Beast

Yang Qing sat blankly on the wooden couch, his eyes empty. Although this may be the best outcome, his heart still felt like a piece of flesh had been cut away. It hurt as much as it hurt. It seemed that even breathing was difficult.

No more.

That's it, until night falls.

There was no light in the room, so it was even darker than outside, and the blurry figure on the back was like pressing down on a big mountain.

Even if you want to stand straight, it’s difficult!

With Guishui Pure Lotus, Sun Xinyao will definitely be able to break through to the Dingling realm. However, the realm needs to be understood and the spiritual consciousness needs to grow. This cannot be achieved overnight by relying on spiritual things. She is still a long way from reaching the Consciousness Sea realm. Moreover, when

After opening the Zi Mansion, it will take a long time to cultivate. After all, she will not be able to withstand the violent pressure of the sea water that can kill her at any time.

Perhaps, it takes ten years to break through to the Dingling realm, and if a monk spends ten years breaking through from the Consciousness Sea realm to the Dingling realm, then he will definitely feel overjoyed and ecstatic. After all, for cultivation,

, ten years is not a long time.

However, ten years is too long for the two of them to be separated.

After only being separated for less than a day, Yang Qing felt panic in her heart. Thinking of the thought on that pretty face, her chest felt like a ball of cotton. Only knowing that she was well taken care of at Shuiling Summit, she was safe and sound.

I feel better in my heart.

"Hey, let's practice"

Yang Qing crossed his legs and used the violence of "Controlling the Underworld" to induce the animal transformation. The roar of dragons and tigers echoed in the house.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth flows through the veins of the whole body, nourishing the thin layer of fascia.

If you want to break through to the Dingling realm, you must first cultivate the fascia to withstand tearing. Only in this way can you use all your strength to practice the six postures of the Zifu realm. Only then will the cultivation effect of the Zifu be improved.

Thoroughly cultivated.

The thin layer of fascia above the veins, after being torn several times, did not disappear. Instead, it gradually thickened under the power of medicine and the repair and accumulation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

At this time, the strength of the fascia above the meridians is much stronger than before Duanhu Gorge.

One night is fleeting.

I thought about going back to the cave to see if there was still life emulsion, but I gave up as soon as I thought about it. First of all, the existence may be very small. Secondly, there are many monsters in the Dongju Mountains. It would be okay if you encounter one alone.

, if they are in groups, then even if they want to escape, thirdly, they are worried about encountering Sun Shifeng. Once they encounter him, they will be absolutely passive.

He was even more intent on murdering Zhou Tengyun, but he had to delay.

Yang Qing planned to practice on Qi Peak first, and go out for a walk if he had nothing to do, just to avoid it.

When the fascia of the meridians is strong enough, the strength will be restored, and things will no longer be as constrained as it is now.

He is not as enthusiastic about weapon refining as he was before. He puts all his energy on cultivation, in order to improve his cultivation and prepare for the outer disciple competition.

"Click!"

The door was opened, and Qi Xiaohu, a strong man, walked in with his head lowered.

"Xiaohu, why are you here alone? Where are they?"

Yang Qing reluctantly picked up his spirits and said with a hint of confusion.

It would not be surprising if Lu Zhen came alone, but if Qi Xiaohu came, Lu Zhen would definitely follow.

"Did something happen?"

When he saw Qi Xiaohu's extremely ugly face, his heart tightened and he asked quickly.

"nothing"

Qi Xiaohu never raised his head, his voice was low and hoarse, "I heard that you can forge weapons, let's take a look."

"This one was made a few days ago..."

Yang Qing casually pointed at the long sword that could only be called a sharp weapon standing on the side. He couldn't help but feel suspicious, but he didn't care. If Lu Zhen and the others were in any danger, they wouldn't hide it from him like this.

He came to Qi Peak alone because he had a quarrel with Tian Bo or Lu Zhen, and there was no way to complain.

"Well, how are you and Sun Xinyao doing?"

Qi Xiaohu's face became increasingly ugly, as if he was struggling and making an difficult choice. The sharp long sword seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, making him unable to pick it up several times.

Yang Qing sighed heavily, "Hey!" He couldn't care enough about the affairs of Lu Zhen and the others, and he became distracted and absent-minded.

He briefly told the story of Sun Shifeng coming here and Sun Xinyao being banned from Shuiling Peak. Hatred surged in his heart, and then he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"I must enter the inner gate. As long as my strength can be restored, who among the outer gate can stop me?"

Yang Qing ignored Qi Xiaohu, who was beside him with his head lowered and his fingers touching the edge of the sword. He said fiercely in his heart, "I will endure it for three years and wait until I enter the inner gate."

"Yang Qing, if it was for Sun Xinyao, would you kill Zhong Liyu?"

Qi Xiaohu's voice was still low and hoarse, and his eyes were fixed on the sharp sword in his hand.

Yang Qing was a little confused, not knowing why he asked this, and couldn't help but feel his emotions carefully, except for the immense pain and reluctance, there was nothing else.

He was secretly worried that something had happened to Qi Xiaohu, but it was useless to ask if he didn't say anything. Then he said firmly, "Yes!"

"Well, I know the answer."

Qi Xiaohu's deep voice relaxed slightly, his eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was trembling.

"What?"

Yang Qing became more and more confused. As soon as he asked, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes. He was too close and it was too late to intercept him. Then he felt a chill in his stomach.

"puff!"

The sharp sword in Qi Xiaohu's hand pierced Yang Qing's abdomen, and with a little more force, it penetrated Yang Qing's abdomen.

"Xiaohu, you..."

Yang Qing couldn't look confidently at Qi Xiaohu, who was trembling all over. His head was buzzing, and he didn't know why he wanted to kill him.

We have known each other for five years and have supported each other so far, and we have long lost our guard.

He didn't believe that Qi Xiaohu would kill him. Even at this moment, with the sword in his belly, he didn't believe it.

"puff!"

There was severe pain in his abdomen, and the patterns on the sword blade formed blood grooves, and hot blood came out.

"Yang Qing... I'm sorry..." Qi Xiaohu raised his head, his eyes filled with tears, and he shook his head in pain.

Qi Xiaohu just stabbed him and stopped moving. Otherwise, Yang Qing would have been dead long ago, how could he still be talking.

"Why!"

Yang Qing asked hoarsely. He received a sword in the abdomen. He could still kill Qi Xiaohu at this time. However, he couldn't think of doing so at this time. He was just filled with doubts and sadness. He just wanted to know what this was for.

What!

"puff!"

Yang Qing's body swayed, and he stumbled uncontrollably. Blood dripped down his chin and onto the trembling sword.

"I can't help it...I can't help it"

Qi Xiaohu slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared wildly, shouting like crazy, "Zhou Tengyun found me. He said that if I don't kill you, he will kill Lu Zhen and Tian Bo."

If he kills us, he will not spare the whole family of the three of us."

"I can't help it...I'm sorry...I'm sorry"

Qi Xiaohu burst into tears, bowed his body, shook his head in pain, and screamed repeatedly.

"ah……"

Yang Qing was filled with hatred, regret, and sadness, roaring but unable to vent.

"But, I really can't do it, I really can't do it"

Qi Xiaohu looked at his trembling hands and muttered like a man possessed

"Yang Qing, forgive me..."

Two soft sounds of 'pop' and 'tear' sounded in no particular order.

"vomit!"

The long sword in his belly was quickly pulled out. Yang Qing staggered and vomited out a mouthful of blood.

Qi Xiaohu's tall body slowly fell down, a line of blood appeared between his throat, and then blood started to pour out.

"Little Tiger!"

Yang Qing screamed, letting the blood flow out of his abdomen, and suddenly fell in front of him.

"puff!"

The artery in his neck had been severed, and blood spattered all over Yang Qing.

"Rebirth Pill...Rebirth Pill"

Yang Qing turned pale with fright, and hurriedly took out the elixir and stuffed it into Qi Xiaohu's bleeding mouth.

“Tear!

Qi Xiaohu's eyes widened and he grabbed Yang Qing's sleeves with two thick arms.

Blood foam kept pouring out of his mouth, and his voice was blurry, "I'm sorry... uh... I'm sorry... Gu... for hurting you. I really... can't... can't... do anything."

Yang Qing's whole body was trembling, and he couldn't stop crying. He felt that the palms of his arms loosened, and Qi Xiaohu's head fell in his blurred vision, and he refused to close his eyes.

"Little Tiger!"

He straightened Qi Xiaohu's body with trembling hands, but there was still a trace of life in it.

"Ouch!"

The surging sadness and rolling murderous intent in my heart stirred up the evil spirit and turned into a beast!

"Bang!"

The door was smashed from the outside, wood chips and iron sheets were flying, and a group of monks crowded at the door.

And the number of people is increasing rapidly.

At the head were several deacons from Qi Peak, followed by one of the many outer disciples from Qi Peak, none other than Zhou Tengyun with a cruel and cheerful smile.

"You brave thief who dares to kill his fellow sect members on top of Qi Peak, let me take him down!"

When an inner disciple deacon saw Qi Xiaohu lying in a pool of blood, his expression changed, he glanced at Zhou Tengyun and said angrily.

"Ouch!"

The demonic red eyes were filled with endless violence, and the murderous intention in his heart swallowed up his reason. He stared at Zhou Tengyun, roared like a tiger, and raised his stick.

"Buzz!"

Nine stick shadows as black as ink appeared instantly.

The fascia of the veins all over the body and the sword wound that almost penetrated the abdomen were torn instantly.

"Whoosh!"

The faces of several deacons changed greatly, and they all used their weapons to intercept him.

"Click!"

The three stick shadows knocked several magic weapons away, while the remaining six stick shadows still struck at Zhou Tengyun, whose expression changed from a cheerful and sinister smile to a frightened one.

There were too many people behind him and it was impossible to retreat violently, and it was even too late to intercept them with his sword.

"Bang!"

The door frame was smashed.

"Crack!"

The six stick shadows only hit half of Zhou Tengyun's body, turning half of his shoulder into mud.

"Ouch!"

Blood spurted from his mouth covered with tiger stripes, and his violence increased instead of decreasing, and he didn't care at all about the attacks on the side.

The dragon comes out of the water!

The long stick was withdrawn and came out with a cone-shaped whirlwind.

"puff!"

A stick hit his lower abdomen, and there was only a soft sound. Zhou Tengyun threw it away in despair and horror, but the long stick, like a cone, had already penetrated his lower abdomen.

"Peng!"

The thrown body knocked the group of disciples behind him back several times, and many spiritual stones, jade bottles, and jade slips were scattered on the broken body.

"Kill him!"

A deacon yelled with a trembling voice, and several attacks rushed towards Yang Qing, who was covered in blood.

"Woo... click!"

The long stick swept in a circle and turned into a dark disk, knocking away all attacks.

"Ouch!"

Yang Qing was surrounded by everyone, his body shaking violently, as if he was about to fall, and his violent murderous intent made dozens of monks dare not attack again.