Chapter 40 Have you ever heard of the palm technique that falls from the sky with one move?
Chapter 40 Have I ever heard of the palm technique of falling from the sky in one move?
Each level of spirit monster has a certain number of natural vitality.
Before practicing, the Qi channels are hidden and need to be stimulated by magic power or resources before they can grow out bit by bit.
At this moment, Qiu Ping used the power of incense to activate his Qi veins ten times faster than before. It took almost a day or two for Qiu Ping to generate a Qi pulse.
He estimated that even if his progress became slower the further he went, he would most likely enter the Ancestral Aperture realm in half a year.
That time is already an exaggeration, because the ancestral aperture is equivalent to about three hundred years of Taoism.
That is equivalent to the level that an ordinary Ziren spirit would need to practice for three hundred years without consuming any resources.
And the lifespan of most spirits is not that long.
From this we can also get a glimpse of the cruelty of the spiritual world. Without Ziren and without resources, how difficult it would be to get promoted.
That's the reason why many spirits want to join the Shinto system. Shinto is almost an iron rice bowl. It not only guarantees harvests during droughts and floods, but also has various hidden benefits. So even if I die, I can continue to hold power as a ghost.
The end of the universe is the public test, and it really applies to any world.
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Qiu Ping really wants to travel through time right now, because with so many resources, he doesn't have to take risks when his strength is improving by leaps and bounds.
What's more, he felt that he was very dissatisfied with the boy Wei Xian's wrong legs.
But sometimes, it's not up to him to choose.
Because after more than two months, the golden "progress bar" behind him was full again.
He did not deliberately accumulate merit, but as a god, combing the water veins every month to bless a place with peace is itself a process of gaining gratitude. Otherwise, this process would be much slower than if he took the initiative to do good deeds.
After all, when he entered the heaven for the first time, he was filled with passive gratitude.
"Uh-huh."
The space around Qiu Ping became sticky. He was already familiar with the process, and he drilled forward and drilled through the space.
A strong feeling of weightlessness came, and he fell from a height again.
As he expected, the place he traveled to that time was not Huangquan Terrace.
This arena battle is far from over. It is estimated that he will return there every time before he completely defeats the Wrong Manifestor and is defeated by Wrong Leg.
As soon as he entered Huangquan Terrace, he fell sharply from a height, and to the east of him, a head covered in dirt and with a braided head was trying to dig out of the swamp, struggling to drill towards him.
The ghost boy was very depressed. He had been trapped in the mud for more than three months, but the loach seemed to have completely disappeared and remained silent.
This made him more and more impatient, and he warned himself in his heart: The more that time comes, the more he must stay calm.
This is an extremely difficult enemy. Even though he is weak, he still needs to use all his strength.
After not sensing any trace of the little loach for a long time, Ghost Boy decided to slowly escape from the swamp. On the one hand, whether he was stuck in the mud was because his combat power was extremely limited, on the other hand, he also wanted to try that way.
Then lure out the little loach.
After several days of hard work, he finally poked his head out of the swamp and saw the light for the first time in three months.
“So comfortable!”
Looking at the long-lost light outside, Gui Tongzi's mood improved a lot. Although he didn't need to breathe, the darkness and dullness that enveloped his whole body was still a torment for him.
"what sound?"
The ghost boy's ears twitched, and the sound seemed to be coming from the east, so he raised his head and looked towards him.
"Have I ever heard of a palm technique that descends from the sky..." Qiu Pingren naturally discovered the ghost boy from the East at high altitude.
At that moment, he activated the [Eight-Armed Maha Seal Technique], and his whole body expanded in a large circle. Scales exploded like blades, and it seemed as if a devil was roaring deep in his heart.
[Eight-Armed Maha Seal] The first level is greed, anger and obsession!
All the desires of the human heart turn into demons, giving rise to endless courage.
"What the hell..." Gui Tongzi's pupils exploded, watching the shadow of Tianzai continue to enlarge.
He had a question in his mind: Who could tell him when the loach ran to higher ground?
He wanted to fight back, but now that his head was exposed and his legs and arms were bound by the mud, it was too late to fight back.
"Stab it."
Qiu Ping did not have a head-on confrontation with Gui Tongzi. The effects of force were mutual. He did not feel that his head was harder than Gui Tongzi's.
He chose to rub his face with his body and slid away. The fins and scales, which were as sharp as a knife, bloomed at that moment, scratching across the ghost boy's face, leaving streaks on his face.
The scratches on the bones were deeply visible, making the originally funny face look a little more ferocious.
But the results he created ended there.
The bones on Gui Tongzi's face were so hard that they seemed to be made of solid iron. Qiu Ping's fins were stained with tellurium, and the strong shock force made his whole body numb and almost broke his fins.
Drops of blood slid down the ghost boy's face, fell into the swamp, and fell into the ghost boy's mouth.
Blood dyed his lips red, and the blood burst into his mouth. Stimulated by the blood, Ghost Boy went completely crazy!
"Gurgling."
He let out a dull roar, and more and more blood flowed from his body. After a few breaths, the originally bright red blood turned black.
The ghost boy's body shriveled up quickly, resembling a corpse that had been dried for a long time.
"Chichi."
With the ghost boy as the center, the blood flowing out penetrated into the swamp, making the mud glow with a strong black color, and it was actually constantly corroding the soil.
"poisonous!"
Qiu Ping's body accidentally came into contact with a trace of black energy, and the piece of his body immediately rotted. If he hadn't made a prompt decision and cut off the piece of flesh and blood, it might have spread to his whole body.
"The thing is so crazy, the ghost boy is completely crazy!" He scratched his head. He had known that the ghost boy would go berserk, but he had just held back some strength.
That's right, the ghost boy has lost his mind.
After being stimulated, his emotions boiled over. Even if his foundation and life span were damaged, he would kill Qiu Ping tomorrow.
The ghost blood that flowed out of his body has been cultivated by him for decades, and it is not the foundation of his body. Even if Qiu Ping is killed tomorrow, his strength will return to the original point, and his life may even be in danger.
Qiu Ping couldn't help but retreat in the swamp. He didn't dare to touch the black blood, otherwise his body would rot.
"That ghost boy is so crazy. He used his own blood to pollute the swamp. He will be forced into a corner at first. Please return or surrender." Qiu Ping has now grown 167 branches.
Qi pulse is very close to the peak of that realm.
But his strength is still far from that of Ghost Boy.
Especially when facing that crazy ghost boy, he didn't even have a chance to fight back.
I wish everyone a happy 2023 and don’t have to live as hard as 2022