Inside the stele space.

Time flies, and two months have passed in the blink of an eye.

The pitch-black stele seemed to be a little taller.

In the space of the stele, this most conspicuous pitch-black stele is like a whirlpool, attracting everything within three hundred and thirty-two zhang.

The mutated red-tailed demon bee that devoured Sun Sheng's bones was still asleep, but it was already a little unconscious.

In the spiritual pool in front of the pitch-black stone stele, the spiritual liquid dropped a little, and the five seriously damaged spiritual weapon sword embryos sank in the spiritual pool, like a fish half of life and death, turning their stomachs and not moving.

Each item exudes its own aura, and all kinds of auralight are mixed together, penetrating the spiritual mist, rendering the stone tablet space with a bit of mystery, like a secret place that no one can find.

The top of a pitch-black stele.

The young man with the same face as usual sat cross-legged.

This is Gu Qing.

It's just that at this time, Gu Qing's black robe has been torn apart.

On his body, a large number of blood-colored wounds flowed out of his body, and a strange force imprisoned him on the surface of his body, flowing back into his body, and flowing again in his body.

Except for the cheeks, there was hardly a piece of good meat on Gu Qing's body, the wound was turned out, and there was no bloody breath coming out, but a stream of fragrant breath drifted away from Gu Qing's body towards the surroundings.

His physical injuries were not caused by external forces.

When Gu Qing was forging the Divine Technique in Great Freedom, the intense pain was rarely experienced by him, and this kind of continuous, seemingly endless, pain made him feel like he was in an endless hell.

His body shrunk a lot out of thin air.

Half a head is shorter, and the bones around his body have atrophied.

This may be because he sheds a lot of sweat and body fluids, after all, he constantly crushes his own soul, repairs it, and then crushes it again...... This kind of recurring pain was too intense, so strong that he didn't know how many bodily fluids and spiritual power in his body were wiped out by life.

It was also after cultivating the Great Freedom Forging Divine Technique that Gu Qing realized that the connection between the divine soul and the physical body was so close.

The two are interdependent and do not exist independently.

For the cultivation of refining qi and building a foundation, if the soul is lost, it will die; If you can't find a suitable body, you can only die.

"After consuming sixty-one cold pattern spirit dragons, I have cultivated this Great Freedom Forging Divine Technique to the realm of Xiaocheng! It's hard."

Gu Qing's eyes were closed tightly and slowly opened.

His eyes were clear, without a hint of cloudiness.

There was not the slightest breath leaking out of his body, and he sat cross-legged on the top of the pitch-black stone tablet, like the most ordinary mortal in the mortal world.

After cultivating the Great Freedom Forging Divine Technique, Gu Qing not only increased the strength of the Divine Soul more than twice as much as before, but even the control of the power of his own Divine Soul was greatly enhanced, which made him able to do it easily and freely, and what he could not do in the past, he could better hide the cultivation of his body, and he could also condense the prohibition at a faster speed.

Especially for the control of one's own spiritual power.

Gu Qing floated up from the top of the pitch-black stone stele.

He walked silently into the air, came to the open space on the side of the stone tablet, slowly stretched out a finger, and some five-colored spiritual power came out of his finger, weaving into a five-colored lotus.

After the five-colored lotus flower appeared, it spun extremely fast, and finally burned, turning into an extremely hot flame the size of a human head, and it was still expanding rapidly, and finally it condensed into a fire dragon, breaking away from Gu Qing's fingers and impacting towards the black barrier in the stone tablet space in front of him.

Rumble!

The flames burst into flames.

Gu Qing, who was a little thin, stood in the sea of fire, and there was still no breath leaking out of his body, and he tilted his head slightly: "With ordinary spells, I can already do it instantaneously without wasting the slightest spiritual power!"

"If you have two magical powers, let's not mention the Yin Damudra for the time being, although the finger of returning to the ruins does not need spiritual power, but now I should be able to control it more accurately...... But here

In the stele space, it's not good to try to use the finger of returning to the ruins."

The sea of fire was quickly extinguished, and Gu Qing also turned around.

He took a step and returned to the top of the pitch-black stone tablet again.

"Now that my Divine Soul power has more than doubled, I will no longer be able to cultivate that Great Freedom Forging Divine Technique in a short period of time...... After the strength of the Divine Soul increases, if I don't use the Divine Will of Snow, my strength will increase by about four to fifty percent." Gu Qing touched his chin and estimated his body's strength.

Gu Qing remembered the situation when he had successfully used Feng Mingqin to successfully cast the Divine Will of Snow before, and his eyes couldn't help but flash slightly: "If I can use a magic weapon or a spiritual weapon to cast the Divine Will of Snow, it will naturally be much stronger than my rough Divine Will of Urging Snow!" It seems that I need to try it carefully to see what kind of magic weapon and spiritual weapon can carry my snow divine will!"

Outside.

More than half a month has passed.

On Longze Lake, there is almost no trace of monks.

There are only sporadic ships, full of ordinary people, walking on the foul-smelling Longze Lake, with a large amount of filth floating on the water, and the aquatic plants and fish in the lake have basically died.

The gray-black miasma shrouded the entire Longze Lake.

The toxins contained in the miasma can already poison ordinary people who breathe wantonly, and even cause trouble to low-level Qi refining monks.

"Have you sent all the detoxification pills? Many of these mortals are blood relatives of monks, and we can't afford to offend them!" On the deck of a jet-black ship dozens of feet long, there was a middle-aged man with a fierce face on his face, and asked the young man who bowed his hand to the side.

This middle-aged man with a fierce face is the dart head of a medium-sized island on the side of the Longqian River in Hanhai.

Hanhai is different from Longze Lake, Beize, and even the area occupied by the Five Kingdoms Xiuzhen Alliance, it is a place of spiritual energy, full of spiritual energy, even ordinary people without spiritual roots, if there are no accidents, most of them can live to be more than a hundred years old, and they are in good health.

However, the climate of Hanhai is extremely harsh, shipwrecks occur frequently, and in the vast sea, all kinds of demon beasts emerge in an endless stream, because if ordinary people are separated from the protection of monks, they cannot survive in Hanhai, and the ordinary people who exist in Hanhai are basically the blood relatives and descendants of monks.

Survive in the sea full of spiritual energy.

The identity is the descendant of the monks.

Under these two favorable conditions, the ordinary people of Hanhai are very different from the ordinary people living on land.

Although the ordinary people of Hanhai do not have spiritual power in their bodies, most of them have 'true qi, cultivated since childhood' internal strength, and can improve their internal strength and strengthen their true qi by eating various crops containing spiritual energy, and even have the strength equivalent to that of a low-level cultivator!

After all, most places on land are far less abundant than the spiritual energy of Hanhai, and they can't give birth to too many crops containing spiritual energy, and it is impossible for monks to give all kinds of spiritual plants to ordinary people to eat.

"Lin Tou, don't worry, the detoxification pill has been sent, we are not stupid, there are so many monks and blood relatives on this ship, we dare not offend...... But the other ships......

The young man who bowed his hand looked a little strange.

He used the corner of his eye to carefully scan the surroundings, and when he saw that there was no one near him, he took out a small package with many oval rows and protrusions from his bosom and handed it to Lin Dart in front of him.

Lin Dart didn't immediately reach out to pick it up.

"Don't go overboard! The people on those ships will live at least half of their lives! That's what he meant." Lin Daotou looked sideways, and several ships loomed in the miasma of dreams.

That's also their Wondershare boat.

Merely.

There are no blood relatives of the monks on it, just ordinary people who live on the islands of Longze Lake, and they are not of much value.

It seemed that he heard the wails and screams from the boats, and Lin Dart suddenly sighed secretly.

"Don't blame me! If you want to blame it, you can blame it

, blame those monks, I can't help myself......" He reached out and took the package handed by the young man behind him, weighed it, and licked his lips.

"With these spirit stones, the certainty of breaking through the innate after going back this time is much greater! If I can break through the innate nature, the main family will definitely pay more attention to my branch, and the spiritual objects issued can also increase several times."

Turning the river and the sea in his heart, Lin Dart looked at the calm water below, his eyes on the floating corpses of living beings, and the godless gathering.

He waved behind him.

The young man behind Lin Dart's head retreated with interest.

Just when the ships full of ordinary people converged towards the Longqian River, Longze Lake was a hundred miles away from the Longqian River, on a deserted island.

The cold wind blows, and the stench fills the sky.

With the stench of weight, it pressed across the desert island, and the vegetation on the desert island was all yellowed and withered, and the corpse of a huge whale 100 meters long lay quietly on the shallows.

The black water of the lake washed over and brought with it the corpses of many fish, turtles, turtles, and turtles, and flocks of birds spread among the rocks of the island, forming a mountain.

What stinks is not the corpses of many living beings, but the gray-black miasma that rises from the corpses of many living beings and gathers in mid-air, in just over half a month, there is a bit of momentum to turn into death, but this can not shake in the slightest, Li Hengyang, who is sitting under the corpse of the bird.

Li Hengyang's eyes were closed, like a dead thing.

He no longer vomits.

Longze Lake has no spiritual energy to breathe.

The spiritual power in his body is like an abyss, flowing endlessly along the meridians like a river, containing powerful power, but his body does not have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, only the divine consciousness that emerges from time to time sweeps the desert island inch by inch, as well as dozens of miles of water near the desert island.

The occasional ship passing by here could not make Li Hengyang pay half of his attention, he brewed a fatal blow, immersed all his mind near the desert island, and waited for the appearance of the figure in his memory.

As soon as the figure appeared, he was going to take his life, and he didn't intend to ask anything more, he had already decided to search for the man's soul.

Even though, this will make him have less longevity.