The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

His heart moved slightly, and he opened his mouth to catch it.

The jīng meat is charred and tender, and now it is more delicious.

The two were rarely so close, but they did not deliberately avoid outsiders. Yun Lie did it naturally, Xu Ziqing took it naturally, and they ate a plate very quickly. Xu Ziqing cut off another piece and put it on Yun Lie's plate. Yun Lie also cut into thin slices and shared with Xu Ziqing. There is a strong affection between them, which is exactly the envy of others.

When Tu Jin and others saw this, their expressions were also a little soft, but they soon came to get the meat, and they didn't look much. Occasionally, a few people slammed the wine cup, but Yun Lie didn't drink, so Xu Ziqing took it and drank it all in one go.

Although they didn't talk too much, the atmosphere between them was much more harmonious.

Gradually, all the meat was eaten, but everyone did not put out the fire. They just meditated each other, and absorbed and circulated the spiritual energy and energy from the fresh meat and wine they had used before, and incorporated them into their dantian and flesh and blood. Soon, they all entered into meditation. .

All night long, till dawn.

Xu Ziqing opened his eyes and looked around.

Outside this windless zone, the gust of wind was blowing, and the vicious wind was rolling in, setting off a strange scene like a sea làng. On the contrary, the six wind whirl rooms are like pure land, and they are not even close to the bad situation outside.

Sure enough, the wind was stronger, and the hurricane was vaguely mixed with many different types of wind. Not every type of wind was invisible. There were also some black winds, huáng winds, and red winds. .

At this time, several sword cultivators were also very cautious.

If you want to go out from this windless place, I am afraid that you have to make good preparations.

Tu Jin, who was at the highest level here, twitched the corners of his mouth, raised his hand, and shot a blood-red gourd, which he sacrificed in the air.

Chapter 466 The Besieged

A cloud of blood sand spurted out of the gourd, which quickly burst open. Each grain seemed to have an indistinct connection, pulling and suspending each other, like a layer of gauze, draped over the monks. body, covering them all.

Several people trusted Tu Jin quite a bit, and they didn't know how to take precautions, so they let the sand fall.

Xu Ziqing only felt that there was an extremely light thing wrapping him, like adding a layer of protection to himself, and the power like water surged, as if a hundred evils did not invade.

This feeling is very strange.

Xun Liang has already asked, "Fellow Daoist Tu, what magic weapon is this?"

Tu Jin ticked the corner of his mouth: "Blood dancing yarn."

Yin Xiu said at this time: "Could it be made from the blood worm sand that can ward off the wind?"

Tu Jin nodded: "Everyone, just go out."

Seeing that he was confident, the monks no longer hesitated.

Since this kind of blood-dance veil has been stained on the five people, as long as the distance between them does not exceed ten feet, there is no obstacle. It can be said that it is an extremely precious and extremely easy-to-use magic weapon.

Obviously, Tu Jin has this magic weapon in his hand, and this time he will be so arrogant to gamble with people in this terrifying realm. Downwind.

Soon, the group stepped out of this windless land and walked into the seemingly endless gust of wind.

They had just gone out when a gust of wind swept across them, and it seemed that there was a strong force of earth in them. Seven orifices, turned into a native.

This kind of wind is called "Tuyuan Wind", and it is also a very scary type of wind.

However, although the wind came fast and ruthless, it did not play its due role.

Xu Ziqing didn't feel the ferocity of the wind. He only saw that the Tu Yuanfeng had just rushed in front of him, and there were countless blood sands spinning around, turning into a kind of mist, wrapping all the wind in it.

It was as if a stone had been smashed into a giant làng, and the water had not been splashed, but it had already been transformed by some unknown force.

And the people who were protected in the bloody veil never felt the slightest discomfort at all...

It is indeed a very powerful magic weapon!

Yesterday, Tu Jin did not release this treasure because the wind had not yet reached the level of killing step by step, but when he took it out today, it was just right for him.

Walking in the wind, the monks were more careful.

Xu Ziqing walked by Yun Lie's side and was very close to him, and the two of them had the same spirits, carefully inspected the surrounding roads, and did not dare to take it lightly.

If yesterday's wind was like a river, and today's wind is like a sea, they cannot be compared.

No wonder it was only yesterday that the entrance was open. It was indeed because the wind was so strong that it was easy to catch the eye.

Because of the precautions beforehand, the group was not too difficult, so they stepped up their speed and went to the windy area to look for traces of Luanfenghua.

After walking about three or four miles, Yin Xiu found one or two flowers, and the rest found nothing.

Xu Ziqing couldn't help but be more careful. He let go of his six senses and tried his best to distinguish the different types of wind around him. He was also guarding against the evil wind that would come sneak attack at any time... Suddenly, he found a strong wind, and there was an obvious place in it. If there is any violation, you understand immediately, and you must take action!

The next moment, a black-gold sword light was like an arrow breaking through the sky, and it stabbed there quickly—

After the crisp sound, a flesh body fell to the ground, it was a wind shòu more than ten feet high, and there were more golden hairs on the eyebrows, it should be a fifth-level wind shòu!

It turned out that Yun Lie's perception was more acute, especially when he activated the sword soul to his consciousness, which was already clearer, and because of his ruthless killing swordsmanship, he was extremely sensitive to murderous intent and malicious intent. Naturally, he realized something was wrong before Xu Ziqing. , and without hesitation

hand.

Xu Ziqing put away the corpse and couldn't help but be more careful.

On the other side, Tu Jin, Xun Liang, and Yin Xiu also all killed the incoming Feng Shòu. They had the weakest cultivation base and also had the Spirit Transformation stage. But the deeper they went, the higher the level of wind they saw, and the more vigilant they were in their hearts.

Later, winds of various levels were hidden among various types of winds and attacked from time to time. Not only did these sword cultivators have dozens of winds' lives in their hands, but even Xu Ziqing, who was at the lowest level, was also a victim of Killed at least twenty wind shòu. In his storage ring, a lot of windy flesh gradually piled up higher...

After walking for about a hundred miles in this way, everyone picked thirty-two wild wind flowers, and when they searched again, it seemed to be even more difficult.

It's just that on the route, they have already collected all the flowers of the wind. If they want to not lose this gamble, they can only go deeper into this absolute realm, and can't slack off.

As he was walking, Xun Liang suddenly stopped: "Wait."

The others looked at him and asked, "What?"

Xun Liang said in a serious tone, "Fellow Daoists, please listen carefully."

He has a natural ear, and has never relaxed the situation around him, so he is quicker than others to detect the movement in a slightly distant place, and then suddenly speaks out, reminding everyone to listen carefully.

Sure enough, when the cultivators listened solemnly, they also heard some small voices.

"láng heart...lung..."

"If you catch it...you will definitely kill...don't let it go!"

"... betrayal... villain..."

"...Watch out!"

When these voices came, there was no doubt that someone was trapped by something, and I am afraid that without rescue, it would be difficult to escape.

Only now that they have heard it, are they saving or not?

There was a sneer on Tu Jin's lips: "I hate betrayal the most in my life, but I want to have a look."

Xun Liang was the first to notice it, and at this time he also said, "Anyway, he met someone in the Absolute Realm. Maybe he knows a lot about this place. If you can ask about it, it will be somewhat useful."

Yin Xiu nodded, Yun Lie and Xu Ziqing looked at each other and both nodded.

Since everyone had the same opinion, they didn't stop at the moment, they turned around and quickly walked towards the sound.

Due to the strong wind, although the sound was shrill, it was not very far away. After walking less than half a mile, I saw a hazy figure.

There, there were also many gusts of wind swept through, the wind howling, surrounding many people, and there were many fourth- and fifth-level winds in the wind, all of which were extremely fierce. These winds are much more than what the monks have seen before.

There is a faint bloody smell coming from the wind...

Obviously, the people there were already injured, and the blood and energy spread under the wind, attracting all the surrounding fierce winds.

This has caused such serious consequences.

Based on what they heard just now, the monks knew that if they didn't help, the besieged people would not be able to hold on!

So all the sword cultivators moved their brows, and they activated their sword spirits with their sword intent, killing several winds in an instant!

The huge corpse fell to the ground, and the person inside said in surprise, "Thank you for saving me!"

The monks were also unequivocal, they swept away faster, the sword intent was horizontal and slaughtered, and Xu Ziqing's demon vines danced around, and quickly pulled out many winds. They had to give way.

During the Divine Consciousness investigation, I saw that there were eleven or twelve spiritual cultivators who were besieged. There were men and women, and they were all in the Gathering Source Realm, and there was not a single one who entered the Tribulation Realm. In terms of conversion, it was a group of monks who were only in the initial stage of Nascent Soul and God Transformation, and they dared to come to such a dangerous place.

What's more, spiritual cultivators are no better than cultivators who often have magical treasures to protect their bodies, and often use divine power to protect their bodies.

It was a little too bold.

Xu Ziqing saw that there was Tomorrow hanging high behind those gods, and a lot of golden light fell on them, blocking all the evil winds around them. But at the same time, the attacks of the wind shòu can only ask them to use their own magic skills to resist, or punch and punch, but use the sun god to attack and defend themselves. Generally speaking, they can only resist and be imprisoned. firmly suppressed.

Sure enough, it was a battle of attrition. Once the divine power was exhausted, they could only be torn apart by the wind and eaten.

However, with the addition of the swordsmen at this time, the pressure was relieved immediately.

The fourth- and fifth-level wind shòu is only similar to the strength of Jindan and Yuanying at most, and the only difficulty to deal with is the ability to transform wind. However, today's sword cultivators are already familiar with the subtle anomalies after these grades of wind are transformed into winds. As long as they pay more attention and distinguish carefully, it is not a problem at all.

After a while, Feng Jing was continuously smashed, and more dull sounds of flesh falling to the ground also sounded one after another.

The morale of the cultivators was boosted, they pointed the sun god, and they worked even harder to join the battle.

Xu Ziqing walked to the side of those people, released hundreds of demon vines, weaved a huge net, and protected them. As for myself, I carefully checked the surrounding situation, used my spiritual sense to capture the traces of the wind bit by bit, and repeatedly trained Wanlong Fist, so that the boxing wind would hit that little gap again and again, and the incoming winds, Feng Jing All shattered.