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For trialists who have passed the first level, they have a great degree of freedom, they can choose to leave at any time, or they can step in at any time and try to push open the door of the highest hall.
This time is half a year.
So after making an agreement with the captain, Xu Qing chose to return, waiting for the oil the captain said, and at the same time adapting to his own drug ban.
As for the captain, because his body was sealed deep in the lake, what appeared inside the gate was his body where his consciousness converged, so he left and could only stay here.
The captain didn't mind at all about this, he bit the totem of the red mother and continued to swallow like a mad dog, very happy.
Time passed like this, day by day.
The suppression of the Red Moon Temple was equally swift, the war continued to burn, and the resistance was still strong.
The fifth grandmother and the eighth grandfather have never come back since they disappeared, and at the same time, the prince and Princess Mingmei have also gone out many times, not knowing what they are busy with.
So the small pharmacy was less lively than before, but Wu Jianwu was still keen on reciting poetry, Ning Yan still wiped the floor every day, and Li Youbandi worked as a part-time guard.
Although they paid attention to the prince and others often going out, they did not dare to have any idea of escaping and maintaining the status quo.
As for Xu Qing, these days, he also frequently left the pharmacy to find a place to test his drug ban in the Kusheng Mountains.
At this moment, his figure shuttled through the mountains, all the way at an astonishing speed, even if he was tied to the sun and wore a hat like a trumpet on his head, for him, all this had long been accustomed to him.
Now he can do it under this amazing load, and everything is as usual.
Even faster than before, it turned into an afterimage between the mountains, and after a while, a valley appeared.
The rock walls of this valley are like honeycombs, with traces of corrosion.
There is still a breath of drug prohibition around it, so that when all living people get close, they will instinctively feel a life-and-death crisis, so they avoid it from a distance.
This is the place where Xu Qing experimented with his own drug ban.
After coming to this place, Xu Qing sensed it around and made sure it was in the way, so he sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to breathe.
After a stick of incense, as his eyes opened and closed, Xu Qing's eyes had turned black, he couldn't see his eyeballs, and there were no whites of his eyes, everything was black.
Even if someone is here, after paying attention, there will be a feeling of facing an abyss.
And wherever his eyes looked, corrosion appeared instantly, and the power of the poison prohibition exploded with a bang, and the foundation began to twist in all directions, and the hazy intention molded everything.
This scene was very similar to the sky god's face opening his eyes.
It's just that in terms of power, Xu Qing is much smaller here, but even so, it is still amazing.
It can be said that Xu Qing, who came to the Moon Sacrifice Domain, has grown up every moment, and now if he returns to Fenghai County, he will definitely shock all his former friends.
It's just that this growth is not without a price.
At this moment, Xu Qing's expression gradually became complicated, this was not the first time he had seen this place with a drug ban, but these days, every time he unfolded this magical power, waves would rise in his heart.
Xu Qing murmured in his heart, in his eyes, although the valley is still a valley, it is not the rocks that make up this place, but countless skeletons, which contain human and foreign races.
The whole world is made of bones, and the same is true for the ground.
The door of death is the only main theme here, and the gray wind in the distance, in Xu Qing's eyes, is also different.
It was a large snake's body, its sky opened its mouth wide, its breath was the source of this gray wind, and every time its body moved, scales would fall, turning into flying ashes, and wine would fall to the ground.
Further away, the world outside the desert can be vaguely seen, and it is snowing.
The red blood fell like goose feathers, but unfortunately, this scene, ninety-nine percent of the monks, was invisible.
"And the remnants of the sky."
Xu Qing raised his head silently, staring at the remnants of the gray wind and red snow, only ..... Open your eyes.
The place I saw was not here.
Different perspectives see different worlds, which one is real?
Xu Qing was silent, and after a long time, Qian Tou took out an experimental sand exhaust.
This scorpion was more than a foot long, and after being taken out by Xu Qing, it trembled there, not daring to resist or struggle, as if to it, and Xu Qing in front was a god.
In Xu Qing's eyes, the shape of this scorpion is also different from normal viewing, it is not a scorpion, but a dim light source, and even the form is constantly changing, like wriggling.
In the end, this light source was completely dimmed, turned into pitch black, and dissipated in Xu Qing's eyes.
If there are outsiders here, you can see scorpions... turned into blood.
After a long time, Xu Qing raised his hand and his eyes fell on his palm. It's still the palm of your hand. Only there were some dandelion-like velvet on it, densely covered, trying to absorb its flesh and blood.
There are even some that have penetrated into the flesh and blood and are spreading inward.
It should be in severe pain, but Xu Qing didn't feel anything.
He knows what it is.
Heterogeneous....
Xu Qing murmured, Xu Qing knew the heterogeneity of this world from the moment he was born, and after contacting the practice, he understood it even more.
It's just that many times, with the improvement of cultivation, as they gradually break away from the mundane, the pain caused by heterogeneity seems to have been unconsciously not paid attention to.
And the alienation brought about by cultivation seemed to be getting less and less. But Xu Qing understood that this was caused by the difference in levels, in fact, the torture of heterogeneity on the mundane still existed, such as the curse of the Great Domain of the Moon Sacrifice, which was one of them.
He knew very well that he couldn't think that heterogeneity was nothing terrible just because his shadow could devour aliens.
As it appeared, he sensed the alien again.
"Heterogeneous, alive..."
Xu Qu's mind spread and he sensed the world again.
The giant snake in the sky was transformed by the god who traded with the captain, including this wind.
The red snow on the sky is the heterogeneity of the Red Mother.
The velvet on the palm is a heterogeneous substance that has escaped from here, and its origin is unknown.
If you think about other places, there will be more heterogeneity, and the same is true for the types.
Heterogeneity, not one.
My drug prohibition is actually a heterogeneous thing in nature.
So before, drug prohibition was harmful to all people, but now what I see is clearer... It invades everything.
Xu Qing's eyes flashed, and suddenly the velvet in his hand trembled in an instant, and after they all turned black, they fell off, revealing Xu Qing's skin.
On the skin, you can see a black grimace covering the original fluff.
Evil, cold, death, unknown, are all the breath of this grimace.
This is the drug ban in the eyes of the gods.
It can be one grimace or several grimaces, and each one is heterogeneous and can grow on its own under Xu Qing's gaze.
For all persons that are inferior to its existence, this... It is a curse.
When Xu Qing closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them again, he looked at his own shadow.
The shadow trembled, revealing the fluctuation of flattery.
Xu Qing's expression was a little strange, this was not the first time he had seen the shadow with the eyes of drug prohibition, and every time... It's actually different.
Looking at it now, it has changed again, turning into a back. This back is tall and majestic, giving people a sense of explosion of power, and at the same time it has some ferocity and domineering, and the momentum is like a rainbow.
But in the next moment, it changed again, turning into a ball of ink, flowing around Xu Qing, half a sound, Xu Qing retracted his gaze.
So, what does the heterogeneity of the residual face look like?
Xu Qing suddenly had an urge, he wanted to feel what the heterogeneity of the residual face was.
But he also had a hunch that it was dangerous.
Xu thought for a moment, but still suppressed his curiosity, there are too many weirdness in this world, strong curiosity, often bringing great horror.
"Do you want to know the heterogeneity of the remnants of the gods?" The moment Xu Qing gave up, the prince's voice suddenly appeared, and his figure floated in mid-air, looking at Xu Qing.
She was Princess Mingmei.
I have met two seniors.
Xu Qing immediately clenched his fists and bowed.
Princess Mingmei nodded, looked at Xu Qing, and spoke calmly.
"If you want to see it, just take a look, so that you will know what you will face in the future."
When she said this, Princess Mingmei's eyes were deep.
Xu Qing's eyes flashed when he heard this, and after thinking about it, he didn't hesitate any longer, his body shook, and he rose directly from the valley and rushed into the sky.
Galloping all the way, constantly flying, constantly rising, until it flew out of the range of the big snake and flew out of the aftermath of the red snow, the moment he was at the top, he finally felt the heterogeneity of the remnant face.
"Hum Abija, Dotagado night, Gazaja, Dodi night..." A murmuring voice appeared in Xu Qing's consciousness, but it was not heard, but seen, which was not in line with common sense.
But Xu Qing was like this at this moment, and he didn't know why he was like this, but he was more sure that the sound did not come from his ears, it was indeed seen by his own eyes, and thus came to mind.
At first, this complex curse-like sound was only very slight, but gradually it became louder and louder, and finally set off a roar, Xu Qing's sea of consciousness was furious, repeating and echoing continuously.
Xu Qing's body trembled, there was a sense of overlap, and his soul was even more separated, as if it was torn, and the body and the surrounding void merged together, the holomodel lake.
A life-and-death crisis, pouring into Xu Qing's perception, he sank to the ground, and there were a lot of strange changes in his body at this moment, he clearly sensed that all his organs began to activate, and he sensed that his past appeared all around.
Those past memories seem to be coming out of the illusory picture and are about to become real.