"If it is a living person, it may really be related to the purple light... but it may also be a trap."
Xu Qing's eyes showed contemplation and he began to ponder.
During these days in the ruined city, he became deeply aware of the existences that were contaminated by the aura of the gods and transformed into strange beasts. Each one was extremely ferocious and powerful.
But perhaps because the restricted area has not yet been completely formed, most of these strange beasts are sleeping during the day.
Unless he broke into the outer area of the place where they slept like the last time he obtained the bamboo slips.
Otherwise, if you just be careful, you'll be fine.
Compared with them, Xu Qing is more wary of living people, because sometimes people's hearts are more sinister than ferocious beasts.
So after thinking about it, his eyes gradually became cold and stern. Regardless of whether it was a living person or a trap, he was ready to go to that area again.
But you need to be fully prepared when you go.
Thinking of this, Xu Qing tightened his grip on the bamboo slips of practice in his hand.
The past few days of practice and the changes in his body gave him some confidence, and his mind couldn't help but think of the bamboo slips, which contained an introduction to practice in addition to the exercises.
Cultivation is passed down from the ancient years before the arrival of the residual face of the gods.
Although there have been changes now, the overall system has continued as before.
They are divided into Qi Condensation, Foundation Establishment, Pill Formation, and Nascent Soul.
As for those after Nascent Soul, they may have reached too high a level and there is no record on the bamboo slips, but it clearly points out the helplessness of the monks in their practice.
Because the breath of the gods invades the spiritual energy, the spiritual energy is polluted. This pollution is like poison to all living things.
I don't know since when, everyone started calling the breath of gods as alien.
Xu Qing knew very well that the coldness he felt during his previous practice was actually due to the mixed spiritual energy he inhaled.
Once this heterogeneity accumulates to a certain extent in the body, the monk will be alienated and either die suddenly and become a blood mist, or turn into a mindless beast.
In the area where the spirit opened his eyes and looked, the concentration of heterogeneity increased instantly. In fact, this change was accelerated instantly.
There are dangers in practicing spiritual practice.
But if you don't practice cultivation, in this apocalyptic world full of pollution from the aura of gods, people's lifespans are generally reduced, and evil diseases are common. It's like living in the Nine Nether Purgatory, and almost no one can die a good death.
Therefore, practice has become the only way after there is no choice.
So for countless years, people have evolved the cultivation method from generation to generation based on inheritance.
What is popular today is that while absorbing spiritual energy, one uses techniques to separate out the foreign matter mixed in the spiritual energy and compress it in a certain position of the body.
This location is called the alienation point.
Therefore, the proportion of separated heterogeneity has become an important criterion for distinguishing the quality of exercises.
And almost all techniques with a high separation ratio are controlled by large forces or families, which are their important resources. This fact is actually the same whether the gods come or not.
Depending on the method practiced, the degree of separation and heterogeneity is different, and therefore the area where the alienation point exists is also different.
But no matter what, as long as you practice cultivation, there will be differences, and points of alienation will gradually form.
The alienation point is theoretically irreversible. Although it can be resolved through some elixirs, it only treats the symptoms rather than the root cause.
As for the method of thoroughly purifying the alienation points, there is also a mention in the bamboo slips.
In the end world, in addition to Nanhuang Continent, there is also a more majestic continent called Wanggu.
Although the origin of the human race there is also polluted by the aura of the gods, it seems that a method has been found to completely purify it.
But obviously this method cannot be quantified, and only extremely noble people can enjoy it.
Ordinary monks can only hope for it.
As for the largest number of low-level casual cultivators, it is even more impossible to obtain them.
Most of the exercises of casual cultivators have a very low degree of separation, so not only is it difficult to practice, but the risk of alienation is also greater.
Although the risks of spiritual practice are so great, for most people, the sight of monks is still common.
For example, Xu Qing knows that he can now be regarded as a casual cultivator.
Although according to the records on the bamboo slips, each of the monks in the end world is walking on a difficult and dangerous road of no return, just like ordinary people swimming towards the deep sea, rushing towards the unreachable shore.
But often they die of exhaustion before even seeing the other side of the legend.
But Xu Qing, who grew up in a slum, knows deeply that a conflict or a disease can cause people to lose their lives.
"So instead of worrying about future alienation, it's better to worry about whether you will still be alive tomorrow."
Xu Qing murmured, touched the scar on his chest, and looked at the sky outside the gap.
At this moment, it seemed that dawn was not far away outside, and the roars and shrill sounds were much less numerous.
"If the blood rain continues and the purple light has not been found, we should consider leaving and looking for herbs in other cities." Xu Qing lowered his head and looked at his wound.
Because of the pervasive aura of the gods and the continuous rain of blood, almost all items in the city were seriously contaminated, including medicinal herbs, and resources were very scarce.
Xu Qing raised his hand and pressed on the scar on his chest, and some blood seeped out.
His face was a little pale. He took a deep breath, took off the clothes under his leather jacket, wrapped it around his back, and tied his wounds. He cheered up and waited silently for dawn.
After a short time, the roar and screams from the outside world became less and less.
Until it disappeared completely, Xu Qing noticed through the gap that the sky outside was already bright.
Based on his past experience, he can go out at this moment.
But he did not move immediately. Instead, he stood up and moved his somewhat stiff body.
After bursts of warmth began to appear, he moved away the stones and debris blocking the gap, and with the help of the faint light coming from outside, he opened his leather bag and tidied it up.
A rusty dagger was tied to his calf.
The black iron stick was placed in the most convenient position for him to hold.
There was also a snake head, which he wrapped in linen, carefully opened it, inspected it, and put it away carefully.
After doing this, Xu Qing closed his eyes, and after a few breaths, he opened them suddenly, and his eyes were replaced by calmness.
He quickly got through the gap and paused at the exit.
After looking around vigilantly, and confirming that there was no problem, Xu Qing rushed to the outside world as the sky gradually became brighter.
Galloping towards the front.
Due to the continuous rain of blood and dense clouds, the sun cannot be seen here at dawn, let alone strong sunlight.
The dim morning light looked like a seriously ill old man covered in age spots, and his cloudy eyes seemed to still contain the frost of the night.
And the breath he exhaled turned into the morning wind, blowing the smell of death, very cold, very cold.
If you don't warm up, your whole body will tremble involuntarily when the wind blows.
But for Xu Qing, his body still retained the warmth it had before, so it was not greatly affected.
At this moment, the speed did not slow down, and he headed straight towards the area where there were suspected living people seen yesterday.
Looking from a distance, in the empty city, Xu Qing's figure was like a leopard, jumping over the broken walls and ruins, and the flowing clouds and water did not stop at all.
Accompanying him were a group of birds flying in the sky, but they were located very high and were difficult to catch.
While galloping, Xu Qing looked up at the birds in the sky and licked his lips.
He didn't know why, but after the gods opened their eyes, all living things were polluted and almost all died, including beasts, but only birds survived the most.
These birds were the focus of his hunting to satisfy his hunger during this period.
At the same time, although birds are also trapped in the blood rain, they seem to be able to find some safe shelter instinctively, such as Xu Qing's burrow, which was discovered by following the traces of birds.
In fact, this kind of shelter is not absolutely safe, but relatively speaking, it seems to be easier to be ignored by those strange beasts and weirdness.
Xu Qing discovered two places during this time, one was the cave and the other was outside the city lord's palace.
But at this moment, he just scanned the sky, then withdrew his gaze and locked the location of the city, getting closer and closer.
Soon, Xu Qing approached the area he was looking at yesterday. Instead of going directly, he circled around to find a high point.
After climbing up carefully, he lay down and remained motionless. He narrowed his eyes to hide as much light as possible and slowly lowered his head to look over.
At a glance, Xu Qing's pupils shrank, and he saw the person from yesterday again!
The other person was sitting next to the ruins, neatly dressed and with normal skin.
The most important thing is... his demeanor, his body, everything about him is exactly the same as what Xu Qing saw yesterday.
It seemed like the whole night, the other party didn't move a muscle.
This is extremely unreasonable.
If the other party is alive, it is impossible to turn a blind eye to the dangers that exist in the dark night of the city.
If the other party is a dead person, this uncontaminated corpse is the best food for those alien beasts, so it is impossible for him to exist until now.
Xu Qing was silent. After thinking in his mind, he lay there motionless. Having grown up in a slum, he did not lack patience.
So, under his careful gaze, time passed slowly, until noon passed, and the man remained motionless.
Xu Qing, who had been waiting for three hours, raised his right hand slightly after hesitating. He grabbed a stone in his hand and shot it towards the opponent's location.
The stone was very fast and had a strong impact. When it fell on the body of the ruined figure, it made a banging sound.
The figure shook and fell to the side like a corpse.
And the moment he fell, a wisp of purple light appeared on the ground where he once sat.
The moment he saw the purple light, Xu Qing's eyes shone brightly and his breathing became rapid.
He had been searching for these days, looking for the purple light he had seen descending on the city.
At this moment, he forcibly resisted the urge to rush over immediately, and waited for a moment with difficulty. After making sure that there was no problem, he rushed out.
The speed was so fast that almost all the strength exploded, and the whole person was like a falcon, heading straight towards the purple light.
After arriving quickly, he grabbed the purple light, and the figure shot backwards away without hesitation.
The whole process was extremely fast, and it wasn't until he had retreated more than ten feet that Xu Qing stopped panting and looked at the object holding purple light in his hand.
It was a purple crystal, crystal clear, with a dazzling beauty.
Xu Qing's heart was beating rapidly. When he looked up, he saw the fallen body. It seemed that because it had lost the protection of the purple light, the clothes were visibly corroded and the skin instantly turned black.
This scene made Xu Qing instinctively grasp the purple crystal in his hand tighter, turn around and run quickly towards his cave.
But not long after running, Xu Qing suddenly stopped and looked a little confused.
He lowered his head to untie his leather jacket and looked at his tied chest.
There was no blood seeping out there, but instead there was an itching sensation.
Xu Qing's eyes narrowed, and he tore open the remaining clothes that were holding the scar. When he looked at the wound, he was greatly shocked.
He clearly remembered that when he checked in the morning, the injury had not healed yet and had even turned darker, but now...
Most of the scars on his chest have healed, and there is only a shallow mark left on the edge!
"This..." Xu Qing breathed rapidly, and then suddenly looked at the purple crystal in his hand.