When the pain hit, Qin Sang was not surprised but happy.
From the God Transformation Yin Fire Tribulation, to the Yaojin Sword Cave, and then to the Dragon Transformation Pond.
In just a few decades, Qin Sang had undergone menstruation and marrow cleansing three times and suffered unbearable pain for ordinary people.
If not for this, his "Celestial Demon Refining" technique would not have improved so quickly.
The spiritual liquid of Hualong Pond seems to have an unknown power, which is not felt outside. Once it enters the body, changes occur suddenly. Qin Sang only feels a streak of thunder traveling through the limbs and bones, rushing into the bone marrow, meridians, and penetrating the internal organs.
The five internal organs bring inhuman suffering wherever they pass.
His bones exploded one after another, his blood surged, and the skin all over his body was stained with a bright red color. The blood spurted out in an instant, forming a dense blood mist that connected with the spiritual mist in the pool.
At the boundary, the blood mist and the spiritual mist actually merged, and strange changes occurred. The blood mist immediately rolled back and poured into Qin Sang's body again.
This goes on and on.
Every time the blood returned, Qin Sang could feel the severe pain in his body subside slightly, and it seemed to get better for a moment.
But the good times did not last long, and the speed of recovery could not keep up with the speed of destruction. The spirit liquid of Hualong Pond may not be as intense as that of Yaojin Sword Cave, but it is the most suitable for the dragon's bloodline, and it washes away instantly, leaving no chance to breathe. Only the body of the dragon can
withstand these impacts.
If this continues, Qin Sang may be forced to leave the pool, but due to the ancient restrictions in the pool, he only has this chance.
The Dragon King was standing by the Hualong Pond. When he saw Qin Sang's whole body shaking uncontrollably, he smiled while twirling his beard and beard with his hands.
A smile appeared, then froze on his face.
The Dragon King stared at Qin Sang closely, and saw his body tremble, exuding extremely pure demonic energy, a green light flashed from behind, and a pair of green wings spread out.
He almost broke his beard and was shocked and confused.
Then an even more astonishing scene appeared. An inexplicable aura gathered above Qin Sang's head. After a moment, an illusion of a green luan appeared. It was lively and agile, with a slender body, green feathers as forged, and unusual beauty.
As soon as the phantom appeared, the spirit mist retreated outwards as if in fear.
The Dragon King didn't know that it was Qingluan's Dharma Appearance, but he thought it was because Qin Sang's blood energy was so strong that he transformed into strange phenomena. This was not uncommon among the demon clan, so he couldn't guess why his blood energy transformed into Qingluan.
After looking at it a few more times, I felt something was wrong.
The expression on the Dragon King's face suddenly changed. He suddenly recalled a legend in his clan, and his heart was greatly shocked.
"Dharma?"
Although the green luan above Qin Sang's head is extremely illusory, its outline is not very clear, and it cannot even be considered a shadow. Judging from his behavior, he is still unable to control it.
It is indeed somewhat similar to the legendary Dharma image in the clan!
It can be said that Qin Sang's attainments in the physical body are impossible to condense the Dharma, and besides, he is obviously a human race.
The Dragon King subconsciously wanted to take two steps forward to take a closer look, but suddenly he felt the spiritual pool beneath his feet vibrating. When he lowered his head and looked at it, he couldn't help but be shocked.
A vortex appeared in the spiritual liquid in the pool at some point, and a suction force was generated from Qin Sang's body, like a bottomless pit, sucking the spiritual liquid into the body. The water surface dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even the spiritual mist became a little thinner.
In just a moment, a loud laugh was heard, and a ray of green light rushed out of the Hualong Pond, leaving only a thin layer of spiritual liquid in half of the pond.
Qin Sang had wings on his back and did not take away the Dharma sign. He landed next to the Dragon King, bowed his hands and said with a smile, "Thank you for your treasure pool. I need to retreat immediately. These spiritual objects will be placed with you first. When fellow Taoists find the treasure, just bring it to them."
Having said that, without waiting for King Jiaolong's reply, Qin Sang couldn't wait to leave Jiaolong's ancestral land and return to the Dharma Boat.
The Dragon King had a gloomy expression on his face. He looked at the jade box in front of him without any hint of joy. Finally, he let out a long sigh and rolled up his sleeves.
If so much of Hualong Pond's spiritual liquid was collected at one time, the clan's strength would be affected. He could only comfort himself. After Qin Sang's mediation, there should be no war in the next few hundred years.
Qin Sang returned to the Dharma boat and sat cross-legged in meditation.
It's not because they are afraid that the Jiao clan will regret it, but because they have absorbed so much spiritual fluid at once, they must adjust their breath immediately.
At the last moment, he was so blessed that he imitated the Dharma to activate Qingluan's thunder power and attract the spiritual liquid in the pool. Unexpectedly, he succeeded. At this moment, he was using the Dharma to imprison the spiritual liquid.
"Unexpectedly, the Dharma is so magical. I have to study it carefully when I have time..."
A few months later.
King Jiaolong boarded the Dharma boat again and presented the jade box. The boxes were full of treasures that could help Qin Sang in his cultivation. The Jiaolong clan could not afford so many. Some of them were from other tribes, but after being in his hands, there were inevitable benefits.
He wanted to see Qin Sang in person, but Qin Sang had no time to see him at the moment. He transformed himself to check, cupped his hands and said, "I'll leave you, fellow Taoist, for bothering me. I've been bothering you for a long time, so it's not appropriate to stay for a long time. I'll take my leave now."
After saying that, the Dharma boat shook and sailed away through the waves.
Going east from the ancestral land of the Jiao tribe, you can reach Tianwu Island directly.
Now the Wu Clan can only keep this Heavenly Witch Island. It is surrounded by demon soldiers. The Wu Clan monks almost dare not go down to the island, as if they are in a cage.
When approaching Tianwu Island.
Qin Sang finally came out of seclusion, feeling guilty and surprised in his heart.
In the spiritual fluid, the unknown energy that was originally thought to be useless to him and might need to be forced out of the body, almost did not escape. It was all refined and absorbed by him. Not even the Jiao Clan could do this!
I think it should be the credit of Qingluan Dharmaxiang.
In this way, you can hit the late stage of the fourth level without waiting for all the spiritual liquid to be absorbed!
Practicing hard work step by step is really no better than collecting resources from one world to strengthen oneself.
Unfortunately, for the incomplete elixir of Suppressing Spiritual Fragrance, I could only find one after searching the two areas. It is not easy to collect the formula.
"I hope the Witch Clan can give Pindao some surprises..."
After silently calculating the distance, Qin Sang put away the magic boat and the incarnation, and fluttered the Xuanxiu of his right arm.
Suzaku didn't want to return to the Qianjun Ring, so he could only keep the Sun God Tree in his sleeves. Fortunately, Suzaku could restrain it a little bit and prevent his breath from leaking out and being noticed by interested people, so he didn't have to bother to cover it up.
He quietly passed through the monster clan's defense line and landed on Tianwu Island.
The layout of Tianwu Island has not changed much from that of hundreds of years ago. Qin Sang felt that things are right and people are different. Not long ago, he went to a palace, where an old man from the Wu tribe came. Seeing Qin Sang take out the token, he immediately came down. Worship, "I see you, my humble servant."
Although this person is from the witch clan, he is a secret agent of the Four Holy Palaces.
"Has the person been found?" Qin Sang asked.
The old man nodded repeatedly, "There is only one true successor of the Black Snake lineage left, and he is hiding on the island to cultivate. Although he deliberately hides his origin, he cannot hide it from the eyes and ears of the villain. The villain has always sent people to keep an eye on him."
Qin Sang didn't say much. He asked for the address and disappeared.
…
In a courtyard in the city, a young man in black robes was sitting cross-legged and meditating. Suddenly he felt something strange. When he opened his eyes, he saw someone appeared in front of him. The restrictions around him showed no response.
The young man was horrified and quickly pulled out a long knife in front of him, "Who are you?"
"Are you a true disciple of the Black Snake Ancestor?" Qin Sang stood with his hands behind his back and asked condescendingly.
The young man seemed to have expected it and smiled miserably.
After the Black Snake Ancestor disappeared, the Black Snake Mountain lineage declined, and even the sect was taken away.
It seems to be related to Qin Sang. He almost killed all the true disciples of the Black Snake Ancestor, including the most respected eldest disciple.
Later, although the Black Snake Ancestor took in some more disciples, good talent and quality were not so easy to find. He was still able to support him during his time. Since his fall, the Black Snake Mountain lineage has declined rapidly, and people have attacked the mountain gate. The survivors
They all become lost dogs.
If the Black Snake Ancestor had not made many enemies during his lifetime, and the Wu Clan was troubled internally and externally, those Nascent Soul Patriarchs would not have been able to take care of them, and they would have been extinct long ago.
Private fights are not allowed on Tianwu Island. The surviving disciples hid here, but they could not avoid the war between the three clans. People kept dying on the battlefield, and they were withering away day by day. Only a young man was left.
I thought that after hundreds of years, the storm of that year had passed and he had relaxed a bit.
Unexpectedly, someone came to the door. Judging from the popularity in front of him, he was probably a Nascent Soul Patriarch. No rules could control such a person. The other party killed him, would the Great Witch Zhu seek justice for himself?
The young man knew that he was bound to die, but in the desperate situation, he developed a ferocious nature. He clenched the spiritual sword tightly and was determined to give it a try no matter what.
Qin Sang turned a blind eye, and a ray of light flew out from his right hand, asking: "Have you seen this thing?"
The young man was slightly startled, and when he looked closely, he saw a round stone platform. He had never seen it before, but it somehow looked familiar. He pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered it.
Qin Sang saw a strange look on his face and said, "Tell me everything you know."
Seeing that the other party did not seem to be seeking revenge, the young man hurriedly knelt down and knelt down, not daring to hide anything, "Senior Qi, this junior once heard the master accidentally mention this matter. Back then, the master ordered his disciples to find half a similar stone platform.
According to legend, it is an ancient treasure that escaped from the Holy Land, Wushen Mountain. Grand Witch Zhu and the elders are also looking for it. The master even personally ordered not to make it public, but the juniors have a low status and do not know whether it is true or not..."
When the Seven Kills Palace broke through and ascended, many masters of the Wu clan were trapped in the inner hall and were crushed to pieces by the space storm. The Black Snake Ancestor was one of them.
The ancestor of the Black Snake died in the Seven Kills Hall, leaving no relics or a few words. The young man searched his guts and couldn't explain the reason. For fear of angering Qin Sang, he hurriedly took out all the sect books he brought out and asked Qin Sang to take a closer look.
To be continued...