And the black crow twitched the corners of his mouth, and he was still fishing, catching a fart fish, big brother, you threw away the fishing rod!

Waiting for the fish to bring the rod back to you? And then biting the hook yourself? Are the fish stupid?

And Li Qinglian really waited for the fish to bring him back the fishing rod......

He likes it more than anyone else, he wants it, and he likes it at the first sight, it is a sharp knife, a sword blade, a bloody killing weapon everywhere he goes!

Li Qinglian needs such a team, in the future war, this force can play a great role, but this blood Ji is not Li Qinglian's thing!

It is the peach wood staff in his hand, and the blood Ji is not Li Qinglian's, the peach wood staff is just a joke, I really think that with a peach wood staff, I can control such a huge force, so that the power of the Yuan Shen Realm can bow down to it?

Whose blood is it? The blood is not Rose's! It is also not the blood grandmother's, but the blood Ji herself, you can know from the arrogance with which they spoke.

And Li Qinglian wants to turn Xueji into her own!

......

"Let's go, take a stroll around, and find a place to live for a while......," Li Qinglian said casually, looking unconcerned.

Now that he is stepping on Xingluo Island, he has no sense of crisis at all, and no one dares to make a move against him without knowing how to do it, just because of the backer of the blood grandmother, he is in a strange safety.

Although Yan Chuan knew his identity and hated him to the core, he still couldn't do anything about Li Qinglian, because he couldn't do anything with the blood grandmother, so there was no other way but to let it go!

Besides, an immortal who had not yet grown up, it was impossible to shake such a supreme sect as the Blood Cloud Sect, and its background was incomparably profound!

It's like an iceberg, there are nine layers sunk in the water, and only one weight is exposed, even if it is the Creation of Taoism, Li Qinglian has not figured it out, let alone the Blood Cloud Sect......

In just one day, Li Qinglian's figure was almost all over half of Xingluo Island, just wandering around aimlessly, as if he was afraid that no one would know that he had gone to Xingluo Island.

The divine sun is hanging in the west, and the remnant sun is like blood, Li Qinglian came to the front of the Chuitian Lingtan again......

Looking towards the immortal palace pavilion on the side, yawning, and walking towards it, with a casual face, just like visiting your own back garden.

Just as he stepped in, the void in front of him flashed suddenly, and Guo Ruoyue, who was dressed in a blood robe, suddenly appeared, and the position where he stood just blocked the way ahead......

"I don't know why Qinglian Immortal came to my small temple, my small temple can't accommodate your true immortal!" Guo Ruoyue said with a smile on her face, but this smile looked extremely far-fetched.

"Uncle Guo, what are you talking about, I'm Chu Qing!" Li Qinglian tilted her head and said with an incomparably bright smile on her face.

The corners of Guo Ruoyue's mouth twitched, but she didn't expect to get this answer, you just said in the fucking morning that you are not Chu Qing, not the son of the blood grandmother, when I am deaf?

Now that I'm here, it's Chu Qing...... What about liars?

Guo Ruoyue's mind turned to the extreme, looking at Li Qinglian with a bright smile on her face, she couldn't read a trace of thought on it, and secretly wondered in her heart if this Li Qinglian was here to seek revenge, after all, she was arrested by herself, and she suffered a lot along the way......

"Haha...... It's Uncle Guo who is confused! Please, please, please!" Guo Ruoyue laughed loudly, even Yan Chuan didn't have the slightest way to deal with Li Qinglian, what could he Guo Ruoyue do?

Sideways to get out of the way, Li Qinglian took the lead, raised her feet and went in, touring around, while Guo Ruoyue followed by her side step by step, and pointed out the beautiful scenery for her from time to time.

The lush forests, the waterfalls are turbulent, it is really intoxicating, Li Qinglian has a look of appreciation, and Guo Ruoyue's forehead is full of cold sweat, I can't wait to invite this plague god away immediately, if something happens to Li Qinglian here......

The first person to be killed by the blood grandmother was Guo Ruoyue!

"It's getting late, Uncle Guo doesn't know if there is a place to rest for Qing'er, I just went to Xingluo Island, but I don't even have a place to stay......" Li Qinglian smiled with a twinkle in her eyes.

The corners of Guo Ruoyue's eyes twitched, the whites of her eyes turned out, and she howled bitterly in her heart: "This kid is here for me......"

......

On the rugged stone cliff, there is a fairy pavilion, the name is listening to the wind pavilion, the sea breeze blows, and the beautiful melody is like a girl's singing, Li Qinglian is lying on the animal skin bed, her hands are pillowing her arms, and her eyes are flashing from time to time.

The black crow is active at the moment, like a fat penguin, pecking around the room, looking like a curious baby.

"Tsk, it's great to have a backer, haha, you didn't look at the old boy's expression, you just laughed to death!" The old boy in the crow's mouth was naturally Guo Ruoyue.

"Huh...... When you become your own backer, that's ...... power," Li Qinglian shook her head and smiled.

"Aren't you going to take a look at the Lingdao Lake, a rare opportunity!" The black crow changed his words, and he was more concerned about this matter than Li Qinglian.

"What's the use of going, it's still too early!" Li Qinglian shook her head, slowly closed her eyes, breathed evenly, and fell asleep.

I haven't practiced qi for a long time, because the entire realm of Qi Qi is surging, and Li Qinglian doesn't need to worry about it, and the qi is surging from the spring......

Ordinary monks are trying to expand their Qi Spring Eyes at this moment, but Li Qinglian doesn't need to do this at all, his Qi Spring Eyes are vast and boundless, and there is no value in expanding them, just wait until the moment when the innate Qi is exhausted.

The qi surge is just a transition for Li Qinglian, and Yang Xun and Dragon Breaking are the key, that is, now, when sleeping, cultivation is also growing like a bazooka, which is the benefit of a solid foundation.

The moon and stars are scarce, the night is sinking like water, and the entire Tingfeng Pavilion does not know how many divine senses are hidden, intertwined and monitoring Li Qinglian's actions all the time......

Li Qinglian crossed Xingluo Island, coupled with the blood mist breaking through the sea, which had already broken the balance to some extent, and it was strange not to pay attention to him, but in this case, Li Qinglian still slept smoothly......

After a night of silence, the sun rose in the east, accompanied by the sound of the wind like a girl's groan, Li Qinglian turned over, and the hard force under her made her frown, slowly opened her eyes, and sat up straight.

I saw that the peach cane that was shiny to the touch was lying quietly on the bed at the moment......

"Heh......" Li Qinglian shook her head and chuckled.

At this moment, the black crow was hiding in the corner, looking at the peachwood cane, remembering that last night, all the gray velvet was blown up, like a pom-pom.

"Big brother, that's not a fish! that's a kun......" The crow shuddered, and no one knew what it had seen last night.

"Let's go...... Walk the bend to ......" Li Qinglian didn't care about the peachwood cane on the bed, grabbed the black crow, got up and walked out of the Tingfeng Pavilion, and the small figure appeared all over Xingluo Island again, traveling around the mountains and rivers......

At the moment when he left the Listening Wind Pavilion, the void above the bed stretched out his hand that had been wrapped in black armor, and with a slight tear, the void shattered, grabbed the peachwood staff, and disappeared......

Time is like a white horse passing by, Li Qinglian's footsteps during this time can be said to have walked all over Xingluo Island, touring the mountains and rivers, it can be said that there is no serious thing at all.

At this moment, Li Qinglian is standing on top of a volcanic crater, the crater is extremely vast, emitting thick blood smoke, and in the volcano, there is a pool of blood-red magma, exuding an incomparably blazing heat!

The inner wall of the volcano was carved out of a small chamber, and there were many disciples in it, but at this moment, they were holding the law with their hands, throwing a miserable white corpse into the magma pool, and there were not a few people, monks, and wild beasts, and they also invested all kinds of precious materials.

All kinds of law battles were fought, and in the end, they were refined into a body with blood, and their breath was not weak......

"The Way of Refining Corpses! Li Qinglian touched her chin and was very interested in her appearance.

In the past half a month, Li Qinglian can be said to have a preliminary understanding of the Blood Cloud Sect.

The Blood Cloud Sect has no lineage, and the disciples are taught by elders who are highly cultivated, and they have formed a Zhenwu Hall like Guo Ruoyue, Zhou Tong's Torture Hall, and so on!

They are all led by elders who are advanced in the first cultivation, and they are taught one by one, forming a system like a towering giant tree, and the power is very concentrated......

The same is true for the islands scattered around Xingluo Island, but it is only because of its outstanding power that it is given to an island!

Competing with each other and fighting each other, although there are many losses in this way, it is invisibly the overall sense of competition of the disciples in the sect is improved......

And the power is scattered and centralized, and the final controller is still Yan Chuan, so once the Blood Cloud Sect moves, the efficiency is amazing!

If you have to divide it according to the lineage, it can be divided into corpse refining, blood refining, and soul refining. Although there are many halls, there are no more than a few.

In the past half a month, Li Qinglian has not observed much, and she is very interested in the unique cultivation method of the Blood Cloud Sect, such a cultivation is almost like the way of killing, and the entry realm is extremely fast, but the mood is unstable, but it is forced down by the entry realm!

It's like wandering on the edge of life and death, and the crisis of mood forces them to move forward frantically, although this cultivation method has many hidden dangers, it can enter the realm quickly, the bottleneck is very small, and there is no lack of merit.

Li Qinglian looked at the many disciples refining corpses, he also had a feeling of eagerness, licked his lips, in terms of materials, there were a lot of ...... in his spiritual void

For example, the skeletons of the two golden giants, but the method of refining corpses still needs to be considered, and such a rough method of refining corpses to refine the golden skeleton will be blind.

At this moment, the void behind him fluctuated suddenly, and then it was suddenly torn open, only to see the hand that had been completely wrapped in black armor grasping the peachwood staff, and gently inserting it into his waist, moving very slowly, as if he was afraid of being discovered......

Feeling the movement on his waist, and then looking at the black armor hand that suddenly retracted into the void, the corners of Li Qinglian's mouth twitched: "It's okay to sneak it into my arms while I'm sleeping, it's a bit too much for you to directly leave my waist this time......"