Longevity Begins with the Master of Weapon Refining

Gu Qing took a few steps towards the Yan State with his feet moving.

Suddenly, his body froze.

He saw a wisp of Yin Qi coming out from the ground, wrapping around his legs and climbing up quickly, like a flexible little snake.

The coldness penetrated into his bones, and he couldn't help shivering.

Gu Qing suddenly looked up at the sky.

Yin Mingyun had indeed left, but a pair of red phoenix eyes appeared ten feet away, just staring at him, he felt that disaster was coming.

Yanlong's magic power surged, trying to dispel the Yin Qi.

But he could only barely resist.

"No."

The owner of the phoenix eyes obviously found him, but did not show up to see him, and did not even mean to stop him.

"Hiss!"

There was a pain in his calf, and the Yin Qi drilled into his skin, and a pattern of a phoenix spreading its wings emerged.

It was obviously some kind of mark.

Gu Qing lowered his head, his brain working frantically. He obviously did not expect to encounter such an accident, but the other party did not stop him from leaving, which means that the person he encountered was probably not Youjun himself.

Such a large piece of fifth-grade netherworld stone is definitely a treasure.

If he doesn't want to take it back, it can only be the enemy of the Lord of the Underworld or his subordinates with ill intentions.

Of course.

It is also possible that the other party has a strong desire for revenge and wants to use the mark to confuse him, so that he can escape back to the base camp in a hurry and take revenge.

This possibility is not great.

The main reason is that the desolate ghost country has gone far away, and no ghosts have been left. They are desperately chasing in the direction that Gu Qing deliberately led. This cannot be false.

I can't figure it out.

After quickly moving the hiding place, Gu Qing had time to deal with this Yin Qi mark.

The most common use of this kind of mark method is positioning.

And the simplest way to locate for a long time is to mix in one's own spiritual consciousness. If Gu Qing wants to destroy this effect, he needs to completely annihilate that wisp of spiritual consciousness.

He doesn't want to be cared for by others all the time.

Hiding in the Qingyun Tower, activating the protective ability of the spiritual weapon, and coming to the practice room.

Put the index finger and middle finger together and tap lightly on the center of his eyebrows.

With a gentle twist, he pulled it out.

Wearing a red-gold robe, with the pattern of the Yanlong and the Zhurong spell intertwined, the whole body was as black as ink, and the demonic life infant appeared outside the body.

The red sun god ring behind the head was majestic.

The head of the Taotie in the left hand was full of lightning.

The gold and stone treasure bottle in the right hand was blazing.

The feet crushed the golden god sand, which was sharp and pressing.

Just as he was curious about the things around him, Gu Qing also looked at himself from a third-person perspective for the first time.

This feeling was very wonderful.

The embryonic form of the Yuanying was not afraid of the evil wind from the outside world, and could already survive independently out of the body, but it would not last long. It would be as short as one or two months, and as long as more than ten years, and it would be completely annihilated because there was no physical nourishment.

If it transformed into a real Yuanying, it would be different.

Using it to deal with the ghost mark is the best choice. The physical body temporarily lost control, and the life infant quickly came to the calf, staring with serious eyes.

The moment the chubby hand touched the mark.

A battle of magic began in the air. The hidden consciousness inside collided with Gu Qing, and the surrounding environment changed immediately.

It became a mass grave of graves.

On the largest grave in the middle, a red phoenix was staring at him. It was the derivative of the caster's power and the symbol of the existence of the mark.

Destroy it, and the mark will naturally dissipate.

"Hmph, Chiyang God and Demon, appear!"

In the deep confrontation of the soul, Gu Qing was not afraid of any opponent. The divine ring behind the life infant's head suddenly shone brightly, and the life infant turned into the red sun god and demon, holding the sun god halberd to attack.

The red phoenix cried, and countless yin energy gathered.

It formed dense feathers and shot over. For a while, even the red sun god and demon couldn't stand it.

The owner of this divine consciousness must have been at the sixth level, and it was not low. It was also... How could ordinary people find him?

Don't dare to underestimate.

Gu Qing attacked with all his strength.

"God and Demon Shoot the Halberd!"

Twisting his body and hips, it was like drawing a bow to the full moon. With a swish, the Sun Divine Halberd broke through the blockade of the feathers and pierced Hongluan.

The next moment, the entire spiritual illusion collapsed.

In Qingyun Tower.

The somewhat weak life infant opened his eyes, and his momentum was three points weaker, but the Yin Qi mark on Gu Qing's calf had disappeared.

Just breathed a sigh of relief.

But suddenly I felt a sharp pain all over my body, and even the life infant had faint traces of tearing.

I quickly put it back to the Niwan Palace.

Gnashing my teeth.

"Curse!"

The person who left the mark had a lot of ideas. He hid this spell in the Hongluan transformed by the spiritual consciousness. Whoever cracked the Hongluan mark would be tortured by the spell.

Although it was not fatal, it was really painful.

It was like someone constantly cutting off pieces of meat with a blade, and I didn't know when it would end. This was the insidious and fierceness of the spell.

The spells that come out in the open are not scary, the real scary ones are those who do it in secret.

Spells are also one of the hundred arts of cultivating immortals, but the requirements for practice are very high. It is said that there are requirements for fate, and there are also many hidden dangers and details. Practicing this way is not like being a cultivator, but like fortune-telling, talking nonsense all day long, which has great disadvantages.

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At this time, in the desolate ghost country, the Palace of the Lord of Hell.

In the Yintian Realm.

The ghost mother Fengluan lay on her side on the gorgeous bed, twisting her eyebrows with her white hands, talking to herself.

"Hongluan, your spell has been broken."

"The Endless Slicing Curse can be broken? I don't believe it."

The voice came from her body. The timbre was exactly the same, but the tone was different, colder and emotionless.

"Oh, I was wrong. The mark was broken, and that person triggered the curse you left."

"Humph, the spell is closely related to the fate."

"The Lingchi Curse does not harm a person's life, just like the maggots on the tarsal bones. The severe pain will interfere with his future practice, unless he can ignore the severe pain as nothing."

"Sister Hongluan is really bad. Aren't you afraid that the genius will come knocking on your door that day?"

"Feng Luan, don't talk to me with such a bitch tone."

"You plan the power of the Netherworld and plot against the Yintian Ghost Emperor. What kind of good thing are you?!"

"That man has a forbidden magic weapon that can deceive God's will. He will definitely use it when he seizes the power of the Netherworld in the future. This will leave a back-up for positioning."

Feng Luan Ghost Mother suddenly sat up.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If the plan goes well, both you and I will benefit. The Youjun origin you dream of will help you reborn and recast your ghost body."

"Humph, you brainless idiot."

"Yintian is presiding over the construction of Zhou Jue Yintian Palace in the world, but his attention is focused on you. How can you leave quietly?"

"The Netherworld Stone has been stolen. If he wants to build the Yintian Palace of Zhou Jue, he will have to rely on the Yintian Zixi. This will be the weakest period since his birth."

"We can't let him get help from the Netherworld Stone. You'd better try to convince Bai Mu Gui Shuai as soon as possible. If you create a few more conflicts, a sixth-grade middle-level ghost cultivator can also be a help."

Feng Luan Ghost Mother snorted coldly.

"I know, don't talk to me in a commanding tone."

At this time, the aura of the Ghost Mother suddenly reached the upper level of the sixth level, which was completely inconsistent with the lower level of cultivation shown when the Yintian Ghost Emperor appeared before.