"They are Green Spirit Warriors. Green Spirit is a branch of the Spirit Clan. They belong to the lower Spirit Clan. They are tangible and invisible. They survive by eroding the human race. The eroded human race initially has a stiff white muscle, then turns pink, and then muscles atrophy and turn black, then ulcerate, turning into thick white bones."

"Will it become a skeleton?"

"No, there is no skeleton in the spirit race. After the muscles ulcerate and turn into white bones, this individual declares dead. In order to prolong their lives, they will take a large amount of medicine before the powder turns black, making the muscles dark green. However, these medicines are very precious, and not every spirit warrior has a chance. Therefore, whenever they see dark green blood races, they must be very careful. Blood spirits that can be selected to transform into dark green are outstanding. If they can be successfully upgraded, dark green will turn back into stale white. It is said that the highest blood spirit muscles appear silver white, emitting a beautiful luster, so noble that people dare not look directly at it."

"Isn't that the silver warrior? It turns out that it was transformed by the Blood Spirit clan."

"You are wrong. Silver warriors are not blood spirits, they are not the same type."

"Master, what's wrong with you? Why are you talking nonsense? What green spirits and blood clans? Do you know what you are talking about? And the silver warrior, there are no silver warriors? That's what I made up for."

After saying that, Sikong Baisui had already pulled the dragon scales, pointed at Qing Shigong, and shouted sternly: "Who are you?"

Qing Xiaoke was completely unaware of something strange. Seeing that Sikong Baisui was rising suddenly, she hurriedly dodged. Qing Shigong lost his support and fell down. Qing Xiaoke exclaimed, and then she remembered that she was still holding someone. Seeing that Qing Shigong was about to land first, she was instinctively helping him, but Sikong Baisui shouted sternly.

"Why are you so loud? I'm scared to death."

"He may have been beaten to God."

"ah!"

Qing Xiaoke shuddered, and didn't feel his hair standing upside down. He had already protected himself with his sword in front of him.

Qing Shigong fell heavily to the ground, and his forehead was rubbed a little bit. He struggled to support his body with his arms, opened his mouth and vomited, and he vomited so much that his jaundice came out. Then he fell on his back and fainted immediately.

"he……"

Qing Xiaoke was about to ask how he could still vomit himself when the person who was beaten to the gods. Sikong Baisui had removed the dragon scales. He found a wound on Qing Shigong's neck, which was undoubtedly a scratch.

Qing Xiaoke looked at his nails and it was well taken care of and clean.

“Yes, who did it?”

"Not now, if you look closely, it's already pus."

This wound is a little lower than the neck, and is usually covered by the collar and cannot be seen at all. If Qing Shigong had not fallen to the ground after vomiting, they would not have found it. The wound has been abscessed and must have been treated with medicine.

"He has been injured for a long time and has not told us without hiding it." Sikong Baisui carefully observed the wound, and was sure that it was not scratched by a wild beast, so his eyes fell on the dragon scale bow.

Qing Xiaoke immediately protected Qing Shigong: "He still has help, you can't hurt him."

Sikong Baisui wanted to tell her that if a person is scratched by the blood spirit, the consequences will be very serious, and he may hurt Qing Xiaoke's heart and he is a little confused.

"You have a wide range of knowledge, what will happen if you get scratched by a puppet?"

Qing Xiaoke still knew some of the consequences of being bitten by the puppet and scratched, but she couldn't believe that those were true.

Sikong Baisui also hesitated. The Kuo Teng was full of poison. If he was bitten or scratched by them, he would definitely have a terrible result.

But at this moment he could only scratch his head and stammer: "This... the book didn't say it. Well, wait for Alang to come back. He is knowledgeable; Miss Yi is also good, she comes from a famous family and should be able to know it."

"Just have Alang, I don't care about the girl in any clothes?"

Qing Xiaoke muttered, his eyes passing through layers of fog, but he couldn't see where Su Lang was.

...

On the iceberg, two figures were fighting to the death. Both of them were the external skills of Guangyang Sect. Ling Yundu, Slashing the Wind, and using the cloud hand, it was difficult to solve. In terms of internal alchemy cultivation, Su Lang was slightly better. In terms of external skills cultivation, Yi Tong was an inner disciple, and all the cultivation was the essence, but he was better than Su Lang.

"Slash the wind, I will cut your left shoulder." Su Lang shouted loudly and chopped Yi Tong's right shoulder.

"Come again!" Yi Tong turned around, came behind Su Lang, and slapped it out with a sudden palm.

Puff! Su Lang's mouth was bleeding and his body suddenly fell forward. Yi Tong seized the opportunity and bowed and threw out the two imperial jade beads. The force was used exactly the same, and it was falling at Su Lang's feet.

Uh, ah! ah! ah! ah!

Su Lang lost his balance, swung his arms, screamed and slid towards the cliff, and then fell down non-stop.

Yi Tong put his sword and walked to the edge of the cliff. He looked at him and saw a man lying among the rocks.

"Ghost tricks, get out!" Yi Tong refused to move forward and shouted sternly, Su Lang did not move.

"You keep installing." Three stones shot out and hit Su Lang's three acupoints.

Three muffled sounds, and blue smoke came out of the acupoints. Su Lang's body shook a few times, and then he still lay down and did not move.

This time, Yi Tong was unsure of his mind.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up."

There was still no sound. Yi Tong thought about it and silently used his spiritual sense. The little red arrow flashed from his eyebrows and jumped happily into the night sky. After a burst of joy, a hot wind roared around Su Lang.

It seemed that she could turn down at any time and take his life.

But Su Lang still lay motionless.

Yi Tong hesitated. Judging from Su Lang's crazy behavior, he was obviously attacked by the spirit type, but even so, how could his cultivation be defeated so quickly?

He had no choice but to send Xiaohong Arrow to the point of asking him out of the truth.

The little red arrow was still hanging in the air and had not taken action for a long time. Yi Tong appeared beside Su Lang with a green steel sword in his hand.

"you……"

Not necessarily a word, a cold wind enveloped Yi Tong. No, she retreated and wanted to leave, but where could she leave? The twisted space delayed Xiaohong Arrow's movement. When she was about to attack, she found that her master had completely fallen into the trap set up by the enemy.

Su Lang stood up calmly, dusted his clothes, grabbed Yi Tong's throat with one hand, and snatched her green steel sword with the other. Then the barrier shattered, and the little red arrow shot out, but stopped his body one foot away.

Yi Tong moaned softly, and Su Lang's nails cut a blood mark on her neck.

The little red arrow turned upwards sharply, rolling out a series of oscillations in the air, drawing a series of spiral circles. She yelled softly, and she felt sad and blamed for not being able to protect her master.

"You are cheating."

"Of course, this is our secret skill. You can say that this is cunning, or in other words, this is clever, haha."

Su Lang's face was a little distorted, and his eyes showed a strange blue blue.

Yi Tong guessed right, Su Lang was indeed attacked by the Nether Spirit.

The Qinggang Sword was thrown to the ground, and Yi Tong took a look. She was sure to take this distance, but she was not sure to kill Su Lang before she picked her throat open and killed him.

One hand slid down her neck and held her round/moist/pulled chest with all her hands. Yi Tong trembled all over, and the evil voice rang in her ears: "Tsk tsk, Su Lang is really the best fool in the world. He doesn't enjoy such delicious food in the world, but he is entangled with a stinky woman with a hot temper. It's so stupid."

Yi Tong took a deep breath and endured the angrily turbulent waves in her heart.

Suddenly, the hand left her chest, slowly moved upwards, and finally crossed in the air.

“…The delicious food in the world is so funny, an authentic foodie.”

A wave of extremely powerful heat suddenly bounced Yi Tong away. If she hadn't had her great skills, she would have fallen into a very embarrassing face. When she turned around and looked, she was stunned. Su Lang's body was emitting dazzling red light. Within the light, a human-shaped phantom was twisting and struggling in pain.

Almost at the same time, a red lightning flashed straight to his eyebrows.

"No-"

Everything was too late. The revengeful little red arrow shot into Su Lang's eyebrows. His body fell down softly, but the red light emitted from his body did not decrease at all, but was even worse.

The Red Fire Pill is the inner elixir of a cultivator of the level of level. Although Yi Tong had already realized that Su Lang's cultivation had reached the level of level, he refused to admit it. She also deceived herself and pretended not to know.

Outside the three major sects, there has never been such a young person who has cultivated the Red Fire Pill, which is unreasonable.

Judging from the light on Su Lang's body, his cultivation level is still in the early level of the grade level, which seems to be not much different from her upper level of the flow level, but it is essentially different. What makes Yi Tong frustrated is that the red light is refining the red pure, and the variegated red gradually disappears, replaced by pure red, which means that Su Lang's cultivation level is qualitatively changing, and it is very likely to advance to the middle level from the early level of the grade level!

The first order difference is also Xiaoling.

The red color was about to disappear, the true energy in his eyebrows pissed, and something came out, it was Xiaohong Arrow. Xiaohong Arrow's physique was too weak to deal with the cultivator of the quality realm. She took advantage of the opportunity to enter Su Lang's body, but as soon as she entered, she was locked by the true yang energy in Su Lang's body. At this moment, the true yang energy in his body was undergoing violent changes. She could not bear the hot pressure and had to break out of her body. Although she had preserved her spiritual consciousness, her cultivation had lost 60 to 70%.

Yi Tong took Xiaohong Arrow back to her palm with distress, but Xiaohong Arrow hated Su Lang. She is a magic weapon and has spiritual consciousness. Since she followed Yi Tong, she has decided to kill and fight, and has never suffered a defeat. She has developed a lone and arrogant personality like Yi Tong. How could she tolerate such defeat?

The little red arrow hung over the air and was staring at Su Lang.

"Xiaohong." Yi Tong hurriedly chanted the spell. Xiaohongjian felt the master's call and was hesitant in his heart. However, she was stubborn by nature and had completely lost her spiritual heart by hatred. She struggled and refused to return.

With a thunderous sound, something seemed to be shattering, it was that illusory humanoid thing.

The spiritual race is invisible, but only because it is storming the gods, it is only because it is storming the gods. If Su Lang had not hidden his strength, the Nether Spirit would not have chosen to storm the gods. The Red Fire Pill is a hot sun to them. No one is willing to hug the sun. Similarly, no spirit will hug the Red Fire Pill. But if it is necessary, they are willing to storm a cultivator in the flow realm. Although the process will be extremely dangerous, the result will be destined to be miserable.

"Soul Refining."

Yi Tong squeezed out these two words from her teeth, and couldn't help but tremble all over, as if someone had pulled a wisp of her soul out of her body, making her lazy and unable to lift her energy at all.

Soul refining is also a form of transportation of true yang energy. It is the core of the soul refining aspect in soul refining techniques and the cornerstone of the entire soul refining technique. It is represented by the Zhengtong Sect in the Cultivation Sect.

Su Lang practiced the art of controlling qi. According to common sense, his cultivation level is not as good as the realm of cultivation, and he is unable to refine the soul, because refining souls requires ghost fire.

However, the power of the ghost fire cannot be understood without reaching the wonderful realm.

If there are exceptions, there will be great opportunities and great luck. What kind of virtue and ability of Su Lang? Why did God treat him so well?
Chapter completed!