dropped the hosta, Li Qingluo was excited, and her expression was sober for a moment.

Looking at the disgusting things in front of her, fear drowned her out little by little, and the chaotic babbling and strange tingling of her flesh that made her swell and retching in her mind made her crazy.

What the...... Stuff?!

She didn't dare to hesitate, as soon as she picked up the hosta, she ran out of the back yin mountain.

Where are the gentlemen, and why is this evil thing in the Celestial?

She didn't have time to think about it, so she could only fight for fate and Lingyuan to raise it.

The whisker seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and it hung down regretfully for a moment, then stood up again in thought, and from its sharp teeth erupted a distorted and invisible black gas, chased after it, and then hid again.

Run, run, run as far as you can.

Li Qingluo gasped under the agitation of her mentality, feeling the huge danger looming behind her.

In her mind, it was like an indescribable existence stretching out her fingers, constantly stirring in the sea of consciousness, making her mind hazy and even intermittent.

She had to run down the hill on instinct.

Do you want to go to Muyang and them......

No, no!

Li Qingluo thought about the problem with difficulty, trying her best not to drag the two into danger.

She flew forward, but the more she looked, the more frightened she became.

Is this still Taihaotian?

Why did Chang'an Juku's Outer Heaven become like this?

The good times of beauty and peace on weekdays have now turned into hideous minions, writhing tentacles, pus and blood tumors, and even under the feet, they are like moldy stinky meat with restless fluff.

The tentacles screamed among the trees, nearly tripping her over and engulfing her.

Li Qingluo did not hesitate and hid in the deep forest.

The black gas circled around, as if he had lost his target, and as if he was playing with a cat and a mouse, slowly chasing after him. It was imperceptibly divided and went to the other side at the foot of the backshade mountain......

He Muyang suddenly shuddered.

This is very strange, he is already a Returning Yuan Realm cultivator, if it weren't for Dao Ji's polishing and not being of the highest grade, he would have already broken through at this moment, and it is impossible for him to suffer from the spring cold.

"Muyang, what's wrong with you?" asked Xu Dong ignorantly.

"Oh, nothing. He Muyang smiled reluctantly, savoring the strange feeling in his heart.

Li Qingluo is not as calm as the two.

The sight in front of her kept pouring into her mind, weighing down her chest for a while, and the tingling on her body was even worse, and she turned her head to look behind her, there was nothing, so she scratched her forearm in the run.

Red marks were scratched on the jade arm that could be blown away, her eyes were red, and she continued to scratch with no effort, and the strength of the Daoji monk turned out all the flesh and skin, pulling out the worms that writhed and screamed.

She didn't seem to feel the pain, but a mouthful of silver teeth subconsciously bit blood.

Li Qingluo didn't care about being reserved, and spit out, emitting a fishy smell.

In such a vast sky, there was nowhere to go, but the psychology of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages tended to her to remove these disgusting tentacles and fingers and claws, and go in the direction of the Fourteenth Peak.

There's always a night master in the hospital, right?

Zhang Qinghe studied the exercises for most of the night and rubbed his temples.

He sorted out his own cultivation so that his future path would not be a mess.

It is certain that the scriptures of the past life have some kind of power, but it takes some kind of opportunity to understand them.

Not long ago, he also tried to recite the Taoist classics with only three melons and two dates left in his mind, after all, he was just an ordinary liberal arts college student in his previous life, and it was already a fluke to remember one or two sentences.

However, there was no response.

At present, the "Getaway" that he has realized and which patriarch has gifted him, and the inexplicable Dao Tianyin has given him a way to resist erosion and hide himself in the process of diving deep into the world to practice.

As for the method of absorbing the aura and running the week......

What is that? The Dao fetus is innate with all the veins and has the aura, and once you embark on the cultivation, even if you don't run the method, you will have the aura to drill into it.

But the ability of "Getaway" has its upper limit, and it must be attached to the strength of the divine soul, otherwise as the cultivation becomes stronger, the personality of the strange things deepens, and the chaos and infection that they unconsciously emit are enough for him to drink a pot.

It's like when the kun has not broken free from the fence of the North Sea, it is just a giant creature that lives on the water, and it is not very comfortable.

This involves the "Small Law of the Star Cultivator", which not only has the ability to lead the stars to strengthen the soul, but also indirectly strengthens the combat power, although it is lacking in refining the flesh, but it is already unsatisfactory.

After all, he is contrary to the usual so-called evil path monk - he is a true cultivator who has embarked on the path of "good and evil" at the same time, and is completely different from the monks of this realm in nature.

As for the "Flowing Cloud Escape Method", it is currently compatible.

A few martial arts seem to be messy and loose, but they have actually become a three-point system.

Zhang Qinghe took up the "Small Law of Constellation and Cultivation", and sank into the heart lake to recite two Taoist treasures, one zhang, ten zhang, one hundred zhang, and one thousand zhang......

Zhang Qinghe's Dao Ji was like a clear jade platform, hovering above the heart lake, drawing out a trace of aura from the heart lake, and then scattered around his body.

The Heart Lake is really a window between the spiritual realm and the human world for the monks of the Great Realm of Zhongtian.

Different from the "Tianzun Su Miao Interpretation of the Dao Divine Induction", the characteristics of the "Small Method of Constellation Cultivators" determine that even if Zhang Qinghe is a Taoist fetus, he does not have the purple qi from the east and the vision of the fairy spirit as seen by others in the past.

However, Zhang Qinghe almost burst into tears in his spiritual vision.

With the combined merits of the two Daozang and the "Small Method of Cultivating the Constellation Device", he actually opened up a pure land in a square circle of his body within a piece of Taihao Tian where his fingers, claws, tentacles and flesh were bonded.

Although there is no unicorn sleeping, the gods are obviously alike, but it is indeed a realm of clear air and shimmering light.

"This is called Xiuzhen. Zhang Qinghe sighed.

His heart relaxed, and he was finally convinced that this method was feasible.

And as she approached the Fourteenth Peak, Li Qingluo actually immediately changed her target, and she raised her head slightly.

"On the Peak of Life...... What's that?"

In the evil and terrifying Taihao Heaven, the glimmer of peace and holiness in the courtyard on the mountainside of Rimei Peak was like a bright light.

Originally, the black qi behind him followed gracefully, but it seemed that he also felt the pure land, and immediately became frantic and anxious, wanting to drill into Li Qingluo's body.

Li Qingluo seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, touched her arms, took out a magic treasure, and drank weakly and hoarsely

- "Edict!"

It turned into a rainbow light and went up to the peak, followed by black qi.

There really is a courtyard in the mountainside, and the breath of great light emanates from it.

Li Qingluo staggered open the door, and saw that it was the student with a face in the morning class sitting cross-legged under a peach tree, but there was an extra red mark of vermilion between the eyebrows of the eight poles of the fugue, adding a bit of inexplicable oppression.

The peach tree is no longer evil and twisted, and a light-colored peach blossom tree blooms, falling a few petals with the breeze and falling on the shoulders of the students in Tsing Yi.

It's just that compared with the weird demons around him, the courtyard looks even more grotesque, like a pair of ink.

Li Qingluo didn't care about Zhang Qinghe's frightened face when he opened his eyes, and said hoarsely

- "Save Me !!"