Cultivation is boundless

On the first day, the beauty Wuyuan was in her arms, her eyes mocking, and she watched with great interest the blood-stained man in the mirror moving step by step, walking in the endless ice field.It could be seen that Feng Qi was seriously injured, and with his cultivation base, he could not move within ten days.

On the third day, Wu Yuan held a cup of wine, watched Feng Qi fall to the ground, raised his head with difficulty, looked at the endless sky, and the corner of his mouth could still elicit that familiar smile.At that moment, he felt that the smile was so cold.

On the tenth day, Wu Yuan felt a little irritable.Sitting alone in the mirror room, watching the man gasp into ice, crawling slower and slower.Now his body is bloody and bloody, and where he passed, a red ice mark was pulled out, and a strange and beautiful straight line was drawn in the silver-white frozen canyon...

straight line……

straight!Almost no curves!This canyon is limited by formations, and people in the Void Refinement stage will only be misled by the formations and circle in it if they fall into it, and they will never be able to walk out of this impartial straight line.

Wu Yuan suddenly came to his senses, and only then realized that Feng Qi had already climbed through a third of the frozen canyon in only ten days.

"I underestimated you! Even so, you can't get out of this frozen canyon!"

Wu Yuan is ready to collect Feng Qi's body.Of course, he still hopes to keep a trace of his soul, let him reincarnate, and atone for his sins from life to life!

He wants to warn the world with this, the dignity of the king cannot be offended in the slightest!

No.40 Nine days, Wuyuan searched in the mirror for a long time, and finally saw the ice-like person.The once soft skin has long been worn down to the bones, and the remaining flames of spiritual power seem to be extinguished by the wind.Ru Mo's long hair turned silvery white, showing the desolation after exhaustion of spiritual power.On the slightly raised face, the pupil color has turned silver-gray, as if it will soon become transparent...

silver gray……

A flash of light flashed through his mind, Wu Yuan thought of something, but he didn't catch it all at once.Subconsciously, he felt that this person could not be allowed to die.The figure flashed through the mirror.In the frozen canyon, there is no cold wind, but the cold air is more fierce than that gust of wind, and it seems to cut off the flesh of the body one by one.Even his demon emperor's protective energy can be eroded, and a demon cultivator who has not formed a pill will undoubtedly die.

But when he followed the dark blood mark all the way, he didn't see him...

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Feng Qi opened his eyes, and a dark shadow came into view. He looked at it for a long time before he recognized the person in front of him——Mo Xun, the guard sent to him by Immortal Wushe, and also the person who watched him.

"Not dead yet?" Mo Xunyu's face was so cold that Feng Qi almost shivered.

"I'm sorry to teach you." Feng Qi smiled, the curve of the corner of his mouth still maintained.

Mo Xun looked at the bony fingers and knees, the blood was either frozen or almost drained, and even the remaining flesh lost its color.

"It's ugly."

"You can dig your own eyes."

Mo Xun looked at it coldly for a while, then tore off the cloak casually, wrapped the person like a corpse, carried him on his shoulders, and disappeared into the wilderness.

It took Feng Qi a full three months to grow from a popsicle bone to a body with no missing limbs.During this period, he stuffed countless spiritual pills. If he didn't know how to make alchemy, he would definitely die from the pain of a lot of spiritual stones!

Feng Qi flipped through the storage ring, hugged the alchemy furnace, and worked diligently on his little calculations, and finally came to a very sad conclusion - he is a poor man!

"Mo Xun, I might become a beggar. Would you like to give me some charity?"

As soon as Mo Xun entered the room, when he was asked, he stopped and subconsciously held down the scabbard.

Feng Qi glanced at him, retreated to his sick bed, looked at the beams, his eyes didn't even bother to move.

Mo Xun didn't notice the enemy's situation, so he came over, still cold-hearted, "The Immortal Venerable wants a ninth-grade nourishing elixir."

Feng Qi's eyeballs moved, and soon they converged to one point, "It's not Qi Muxuan. It should be Hua Qing who wants it."

Mo Xun's face turned pale, and then he said very calmly: "It's not bad."

The two monks are originally one, and if Hua Qing wants it, Qi Muxuan naturally wants it, and there is indeed no difference.

"Tell him, I can't refine it for the time being." Ninth-rank pills should not be refined by monks in this foundation-building period. Now that he has just recovered his life, his vitality is seriously injured, let alone ninth-rank, and even fifth-rank. It can be worked out.

"En!" Mo Xun responded lightly, turned and left.

Feng Qi was planning to continue lying down to absorb some spiritual energy from heaven and earth, when Mo Xun turned back and kicked a door loudly.Feng Qi flew up the jade pillow and smashed it over.

Mo Xun caught the jade pillow, still expressionless, "I forgot to tell you, people from Huayue Valley are here."

Feng Qi suddenly sat up, staring at Mo Xun, "How did they find Huayue Valley?"

"You forgot that Hua Qing is also from Huayue Valley."

"Bitch! I'm going to kill him!" Feng Qi jumped up from the couch, completely forgetting that he was "seriously injured".

Mo Xun lifted his back collar, effortlessly pushed him back onto the couch, and thoughtfully stuffed the jade pillow under his head, frowning in a rare way, "You still haven't learned to calm down."

"Damn! Hanging your family on the tip of a knife, can you calm down?" Feng Qi stretched out his foot and was about to kick someone.

Mo Xun Renjun's skill was even better, and with a stroke of his hand, Feng Qi lay down obediently.

Standing up, he stared at Feng Qi for a while, and said, "...I'm single."

Feng Qi: "..."

Mo Xun hesitated for a moment, and finally took out a storage ring unwillingly, "All my belongings."

Lingshi is often more effective in curing diseases than panacea, especially for poor people like Feng Qi.

Feng Qi, who had just finished getting angry, counted Moxun's spirit stones, put on a silver foil mask, and went to Fangshi in a refreshed manner.

From the father of the valley owner to the personal flower slave, he didn't let them go, and chose everything they liked.With these things and Jiuyang Pill, Feng Qi went to the Flying Heaven Realm.

This Flying Heaven Realm is a heavenly realm with rich aura at the top of Tianyuan City. It is one of the three holy places in the cultivation world, and it is also the cultivation place of the ancestor of Guiyun Sect, Wushe Immortal Venerable.

When the disciples of Guiyun Sect who guarded the gate of the heavenly realm saw him, they didn't open the barrier, but just sized him up, and a flying sword flew in.

Feng Qi's face was calm, and the dozen or so calmly looked at the disciples of Gui Yunzong who were dressed in white clothes and snow.

Guiyun Sect is the largest sect in the cultivation world, with no less than a hundred sects of all sizes and tens of thousands of disciples.Almost one-third of the cultivators in the Void Refining Stage in the cultivation world are in the Guiyun Sect, and there are three immortals who ascended alone.Now the person with the highest seniority and the strongest strength is the Sanxian Wushe Xianzun Qi Muxuan.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he has stood at the commanding heights of the cultivation world.Who let him step on this giant!

The disciples of Guiyun Sect have always regarded themselves very highly, and they never looked directly at Tianyuan City, who was a crooked way in the name of dual cultivation and in reality of harvesting yang, as if they were really afraid of dirtying their eyes.What they believe in is to comprehend the way of heaven through years of hard practice, not this kind of opportunistic means to increase their cultivation.The purpose of Guiyunzong destined it to be powerful, and it also destined its disciples to be superior to others.It is very reasonable for them not to look down on other sects or casual cultivators.

Therefore, every time Feng Qi faced their contempt and disdain, he remained very calm.I even thought secretly, you are arrogant, but your most respected immortal wants to use me as a furnace to refine Jiuyang Pill.Really ridiculous!

Of course, the disciples of Gui Yunzong were also very puzzled. This holy land of cultivation allowed a demon cultivator to come and go freely, which really tested their IQ and EQ.

The two sides stared at each other for a quarter of an hour, when Feijian finally came, grabbed it in his hand and heard it, the disciple guarding the gate smiled triumphantly, and said in a good mood: "The Immortal is in retreat, don't see you! "Finally, there is no need to let this plague god defile their holy place.

Feng Qi frowned slightly, if Qi Muxuan retreated, then he didn't send this flying sword letter by himself."Hua Qing" is the only one who is qualified to pass on the letter in this Feitian Realm.