After dressing as a cannon fodder in Xiuxianwen

Before the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, a figure suddenly appeared in the discarded storage space.

The nun looked around, bent down, and picked up the storage ring on the ground.

"call out!"

The giant sword slammed against Shen Qingyi's neck.

The black-faced man sneered.

"I thought you were so smart, but now it seems that you are nothing more than that! However, people die for money and birds die for food..."

Before the black-faced man finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong in the air, and his body instinctively stepped back.

"boom!"

The huge roar sounded again.

"grown ups!"

A group of Nascent Soul cultivators hurried forward, wanting to see how the black-faced man was doing.

The black-faced man covered his chest, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, looking at the big pit under his feet, and the half of the talisman inside because of the explosion.

"Stand-in talisman! Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!"

The bloody smell surging in his chest became stronger, and a monk hurriedly supported the black-faced man.

"My lord, quickly take the healing pill!"

The black-faced man was just about to take the pill in his mouth, but suddenly stopped.

She turned her head abruptly, but when she saw those black hole eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

The moment his body retreated, the long sword in his hand slashed fiercely at that person.

"Oh!"

Another explosion sounded.

"grown ups!"

The Nascent Soul monks who rushed forward watched the black-faced man fall into the center of the explosion again.

The Yuanying Dzogchen monk waved his hand, and the dense smoke scattered in all directions dispersed to the surroundings.

"stop!"

The black-faced man who noticed something was wrong yelled angrily, and wanted to stop the person who brushed away the smoke, but it was too late, and everyone was eager to save people.

"Cough cough! Cough cough!"

The black-masked man coughed violently, and everyone saw the black-masked man half kneeling on the ground at the moment.

"grown ups!"

The Nascent Soul senior monk who made the shot walked over first.

"Hold your breath! Cough cough cough! Hold your breath!"

The black-faced man felt the pain in the wound was hot, and watched the bright red blood turn into purple-green little by little but quickly.

Someone noticed something was wrong with sharp eyes.

"It's poison! Hold your breath!"

In one part of the forest, the trees shook slightly.

Shen Qingyi's figure appeared on the trunk of a giant tree, holding on to the trunk, he exhaled.

Ah Qing lay on her shoulder, looking at her pale and bloodless face, she couldn't help but speak worriedly.

"Sister, are you okay? Take some pills!"

Shen Qing nodded, and took the pill that Ah Qing handed over.

A pill to restore spiritual power and a pill to restore spiritual consciousness.

Manipulating so many formations and talismans at one time, and all of them are high-level, her spiritual power has almost reached the extreme, and most of the spiritual power in her body has been extracted.

At the moment, my head is still a little buzzing.

He quickly arranged a formation for himself, and Shen Qing sat on the tree trunk.

"Ah Qing, Tianyuan, guard the surroundings for me!"

"it is good!"

The elixir entered the mouth, and it turned into a gentle force that flowed to Shen Qingyi's limbs, tendons and dantian.

Shen Qing was not stingy at all with pills and spirit stones, but such things as consciousness and spirit cannot be recovered instantly by pills.

It's just that after taking the elixir, the consciousness is not so tired and uncomfortable.

The surrounding water and wood spiritual energy was abundant, and Tianyuan was on the sidelines to help guard, while mobilizing the wood spiritual energy and vitality to penetrate into Shen Qingyi's body.

Seeing Shen Qingyi whose face gradually recovered, Ah Qing could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"If only at this time, it would be great if there were people from the Holy King's Palace who would burn their blood..."

In this way, my sister can recover quickly.

It's a pity that the members of the Holy King's Palace who came over were all stopped at the formation, and even if they rushed over, they would have to wait for a while.

As for the other monks of the Holy King's Hall, he didn't want to meet them at this time.

"Don't think about it, those people in the Holy King's Palace will not easily burn the power of blood unless it is a critical moment of life and death."

Tianyuan's faint voice made Ah Qing look at him involuntarily.

"why?"

Tianyuan looked at Shen Qingyi who was still practicing, and was still vigilant about the surrounding environment.

"If I'm not mistaken, although those monks in the Holy King's Hall can use the power of burning blood to recover quickly, but don't forget that the power of blood is nothing else, even more important than a monk's blood. Such Behavior, in a way, is actually burning your own life force to restore your own life force."

"Burning your own vitality to recover your own vitality?"

Ah Qing didn't understand very well.

"The internal structure of this small world of fallen gods is special. In Pan Kong's words, it can be regarded as the secret realm of ancient gods and demons, and it is also a secret realm exclusive to gods and demons. The energy inside is also beneficial to them, but in ancient times The gods and demons in the world don't need to burn their own blood to mobilize the power here, but now the people in the Holy King's Palace need it. There is a price to pay. And burning your vitality to restore your vitality is actually equivalent to changing something in your vitality into something you need more now, understand?"

Ah Qing pondered over what Tianyuan said, then nodded.

"I probably understand."

"So, at this time, if a monk from the Holy King's Palace appears and burns the power of the blood, it must be the end of the road. You must know that when a person lives and dies, the power that explodes is often beyond his own strength. "Although cultivating immortals is an act against the heavens, we should not blindly seek to break through and then stand up. What we need now is to improve our own strength, so as to improve security. We can't always think about using other powers to be lazy. There is power that can be used, but what if it is in other places? And the people in the Holy King's Hall are not fools. It may be okay once or twice, but in the future... if there are more people killed by Qingyi, there will always be news. , At that time, someone will follow the clues to find more information, if we are still opportunistic, we may fall into a trap set by others."

50 years, or longer.

No matter how powerful they are, it is impossible for them to have no crisis or leave any traces every time!
You must know that if you encounter sudden danger, life is often the most important thing. As for the traces, they can only be erased when you have the remaining ability.

Tianyuan always remembered what Pankong said, and he didn't want Shen Qingyi to lose some direction because of the temporary temptation of burning the blood of the Holy King Palace in the past 50 years or longer.

Only when you are strong, you are the most powerful!
"Do not worry."

Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, Tianyuan and Ah Qing turned their heads.

"elder sister!"