Industry country.

Yeongcheon-gun.

The deepest part of the mountain range.

In the thick black pillar of light, the gray-clothed Zhongsun Li shot at the iron-gray boulder below, striking out one prohibition after another.

A group of monks gathered around the black pillar of light, silently waiting.

Today is the day the Demon Spirit Stream closes.

On top of the iron-gray boulder, in the gray misty light, the light gate several feet high stabilized for a moment.

Airplanes!

The light gate, which was several feet high, trembled violently.

One after another, the closed demon spirit stream, the extremely tough repulsed figures, shot out in all directions with this light gate several feet high as the center.

One by one, figures smashed to the ground like dense raindrops.

Dense exclamations rang out, and many monks who were caught off guard and were ostracized fell to the ground.

A few monks with lowly cultivation even smashed a deep pit directly on the ground, and they were spit blood from their mouths and embarrassed by the force of the backshock.

Puff puff!

A few clouds of blood mist were spewed out by a light gate several feet high.

A blood-colored figure with a pale golden luster suddenly pierced through the blood mist and smashed into the ground in the distance.

This blood-colored figure is Gu Qing.

Now.

Above Gu Qing's figure, there were cracks.

His eyes turned blood-red.

Dark red blood flowed out from every pore of his body, and was confined to the surface of his body by a trace of flowing golden luster, and quickly flowed back down the pores.

White air currents, steaming on his body.

Soon.

His blood-colored body was shrouded in a cloud of white gas.

Many inquiring eyes are projected.

Not far away.

"This fellow Daoist's situation is really strange."

An old man with black hair, with a half-foot-long beard, frowned slightly, staring at the faintly visible blood-colored figure in the white gas.

This black-haired old man is neither fat nor thin, there are not many wrinkles on his face, and his small eyes are very bright, and from time to time there is a fine light flashing in them.

The old man's name is Ji Quan, and he has been cultivating in the Great Perfection Realm of Qi Refining for many years, and he is a native monk in this Yingchuan County.

"Father, there are many monks who have been rejected by the Demon Spirit Stream, and there are really many monks who have fallen into abnormal situations, what is so strange about this fellow Daoist?" There was a middle-aged man on the side who looked seven or eight points similar to Ji Quan, and he was a little puzzled.

Ji Quan shook his head gently.

He glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "This Taoist friend is seriously injured, but your father and I have only seen it in my life, if this kind of injury is placed on your kid's body, I am afraid that your kid has turned into blood mist on the spot." ”

The middle-aged man's expression froze, and he laughed dryly.

He turned his head.

Look at a few young people who are slightly embarrassed and have strange eyes.

"What are you waiting to see me do?" The middle-aged man's eyes widened, "Ji Cong, Ji Kun, why don't you two go to find Huang Daoyou and return to the Danding faction?" ”

"Senior Sister Huang Tao still has something important over there."

Among the young people, the young monk who was called Ji Cong responded with a cold face, which caused some displeasure in the hearts of the middle-aged people.

However, middle-aged people are not easy to have seizures.

Although he is the head of the Ji family.

is still this Ji Cong's uncle.

But I'm also afraid of chilling Ji Cong's heart.

This Ji Cong's appearance is extraordinary, his skin is fair, his body is tall, he stands out among several young people, and he is the rising star of their Yingchuan Ji family, and is expected to become the inner disciple of the Danding faction.

Ji Kun on the side was short and thin, with dark skin, and hurriedly added when he saw this: "If you go home, the inner disciples of the Danding faction have been taken away by a senior uncle, saying that they want to discuss something. ”

The middle-aged man nodded thoughtfully when he heard this.

It was while several monks of the Ji family were talking.

The blood-colored figure shrouded in white gas, the blood on his body had faded, Gu Qing was half-squatting on the ground naked, and the white flesh buds on his body were wriggling.

"So many people ......"

Gu Qing's pupils turned into normal colors and shrank slightly.

He didn't have the idea of running naked in public.

Urging the blood-colored spiritual power in his body to recover to its peak, a thicker white mist shrouded him, and he just wanted to take out his clothes from the stone tablet space, when he suddenly thought of something, and his movements were slightly sluggish.

Through the white mist, the corner of Gu Qing's eyes swept upward.

In the thick black pillar of light, the gray-clothed Zhongsun Li looked indifferent, his hands were empty, and his eyes seemed to be closed.

"False Infant Realm monk, don't be on guard."

Gu Qing said secretly in his heart.

Forthwith.

He felt a little embarrassed.

His storage bags were all received in the stele space, and using the stele space here was likely to be discovered by Zhongsun Li, who was in the fake infant realm.

Gu Qing quickly glanced around.

His gaze fell on Ji Quan's body.

"Fellow Daoist, can you borrow a piece of clothing?"

A sound sounded in Ji Quan's ears.

When Ji Quan heard the rumor, his heart sank.

Such a powerful divine soul power......

This monk who was so badly injured, could it be that the cultivation realm was in the foundation building period? Come to think of it, even if it is not the foundation building period, it must not be far behind.

Think about it here.

Ji Quanwan smiled, he shook his head: "It's just a piece of clothing, since Daoyou has spoken, what can't you borrow?" ”

said.

Ji Quan flicked his sleeves.

A black shadow was thrown towards Gu Qing by him.

Gu Qing, who was in the white mist, took over this black shadow.

Gu Qing's eyebrows furrowed.

After the bones around his body turned pale gold, his physical recovery ability was indeed beyond his imagination.

In just a few moments, most of his eyebrows had grown, and a layer of short hair had covered his head.

"You actually threw over a magic robe directly, is it so rich?" Gu Qing quickly put the clothes that Ji Quan threw over on his body.

The red robe was worn on Gu Qing's body, which was different from the black restraint, which made him a little more flamboyant.

Gu Qing casually waved away the white mist.

After a few steps, he had already come to Ji Quan's side, and said loudly: "Gu Qing, a deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect, thank you for your help." ”

A deacon disciple of the Idle Crane Sect?

Ji Quan's expression moved slightly, and his face was full of smiles.

This deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect is really extraordinary, and he can't even see the slightest bit of cultivation.

"Where, it's just a matter of effort."

Ji Quan returned to clench his fists.

He looked around a few times, his eyes flashed slightly, and said, "I haven't seen the Meng seniors and senior disciples of your sect. ”

Gu Qing frowned slightly.

He glanced at the cultivators around him.

Half a day.

But he didn't find the monk of the Crane Sect.

He saw Qin Lan and Concubine Qingying of the Yanggu Sect, these two people were following behind the foundation building monks of the Yanggu Sect, and they were talking to other disciples of the Yanggu Sect, and Concubine Qingying's expression was a little gloomy.

I don't know why Concubine Wanqing is missing this girl.

Watching Concubine Qingying's expression.

Concubine Wanqing is a woman, most of whom are already fierce and unlucky.

Gu Qing seemed to see the delicate female cultivator with a serious face on the green mountains and cloud boats that day, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly, but that's all.

Life and death, he has seen too much.

On the side of Jinyang Gate, the blonde hair that had been with Lei Yunyang before stood up, his face was full of grief, and he gritted his teeth like a fierce beast that wanted to choose people and devour.

Lei Yunyang is dead?

Gu Qing was a little pity.

This Lei Yunyang is dead, and he will never be able to avenge the revenge that was almost killed by a blow outside the ruins of the Chen Kingdom.

The disciples of the Purple Cloud Sect who came to enter the Demon Spirit Stream were also a considerable part of them, including that Jiaokong.

Chu Zihan's face was full of loneliness.

Gu Qing also did not find Xi Mengyun's figure.

The three people who followed Luo Lingrui's daughter before, Bai Long and the others, are also nowhere to be seen, most of these three people have been taken away by the foundation building monks of the Black Prison Demon Temple, with the means of the foundation building monks, even if the cultivation is not high for the time being, the possibility of falling is not great.

"Could it be that the Idle Crane Sect has been wiped out? But after entering the Demon Spirit Stream, it must be scattered, how can it be possible to die so cleanly......"

Gu Qing's heart was a little puzzled.

He stretched his brows, looked at Ji Quan, and said calmly: "Gu doesn't know about the situation of Uncle Meng and your fellow disciples. ”

Ji Quan glanced at Gu Qing deeply, this deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect was really a mountain collapsing in front of him and his color remained unchanged.

You must know that Meng Yue, the foundation building monk of your Xianhe Sect, and Lu Su, the fellow senior brother who is known as the first lineage, plus a large number of disciples, are likely to have all died in the Demon Spirit Stream!

So indifferent......

Ji Quan's previous friendship was a little lighter.

"Father, this is ......"

The middle-aged man on the side came up and looked at Gu Qing with a different look in his eyes.

Of course he knew.

This is the monk who was so badly wounded.

In the eyes of middle-aged people.

This monk, who was seriously injured just a few breaths ago, is actually alive and well at this moment, and he can't see the slightest sense of injury, which is really terrifying!

With such a powerful means of recovery, if this person can be sold to their Ji family, then the monks of their Ji family will undoubtedly be able to have one more hole card and a strong hole card when they walk outside in the future!

"This is the deacon disciple of the Xianhe Sect, Gu Qing Gu Daoyou." Ji Quan whispered to the middle-aged man.

said.

Ji Quan looked at Gu Qing and hugged his fists: "This robe will be given to Gu Daoyou, and Ji will say goodbye." ”

The Ji family and his party left.

Gu Qing didn't take this group of people to heart.

He searched around him a few more times.

After a dozen breaths.

still couldn't wait for Xi Mengyun's daughter, and took the initiative to find it.

"Is this old friend unwilling to reminisce, or has he already fallen? Let's go first, if she is still alive, she will always see her again. ”

Gu Qing's heart moved.

He stepped lightly.

The figure turned into white light and fled into the distance.

But I don't want to.

A purple-clothed figure stopped in front of him.

"Chu Zihan, Chu Daoyou! Why don't you stay with the junior brothers and sisters of the Purple Cloud Sect, the senior brothers and sisters, and come to find Gu Mou? Could it be that he is empty, lonely and cold, and he came to find comfort? ”

Gu Qing stopped his escape and blinked.

The loneliness on Chu Zihan's face disappeared a little.

She looked at the red-clothed Gu Qing in front of her, shook her head and said, "You Xianhe Sect seems to have some special means of communication, after entering the Demon Spirit Stream, they quickly gathered together, and followed Uncle Meng Yue to explore a dangerous place, uh, Uncle Meng Yue's shoulder, there was also a gray bird squatting. ”

Gu Qing's expression was slightly calm.

In this way, the monks of the Xianhe Sect are really dead.

"Thank you Chu Daoyou for telling me about this, after Gu goes back, he will definitely report this matter to the sect." He said in a deep voice.

Chu Zihan talked with him for a while before leaving.

Gu Qing once again turned into a cloud of white gas towards the mountains of the Yingchuan Group, and flew away close to the ground, passing by for two hundred miles.

Look back.

The black pillar of light was gone.

Presumably, the power of the False Infant Realm should not be so boring, always paying attention to a strange monk two hundred miles away.

Gu Qing took out a wooden flying sword covered with black veins from the space of the stone stele, stepped on it, and his body immediately turned into a ball of lightning, rising into the sky, and flew away towards the direction of Yan Kingdom.

"The Xuehua Sword, the Yanjiang Sword, and the Black Flame Sword have all been damaged to varying degrees, and casting the Five Qi Sword Technique will also have a great impact, and in such a state, forcibly casting the Five Qi Sword Technique is likely to further expand the damage."

Gu Qing thought to himself in his heart.

"I've been in the Demon Spirit Stream for nearly three months, I don't know if anything has changed in the situation on the Yan Country's side......

His speed slowed down.

In the blood-colored body protection aura, the slightest wind could not blow in, Gu Qing stood on top of the flying sword and took out the communication jade talisman.