Black Mountain Spirit Field.

The dark yellow dragon roams in the thick clouds and mist.

The dragon bathes in black air, and its golden eyes shine with human light.

Vicious, deep, heavy... all kinds of chaotic emotions gather on a dragon, adding a kind of invisible domineering spirit.

The sea of ​​consciousness shines brightly.

The map of the Yellow Springs tumbling violently, and the Holy River of the Yellow Springs that has not changed for thousands of years seems to have come alive.

The bright yellow light has a sense of pure and heavy feeling.

It spans the entire river like a bridge.

The picture of Jiaofu Huangquan is just a visualization picture named by Lu Qian.

At this moment, it was extremely active, as if it could truly become true according to the rapid progress of cultivation.

Lu Qian's mind and dragon are combined into one.

Swimming in the Holy River of the Yellow Spring with the Dragon.

The body gradually sinks, and the mind crosses the golden bridge formed by the divine light.

Come to an unknown place.

Lu Qian suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was standing in another world at some time.

The vast Yellow Springs and Holy River lies on the earth.

It flows through ancient and modern times, spans all walks of life, and exhales the vast demonic energy, shocking everyone who passes here.

"Ahhh!!!"

A shrill scream resounded throughout the sky.

Lu Qian looked at the sound, and countless creatures were struggling in the river.

Many demon shadows, ghosts cry and gods howl.

Billions of creatures kept bleeding, struggling and wailing in the Yellow Springs and Rivers, fighting each other, and some were stitched into huge monsters as big as mountains.

Reincarnate in pain until eternity.

On both sides of the Yellow Springs, ghosts lined up to cross the Naihe Bridge with shackles in their hands, led by the 20-meter-high bull-headed and horse-faced face.

The team continues.

"Is this the underworld in the Yellow Spring?" Lu Qian said in shock.

There is more than one Naihe Bridge, and the Yellow Spring spans countless bridges.

The ghosts under the bridge are different. Some are normal humans, some are monsters, or ghosts with strange shapes and no shapes.

It seems that the connection between different worlds.

At the end of the river is a magnificent palace with darkness hidden and exposed scales and claws.

As soon as Lu Qian looked up, a loud shout came from beside him.

"Who is the monster? You dare to commit rash at the feet of the Emperor Huangquan!"

Lu Qian subconsciously turned around and the shadows covered him.

A huge dark claw pressed down.

The magic claws covered several miles in a circle, and only the claws were seen, and the body was covered by fog, and the true appearance was not seen.

Boom!

The moment the demon claws bombarded, Lu Qian's figure disappeared.

In the real world, Lu Qian's body shook and the Yin Shen dragon returned to his body.

"What's going on..." Lu Qian found that the cold sweat had wet his back.

There was still a faint sense of fear in my heart.

This feeling is very real. When you reach this state, you will not have illusions or illusions in vain.

It is very likely that Huang Quan was the divine light that really communicated with Huang Quan.

Emperor Huangquan, what can Huangquan do...

"The sun and the moon move in the Xiao Liuren period, and the time goes to the Ding Palace to distinguish..."

Lu Qian started to teach divination, and the hexagram fell on "Chikou" and "Da'an".

The hexagram shows that the process of things is dangerous, but the result is ultimately satisfactory.

It seems that there is no consequence, it is just a small episode.

A thousand-foot yellow light floated above the head.

In addition to the suppressed suppression power, there was also a hint of coldness, and a faint green transparent ice crystal emerged under the sky.

This is the divine light of the Yellow Spring.

After a year of practice, the Gangsha was finally integrated, the Yellow Spring Sutra Picture was completed, and the peak of the spiritual nourishment was reached.

Picture of the Secret Sutra of the Nine Palaces of the Yellow Springs (Dacheng: 251/10000)

The divine light is lighter and more powerful than the evil energy, and has stronger destructive power.

"With his current cultivation level, he can at least be an eight deacon in Tongyou Temple, and it is not impossible for the Palace Master to be an official."

Lu Qian silently stared at a glimmer of light at his fingertips.

After less than twenty years of practice, people of the same level have been left far behind.

However, this is far from enough.

There is still a long way to go to practice Qigong.

Fu Bo's essence and blood have only absorbed one-third of it, and the method of refining the body has only been more than half.

Three years later, the congress of the messengers, and three years later, the day when the water eye opens.

It will definitely be another bloody storm.

It was not easy to have Daoji combat power before that.

Or you can buy it from magic tools.

Lu Qian thought about it.

With the right palm, the green and crystal sword balls float quietly, like sapphire, but much harder.

Another jade slip from Taishi was obtained as "Vajra Lingtong Ruyi Sword Pill".

Jianwan is formed by practicing a sword energy in Tanzhong and adding rare materials.

The speed is more satisfactory than the flying sword magic weapon.

And it will improve as your cultivation improves.

If a sword cultivator is a sword, he can only practice one sword and break all the methods with one sword.

"Turn to practice sword cultivation?" Lu Qian suddenly thought of this path and immediately denied it.

He will definitely not waste his money and give up practicing Qi and waste time on his practice.

There is no time to practice that sword energy.

But if there is no sword energy, the so-called sword mafia is just a flying meatball.

Bang!

At this time, a burst of explosion came from beside him.

"It's mature!" The dog-headed Taoist priest excitedly

The Huangquan magic beans are ripe and spit out a dark bean, which steadily falls into the iron cloth bag, making a loud noise like a gong.

The cow head and horse face are divided into 80% and the rest are feasted.

"Hmm?" Lu Qian's inspiration flashed and a thought emerged in his mind.

Sword slap, maybe it is a kind of thing that can be used to pretend to be a sword.

If you use golden energy to control the sword pill, you may be much faster than if you use it yourself.

Lu Qian arranged a job and then entered the rhythm of seclusion.

Jian Xi is one step away from entering the eighth level, which is the sixty-third level of the Earth Evil Forbidden. It is much more convenient to break through this level and then practice to the maximum level of the seventy-second level.

On the bank of Tongtian River, a huge island suddenly broke through the water.

The island is a giant turtle.

The turtle as big as a cave, covered with moss and weeds, eyes were closed, and their sockets became reservoirs.

There is a bronze hall on the island, and the woods around the hall are covered with white bones and human skins.
To be continued...