clothed man was stunned, his eyes looked at the male cultivator with a gloomy face holding a three-color fan, and said in a skeptical tone: "It can't be the kid in Niu Daoyou's mouth, right?" ”

As soon as the black-clothed man said this, the rest of the monks stopped.

"No, it won't."

Holding a three-color fan, the male cultivator with a gloomy face was full of determination, and he glanced at a few people: "That kid was almost killed by my fan before, so weak, how can he have the strength to kill Luo Lingrui, a demon girl?" ”

The male cultivator holding a three-color fan had a gloomy face.

Only then did it be seen that this male cultivator's appearance was excellent, dressed in white like snow, and he was the one who nodded to Luo Lingrui outside the previous prohibition layer.

"Then Luo Lingrui, who killed this demon girl? This matter is suspicious, Chai will not accompany him and leave. The big man in black rolled his eyes, clenched his fists and spoke, but without much hesitation, he flew away towards the rear.

"Humph! Unable to say boo to a goose. ”

The male cultivator holding the three-color fan snorted disdainfully, and looked at the other three: "Xiang Daoyou, Qiao Daoyou, Chongdaoyou, let's go to the core of the Netherworld Ghost Zhi's body on this trip, but it's not just for that kid, even if that kid is really not simple, I can't wait to fight him for life and death!" This Netherworld Ghost Mushroom is a fourth-order spiritual material, and it grows so huge, it must have a shocking secret that is enough to mediate and create! ”

Among the other three monks, two seemed to have known each other before, and when they heard the words of this monk, they looked at each other.

"Yes!"

"Niu Daoyou's words are really reasonable!"

The two of them answered back and forth.

"Xiang Daoyou is the highest cultivator among us, what do you think? Will I wait for the next step or retreat? The male cultivator, holding a three-color fan, set his eyes on the monk who had not spoken.

"The old man has little life, and if he fights, he will really die in this demon spirit stream, and he has no regrets." The rest of the monk had a white beard and white hair, his eyes were bright as fire, his face was full of wrinkles, but his body was extremely strong, and his voice was as loud as muffled thunder, and it shook people's eyes.

"I have this to say to my fellow Daoists, Niu Mou's heart is fixed!" The male cultivator holding a three-color fan said with a smile on his face.

The four of them did not stay any longer.

The male cultivator holding a three-color fan took the initiative to open the way.

He kept waving the fan in his hand, condensing crimson flames, tearing open the huge body of the Nether Ghost Zhi, and quickly moving forward.