What was unsatisfactory was this retreat cultivation, but his cultivation was not at all, but to his relief, the Yan Qi in his body had undergone a qualitative change, and there was a lot of bright and black Yan Qi in the bright green Yan Qi, which was the Yan Qi of the Black Spirit Pure Fire.

With this kind of temperament, he can take advantage of a lot when competing with other cultivators.

As soon as he thought of this, he decided to leave Jingfu first, and these five years of cultivation had completely isolated him from the outside world. He clearly remembered that the pure fire had penetrated the entire Yongnan County along the ground water five years ago, and now that such a long time had passed, he didn't know what was going on outside.

After spending a little time, Qiu Ming finally determined that there was no one in the huge Jing Mansion, and he must have been wiped out by other sects or the Black Spirit Jingcao.

Qiu Ming didn't think about it deeply, after all, Jingfu had nothing to do with him. Fortunately, all his divine weapons were not stolen, but they were covered with dust, apparently because they had not been used for a long time.

As for his brother Feng Jin, he was not worried, the Black Spirit Jingcao would not dare to slaughter mortals indiscriminately, otherwise he would suffer the [Heavenly Punishment] because of his own life and death contract.

"I didn't expect that the situation of that group of cultivators and adults was actually inferior to ours?" two pedestrians passed past Qiu Ming, and one of them muttered.

"Yes, Lord Cultivator, who lives a carefree life with fine clothes and food, may die at any time?" the other whispered. Because they were talking about the life and death of cultivators, and seeing that Qiu Ming was dressed as a cultivator, the voices of the two were very small, and they were also afraid of violating Qiu Ming's taboo.

But Qiu Ming, as a cultivator, had amazing ear power, so naturally he heard their conversation Qiu Ming's brows furrowed, and he was suspicious in his heart: it seemed that the matter was far more serious than he imagined, so he hurriedly took two steps to block the way of the two.

"Two little brothers, what happened in Yongnan County?" Qiu Ming was afraid that his identity as a cultivator would frighten the two of them, so he immediately asked in a soothing tone: "This cultivator has just been out of the customs, and he doesn't know anything about the past five years. ”

The two of them had never seen cultivators so politely and politely with a mortal, and they respectfully told everything that had happened in the past five years.

Listening to what the other two slowly said, Qiu Ming's face suddenly turned ugly: the Black Spirit Quiet Grass actually separated the entire Yongnan County from the Living Soul Continent, and surrounded it with the Black Spirit Pure Fire, isolating it into an isolated island. In addition, the black spirit pure fire that infiltrated it posed a danger to the cultivators.

Today's Yongnan County is already a human purgatory in the cultivator world.

Qiu Ming muttered: "This is simply a catastrophe in the cultivator world, this catastrophe is no less than the plague in the mouth of mortals, when you encounter it, you can't hide it, you can't get out, you can't get out of it, there is no reason to survive if you go on like this." ”

Qiu Ming left the two of them and walked forward on his own, thinking about this, he began to regret the five years of cultivation in retreat, if it weren't for this, he wouldn't be trapped on this island.

Of course, Qiu Jue is not worried about his own safety, if he is trapped on an isolated island, he is not reconciled, he is not a person who sits idly by, but he can't think of a good way to leave the desert island for a while, which makes him distressed, which seems to be a haze hanging over his head.

"There's always a way to get out. Qiu Ming thought to himself.

He decided to investigate first, and maybe find a way out. Today's Yongnan County is not what it used to be, it is difficult to see a few cultivators on the street, and most of them must have been ruthlessly slaughtered by the Black Spirit Pure Fire. Now even several gates of Yongnan County are closed, and they are covered with dust, as if they have not been opened for a long time. It seems that everyone is afraid of the Dao in their bones, so that they dare not open the gates.

"Self-deception!?Hei Ling Jingcao wants to kill people, do you still need to open the city gate?" Qiu Ming smiled slightly, but the people swept out of the city gate to the outskirts of the city, in fact, the suburbs of the city are just a long and narrow space between Yongnan County and Hei Ling Jinghai, which is covered with unknown vegetation of red, red, green and green, and wraps the entire Yongnan.

Qiu Ming stood in front of the seawater, staring at the deep pitch-black sea with an expressionless face, at this time, he remembered the scene when he escaped from the Shenlong Continent, and couldn't help clenching his fists, gushing out a wave of killing intent, but his clenched fists finally let go.

At some point, a vision suddenly rolled up in the distant sea, and a blazing white light suddenly flashed, shining a bright hall on the dark sea, and this vision was like a sharp sword tearing the entire night sky. Boom, accompanied by a deafening tsunami, a pair of octopus tentacles of different sizes like black ink can be faintly seen stretching out of the water, and they began to dance on the dark sea, and began to show off their might, as if a demon lord had descended, about to enslave the mortal world.

"Black Spirit Quiet Grass!?" Seeing this, Qiu Ming's heart suddenly swelled with a bad premonition, so he didn't delay any longer, and flew away from the place in an instant.

With a bang, a black wave crashed where he had just stood, igniting small black flames, swallowing all the grass and trees on the ground, and the tide receded only ashes. Seeing this scene, Qiu Ming made up his mind to go, and came to the city gate in a few leaps, and then jumped into the city, and when he found that there was no black spirit and quiet fire coming, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

He blamed himself for being too reckless, although the trip was only for a moment, but it was no less than a trip to the Netherworld, and he could die at any time.

Of course, it is not impossible for Qiu Ming to leave the isolated island, unless he has the cultivation of flying in the sky, but the art of controlling the sky is a talent only cultivated by cultivators of the Knowing Destiny Realm, and now his cultivation is worthy of breaking the deadline, and he is still far from the breakthrough of the Knowing Destiny Realm. This is not a small problem that stumped him for a while. Standing on the city wall, and looking into the distance, I found that on the pitch-black sea in the distance, the black spirit still grass had been lurking. Qiu Ming had an epiphany: This black spirit still grass is too cunning, once someone approaches the seashore, it will set off the waves to be evil, and once there is no one, it will continue to hide.

And most of the people who were close to the seashore had the same luck as him, trying to come to the beach to see if they could find a way out of the island, but unfortunately the heavens did not fulfill their wishes, and there was no mistake in the Black Spirit Jinghai, and there was no room for him to survive. Fortunately, he was strong enough to survive the disaster, and as for many other cultivators, it is estimated that they did not have such good luck.