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Chapter 35 Baili is the weakest

Li Qingtong, who was in an extremely remote place, could not feel the pressure caused by the gathering of many real people in the alchemy stage. He could not sense anything except the noises with monstrous force.

Li Qingtong, who has a big heart, chose to meditate and adjust his breath. Practice makes people happy!

He was already somewhat intoxicated with it.

While Li Qingtong was playing the Great Zhou Tian cycle, a small black dot appeared out of thin air in the void three feet away in front of him.

Then a twisted black smoke changed shape and squeezed out from that point.

"The weakest existence within a hundred miles... is you!" A thought suddenly came out from the black smoke.

Li Qingtong opened his eyes immediately, but he was now in the Great Zhoutian Cycle. Unlike the Small Zhoutian Internal Cycle, this Great Zhoutian Cycle could not be stopped easily.

Otherwise, the meridians and Dantian will be damaged.

At this moment, the eyes on those young faces showed a hint of anxiety.

This has also become a clarion call to encourage the evil and alien things to attack.

It is afraid that the fluctuations here will attract the attention of those real people in the Dan Formation stage. In that case, the last resort of relying on magic to avoid disaster will be useless.

So the smoke was like a snake, shooting toward Li Qingtong's door.

"Boy, you are lucky enough to be my furnace house. It is a blessing you have cultivated for many lives! I will crush your soul bit by bit and swallow it..." Jie Jie's strange laughter only shook the soul around Li Qingtong's body,

There is no leakage at all to the outside world.

A stream of flags enveloped Li Qingtong's so-called secluded place, and a skull with two eye sockets glowing with blue-green light and a spine that looked like a standing centipede had already flown into the air, wrapped in flags and mixed with black smoke.

Collapsed towards Li Qingtong.

At this moment, Li Qingtong's sea of ​​consciousness felt a vibration similar to a heartbeat, which affected his most delicate part.

The next moment... Li Qingtong became confused!

The relief statue of gods and demons on the spiritual cauldron came to life. The relief statue opened its mouth, and a dark hole was formed in the void outside, transmitting an incredible suction force.

Thinking only about the black smoke that was drilling into Li Qingtong's body, the flags, skulls, spines and other objects were sucked in with almost no resistance.

Then... there is no more!

Li Qingtong fell into a dream again.

This time in the dream his name was Ye Zhengyuan!

The direct descendant of the Ye family in Qinyeling is a Miao descendant. He has grown up with all kinds of care and attention, and enjoys a treatment that even Li Qingtong, who has experienced nine Tianfu real people, is amazed by.

The word "luxury" simply cannot express the waste of natural resources like burning harps and boiling cranes.

Excessive enjoyment breeds corruption, and Ye Zhengyuan never practiced properly.

The cultivation level at the seventh level of the Qi Refining Stage is completely achieved by relying on massive resources!

It is still caused by the unconscious accumulation of power that is not properly utilized. Even if those resources are used to raise ten pigs, they should become second-level monsters.

until……

Li Qingtong is quite tragic.

He was sweet at first and then bitter, good wine, delicious food, beautiful scenery... He felt relaxed and relaxed in the boundless enjoyment.

As a result, the Ye family collapsed later!

Ye Zhengyuan, the legitimate son, was like a bereaved dog, going through thousands of dangers, brushing against death again and again, and dancing with the god of death again and again.

Finally... Ye Zhengyuan went crazy!

He devoted himself to feeding demons and used his demonic powers to kill his fellow evildoers and reforge his cultivation.

The price paid is to endure the roasting of the demonic flames every day, which feels as if there are thousands of little bugs biting away in the bone marrow!

I don’t know why, but this perception is very clear in the experience of dreaming.

Li Qingtong felt like his eyes were filled with tears.

Even in the dream, he knew that Lingding was playing tricks on him.

Scenes change, old people come and go, fellow monks are tortured and killed...

Li Qingtong had too many memory scenes passing through his eyes like a fleeting glance.

Until that scene emerged...the screen went black in the dream state!

Li Qingtong felt a little bad immediately.

The next scene is even more exaggerated, with a red and pink skeleton underneath him. Without skin and flesh, you can still see the pain the female monk suffered during her lifetime.

The chicken movement caused by the dream state instantly switches to the calm sage state.

Next came another siege, another catastrophe, and finally a painful self-destruction!

The dream is finally over.

But before Li Qingtong could regain his consciousness, he fell into a dream state again.

This time his name is Ye Xiaoya!

"No!" Li Qingtong, who knew there would be a tragic ending later, tried desperately to wake up, but his strength was too weak.

In the blink of an eye, I was involved in the memory of a lifetime.

The origin of the Ye family's concubine was a side branch. She had some talent and was selected by Ye Zhengyuan, a direct descendant of the family, as a sword-holding maid.

In fact, it was a nicer name for the girl in charge of the intercourse, but Ye Zhengyuan was so busy that he forgot that among the maids, there was still this delicate flower that had not yet picked its buds.

Until the Ye family fell...

Ye Xiaoya was captured by a hunchbacked old man from the Qin family who was in the late Qi refining stage.

His sinful hands grabbed the pair of white rabbits that Ye Xiaoya had hidden in the grass!

Ye Xiaoya's crying voice was a little hoarse. She was desperate, he was sad, and she was helpless like a hungry orphan in the cold wind!

But Li Qingtong is sadder and more desperate than her!

For Li Qingtong, who is of a very normal mind, the scene that is about to take place is a psychological trauma that is even more miserable than going through a knife and ax, a whip, and wax oil.

At this moment of endless despair, the screen of the dream went black!

Li Qingtong's whole figure seemed to have been revived from death, and every pore in his body was grateful to the great black screen!

Conform to the people's wishes and obey the will of the people.

It saved a heart that was on the verge of being broken!

The dream continued, and Li Qingtong didn't care about the crying Ye Xiaoya at all.

Many of his experiences overlapped with Ye Zhengyuan's. Li Qingtong saw this pair of cheap men and women join forces to kill the Qin family monk, and saw the destruction of many innocent lives by the two men's joint efforts.

Until the last moment, the screen went black again and Ye Xiaoya died!

Before Li Qingtong could complain about today's twists and turns in dreaming, he continued to be pulled into the dream.



Time and time again, I experienced many completely different lives, including joy and sorrow, calmness and inaction, and conspiracies and intrigues.

The memories of the more than 120 monks who died at the hands of Ye Zhengyuan were completely relived by Li Qingtong.

It was like reading a lot of books in a short period of time, which made Li Qingtong's mind feel heavy and confused.

But no matter what... I finally woke up.

Ye Zhengyuan's last resort was eliminated. His worth and property, his evil magic weapon, and his last soul and spirit bones were all refined by the Lingding Cauldron.

This time Lingding was not picky about food. He refined everything Ye Zhengyuan brought without leaving any trace.

Even the hole where the Ten Thousand Soul Banner Magic Weapon passed through the void was licked by the power of the Spirit Cauldron!


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