out of time

Chapter 2 Heterogeneity
"If it is a living person, it may really be related to the purple light... But it may also be a trap."

Xu Qing's eyes revealed his thoughts, and he pondered.

In the past few days in the ruined city, he has a deep understanding of those existences that are polluted by the breath of gods and turned into strange beasts, each of which is extremely ferocious and powerful.

But perhaps because the restricted area has not yet been fully formed, most of these strange beasts are asleep during the day.

Unless he broke into the outer area of ​​their sleeping place when he got the bamboo slips last time.

Otherwise, if you are more careful on weekdays, it will be fine.

Compared with them, Xu Qing is more wary of living people, because sometimes human hearts are more dangerous than beasts.

So after thinking about it, his eyes slowly turned cold, no matter whether it was a living person, a trap or not, that area...he was going to go again.

But when you go, you need to be fully prepared.

Thinking of this, Xu Qing grasped the practice bamboo slip in his hand.

During the past few days of practice, the changes in his body gave him some confidence, and the contents of the bamboo slips, in addition to the exercises, introduced the practice.

Cultivation, inherited from the ancient years before the arrival of the residual face of the gods.

Although there have been changes today, the overall system has continued.

Divided into Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Pill Formation, and Nascent Soul.

As for the post-Yuanying, it may be that the realm is too high, and there is no record on the bamboo slips, but it clearly points out the helplessness of monks in practice.

Because the breath of the gods invaded the psionic energy, the psionic energy was polluted, and this kind of pollution was like a poison to all things.

I don't know when it started, everyone called the breath of the gods as heterogeneous.

Xu Qing knew very well that the icy cold he felt during his previous practice was actually the result of the inhaled psionic energy being mixed with different substances.

Once this kind of heterogeneity accumulates in the body to a certain extent, it will alienate the monks, and either die suddenly and become a blood mist, or turn into a strange beast without sanity.

As for the area where the gods opened their eyes, the concentration of heterogeneity increased instantly, which was actually to speed up this change instantly.

Practice is dangerous.

If you don't practice, in this end-of-the-world world full of gods and spirits, people's life expectancy is generally shortened, and diseases frequently occur. It's like living in the purgatory of the Nine Nethers, and almost no one can die well.

Therefore, practice has become the only way after there is no choice.

So for countless years, people have evolved generations of cultivation methods based on inheritance.

What is spread today is to absorb the spiritual energy and at the same time use exercises to separate the heterogeneity mixed in the spiritual energy and compress it in a certain position of the body.

This position is called the alienation point.

Therefore, the ratio of separating heterogeneity has become an important criterion for distinguishing merits and demerits.

And almost all the high-separation ratio skills are mastered by big forces or families, which are their important resources. This point is actually the same regardless of whether the gods come or not.

And according to the different cultivation methods, the degree of separation and heterogeneity is different, and the area where the alienation point exists is also different.

But no matter what, as long as you practice, there will be differences, and points of alienation will gradually form.

The alienation point is theoretically irreversible. Although it can be resolved with some elixirs, it can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause.

As for the method of thoroughly purifying the point of alienation, the bamboo slip also mentioned a sentence.

In the end world, besides Nanhuang Continent, there is also a more majestic continent named Wanggu.

There is the origin of the human race there. Although it is also polluted by the breath of the gods, it seems that it has found a way to completely purify it.

But obviously this kind of method cannot be quantified, and only extremely noble people can enjoy it.

Ordinary monks can't be expected.

As for the most numerous low-level casual cultivators, it is even more impossible to obtain them.

However, most of the skills of casual cultivators have an extremely low degree of separation, so not only is it difficult to practice, but the risk of alienation is also greater.

Although the risk of practice is so great, for most people, monks are still common.

For example, Xu Qing, he knows that he can be regarded as a casual cultivator now.

Although according to the records on the bamboo slips, every monk in the end-land world is walking on a difficult and dangerous road of no return, just like ordinary people swimming into the deep sea and rushing to the unreachable shore.

But often before seeing the other side of the legend, he died of exhaustion.

But Xu Qing, who grew up in a slum, deeply knows that a conflict or a disease will kill people.

"So instead of worrying about alienation in the future, it is better to worry about whether you will still be alive tomorrow."

Xu Qing muttered, touched the scar on his chest, and looked at the sky outside the gap.

At this moment, it seemed that it was not far from dawn outside, and the screaming and screaming sounds were much less.

"If the blood rain continues and Ziguang has not been found, you should consider leaving and go to other cities to find medicinal herbs." Xu Qing looked down at his wound.

Because of the pervasive breath of the gods and the continuation of the rain of blood, almost all items in the city were seriously polluted, including medicinal herbs, and the resources were very scarce.

Xu Qing raised his hand and pressed on the scar on his chest, some blood oozed out.

His complexion was a little pale, he took a deep breath, took off the clothes inside the leather jacket, wrapped them around his back, and bound his wounds, then cheered up and waited silently for the dawn.

It didn't take long, and the roar and shriek from outside became less and less.

Until it completely disappeared, Xu Qing noticed through the gap that the sky outside was getting brighter.

According to his past experience, he can go out at this moment.

But he didn't move immediately, but stood up and moved his stiff body.

After bursts of warmth, he removed the stones and debris blocking the gap, and with the help of the faint light from outside, he opened his leather bag and tidied it up.

A dagger full of rust was tied by his calf.

He put the black iron stick in the most convenient position.

There was also a snake head, which he wrapped in sackcloth, opened it carefully, checked it, and put it away carefully.

After doing this, Xu Qing closed his eyes, opened them suddenly after a few breaths, his eyes were replaced by calmness.

He quickly drilled out of the gap and paused at the exit.

After vigilantly checking around, he was sure that there was nothing wrong with it, so Xu Qing rushed to the outside world as the sky gradually brightened.

Galloped forward.

Because of the continuous rain of blood and dense clouds, the sun cannot be seen at dawn here, let alone strong sunlight.

The dim morning light was like a seriously ill old man covered with life spots, his cloudy eyes seemed to still have the frost of the night.

And the breath he exhaled turned into the morning wind, bringing the smell of death, very cold, very cold.

If you don't warm up, your whole body will tremble involuntarily when the wind blows.

But for Xu Qing, his body still retains the warmth from before, so he was not greatly affected.

At this moment, the speed does not decrease, and it goes straight to the area where there are suspected living people seen yesterday.

Looking from a distance, in the empty city, Xu Qing's figure is like a leopard, jumping on the broken walls and ruins here and there, flowing like clouds and flowing water without stopping.

Accompanying him was a flock of birds flying across the sky, but they were located in a high position, making it difficult to catch them.

While galloping, Xu Qing looked up at the birds in the sky and licked his lips.

He didn't know why, after the gods opened their eyes, all living things were polluted and almost all died, including beasts, but birds survived the most.

And these birds are the focus of his hunting to relieve his hunger during this time.

At the same time, although the birds were also trapped in the blood rain, they seemed to be able to find some safe shelters instinctively. Xu Qing's burrow was discovered along the tracks of the birds before.

This kind of shelter is actually not absolutely safe, but relatively speaking, it seems to be easier to be ignored by those strange beasts and weirdness.

Xu Qing has discovered two places these days, one is his cave, and the other is outside the city lord's mansion.

But at this moment, he just scanned the sky, then retracted his gaze, and locked on a position in the city, getting closer and closer.

Soon, Xu Qing approached the area he looked at yesterday, he didn't go directly there, but went around to find a high point.

After climbing up cautiously, he lay down on his stomach, motionless, narrowed his eyes as much as possible, and slowly looked down.

At a glance, Xu Qing's eyes tightened, and he saw the person from yesterday again!

The other party was sitting by the ruined wall, neatly dressed and with normal skin.

The most important thing is... His demeanor, his body, everything about him was exactly the same as what Xu Qing had seen yesterday.

It seemed that the other party didn't move for a whole night.

This is extremely unreasonable.

If the other party is alive, it is impossible to turn a blind eye to the danger that exists in the dark night of the city.

If the other party is a dead person, this uncontaminated corpse is the best food for those strange beasts, so it is impossible to exist until now.

Xu Qing was silent. After thinking in his heart, he lay there motionless. He grew up in a slum, and he was not lacking in patience.

And so, under his careful gaze, the time passed slowly, until noon passed, and the man remained motionless.

Xu Qing, who had been waiting for three hours, raised his right hand lightly after pondering, a stone was caught in his hand, and shot towards the opponent's place.

The stone was very fast and had a strong impact, and when it landed on the figure at the ruined wall, it made a bang.

The figure swayed and fell to the side like a corpse.

And the moment he fell, a ray of purple light appeared on the ground where he used to sit.

The moment he saw Zimang, Xu Qing's eyes lit up and his breathing became short of breath.

He searched for these days, and what he was looking for was the purple light that he had seen descending on the city.

At this moment, he forcibly restrained the urge to pass immediately, and waited for a moment with difficulty. After confirming that there was no problem, he rushed out.

The speed was so fast that almost all the strength burst out, and the whole person was like a falcon, heading straight for Ziguang.

After arriving quickly, he grabbed Ziguang, and the figure shot back and away without any hesitation.

The whole process was extremely fast, and it wasn't until he retreated more than ten feet away that Xu Qing stopped panting and looked at the purple-emitting object in his hand.

It was a purple crystal, crystal clear, with a dazzling beauty.

Xu Qing's heart was beating faster. When he looked up, he saw the fallen corpse. It seemed that because of the loss of the protection of the purple light, the corrosion of the clothes was visible to the naked eye at this moment, and the skin instantly turned black.

This scene made Xu Qing instinctively grasp the purple crystal in his hand even tighter, turn around and run towards his burrow.

Not long after running, Xu Qing's footsteps suddenly stopped, and his expression was a little confused.

He lowered his head and untied his fur jacket, looking at his tied chest.

There was no blood seeping out there, but an itchy feeling emerged instead.

Xu Qing's eyes were fixed, and he tore off the remnants of his clothes that were stretching the wound, and when he looked at the wound, his heart was strongly shaken.

He clearly remembered that when he checked in the morning, the injury hadn't healed, and it even turned blacker, but now...

Most of the scar on his chest has healed, and there is only a shallow scar on the edge!
"This..." Xu Qing breathed heavily, and then suddenly looked at the purple crystal in his hand.

(End of this chapter)