Chapter 9 Resentment

"Wow, Wuff."

Su Qin gasped and frowned. Two blood holes were pierced in his shoulders, and red blood kept "gling" and "gling" out. The piercing pain made Su Qin feel a little unable to move.

Liu Feng's "black shadow art" is so powerful that he directly pierced his shoulder bone. If he hadn't broken through his own limits, he successfully transformed his spiritual knowledge into divine consciousness, stepped into the Qing realm, and found the true body of Liu Feng's "black shadow magic". At this moment, Su Qin believes that he was afraid that he was dead.

With the operation of the Silent Floating Life Sutra, the aura of heaven and earth insanely spit into the body, restoring the spirit consumed by Su Qin's life-and-death struggle.

In the distance, it was hit on the ground by Su Qin with a foot of "silence", and the soil bag formed suddenly moved. The soil bag was gently arched, and the soil splashed everywhere, revealing Liu Feng's back.

"Not dead yet?" Su Qin frowned and said that Liu Feng's body was really strong enough. He was beaten hard by the "silence" and was not dead yet.

Suddenly, he couldn't help running Zhenyuan, and the yellow spring ruler in his hand shot out a gas and waited for the opportunity to move.

"Wangla"

The soil on the earth bag stood up with Liu Feng and rolled down one after another, and Liu Feng got up from it.

Su Qin took a closer look. At this moment, Liu Feng's face was pale, and there were blood holes and burnt wounds burned by flames all over his body. His body was frivolous, like a dandelion scattered in the air. It seemed that a gust of wind would blow it.

"Hmm." Su Qin chanted slightly, endured the severe pain on his shoulder, waved Huang Quanzhi, and the red gangan gas soared.

"Cough, don't worry so much. I'm not you. Zhenyuan seems to be endless."

Liu Feng coughed, his face pale, and seemed to regain a trace of touch in an instant. Anyone can see the twilight before death from his face.

Su Qin was silent and didn't know what Liu Feng was doing. He was as vigilant as ever.

Liu Feng's body moved gently, and his pace was weak. He approached Su Qin step by step. As he walked, he said, "You are really a madman. No wonder you have such a deep cultivation at a young age. Since you will kill me at the cost of your serious injury, I lost unjustly. Who would have thought that you were at this moment? Have you successfully broken through the Yuqing realm and have divine consciousness? Shiye, good luck."

Su Qin was still silent, watching Liu Feng approach step by step, and suddenly stopped less than five steps away from him, opening his arms, like a big bird that wanted to fly.

"What are you doing?" Su Qin frowned and asked.

"I am a person in the Red Devil Valley. When I am fearless, I kill countless people and have never been afraid. In the face of your initial existence, there is a trace of horror and kill me! People in the Red Devil Valley will never leave scars on their backs, even if they are dead!" Liu Feng opened his arms, and there was an inexplicable emotion on his pale face. His long narrow eyes were shining, as if they were fanatic and persistent.

Su Qin was slightly moved. At that moment, he seemed to read something from the eyes of the enemy of life and death in front of him.

"Since it's your choice, I meet your requirements," Su Qin said in a low voice, and a trace of recognition flashed in his deep eyes.

Waved his hand, and a red true haze appeared on the yellow spring ruler, like the afterglow of the sunset, waving to the willow wind with open arms.

"Bomb."

The next moment, the energy soared into the sky, and blood bloomed, like a blooming red lotus, brilliant and dazzling.

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Su Qin, who buried Liu Feng, began to prepare to leave the boundless sea of grass.

"The goal of coming here has been completed, and I have successfully stepped into the Qing Dynasty. I didn't expect to make a breakthrough under such circumstances." Su Qin strolled in the boundless sea of grass and looked at the boundless sea of grass and mountains, as if he was meditating.

When I came, I hurried and forgot the scenery I had already passed. When I really understood, it turned out that the forgotten scenery was so beautiful.

The wind blows the sea of grass, and the work of heaven and earth is boundless. How can it be expressed clearly in a single word?

"I didn't expect that the man in the Red Devil Valley had such a big obsession, and the previous one named Tie Yuan was completely two people. He would rather die and kill his fear to prove himself. What a madman!" Su Qin sighed when he thought of the thin man in black.

Although it looks crazy, Su Qin seems to understand.

However, understanding belongs to understanding and recognition. They are the enemies of life and death, and Su Qin can't be more kind because of this.

This is no longer about morality, but about life and death!

"When fighting with Liu Feng and others, all kinds of magical powers emerge one after another and are extremely strange. Compared with them, I can't compare with them in terms of physical methods, speed or all kinds of magical powers. If I hadn't suddenly realized that I had broken through the Yuqing realm, reached the Qing realm, metamorphed into a divine consciousness, and peeped at the man in black himself, now God, I'm afraid it's me who died." Su Qin thought as he walked.

Liu Feng's "black shadowing technique" is extremely powerful and can evolve into different forms. It is not only light and shadows, but also can continue to reproduce various forms. The last blow, if you slow down a little, I'm afraid that your arms will be pierced, and 20 whole body will be stabbed into many blood holes, dead. Can't die anymore.

"It seems that I have to learn physical magic power like "black shadow magic". Otherwise, if I meet a monk like Liu Feng in the future, or a monk more powerful than Liu Feng, I'm afraid there will be no chance." A strange brilliance flashed in Su Qin's eyes.

In the world, all kinds of magical powers are as poor as a big wave. The "black shadow art" is extremely powerful, but I don't know how many magical methods are more powerful than this "black shadow art". So far, the monistic world he has seen is just a drop in the sea, and the monks he has seen. It's just some side branches.

If you want to reach the peak of immortality, the first thing you need to do is to live!

Live in this dark, cruel and lawless mony world!

"Now the most urgent thing is to treat the wounds on my arms. I have a place to heal the wounds. In a few days, it will be the 15th of this month, which is the day of the birth of the clam. I think the treasure of the Red Devil Valley team will be available." Su Qin thought of a divine light flashing in his eyes.

Su Qin looked at the two wounds on his arm again. At this moment, the blood had been stopped. At last, Su Qin's recovery was extremely fast, and even had a scar cocoon. The blood and flesh below him were blurred, and the blow of Liu Feng, a man in black, began to cause great damage to Su Qin.

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will take three or five days to recover the wound. How can we get to Jinghu Lake?" Su Qin looked at his wound and frowned.

Rao Su Qin has practiced the Silent Floating Life Sutra, which has a terrible resilience. This kind of wound will take at least three or five days to heal. If the wound is pulled again, I'm afraid it will take longer.

"There is a way." Su Qin's mind flashed and took out a small jade bottle from his arms.

The four characters "Peiyuan Lingdan" are pasted on it, which is one of the relics left by Su Qin's predecessor Yuan Daozi in the Yunxia Mountain cave.

"Since it is called Peiyuan Lingdan, it must be able to stabilize Zhenyuan. Zhenyuan is originally formed by the gathering of the spirit of heaven and earth, which should have the effect of healing." Su Qin said to himself and looked at the wound on his shoulders again.

Suddenly, Su Qin's right hand hit the wound of his arms directly.

Suddenly, the blood surged like a spring, and the wound was torn open by him and completely penetrated his arms again.

"Hear." Su Qin took a deep breath of cold air. Because of the pain, the cold sweat on his forehead came out like the tip of a fine needle. For a moment, it was the size of soybean.

Su Qin's eyes were restrained with light, and his right hand trembled to open the jade bottle with "Peiyuan Lingdan". A wisp of fragrance suddenly emitted from the bottle and took a sip, as if it was not so painful.

Su Qin continued to take out two blue pills from it, crushed them directly, kneaded them into powder and applied them to the wounds of his arms.

The next moment, a red fire flashed in Su Qin's hand and pressed it on his arms.

The scorching fire immediately burned the wound, and under the piercing pain, it quickly burned the wound into a scar cocoon.

"It's almost done now. In two days, I think I can recover. I'm going to find a place to cultivate quietly now." After Su Qin did all this, his whole body seemed to consume a lot of energy.

This method is what he once heard from an old doctor in Qingshui City. If he suffers from this kind of extracutaneous injury, the best way is to break the wound, apply medicine, and then scar the wound with fire. Coupled with his strong resilience, he can recover as before in a day or two, at least without affecting the battle.

"Murong Can, Red Devil Valley, wait for me!"

Su Qin raised his head with a flash of light in his eyes.

Then, Su Qin turned into a remnant shadow and quickly disappeared into the depths of the grass sea.