Li Qingfeng didn't care at all, but instead swallowed the Yin Soul Pill day and night.
From one pill a day to three pills a day now.
After killing more than fifty black-armored soldiers and condensing fifteen Yin Soul Pearls, and absorbing the Yin evil energy floating between heaven and earth to condense the Soul Pills, Li Qingfeng consumed nine Soul Pills in the past five days.
Finally broke through to the second level of Qi training.
But Yin Qi also appeared in his body, and his face turned pale.
He looks more like a demonic monk than before.
The Blood Evil Technique went one step further, and the Blood Evil Qi produced became even more intense, making Li Qingfeng miserable.
If it weren't for the powerful centering technique of Demonic Ape Determining Fist, Li Qingfeng might have been carried away by the blood evil energy at this time.
The magic method is inherently eager for quick success, not to mention that Li Qingfeng is still swallowing the Yinhun Pill.
The Yinhun Pill is indeed a good thing, it can turn pure spiritual energy into mana.
It will be absorbed by the banner master very quickly.
But after all, this thing comes from ghosts and ghosts, and is born with evil spirits.
Even if you swallow a small amount, you can use your magic power to kill the Yin evil that has integrated into your body, and slowly figure it out.
Once a large amount is taken, the large amount of Yin evil energy accumulated in the body will drag down the body.
I can’t help it.
There is no way to persuade.
Tu Shanjun was silent.
It's okay, everything will pass.
As long as Zhang Wanlong is solved, they will fly away.
From then on, the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to jump.
Even if he becomes a demon cultivator that everyone shouts about, he has finally embarked on the path to immortality.
It doesn't matter if the foundation is unstable, and it doesn't matter if the yin energy is lingering. As long as he is here and the Zunhun Banner is there, everything can be solved in the future.
Li Qingfeng didn't know Tu Shanjun's worries inside the Zunhun Banner.
He didn't even know that Brother Ghost could talk.
He only thought that he had really encountered the legendary adventure.
Even though the evil ghost inside the Soul Banner looks ferocious, he is still a good person to him.
"Ahem."
There was a cough, and Li Qingfeng channeled his magic power into the Zunhun Banner and took out the Yinhun Pill.
Although he achieved a breakthrough in five days, his injuries have not improved and it will take at least several months to recover.
The foundation of the darkroom does not know the passage of time.
He spends all day in a dark room and cellar, and the only time he feels most relaxed is when he enters a dream.
He doesn't remember the time.
Just remember, every day the soul flag will condense a soul pill.
Counting the original eleven, there are seventy-one in total.
Li Qingfeng's injuries have recovered, but the yin energy wrapped around his body has become more serious.
But his cultivation has reached the peak that it can reach.
Three levels of Qi training.
It took two months and a total of seventy-one Yin Soul Pills to finally push his cultivation to the third level of Qi training.
The day when you are done is the time to leave the customs.
Li Qingfeng walked out of the darkroom and cellar.
The glare was so dazzling that he squinted his eyes.
The skin is pale and dull.
Withered hair.
The warm sunshine cannot dispel the chill in Li Qingfeng's heart.
He raised the Zunhun Banner and looked at the banner's grimace with bloodshot eyes: "Brother Ghost, you can take revenge by hiding for two months!"
"Buzz."
The soul-honoring flag rang, seeming to be responding to Li Qingfeng.
Tell him firmly.
Yes!
"Okay." Li Qingfeng suddenly became excited.
Walking out of the wing with long strides.
But at this time, he discovered the flickering light of fire in the open space of Li Mansion.
Li Qingfeng's expression darkened. If he hadn't appeared, would these people have set fire to the house?
When I got closer, I saw only one person adding paper money to the brazier.
When the wind blows, the embers fly.
The faint light of the fire was completely suppressed by the rays of the dusk sun.
If you go outside the house, you won't see anyone burning paper at all.
Stacks of paper money were filled into the copper basin, and the man seemed to be still mumbling something.
"Brother Yang?" Li Qingfeng was also surprised.
The person who showed up at his house turned out to be his friend Yang Lingu.
The body of the person with his back to Li Qingfeng trembled unconsciously.
He turned around suddenly, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Qing Feng? You, you are a human or a ghost."
Li Qingfeng also knows that his current appearance is ugly and looks like a ghost.
But he didn't expect that Yang Lingu would think he was dead and come to pay homage with a brazier.
"Zhang Wanlong is not dead, how could I die?" Li Qingfeng has nothing to hide.
Today is the day of Zhang Wanlong’s death.
Yang Lingu had not yet recovered from the shock of discovering Li Qingfeng, and then heard Li Qingfeng's plain words.
Just like it should be.
"You are the assassin that the county guard has arrested for a long time."
"Did you kill Zhang Gui?"
Yang Lingu finally realized that the assassin whom the county guard Zhang Wanlong had captured for a long time was really Li Qingfeng.
The county guard's only son was injured and returned from the battlefield, but was accidentally assassinated. Therefore, the county guard was furious and sealed off the entire county, just to find the assassin.
Because of this, many people have been implicated.
Yang Lingu looked at Li Qingfeng in disbelief, and even took two steps back.
Li Qingfeng saw it, and the sadness in his eyes flashed past, covered up by anger:
"Zhang Wanlong and his son used people as medicine."
"Meng Zhen is dead and was taken by Zhang Gui as a medicine."
"Two people died together."
"Kill to pay for life!" Li Qingfeng's expression was calm but extremely firm. He was just stating the facts.
When he should be angry about this matter, he has already been angry, and what he has to do now is to take revenge.
He had already avenged Meng Zhen's revenge. Zhang Gui's head was smashed by the ghost brother, and even the most skilled corpse stitcher couldn't repair it.
But the revenge of the one hundred and three members of the Li family has not yet been avenged.
Yang Lingu's eyes were full of shock, and his mouth opened wide, as if it was the first time he had heard of such a thing.
Immediately afterwards, he fell to his knees and cried bitterly.
"Qingfeng, I'm sorry for you."
"I'm sorry for you."
Li Qingfeng frowned slightly, quite puzzled as to why Yang Lingu was acting like this.
"Brother Yang, why is this?"
Yang Lingu cried bitterly and beat the ground in sorrow.
"Since the death of Zhang Wanlong's only son, Meng Zhen has been labeled as an assassin, and even the Meng family has disappeared."
"Zhang Wanlong still couldn't understand his hatred and raided three houses again."
"Everyone is at risk."
"Finally, it was discovered that Meng Zhen and I had an intersection, and my family was charged with conspiracy."
"The county guard said that as long as the information provided is true, he will not kill everyone."
"To preserve the family, I..."
Yang Lingu’s voice trembled.
Li Qingfeng's joy in meeting Yang Lingu again has completely disappeared.
His eyes were red, his body was shaking, and he asked in disbelief: "How are you doing?"
"I... just told you about the pigeon." Yang Lingu scratched his hair in pain.
"Qing Feng, I really didn't expect that the county governor would be so crazy and massacre everyone after finding out you were missing."
"I really can't think of it. I just think that with more people, we can handle this matter."
"I never imagined that the county magistrate's office didn't even investigate. It was just suspicion that led to such a disaster."
Yang Lingu couldn't help but hit the hammer head hard on the ground, and his entire forehead was bloody and bloody.
Li Qingfeng was heartbroken and staggered two steps.
Unbelievable.
A series of complex expressions such as disappointment, surprise, sadness, etc. converge into ferocious and angry.
Li Qingfeng fiercely pulled out the sword hairpin and questioned Yang Lingu: "You sacrificed one hundred and three members of my Li family in order to save your family."
"I'm sorry, Qingfeng."
"I'm sorry." Yang Lingu was still kowtowing, crying.
Li Qingfeng's face twitched, and his red eyes were full of fierceness: "Do you still remember?"
"The pigeon thing,"
"You told me!"
The sword hairpin in his hand has turned into a three-foot magic sword, pointing at Yang Lingu.
Li Qingfeng was furious.
Clenching his teeth and contorting his face.
He doesn't understand.
It is obvious that Meng Zhen and Yang Lingu are on better terms, and even this code can be entrusted to Yang Lingu's hands.
The target is pointed directly at Zhang Wanlong and his son.
They are the murderers who killed Meng Zhen.
Why, not only did Yang Lingu not want revenge, but he confessed his existence.
Just wait.
Wait until Li Qingfeng has the power to strangle Zhang Wanlong.
