In fact, it is very simple for Song Qingshu to solve the problem of luck backlash, as long as he can make his luck reach above zero. To do this, the easiest way for him is, of course, to rely on killing, plundering luck!

Song Qingshu looked around, and soon found that there was a Yuan army team of dozens of people hundreds of meters away roaring by, Song Qingshu sneered: "It's really sleepy and came to the pillow, since you caught up at this time, it was fate, but it's no wonder that I'm not going to blame!"

As soon as his legs were clamped, Bai Yun took Song Qingshu and rushed towards the Yuan army's squad! Although Song Qingshu was injured internally at this time, and there was not one true qi in his body, it was not something that these ordinary soldiers could fight. Flesh and blood flew sideways, stumps and arms were broken, ghosts cried wolves, people turned over on their backs, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of Yuan soldiers were killed by Song Qingshu. Only one place is left in a mess, like the blood prison of Shura.

Song Qingshu wiped the blood on his face and mobilized his internal breath, only to feel that his body was in a mess, his internal organs were damaged, and the eight veins of the Qi Sutra were almost twisted together.

Song Qingshu smiled bitterly, this luck backlash is really amazing, but it was just a moment of effort, and it caused such a big damage, fortunately there was such a team of Yuan soldiers passing by, otherwise, I really don't know what to do.

Do you really want to slaughter the people? If you do that, you are afraid that you will not be at peace for the rest of your life. The reason why people are human beings is to do something and not to do something. If even the bottom line of the last is lost, there is no name, what is the difference with **?

After killing these dozens of Yuan soldiers, the luck returned to seventy or eighty points, the effect of the luck reversal disappeared, and the injury no longer deteriorated.

"Next, I can only find a place to heal, fortunately, Jiuyang Shengong is good at healing, I hope it won't consume too much time. Song Qingshu smiled bitterly.

Riding Baiyun all the way to the south, and walking for twenty miles, I saw a small town, and there were several big characters written on the archway in front of the town, Xifeng Town.

Walking straight into the only inn in Xifeng Town, Song Qingshu casually threw a piece of silver to Xiao Er, and said lightly: "Give me an upper room, I'm going to buy a set of Tsing Yi caftan shirts, and the wine and food will be delivered to the room." ”

"Okay, guest officer, please here!" Xiao Er's eyes lit up, and he knew that the big customer had come, and he took the silver neatly and said with a smile on his face.

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In the antique guest room, Song Qingshu sat cross-legged on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, his face was as red as blood, and a trace of white gas came out from the top of his head, making the whole room full of smoke and mist, like a fairyland. Halfway, Song Qingshu let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes.

"Alas, the injury is too serious, although Jiuyang Shengong is good at healing, and it has improved greatly in the past three days, but if you want to fully recover, it will take at least a month. Song Qingshu sighed lightly and muttered to himself.

Pushing open the window, a fresh breeze blows in your face, which makes people feel refreshed. Accompanied by the breeze, a ray of sunshine sprinkled on Song Qingshu's face.

Song Qingshu seemed to be aware, raised his head slightly, and looked at where the sunlight came from. At this time, it was early in the morning, and the sun was rising in the east, but I saw a huge red sun, slowly rising in the east, illuminating the whole heaven and earth.

"The red sun is rising, and its path is bright!" Looking at the rising red sun, Song Qingshu sighed softly.

The rise of this red sun is slow, but it is unstoppable. As soon as the boundless darkness met this red sun, it was swept away, and there was no power to fight back.

"The red sun is rising, unstoppable?" Song Qingshu was suddenly stunned, muttering to himself, chewing these words carefully, only to feel that the aftertaste was endless.

"Hahaha, the red sun is rising, and its path is bright! The red sun is in the sky, and it is unstoppable! I see, it turns out that this is the true meaning of Jiuyang's divine skills! Jiuyang, Zhiyang! That is, Zhiyang is self-inflicted, fierce and domineering! Even if the enemy has a thousand means, the infinite avenue, I can break it by myself!

Just as the red sun is rising, although the heavens and the earth are dark, I will appear, and I will release infinite light, and I will declare that I am the master of all things in the world!

No wonder I always feel that I can't break through the realm of Jiuyang Divine Skill, I have always put calculation first, and everything must have a complete strategy to implement, although it is safe to act like this, but it is too exciting, contrary to the requirements of this Jiuyang Divine Skill.

Before the innate internal strength, the requirements for the mentality are not high, so it doesn't matter. But after the innate nature, because it involves the characteristics of the artistic conception and so on, the requirements for the mentality will be great, and at this time, it is slow to enter the realm with this mentality!" Song Qingshu suddenly had a happy face and shouted loudly.

One law, ten thousand laws, Song Qingshu only felt that his thoughts were extremely accessible, the sea of knowledge was empty, and the scriptures of Jiuyang Shengong flashed in his mind, and he carefully experienced that compared with usual, there was a completely different explanation.

And many places that are usually hard to think about, at this time, with a new understanding and explanation, the road is smooth, and its meaning is self-evident!

The Jiuyang Divine Skill in the body turned up without manipulation, and its running route was completely different from the usual running route! However, after careful experience, it was found that this new route was more perfect and more mysterious than the original route.

The growth and excitation speed of the internal force has increased more than ten times compared with the original exercise route! Song Qingshu realized at this time that it turned out that only after comprehending the true meaning of the Jiuyang Divine Skill would he get his true exercise route.

"Hehe, I don't know who created this Jiuyang Miracle, wrote a bunch of Buddhist thoughts, pay attention to what he is strong and let him be strong, the breeze caresses the mountain, he is horizontal by him, and the bright moon shines on the river. for they all deceive the world. The real mystery is that I am invincible!" Song Qingshu chuckled.

The operation of the Jiuyang Divine Skill in his body became more and more rapid, and Song Qingshu could already feel the three hundred and sixty big holes in his body rattling, and there was a faint tendency to explode.

The heart turns with the thought, the thought moves at will, and the white sea of fire in the artistic conception of Zhiyang begins to churn violently, the temperature of the sea of fire begins to gradually increase, and the volume is gradually condensed.

The operation of Jiuyang's true qi finally reached the extreme, "Boom!" Song Qingshu only felt a loud and silent noise coming from his body, and thirty-six big acupoints burst open, and a trace of true qi wrapped around him, shining in his body.

At the eighth layer of the Jiuyang Divine Skill, the realm of cultivation has broken through, and it is an instant breakthrough through the thirty-six major acupoints, just breaking through the cultivation of the cultivation technique, it is enough to be equal to the cultivation of the Pure Yang Wuji Gong at the time of the Great Perfection!

And as the Jiuyang Divine Skill broke through the realm of cultivation and the thirty-six acupuncture points broke through, the white sea of fire in the artistic conception condensed more and more rapidly, and the temperature increased more and more crazily.

The wind swept the clouds, and in a few breaths, the white sea of fire in the artistic conception was swept away, leaving only a fireball with dazzling light hanging high in the air.

The fireball emitted golden flames, and the scorching temperature was faintly blurred, making the entire Xifeng Town feel a burst of barbecue.

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A hundred miles away from Xifeng Town, a middle-aged scribe was speeding through the forest, suddenly, he seemed to feel something, raised his head, stared at the direction of Xifeng Town, and muttered: "This is a sign of breaking through the hidden realm from the manifest realm, who is it? ”

After speaking, his figure turned around and galloped in the direction of Xifeng Town, but seeing that his figure was erratic, with the speed of galloping on the ground with his legs, he was not weaker than a fast horse!