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Chapter 43 Inflammation of the Bones

However, Qian Yannian felt that there were a lot of weirdness in the whole thing. (To read the latest chapters of this book, please visit the biquge.info of Wèn Aishang Novel Network)

What kind of person Li Qingshan is, she has already figured out a thing or two, maybe brave and strong, but she is by no means lacking in brains. Using the second layer of qi refining against the sixth layer of qi refining, everyone knows that it is the mantis arm as a car, but he is not afraid.

And her deliberate temptation just now also proved once again that he really has no background to rely on, so what is he relying on?

When he came, on the night on the ship, Qian Rongming went to find trouble with Li Qingshan, but he did not die in Diao Fei's hands, but died in his hands because he hid his strength with a special method.

Could it be that his real strength is more than the second layer of qi refining?

Qian Rongzhi's heart moved, Zhao Liangqing and Furong disappeared inexplicably, perhaps by accident. But she is very aware of Qian Yannian's strength, even if she can avoid those two Gengjin Qi swords, there are many powerful spirit runes in the treasure bag, how can it be useless?

She closed her eyes and began to try to remember, washed away the blood madness, and the scene of that night resurfaced in front of her.

Qian Yannian glared at her angrily, but he didn't say a word from beginning to end, why? There were many scars on his body, but the fatal ones were in the chest, so he was able to be easily pierced by her water-splitting stab.

When Qian Yannian came out, he was almost just a breath away, Li Qingshan seemed to be a wolf when he was beaten out, but he didn't have any decent injuries at all, and he defeated Qian Yannian head-on.

Li Qingshan must have a very strong killer weapon to dare to be so arrogant.

Considering the scars on Qian Yannian's body, Li Qingshan's body refining technique is likely to be much stronger than what he has come out of. Strong enough to take Qian Yannian's treasure bag in an instant, shatter his jaw, pierce his chest, and then pretend to be knocked away by him. In this way, everything makes sense, and Li Qingshan's words and deeds become reasonable.

As the saying goes, "A thief is a villain, wiser than a gentleman." Li Qingshan couldn't have imagined that his actions would be described in such detail.

Qian Rongzhi saw another scene, a tiger crouching in the dense forest, waiting for a vulture to descend from the sky. Who is the hunter and who is the prey, it is not yet known!

Zhuo Zhibo, that idiot, vainly called the word "wisdom", couldn't see the hidden crisis in it, it was really the same as Qian Yannian, who seemed to be shrewd and sophisticated, but in fact he was corrupt and stupid. But this is not to blame them, the days that can suppress everyone with their strength have passed for too long, so they are naturally too lazy to use their brains.

Of course, she won't kindly remind Zhuo Zhibo, it's still the same sentence, whoever dies, she is happy, and it is best to die together.

For the first time, she felt that Li Qingshan's chances of winning were a little bigger, because he was in the dark, and the people in the shadows were terrifying, which she deeply understood. If you use this matter to threaten Li Qingshan now, you will definitely die, and if you go back to report to Zhuo Zhibo, I am afraid it will not be any good, and once you lose the bet, you will have to follow Zhuo Zhibo to accompany the funeral. Li Qingshan's warning is not a joke.

Then, if you put a bet on Li Qingshan, can you get a piece of the pie on Zhuo Zhibo's corpse?

She seriously thought about all kinds of possibilities, and it was indeed much more difficult to be a cunning villain than to be a broad gentleman. At this time, she is absolutely calm and rational, even more broad-minded than a gentleman, completely putting aside personal honor and disgrace, and is mercenary.

In the sinkhole, a yin wind suddenly hit Qian Rongzhi, blowing her vest cold, and before she knew it, the night was already very heavy.

She turned her head and saw a cloud of turquoise ghost fire floating above the sinkhole.

Even ordinary people were frightened, not to mention that she was the culprit, but she just laughed and scolded: "Dead ghost!" and then put aside Li Qingshan's matter for the time being, there are more important things waiting for her to do!

Now, it's time to actually go home.

She raised her head and smiled slightly at the starry sky, Father and mother, brothers and sisters, you are all in a hurry!

After Qian Rongzhi left, amazing changes were taking place in the sinkhole, under the thick soil.

The porcelain altar cracked like a spider's web, shattered violently, and burned the corpses with blood, surging like a tide, burning in all directions, devouring all the corpses, filthy flesh and blood, turning into a part of the blood flames, burning even more violently.

The dark bottom of the pit turned into a bright sea of fire, and the rotten and filthy corpses turned into clear and rising flames.

On the top of the sinkhole, that little bit of ghost fire disappeared.

Thousands of white bones were scattered at the bottom of the pit.

Xiao An sat cross-legged in the center of the raging blood inflammation, manipulating the blood inflammation while absorbing the energy in the blood inflammation.

At the bottom of the pit, the skull stepped forward, with its black hole in its eye sockets, silently looking at him.

Xiao An pointed down his phalanges, and the blood inflammation differentiated into a thousand flame snakes, piercing into the skull.

The eye sockets of the black hole also lit up with the same blood inflammation as him, and all the skeletons were shaking violently, constantly colliding with each other, making a rapid sound of bang, and then they flew up, bits and pieces of bones, spliced together.

Thousands of skeletons, large and small, jumped at the bottom of the pit, dancing in flames, the sound of bones clashing like music, and the sound of teeth colliding like a song. Around the center of Xiao'an, it seems to be a grand sacrifice.

The cremation corpse blood flame can be differentiated, inhabited by other skeletons, and Xiao An has a sense of induction, driven by his thoughts, which he has long known, but this is meaningless, the fragile bones, I am afraid that even low-level martial artists can't beat it.

A skull flew up and landed in Xiao An's hands.

The eye sockets look at each other, and the blood inflammation and blood inflammation burn together.

The crematorium corpse was bloody, and in the bright red color, a trace of paleness gradually appeared.

Xiao An's eye sockets revealed a joyful light, and "Zhuyan White Bone Dao" went one step further into the flame-Bone Inflammation.

As the name suggests, fire can burn white bones.

If it was an ordinary flame, no matter how hot it was, it would only turn the white bones into charcoal, but under the licking of that trace of the skull, the skull melted like sugar, and the process was extremely slow and incredible.

It took a long time for the skull to completely dissolve, turning into a drop of pale liquid that fell onto his forehead.

Then he raised his hand, and a bony arm fell into his hand, continuing to simmer.

While quenching the white bones, the white bone inflammation is also getting bigger and bigger, and at the same time, it is burning Xiao An's white bone body,

This process was a hundred times more painful than when practicing with blood, like countless steel needles and bone saws and grinding stones, piercing, cutting, and sharpening his body.

Ordinary people will go crazy in pain in an instant, and even die of pain. Not to mention persevering, but in his eyes, the flames were scorching, and there was no fear.

Whenever he felt that he was about to be unable to bear it, a gust of wind and snow filled his eyes, and he returned to the ice sword cliff again, that snowy night.

Li Qingshan waved his hand to the side and told him to walk away, then disappeared into the wind and snow, and went to climb the ice cliff alone, walking on a desperate road.

He stood alone in the wind and snow for a long time, and instead of listening to his words and hiding, he stiffened and was cold to the bone, wondering in fear if he was going to die, and then fell to his knees, and his whole body was about to crack in pain.

In the end, he caught up and helped Li Qingshan at a critical moment, because he didn't know where else he could go?

When the qiē ended, he looked at Li Qingshan and roared wildly, he couldn't speak, but he also clenched his teeth and clenched his fists.

That night, the impact on his soul was no less than that of Li Qingshan.

What is the pain compared to the pain at that time?

The raging bone inflammation enveloped him, dissolving a trace of impurities, and at the same time incorporating more bone fluid, and the cycle continued.

Before reshaping his body, he had to reshape his bones, become stronger, and keep up with him.

......

Li Qingshan came to the county government and handed over a bunch of house deeds to the magistrate for him to sell at auction on his behalf.

The magistrate was flattered, "My lord, I'm afraid this can't be sold out in a while." ”

Li Qingshan said: "I know that the time is urgent, even if I discount the price, it doesn't hurt, it can be regarded as my benefit to the people of Gufeng City." "With a huge amount of money of hundreds of Qi Condensing Pills in his hand, he didn't really care about the silver, and he thought about burning it, but it would inevitably bring a big turmoil to the Ancient Wind City, so he took this method.

Zhixian said: "My lord, the merit is immeasurable, I thank the people of Gufeng City for their kindness." ”

Merit? Li Qingshan smiled, he didn't believe this, "Within a month, this matter can be done." "There is no need to warn, and he doesn't believe that Zhixian dares to pit him, at most, he will scrape some oil and water, which is also natural.

The magistrate said: "My lord, what else is the matter?"

Li Qingshan turned around and walked out of the door: "I will live in the city for a while, just don't bother me." ”

As the largest landlord in the city, Li Qingshan of course will not live in a guest house anymore, and chose a small mansion on the mountainside, which is not far from Qianfu, the surroundings are very quiet, and most importantly, you can see the sinkhole here.

He stood in the courtyard, where there was a grape trellis, a rocking chair under the grape trellis, and a large water tank on the side, in which a few carp were raised, swimming freely, and the dark water was rippling with a crescent moon.

Although Xiao An didn't say it, he vaguely sensed that "Zhuyan White Bone Dao" was an extremely powerful supernatural power, which did not require elixir, and the speed of cultivation was extremely fast, and the power was amazing.

However, all of them are equal, and they need to have talents that ordinary people can't reach, and they need to endure pain that ordinary people can't bear.

Although Xiao An is just a child, he is a very smart and strong child, he doesn't need to worry too much, the only thing he is worried about is the future, their future.

After all these years, Xiao An's family is probably long gone! Maybe he just went back to remember a few tombs, and then I adopted him.

Li Qingshan scratched his head for a while: "Haha, it's really a demonic thought, a demonic thought." ”

In the end, he decided not to think so much, so he sat on the ground, threw a Qi Condensing Pill into his mouth, chewed it and smashed it, the heavy bitter taste spread, but his mind was clear, and then he began to practice.

A ray of sunlight fell on his eyelids, his eyelashes fluttered a few times, and he opened his eyes.

On the eastern horizon, thousands of clouds are burning, and a round of red sun slowly but firmly rushes into the sky, sowing boundless light and heat, dispelling the fog, and the endless golden wheat fields set off waves in the morning breeze.

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