The layers of mountains were buried in the darkness, and the spirits were like demons, shouting fiercely.
Southeast of the mountains.
Stone House.
The room is quiet and the breath is radiant.
The huge house only has a stone bed and not even a window.
When the stone gate was opened by Wei Shulang, Qingge and others walked in. Wei Shulang looked around, walked straight to the depths of the wall, sat cross-legged, and practiced on the spot.
The other people followed suit and practiced seriously, and a night passed in a flash.
Qingge looked at them, blessed to their hearts, and the thoughts moved slightly, and the purple-red light fleetingly, and she actually went to the realm of nothingness.
In the dark space, there is no sun, moon, stars, only the world, endless circles are invisible, and blood puppets without soul consciousness stand, three life water floats with white light, and the egg of the flame dragon stands beside the throne, as if it is the toy of the throne person, which is quite funny.
The ink-colored Nine Dragon Throne stood, and above the cold throne, the little fox, whose body was red, was curled up and lay down, his sometimes arrogant and sometimes raging strange eyes are now closed.
Peaceful, pious.
Qingge walked forward and held the little fox up like a treasure.
She sat on the throne seat, the little fox lay in her arms, and she leaned against the back of the chair, her snow-white hair and the ink-colored throne seat were in a strong contrast.
Qingge glanced at the Eternal Life Stone and the Great Spirit Master Shu who were standing beside him. A lightning flashed in the bottom of her eyes. She suddenly had a whim. If she controlled it with her spiritual power, could she control the Eternal Life Stone?
Although she is not a spiritual master, she is a weapon refiner. Her spiritual power is not as strong as a spiritual master. She is still much stronger than an ordinary cultivator.
Be decisive and do whatever you say.
Qingge concentrates his mind, and draws out a spiritual force. He looks at the Eternal Stone in his mind. The red spiritual fire in his mind seems to be swaying under a hurricane.
Bang-
The immortal stone and the Great Spirit Master's Book floated up a little, and Qingge's back sweated and sweat was flowing on his forehead. The immortal stone objects only hung up one finger distance.
Qingge is thoughtful, but also powerless.
Mental manipulation requires a lot of mental power, but with her current mental power, it cannot be done.
Qingge shrugged and curled his lips. The spiritual energy rushed out of the alchemy fire and passed by the wind. The immortal stone and the great spiritual master's book came to Qingge's hands under the envelopment of the spiritual energy.
Qingge's mouth twitched slightly, no wonder people say that the way to cultivate the spirit is as difficult as climbing to heaven.
The Eternal Life Stone came to Qingge's hand, and Qingge threw a touch of spiritual consciousness into searching in the Eternal Life Stone.
A moment later, the voice of the Yingwu Hou sounded from the Eternal Life Stone, "The people in the demon realm have been healed for decades, and at least a year or a half..." Yes, she wanted to know if there was any way to help Ji Yue.
Qingge: "..."
ten years?
Ten years later, Ji Yue woke up, and she became a yellow-faced woman. By then, the young girl was as beautiful as a flower, but she became a half-old Xu girl...
Qingge aversion to chills, no, no, she would not allow such things to happen.
"Using the breath of the soul can help him with one arm of strength." In the immortal stone, the Marquis of Yingwu said.
Qingge pursed her lips and stroked the soft mane of the little fox with her slender hands.
The Breath of the Spirit, to put it simply, is the soul. The meaning of Yingwu Hou is very simple, let her use her soul to help Ji Yue.
But once the soul is damaged, human vitality will be separated from it—
Qingge did not hesitate. If this person was Ji Yue, what about the soul?
The little fox's body gradually rose, and the soft red shadows floated in the dim air. The blood demon flowers between Qingge's eyebrows were blooming for a season. A light yellow flowing fire was lingering between the eyebrows. The flowing fire flowed from Qingge's eyebrows to the direction of the little fox, and the breath of the soul wrapped the little fox's body.
Qingge seemed to see a smile on the corner of the little fox's mouth, and his evil appearance was furry and cute.
The breath of the soul seemed to be free of money, and it kept flowing out of Qingge's body. Qingge's face looked white under the light yellow light, and her lips were dried up and cracked.
The excessive loss of the soul breath made her less vitality.
But she still wanted to continue, but if she continued, her life might have to end.
Qingge thought, just give it a little more, it would be better if you don’t die.
puff--
Blood surged into his throat, and Qingge didn't give him time to react, and he sprayed it out in one mouthful.
The light yellow light suddenly disappeared, the little fox lost its support and was about to fall down. Qingge became nervous, her pupils tightened slightly. Her soul was now fragile and could not shake the spiritual energy in the Dan Fire.
Qingge jumped over and fell to the ground, the little fox fell into her arms.
Qingge looked at the safe and sound little fox in his arms, with his lips curled up and a strong smile.
Suddenly, Qinggexu narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance. She put the little fox on the throne's seat, her mind moved, she got out of the realm of nothingness, and went into the stone house.
The madman, Wei Shulang and others were practicing hard, and she walked slowly outside the stone house.
Qingge stood in front of the threshold, Qing held the door lintel and gasped, and the blood seemed to accumulate in his chest.
The breath of the soul consumes too much.
She raised her face from the darkness and looked into the night sky where the moon was shining brightly, and a hideous vulture flew past the sky. However, a figure suddenly appeared in the fork.
Under the starlight, the man was wearing a black suit and a cloak. When he rushed up, the cloak was blown away by the wind blowing towards him. His black hair was scattered and his claws were inlaid with a pair of feminine pupils. His pale brown pupils suddenly appeared. Red blood patterns spread out on his fair neck, just like a wound torn apart by someone, spreading around like a spider web.
The man's mouth was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, and his sharp fangs flashed with a cold light.
In the night, he barely took a bite of the vulture and sucked the fresh blood from the vulture.
The living vulture kept struggling in its mouth, and its wings fluttered and several feathers fell off. The miserable screams sounded in the night, like the lonely soul screaming on the coast of Forgetful River.
The vulture slowly calmed down until all the blood in its body was sucked away, and it was gone, standing on the edge of death.
The man let go of his mouth, grabbed the vulture's head with his slender and jade-like hands, and threw it between the mountains and fields at will.
Qingge saw this scene and his hand placed on the lintel trembled slightly.
The familiar scene is different from the person in front of you.
In the West Sea, she had also witnessed Mei Qingchen's evil side, which was exactly the same as this man.
The man walked on the cold wind and disappeared into the world, his robe flew. He put on his cloak. Before leaving, he seemed to look at Qingge, with blood shining in his eyes.
Qingge looked down at the weeds outside the stone house door. His soul breath was damaged and his spiritual energy was useless. No matter how clear her senses were, she could not see the man's appearance.
It was only vaguely discovered that the man's feminine eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Fen Que.
If her soul is not damaged, she can naturally see clearly.
However, she has no regrets.
Chapter completed!