His own meridians and acupoints are not able to withstand so much liquid spiritual power, and the total amount of spiritual power in his body is no different from before, but whether it is the body method or the sword, because the control of spiritual power is more accurate, it is obvious that the consumption has decreased.

After the spiritual power was condensed into liquid, the volume occupied by herself was also smaller, and more spiritual power could be contained in her acupoint meridians.

Waiting for the trick points to be filled, it is time to condense the golden pill.

Chang Ling's face not only had a few smiles on it.

When she first opened her pulse, watching her senior brothers and sisters in the Jindan Realm soar through the clouds and mist, turning their hands into clouds and covering their hands into rain, she felt how far away and unattainable it was at that time.

The next time she sees Gu Yunxi again, maybe she can also fight with him.

Not long after Chang Ling walked forward, he saw a rather lively 'city'.

After getting closer to see the whole picture, Chang Ling couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

It seems that it was hastily 'built' to house the monks, and each building has its own character, which should have been moved directly from the place by the mighty and put together...... It's very dazzling.

There is no forbidden barrier in this gathering place for immortal cultivators, but there is a registration place at the door, and it turns out that two Jindan Realm monks are sitting there.

Chang Lingshen exhaled and walked forward.

There were still many monks waiting to register in front of her, but they were somewhat similar to when she first entered Qingzhou, as if she had lost a drop of blood and exchanged for a token.

Yuanzhou is quite far away from Youzhou and Erzhou, calculating the time, those demon cultivators who rushed to this side from that side, even if they were lucky enough to pass through the Tongtian Mountain Range, are now far away from here.

In the face of the invasion of the demon race, the entire immortal cultivation world calmed down and thought about countermeasures after a short period of shock.

It is impossible not to restrict demon cultivation and evil cultivation, presumably those demon cultivation and evil cultivation can't even go to Qingzhou.

Otherwise, I don't know if it's the Demon Shadow in the Heavenly Realm or this group of demon cultivators who are causing trouble.

However, there are quite a few scattered cultivators who have left Qingzhou and poured into the rest of the states.

The attitudes of the various sects towards them are very ambiguous, and they do not want to provide substantial protection, hoping that they will rush to the forefront when they encounter problems.

What's the use of letting them rush to the front?

Through the previous conversation with Luoyue, Chang Ling learned that the demon clan could shrink into inches, and once they got out of trouble, it was only a matter of moments whether they reached Yuanzhou or Cangzhou and Yanzhou further north, and there was no safe place in the entire continent.

Not even temporary security.

The power of the origin will eventually reach a situation where it cannot support the current situation, and the day when the continent will be truly destroyed may not be far away.

But looking at the light breeze of the falling moon clouds, Chang Ling faintly felt that everything might have a turnaround.

Previously, when she knocked on the side to ask about the Tianxuan Secret Realm, she was unceremoniously warned by Luoyue, "This is not something she should know." ”

Chang Ling respected his secrets, but she was a little anxious.

Now that Luoyue has fallen into a state of not responding no matter how she calls, Chang Ling can only continue to move forward with doubts and anxieties full of doubts.

Soon it was her turn to register, and she had reported Fu Ning's name before, but now she could only continue to write it hard.

The registration here looked more like a formality, the two Jindan Realm monks simply detected the aura and cultivation on Chang Ling's body, and after carving her name on the blank token, she successfully entered the city.

There were a lot more people than she looked on the outside.

Most of them are in the Concentrating Realm, and the monks of the Open Pulse Realm do not have the ability to travel in the sky, and the family will not deliberately bring them, and there are a few of them, and they are all immature.

It should also be the core member of the youngest generation of the Immortal Cultivation Family.

Many of the buildings have small flags planted on them, and from a distance, they are colorful and waving in the wind.

Each flag has either a surname or a variety of sect names written on it.

When Yuanhuamen established this gathering place, the first people to go were definitely the families attached to it and the surrounding immortal cultivation sects.

For thousands of years, sectarian families living together in the same state have more or less inevitably been conflicted and contradictory.

Everyone is in the same city, and they are all trying to draw a clear line.

Yuanhuamen promised to shelter them, but no one dared to relax, in front of each building, there was a tall or short sign, all of them were recruiting monks, and the treatment was negotiable.

Whether it is a family or a sect, in addition to the blood relatives of the family and the disciples of the sect, there is also a very important component, the longest is called Keqing.

Enjoying a certain amount of worship from the family sect, providing help when needed, and not being restricted by family rules on weekdays, the life of the same monk is no different.

Chang Lingzai looked at the flags carefully, and he was constantly thinking.

She also wants to become a guest of a certain family or sect now, for no other reason, there is no one who can find an ownerless empty house in this not a large city.

Chang Ling is not a belligerent character, so if she really asks her to pull those monks who live well out of the room, she can't do it.

When she was in the Canglan Sword Sect, she never thought of understanding the distribution of the power of the various family sects in the mainland, and it was already a little reluctant to remember the names of the nine major sects.

As for the future, I didn't have a chance to know about it later.

Chang Ling looked at the flags one after another, and was a little difficult for a while.

"This senior, have you just come here?" a rather immature voice sounded behind Chang Ling.

She looked back to find a boy who was only as tall as her shoulders, and said with a smile on her face.

Chang Ling nodded.

The divine sense quietly looked at the situation of the person in front of him, opened the pulse realm, the foundation didn't seem to be very good, and his breathing was a little weak.

The young man's face was overjoyed, and he hurriedly bent down and saluted and said, "The young head of the Jiang family in Wucheng, Xiayuanzhou, the family has just come here, and they are also recruiting seniors from all walks of life, why don't you go with me to the place where the family temporarily lives to discuss it carefully?"

Chang Ling didn't say a word, put on a full senior posture, and nodded lightly.

Any slight change in the young man's expression could not escape her eyes, and she was also a little curious.

As the boy twisted and walked between the buildings, he walked further and further, and as far as the eye could see, there were all low houses in front of him.

It was similar to the house where Chang Ling lived in the mortal world.

The young man walked to a small courtyard with the word 'Jiang' engraved on the gate and lightly buckled the knocker.

"Who?" said an unceremonious voice from within.

A man with a big shoulder and a round waist opened the door and stared coldly at Chang Ling and the others.

The young man seemed to be a little scared, retreated behind Chang Ling, and quietly tugged at her sleeve: "Sister......"

The man glared at Chang Ling fiercely: "You are Jiang Hua?"

As soon as the words fell, a meteor hammer suddenly appeared in his hand, smashing straight towards Chang Ling.

The physical cultivation of the lower grade of the concentrating realm.

Chang Ling lightly caught the hammer that was a few points bigger than her head with one hand.

The fangs on the hammer didn't even cut through her skin.

She unceremoniously threw the hammer straight at the big man again, and the big man could only watch as the hammer smashed into his chest, and the whole person flew out upside down in an instant.

He was already dodging hard, but the hammer seemed to be aimed at him anyway, and a chill continued to spread over him.

Could it be that this kid's sister who was cultivating in Yuanhuamen really came to call the shots for him?

Chang Ling's blow didn't exert all her strength, and even she calculated the strength of this big man, which only made him fall to the ground and lose his ability to move.

She reached out and gently rubbed the head of the little boy who was following her.

There was a tremor in her palm.

She withdrew her hand and walked straight towards the courtyard.

There were three rooms in the courtyard, and in one of them, a rather low house with a tattered roof, lived an old man who was already faintly breathing.

"Sister, it's him! We were attacked by monsters along the way, and my father and uncle stayed to fight with the monsters in order to protect us, and asked him to take me and my grandfather to flee for their lives, waiting for them to get out and then meet us at this gathering place. ”

"However, but we couldn't wait for them, our Jiang family was originally a second-rate family in Wucheng, so they were assigned to such a small courtyard, he, he occupied the house, not to mention, and snatched my and grandpa's packages, my grandfather's old illness relapsed, and now he ...... again"

After listening to the little boy's babbling words, Chang Ling also sighed slightly in his heart.

She was calculated by this young man today, and she was already faintly dissatisfied in her heart.

But in such a situation, she couldn't be ruthless and criticize anything more.

The Yuan Sacrifice Sword came out of the storage artifact, grabbed the collar of the man who fell to the ground, and threw him directly out of the small courtyard.

Then the courtyard door slammed shut.

The young man looked out of the door with some hope, and tentatively stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of Chang Ling's clothes: "Sister, if you can't get rid of the troubles forever, what if he causes any trouble in the future?" Don't disturb my sister." ”

Chang Ling sneered, the struggle between the monks was already complicated, and the matters involved were quite extensive, and he was able to drive that person out today, firstly, because he would not hesitate to attack her when they met, and secondly, she really needed a place to live now.

It has little to do with the boy's words.

He said that the man treated him and his grandfather badly, but who knew if that person was the one who was harshly criticized in the Jiang family before.

Driving him out is already Chang Ling's maximum 'shot'.

Chang Ling didn't say anything more, walked to the side of the room, and checked the old man's condition.

He is just a mortal, and he should have taken some nourishing spirit grass at the look, but when the mortal is old, he looks like the lamp is running out, and Chang Ling can't do anything.

She could only use a little spiritual power to dredge the blood in his body and relieve him of some pain.

"You can stay with him. Chang Ling said to the young man behind him.

The boy's eyes turned red instantly.

My father and uncle, who stayed to fight against the demon beasts, have not yet arrived at the gathering place, and I am afraid that they will never come.

His grandfather was the only relative who was still with him, and soon, his grandfather would leave him.

His whole body froze there, and he bowed to Chang Ling and thanked him in a low voice.

After the house and supplies were occupied by that man, he was naturally unwilling.

The reason why the Jiang family was able to become a second-rate family in Wucheng was that in addition to the head of the high-grade family in the Condensation Realm and the two uncles who were also in the Condensing Realm, there was also Jiang Hua, who was a disciple of the inner sect of the Yuanhua Sect, who was his sister-in-law.

As for this big man, it was Elder Keqing who had just been recruited by the Jiang family not long ago, and at that time, he would affectionately call him 'Uncle Qiang'.

The big man naturally didn't take him in the open pulse realm in his eyes, and he probably still had some good thoughts, and he didn't kill the two of them, so he ran out while he was unprepared, hoping to seek his sister's help.

But this gathering place is so big, no one will take care of a weak Pulse Opening Realm cultivator.

Even the names of the inner disciples of the Yuanhua Sect are insignificant here.

After three or four days, his whole body was disheveled, his lips were chapped, and when he was at his most desperate, Chang Ling appeared.

He knew that he would accept the calculations of a senior monk if he were punished.

It's just that his grandfather is lying in bed and needs to take medicine, even if it only makes the old man hold on a little longer.

But......

He looked at the burden that Chang Ling threw in front of him and was snatched away by the big man before, and bit his lower lip tightly to prevent him from crying.

"Seniors, in Xiajiang Baby, thank you seniors. He choked up.

When the demon appeared, it happened to be his twelfth birthday, and his father said that he had prepared things and would take him to contemplate in a few days......

But then, everything changed.

The little young master, who has been pampered by thousands since he was a child, finally has to face all the ups and downs in this world.

Chang Ling didn't say anything more, and after watching the young man feed the unconscious old man with medicine, he walked into the courtyard, picked up the long stick that was placed aside, and waved it vigorously one by one.

Chang Ling shook his head and seemed to see his equally young self.

She was also a little confused now, whether it was a blessing or a misfortune for her to be able to stay in the Canglan Sword Sect for those years.

This young man has good talent, but he is not very suitable for the path of physical cultivation, and he is already sweating profusely before he swings the long stick a few times.

The young man was resting, and asked Chang Ling's room: "Senior, I don't know if I can know the name of my predecessor? ”

"Chang ......" Chang Ling said this sentence stiffly, holding back.

Jiang Ying was already very cheerful and called 'Chang senior'.

This senior is still willing to talk to himself, maybe he is not so angry.

Chang Ling didn't explain anything, anyway, when he entered this gathering place, except for those family bigwigs with heads and faces, not many people really carved their real names on the tokens.

Even monks who have cultivated to a certain extent walk outside, they all report the Dharma number.