The green vines on the cliff wall were very strong, but under the tearing of the dozens of terrifying aura, they looked so fragile, cracked into countless sections, and sprayed towards the dense forest mountain road.

The green vine is very strong, which does not mean that the weight is heavy, in fact, it is very light, but when these green vine passages are on the mountain road and in the forest, they are like heavy siege stones.

With a loud bang, the green vine passage on the ground, smashed countless holes, flew into the forest, smashed countless trees, splashed countless debris, debris whistling, some deep into the solid trunk, some cut deep white marks on the surface of the hard stone, it looked particularly terrifying.

A piece of green vine, which looked very thin and soft, fell from between the cliffs and hit Longqing's back.

He felt that he had been hit by a boulder in the back, his face suddenly turned pale, he vomited a large mouthful of blood, and his eyes showed a look of extreme fear, and he forcibly endured his injuries and continued to run down the mountain.

The old Taoist priests in the cave had mixed feelings about Longqing, because he represented the hope of returning to the world, but also the shadow of death, and the two mixed together became the darkest and sweetest temptation.

They had been silently watching the transmission of the half-cut Daoist before, and they had a faint understanding of something, and understood that even if Longqing was no longer so vicious, in the process of using the Gray Eye Technique, he could not control the irrepressible ambition and greed, and that absolutely ruthless ambition and greed ultimately represented their death.

The Taoist priests who were injured by the master and Ke Haoran and became deformed people have survived in this mountain peak for decades and still haven't died, which means that they don't want to die. If they don't want to die, they must be able to resist the dark and sweet temptation that Longqing brings them, and the easiest way is to kill him.

Long Qing didn't understand this truth from the beginning, but before he died, he had warned him, so he reacted immediately and tried to escape.

However, even though he knew how terrifying the strength realm of these old Daoists in the cave was, he still didn't expect that just a few simple dozens of breaths would trigger such an earth-shattering might.

The rocks on the mountain road are scattered, the rumbling is continuous, and the dense forest is even more broken by the fallen branches, giving birth to countless smoke and dust, it looks like Haotian is angry, raining meteorites to punish disrespectful sinners.

Longqing, whose face was pale, ran wildly through these smoke and dangerous explosions, desperately dodging the green vines and fallen trees that could kill him lightly.

Fortunately for him, during the days when he left the South China Sea and came to Zhishouguan, he had to climb this cliff every day to deliver things to these old Taoist priests in the cave, so he was very familiar with the terrain of this cliff and the dense forest below the mountain, and this familiarity could help him make the most rapid and accurate response.

From time to time, debris cut through his skin and flesh, more and more wounds on his body, more and more blood flowed, the color of the black robe did not change, but the edges of the placket were already soaked and began to drip down.

Gradually, the explosion in the dense forest became more and more sparse, and the broken pieces of green vines that fell became less and less, and he was getting farther and farther away from the peak, he did not slow down the speed of running, but the expression on his face became more and more calm, more and more calmly in the deepest part of the calm expression, maybe there were palpitations and ecstasy, but no one could see it.

Even if it's himself.

Longqing finally managed to get away from the cliff and ran into Zhishouguan.

When he came to the shore of the lake, he looked at the golden-like grass on the eaves of the seven grass houses, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he suddenly let out a low roar like a wounded beast.

He rushed into the third grass hut and reached out to hold the Heavenly Book Sand Scroll.

The Heavenly Book Sand Scroll recorded countless secret studies, as vast as the sea, extremely thick, but for some reason, when his blood-stained right hand fell on the Sand Scroll, this Heavenly Book seemed to become much thinner.

Long Qing stuffed the sand scroll into his arms, walked out of the grass huts, and looked at the rest of the grass huts, but just as he was about to continue to do something, he suddenly felt a very faint breath, which was coming towards the lake at a very fast speed, his expression was abrupt, he didn't dare to delay time, and ran towards the Dao Hall in the distance.

That Taoist hall is the medicine hall of Zhishouguan.

These days, Longqing has been refining medicine and meditating in the medicine hall, and he is very familiar with this place, so he went directly to the alchemy room at the back of the medicine hall, and took out the furnace sitting pill that had been simmering coldly from the ding.

Although he forcibly absorbed half of the cultivation of the Dao person, the experience consciousness and mental power of a Heavenly Apocalypse Realm powerhouse who exceeded the five realms could be imagined, with his realm at this time, there was no way to absorb it in a short period of time, and he even had to suppress the tendency of these cultivations in his body with an extremely strong will.

And when he escaped from the cave, he was seriously injured.

It stands to reason that he should not hesitate at this time, swallow the furnace that he had worked hard to refine, and then sit on the ground to transport the medicinal power to ensure that he survived, but the strange thing was that he didn't even look at these pills, but ran directly to the front hall.

He pushed open the sandalwood door and walked over to the simple display shelf.

On the display shelf, there is a small crystal clear medicine bottle made of unknown materials.

In order to resist the temptation, he hadn't opened the sandalwood door these days, and hadn't even looked behind the door, but in his heart, he didn't know how many times he had imagined the feeling of holding this small medicine bottle, and how many times he imagined the feeling of holding this small medicine bottle in his arms.

So he remembered the location of the vial very clearly.

He stretched out his hand without any hesitation and his movements were very accurate.

Almost ruthless and ignorant, his mood was so dark and terrifying that even the old Taoist priests in the cave felt faintly afraid, and the moment his fingers touched the small medicine bottle, he still couldn't help but tremble.

His fingers were stained with blood, and he smelled of blood.

The small medicine bottle has a faint medicinal fragrance.

When this extremely faint medicinal fragrance lingered on his fingers, all the smell of blood seemed to be purified in an instant, and he could no longer smell the slightest, and Long Qing even felt that the injuries in his body seemed to disappear in an instant.

It was difficult for him to remain calm, and his gray eyes suddenly brightened.

......

......

When Long Qing walked out of the medicine hall and was about to find the way to leave Zhishouguan as quickly as possible, he was a little surprised but not unexpectedly saw the figure of the middle-aged Taoist in front of that meadow.

The meadow in early autumn is very strange and has not turned yellow, nor has any frost white, it is still dark green, and the middle-aged Taoist wears a light cyan robe, standing in front of the meadow, as if he is about to melt in, looking extremely inconspicuous.

This picture means something else to Longqing. He didn't know where this uncle's cultivation realm had reached, but at this time, watching the other party merge with the meadow as if it were nothing, he finally confirmed that this uncle had already advanced to the realm of knowing fate, and might even have reached the peak of knowing fate.

A bitter smile appeared on Long Qing's face, thinking that this was indeed the case, no matter how lonely and lonely Zhishouguan was, it was still a holy place of Taoism, and it was still an unknowable place for cultivators in the world to respect the kingdom of God, and how could a Taoist who was qualified to take care of this Taoist temple alone be an ordinary person?

The middle-aged Taoist looked at him quietly and said, "Why did you do this?"

Long Qing knew what he was asking and replied, "Because I want to." ”

In the South China Sea Boat, the Taoist in Tsing Yi had a very important conversation with Long Qing, and Long Qing understood that his mind was Haotian's will from that moment.

The middle-aged Taoist has been meditating and enlightening in Zhishouguan all the year round, and he is a senior brother with the Taoist in Tsing Yi on the boat in the South China Sea, so he naturally understands the meaning of Longqing's answer.

He looked at Long Qing and said: "Senior brother's opinion, I, as a junior brother, may not agree with it, but I can't find a reason to oppose him, but even if our hearts are Haotian's will, I still don't understand, why are you doing this." Being able to practice in Zhishouguan, being able to read heavenly books, being able to get along with those Dao seniors day and night, even if you don't do anything, just practice calmly, one day you will be able to return to your original strength, and even get a better realm, why do you want to take such risks?"

"Because I'm not the only one in the world who is practicing. ”

Long Qing replied. He didn't say this completely, he knew very well that when he was meditating in Zhishouguan, those people didn't stop moving forward, the Taoist idiot had become the ruling great priest, the bookworm had advanced to the realm of knowing fate, and the most important thing was that the person named Ning Que would not wait for him.

He needs time.

It is impossible for him to practice peacefully in this Taoist temple for decades.

For though his expression was calm and his mood seemed to be calm, he could not yet attain true peace.

Before defeating the Dao idiot and killing Ning Que.

......

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The middle-aged Taoist suddenly smelled a very faint medicinal fragrance, his expression became solemn, and he said: "It is already a great sin to murder the predecessors of the Daomen, and you still want to steal the treasure of the Daomen?"

Long Qing knew that his uncle had found out that he had stolen a small medicine bottle, and was about to say something, when the middle-aged Taoist suddenly sensed the breath of the Book of Heaven on him, and he couldn't help but change color, and reprimanded him sharply: "You actually dare to steal the Book of Heaven! Aren't you afraid of being beaten into the underworld!"

"I've been thinking about why the Lord came to save myself when I was really desperate, no longer giving up on myself, no longer swaying between light and darkness, and starting to be an ordinary businessman, trying to live this tedious life like a vulgar and mortal. ”

"It wasn't until I came to Zhishouguan and began to practice Gray Eyes that I saw the Tongtian Pill that I gradually couldn't suppress the temptation of the aura of those Dao seniors in the cave, especially when the previous half-cut Daoist told me about the relationship between strength and pride before he died...... I gradually realized that if there is something different about me, it is that I have no attachment to this world, so I can be proud of the world, I can not be proud of the world, I can abandon it, so I have the best chance of becoming the most powerful person. ”

Long Qing looked at the middle-aged Taoist and said quietly, with a very strange but extremely resolute smile on his pale face: "As long as I can become strong again, what if I want to sink forever in the underworld? If I am willing to pay the price of eternal sinking in the underworld, why don't I become strong again?"