"Life bone, sacrificial bone, bone refining, phase bone."

"Liu Li, sacrificing the soul is guiltless."

"This is the first seven stages of bone repair."

"In the beginning of bone cultivation, the most important thing is the cultivation of the body."

"But later on, as my cultivation level continued to improve, pure body training was no longer enough."

"The human body is like the most perfect puppet."

"It is the human soul that controls this puppet, but if the body is too strong."

"The soul will also feel tired."

"Therefore, bone cultivation requires the use of mind cultivation to improve the quality of one's soul."

"But after passing the seventh realm, the difficulty of refining the heart and transforming the soul begins."

"Thousands of souls are calamity, ten thousand bones are calamity."

"All Saints."

"These are the last three realms after the seven realms."

"The soul needs to be sublimated, but the body also needs to keep up."

"Therefore, it is a good way to seek the traces left by our predecessors."

"call--"

"Ashes are born, dust rises, and all the seas rise."

"Emperor of Earth, Lord of Heaven, Lord."

"These are the six realms after the ten realms."

"After this, there is the seventeenth realm."

"Emperor Realm."

…

It's raining and the sky is gloomy.

A cool breeze blew up, and the bamboo leaves fell.

Gu Qingyang listened to the sudden sound of wind, and heard the sound blending invisibly with the sound of falling rain.

At this moment, he woke up from his practice.

Just now, he was still deducing his Tai Cang Ku Rong Sutra, and still thinking about where his way out was.

This is already the second year since the grand gathering of the Hanging Coffin Ancient Sect was held, and it is also the second year that he has practiced the Tai Cang Ku Rong Sutra.

And now, two years are about to pass.

Until now, his cultivation has not received any substantial improvement. Before the third year, his strength is still the same.

Because of the ghost armor technique.

Now, no matter how much he relies on the Tai Cang Ku Rong Sutra, he becomes like a real living being.

In essence, he still has the same iron armor, and he has always been a creature-like armor.

He is not a real living being.

The temperature will not return to his body.

He was like a cursed person. Death had passed him by. Although it was not his life, it took away his hope for the rest of his life.

Create a new practice system.

Or become my sister's Taoist soldier.

Or maybe it's to take away someone else's body.

…

He has accomplished none of these things in the past two years.

At this moment, even though he has a spiritual understanding that is unmatched by anyone in the world.

Even though he masters the cultivation methods and various methods of all schools of bone cultivation in the world.

All of this seems to have lost its original meaning invisibly.

He is no longer the same person as before.

If we say that in the past, he could rely on the God-Swallowing Ancient Demonic Scripture to snatch food from the tiger's mouth in front of the way of heaven.

Being able to survive a natural disaster.

So now, there is no possibility for him to do such a thing.

Because he is not a real living being.

The bone cultivation method can no longer be applied to him.

His strength is only comparable to that of an ordinary bone cultivator in the bone refining realm.

Although, relying on many means and the trump cards accumulated in the past two years.

And, the shackles given to him by heaven are the power of sin and blood in his body.

Relying on these, he can be stronger than most bone cultivators in the bone refining realm.

But in fact, his true cultivation level is only in the Bone Sacrifice Realm.

Sacrificing bones, refining bones.

There is only one word difference between the two, but the difference is a real world of difference.

He could try his best to make up for this vacancy, but he couldn't let himself go any further.

This is the reality, the reality that he needs to face now and will need to face in the future.

"call--"

Feel the feeling of raindrops falling on your body.

Gu Qingyang couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

He stared at the rain in front of him.

He thought in his heart that maybe only this rain could make him feel that he still existed in this world.

However, whenever he tried to practice, he felt like he was isolated from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and could not get any response from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It's like a thorn.

Invisibly, very suddenly, it would suddenly penetrate into his heart, making him feel a dull pain, but he could only endure it.

"Future, reality, rise."

"Destruction, despair, reincarnation."

After a period of time, the rain gradually intensified, but Gu Qingyang did not leave. He just sat there quietly.

This time, he did not try to deduce the Tai Cang Ku Rong Sutra, but directly followed his heart and thought directly about everything he faced.

He thought about what he might face in the long run.

He knows too well what he will face if his strength fails to grow.

In the past two years, the strength of people like the Hanging Coffin Ancient Sect has actually increased.

Whether it's because of Gu Qingying's influence or the operations of those old monsters.

In short, the entire Hanging Coffin Ancient Sect, from the elders to the disciples, are all getting stronger.

In a short period of time, the effect that can be seen is naturally very small.

But if things continue like this, those people will definitely be able to surpass him now.

Now, facing those people, he can still use the blood contract and the reason that he is Gu Qingying's Taoist soldier to help Gu Qingying.

What happens next?

He knew that this was a desperate situation prepared by Heaven for him alone, and he knew even better that from now on, the situation might become even worse.

But he had no choice.

For him, compromising would only lead to death. What's more, he had no intention of compromising at all.

Therefore, the only way to crack it seems to be to persevere, and to use all the conditions at his disposal to persevere.

Until, another miracle is created.

Until he seizes the opportunity to rise again.

This seemed to be a difficult thing to accomplish, but it was something he had to accomplish. However, just as he was meditating, a pair of hands suddenly appeared.

The skin of those hands was like gelatin, and the fingers were slender, giving people a warm and jade-like feeling. But Gu Qingyang was not blessed to feel its texture.
To be continued...