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When the pain hit, Qin Sang was not surprised but happy.

From the God Transformation Yin Fire Tribulation, to the Yaojin Sword Cave, and then to the Dragon Transformation Pond.

In just a few decades, Qin Sang had undergone three menstrual cleansing and marrow removal, and suffered unbearable pain for ordinary people.

If not for this, his "Celestial Demon Refining" technique would not have improved so quickly.

The spiritual liquid of Hualong Pond seems to have an unknown power, which is not felt outside. Once it enters the body, changes occur suddenly. Qin Sang only feels a streak of thunder traveling through the limbs and bones, rushing into the bone marrow, meridians, and penetrating the internal organs. The five internal organs bring inhuman suffering wherever they pass.

His bones exploded one after another, his blood surged, and the skin all over his body was stained with a bright red color. The blood spurted out in an instant, forming a dense blood mist that connected with the spiritual mist in the pool.

At the boundary, the blood mist and the spiritual mist actually merged, and strange changes occurred. The blood mist immediately rolled back and poured into Qin Sang's body again.

This goes on and on.

Every time the blood returned, Qin Sang could feel the severe pain in his body subside slightly, and it seemed to get better for a moment.

But the good times did not last long, and the speed of recovery could not keep up with the speed of destruction. The spirit liquid of Hualong Pond may not be as intense as that of Yaojin Sword Cave, but it is the most suitable for the dragon's bloodline, and it washes away instantly, leaving no chance to breathe. Only the body of the dragon can withstand these impacts.

If this continues, Qin Sang may be forced to leave the pool, but due to the ancient restrictions in the pool, he only has this one chance.

The Dragon King was standing by the Hualong Pond and smiled when he saw Qin Sang's whole body shaking uncontrollably and twirling his beard and beard with his hands.

A smile appeared, then froze on his face.

The Dragon King stared at Qin Sang closely, and saw his body tremble, exuding extremely pure demonic energy, a green light flashed from behind, and a pair of green wings spread out.

He almost broke his beard and was shocked and confused.

Then an even more astonishing scene appeared. An inexplicable aura gathered above Qin Sang's head. After a moment, the illusion of a green luan appeared. It was lively and agile, with a slender body, green feathers as forged, and unusually gorgeous.

As soon as the shadow appeared, the spirit mist retreated outwards as if in fear.

The Dragon King didn't know that it was Qingluan's Dharma Appearance, but he thought it was Qin Sang's extremely strong blood energy that transformed him into strange phenomena. This was not uncommon among the demon clan, but he couldn't figure out why his blood energy transformed into Qingluan.

After a few more glances, I felt something was wrong.

The expression on the Dragon King's face suddenly changed. He suddenly recalled a legend in his clan, and his heart was shocked.

"Dharma?"

Although the green luan above Qin Sang's head is extremely illusory, its outline is not very clear, and it cannot even be considered a shadow. Judging from his behavior, he cannot control it.

It is indeed somewhat similar to the legendary Dharma image in the clan!

It can be said that Qin Sang's attainments in the physical body are impossible to condense the Dharma, and besides, he is obviously a human race.

The Dragon King subconsciously wanted to take two steps forward to take a closer look, but suddenly he felt the spiritual pool beneath his feet vibrating. When he lowered his head and looked down, he couldn't help but be shocked.

A vortex appeared in the spiritual liquid in the pool at some point, and a suction force was generated from Qin Sang's body, like a bottomless pit, sucking the spiritual liquid into the body. The water surface dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the spiritual mist became a little thinner.

In just a moment, the sound of laughter was suddenly heard, and a green light rushed out of the Hualong Pond, while only a thin layer of spiritual liquid remained in half of the pond.

Qin Sang had wings on his back, and without holding back the Dharma sign, he landed next to the Dragon King, bowed his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you for your treasure pool. I need to retreat immediately, so these spiritual objects will be placed with you first. When fellow Taoists find the treasures, just send them to them."

Having said that, without waiting for the Dragon King's reply, Qin Sang couldn't wait to leave the Dragon Ancestral Land and return to the Dharma Boat.

The Dragon King had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at the jade box in front of him without the slightest hint of joy. Finally, he let out a long sigh and rolled up his sleeves.

If so much of Hualongchi's spiritual fluid was collected at one time, the clan's strength would be affected. He could only comfort himself. After Qin Sang's mediation, there should be no war in the next few hundred years.

Qin Sang returned to the Dharma boat and sat cross-legged in meditation.

It was not because they were afraid that the Jiao Clan would regret it, but because they absorbed so much spiritual liquid at once, they had to adjust their breath immediately.

At the last moment, he was so blessed that he imitated the Dharma to activate Qingluan's thunder power and attract the spiritual liquid in the pool. Unexpectedly, he succeeded. At this moment, he was using the Dharma to imprison the spiritual liquid.

"Unexpectedly, the Dharma is so magical. I have to study it carefully when I have time..."

A few months later.

King Jiaolong boarded the Dharma boat again and presented the jade box. The boxes were full of treasures that could help Qin Sang in his cultivation. The Jiaolong clan could not afford so many. Some of them were from other tribes, but after being in his hands, they would inevitably benefit.

He wanted to see Qin Sang in person, but Qin Sang had no time to see him at the moment. He transformed himself to check, cupped his hands and said, "Fellow Taoist, please worry about it. I have been harassing you for many days. It is not appropriate to stay for a long time. I will take my leave now."

After saying that, the Dharma boat shook and crashed through the waves.

Going east from the ancestral land of the Jiao Clan, you can reach Tianwu Island directly.

Now the Wu Clan can only keep this Heavenly Witch Island. It is surrounded by demon soldiers. The Wu Clan monks almost dare not go down to the island, as if they are in a cage.

When approaching Tianwu Island.

Qin Sang finally came out of seclusion, feeling guilty and surprised.

In the spiritual liquid, the unknown energy that was originally thought to be useless to him and might need to be forced out of the body, almost didn't escape. It was all refined and absorbed by him. Even the Jiao Clan couldn't do this!

I think it should be the credit of Qingluan Dharmaxiang.

In this way, you can hit the late stage of the fourth level without waiting for all the spiritual liquid to be absorbed!

Practicing hard step by step is really no better than collecting resources from one world to strengthen oneself.

It is a pity that the best elixir for Zhenlingxiang is incomplete, but only one can be found after searching the two areas. It is not easy to collect the formula.

"I hope the Witch Clan can give Pindao some surprises..."

After silently calculating the distance, Qin Sang put away the magic boat and the incarnation, and fluttered the Xuanxiu of his right arm.

Suzaku didn't want to return to the Qianjun Ring, so he could only keep the Sun God Tree in his sleeves. Fortunately, Suzaku could restrain his breath to prevent his breath from leaking out and being noticed by interested people, so he didn't have to bother to cover it up.

He quietly passed through the demon clan's defense line and landed on Tianwu Island.

The layout of Tianwu Island has not changed much from hundreds of years ago. Qin Sang felt that things are right and people are different. Not long ago, he walked to a palace, where an old man from the Wu clan came. Seeing Qin Sang take out the token, he immediately came down. Greetings, "I see the envoy here, little man."

Although this man is from the witch clan, he is a secret agent of the Four Holy Palaces.

"Has the person been found?" Qin Sang asked.

The old man nodded repeatedly, "There is only one true successor of the Black Snake lineage left, and he is hiding on the island to cultivate. Although he deliberately hides his origin, he cannot hide it from the eyes and ears of the villain. The villain has always sent people to keep an eye on him."

Qin Sang didn't say much. He asked for the address and disappeared.

…

In a courtyard in the city, a young man in black robes was sitting cross-legged and meditating. Suddenly he felt something strange. When he opened his eyes, he saw someone appeared in front of him, but the restrictions around him showed no response.

The young man was horrified and quickly pulled out a long knife in front of him, "Who are you?"

"Are you a true disciple of the Black Snake Ancestor?" Qin Sang stood with his hands behind his back and asked condescendingly.

The young man seemed to have expected it and smiled miserably.

After the Black Snake Ancestor disappeared, the Black Snake Mountain lineage declined, and even the sect was taken away.

It seems to be related to Qin Sang. He almost killed all the true disciples of the Black Snake Ancestor, including the most respected eldest disciple.

Later, although the Black Snake Ancestor accepted some more disciples, good talents and quality were not so easy to find. He could still support him when he was still there. Since his death, the Black Snake Mountain lineage has declined rapidly, and people have attacked the mountain gate. The survivors They all become lost dogs.

If the Black Snake Ancestor had not made many enemies during his lifetime, and the Wu Clan was troubled internally and externally, those Nascent Soul Patriarchs would not have been able to take care of them, and they would have been extinct long ago.

Private fights are not allowed on Tianwu Island. The surviving disciples hid here, but they could not avoid the war between the three clans. People kept dying on the battlefield, and they were withering away day by day. Only a young man was left.

I thought that after hundreds of years, the storm of that year had passed and he had relaxed a little.

Unexpectedly, someone came to the door. Judging from the popularity in front of him, he was probably a Nascent Soul Patriarch. No rules could control such a person. The other party killed me, will Great Witch Zhu seek justice for himself?

The young man knew that he was bound to die, but in the desperate situation, he developed a ferocious nature. He clenched the spiritual sword tightly, and his heart became ruthless, and he had to give it a try no matter what.

Qin Sang turned a blind eye, and a beam of light flew out from his right hand, asking, "Have you seen this thing?"

The young man was slightly startled. He looked closely and saw that it was a round stone platform. He had never seen it before, but it looked familiar inexplicably. After thinking for a while, he suddenly remembered it.

Qin Sang saw a strange look on his face and said, "Tell me everything you know."

Seeing that the other party did not seem to be seeking revenge, the young man hurriedly knelt down and knelt down, not daring to hide anything, "Senior Qi, I heard my master accidentally mention this matter. Back then, my master ordered his disciples to find half a similar stone platform. According to legend, it is an ancient treasure that escaped from the Holy Land, Wushen Mountain. Grand Witch Zhu and the elders are also looking for it. The master even personally ordered not to make it public, but the juniors have a low status and do not know whether it is true or not..."

When the Seven Kills Palace broke through and ascended, many masters of the Wu clan were trapped in the inner hall and were crushed to pieces by the space storm. The Black Snake Ancestor was one of them.

The ancestor of the Black Snake died in the Seven Kills Hall, leaving no relics or a few words. The young man searched his guts and couldn't explain why. For fear of angering Qin Sang, he hurriedly took out all the sect books he brought out and asked Qin Sang to take a closer look.

After scanning various classics and finding nothing useful, Qin Sang raised his head and glanced in the direction of the teleportation hall, thoughtfully: "Wishen Mountain..."

The young man knelt on the ground. After a long time, he dared to look up and found that there was no one in the room. He relaxed and collapsed on the ground, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

…

In front of the teleportation hall.

Qin Sang did not hide her identity, and walked up the steps with her big sleeves fluttering.

The guard was about to stop him, but was suddenly stopped. Then three rays of light flew down from the sky. They were all elders of the Witch Clan. They looked at Qin Sang, with a look of shock on his face, and hurriedly went to the ground to pay homage: "I have seen Qin Zhenjun."

These days, the human and demon tribes have been making frequent moves, which cannot be concealed from their eyes and ears. The Four Saints Palace also sent people to inform them.

I don't know when Qin Sang will arrive, but Wu Shenshan has already sent elders to guard here.

Qin Sang glanced over, but Fang Laomo was nowhere to be seen.

An elder bowed and said: "The great witch Zhu is hosting a banquet at the Witch God Mountain and has ordered us to come and greet the true king."

The three elders, like stars holding the moon, followed Qin Sang in the teleportation formation to the Witch God Mountain.

Walking out of the teleportation hall, Qin Sang saw a group of Nascent Souls of the Wu Clan waiting in front of the hall. The leader was an old man in a black robe with a clear appearance. Qin Sang knew at a glance that he was a transformed spirit body. There was something lying in the brain palace. Only a cicada.

The whole body of the cicada is as crystal clear as emerald, and its thin wings are dotted with starlight.

Starwing Cicada!

Qin Sang still had fresh memories of that scene, and secretly wondered whether this old man was Fang Laomo's original appearance?

"Having met Qin Zhenjun, Fang was so far away from us, so disrespectful! Disrespectful!"

Fang Laomo, who was already a great witch, took a step forward, bowed his head, and looked at Qin Sang with a somewhat complicated look.

His behavior and expression are all the same as those of ordinary people. Unless he has Qin Sang's eyesight, he would hardly notice any abnormalities.

Qin Sang secretly looked at Fang Laomo and saw that his aura was no weaker than that of the late Nascent Soul cultivator. Unexpectedly, after losing one of his natal insect Gu, his cultivation level increased instead of losing it.

He can now appear in disguise. I wonder if he has gained some magical powers due to his great advancement in cultivation. Could he be able to reshape his body in the future?

Looking at the calm old man in front of him, Qin Sang couldn't help but be surprised. Recalling the scene when they first met, Fang Lao Mo was so unruly and unruly. The human Nascent Soul could hear the cicadas chirping and everyone changed their expressions. Even the great witch Zhu of the Wu Clan could not restrain him. .

It seems that Fang Laomo, the great witch, is not just for nothing. Qin Sang also heard Bao Zhengnan and others talking about Fang Laomo. He presided over the witch clan and turned the tide several times. He was dedicated, impartial and selfless.

The Wu clan has suffered a series of disasters, but it is still possible to survive to this day, and Laomo Fang is indispensable.

The great witch Zhu entrusted him with his life back then, and finally touched this person.

After a second thought, Qin Sang returned the courtesy and said, "You and I are old friends and have been through thick and thin together, so why should you be so polite, fellow Taoist Fang?"

"Yes, Fang and Zhenjun can be considered old friends. It's rare that Zhenjun still remembers me..."

Old Demon Fang sighed.

After being summoned by Bao Zhengnan, he thought about it for a while before he remembered that this person existed.

Back then, he had no one left, and Qin Sang couldn't even reach the Nascent Soul realm, so how could he notice her.

Who would have thought that with the passage of time, among the younger generation, Bao Zhengnan could only be on an equal footing with him, but this person was actually above him, entering a realm that countless practitioners dream of, and living a life of ease.

"The true king's natural talent makes it ridiculous that Fang was so ignorant back then..."

Fang Laomo shook his head and smiled bitterly, then turned sideways and said, "Fang has prepared some turbid wine, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the True Lord to detect him."

Qin Sang cupped his hands and said politely.

It rains lightly.

The teleportation hall is located halfway down the mountainside, and further up is the forbidden area of ​​​​the witch clan, the Great Witch Zhu Mansion. Even the witch clan monks must obtain permission to enter.

Qin Sang deliberately observed Wushen Mountain, but before he could escape, Fang Laomo and others had no choice but to follow him up the steps.

The raindrops hit the leaves, making a crackling sound, which is refreshing and natural.

Qin Sang looked up at the sky. The top of Wushen Mountain was covered with clouds. It was already night outside, but the mountain was as bright as day.

A hundred miles above the sky was shrouded in dark clouds, thunder and lightning danced wildly, silver snakes galloped, and terrifying thunder flashed all the time. The thunder was blocked by the mountain ban, just like when Qin Sang first met him.

He had heard the legend of the Witch God Mountain before. This mountain has always been regarded as a holy mountain by the Wu Clan. The clouds and thunder never dispersed all year round. The Wu Clan monks thought it was a miracle of the Witch God.

Qin Sang sensed that the dark clouds and thunder here were ordinary celestial phenomena, and there seemed to be nothing strange about them, but this was exactly the most abnormal thing!

The Wushen Continent is not an area with abundant water vapor, and ordinary clouds cannot disperse all the time.

He glanced at Fang Laomo. There were many people here and he didn't say anything more. He would ask for details after the banquet.

Entering the banquet hall, the guests and hosts were seated, and the maid came with fairy fruit and wine.

Qin Sang drank a few drinks with him, and then said formally, "Do you know the purpose of Pindao's visit?"

The top leaders of the Wu clan put down their jade lamps one after another and sat looking solemnly.

Fang Lao Mo said in a deep voice: "Palace Master Bao once sent a secret message. We know a little bit about it, but there are many details that are unclear. Please make it clear to the Lord."

Qin Sang nodded and explained what he should say.