Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 69
It was pitch black all around, but with Shen Qing's current cultivation level, there was no difference between night and day.

Now that the vines were hanging on the mountain wall at the entrance of the cave, she could see the whole picture of the red blood vine more clearly.

The criss-crossing vines are overlapping, nearly forty feet long, thick near the wrist, the leaves are cold and shiny, like gold and iron, and the edges are as sharp as knives.

The third-order spirit demon no longer needs to absorb nutrients from the earth, and its roots can move away from the earth for a short time.

The red blood vine has been transforming into a demon for at least seven or eight years, or even longer, and its intelligence has grown to a certain extent. It regarded Shen Qing as its prey, and even thought of cutting off its retreat, catching a turtle in its urn, obviously intending to keep her in the Here, it becomes nourishment.

But it's a pity, after all, it's not long before the transformation, and the idea is too simple.

Shen Qing took a step back, jumped straight into the big pit behind him, retrieved the half of the spear blade that had been left here before, and then threw himself in front of the little remaining spiritual spring, swallowing.

The red blood vine took the initiative to leave the vicinity of Lingquan, but it gave her a chance and saved a lot of trouble.

The sundial started to run again, the illusory stars in the dantian were shining brightly, and the cultivation base that had just stabilized in the Yuan Condensation Realm began to skyrocket again.

Seeing Shen Qing's sudden movement, the Crimson Blood Vine obviously didn't react, and from its simple wisdom, it was impossible to predict Shen Qing's movement at all.

Seeing Shen Qing drink up the remaining spirit spring in a few sips, there was a piercing scream in the cave.

woo-

The vines danced wildly, like long whips making piercing explosions in the air.

In an instant, Shen Qing's spine felt a slight chill, and he felt the purest murderous intent, with an aggressive edge.

It's just that the vines, which were irresistible before, have greatly weakened the threat in her eyes.

Shen Qing clenched the spear blade tightly in his hand, his true energy surged slightly, and a light of more than two feet popped out from the edge of the blade, like a long knife.

The reason why the god iron is called the god iron is because the warrior's true qi can generate a certain increase after flowing through the god iron, which can increase the warrior's combat power to the maximum extent, which can be met but not sought.

puff--

The light of the sword streaked across the void, making an ear-piercing whisper, the blade infused with true energy, the sharpness was astonishing, and the vines, which were hard to hurt by the sword, were broken at the touch of a sword, and scattered down one after another.

The hissing like a long insect echoed in the cave, and the vines shrank sharply, shrinking towards a corner of the cave.

With spiritual wisdom, one would be afraid of death, seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Just after suffering some losses, this red blood vine immediately prepared to flee, and had no intention of fighting Shen Qing at all.

It wanted to run away, but Shen Qing didn't intend to let it go.

I don't know how long this red blood vine has been entrenched in this place. I'm afraid that the essence of the spirit spring will be absorbed into its body, and it would be a great loss to let it slip away in vain.

But in the blink of an eye, the vines drilled into the mountain wall, relying on the sharp blade-like vine leaves, breaking rocks and digging the soil, they drilled into more than ten feet in the blink of an eye.

Shen Qing raised his hand and slashed into the rock wall with a knife light. The solid rock wall was broken like tofu, and the whole mountain was shaking.

Holding his breath, ignoring the smoke and dust in the sky, Shen Qing strode forward in pursuit, all the way deep into the mountain, and cut down more than ten feet of vines again.

After all, it was a spirit demon with low spiritual intelligence. If the Crimson Blood Vine had been smarter and blocked Shen Qing's back when she entered the cave for the first time, the ending might not be what it is now.

After chasing a cup of tea, the front was suddenly empty. Shen Qing stepped on the dust and looked around, showing a strange look.

In front of him was a grotto, which looked not far from where Wen Tianfeng was retreating. There were more than a hundred night pearls inlaid on the top, and in front of the stone platform not far away, sat a dead bone wearing a Taoist robe.

The red blood vine has disappeared.

There are several wooden shelves scattered in the cave, on which are scattered bottles, jars, odd-shaped utensils, and some bamboo slips and classics, just like a cave for cultivation.

Turning around the grotto, Shen Qing thought for a while before realizing something was wrong.

The red blood vine drilled all the way down. This place is hundreds of feet underground, and there is no way around. It is more like a mausoleum than a cave.

This dead bone did not know what method was used to open up such a place in such a deep underground, without leaving any way in and out.

Thinking of this, Shen Qing didn't get close to the dead bone, wrapped his whole body with real energy, and began to examine the grotto carefully.

If it's a mausoleum, obviously you don't want people to disturb it, maybe there will be hidden traps, so be careful and there is no big mistake.

After careful inspection for a long while, Shen Qing finally relaxed and approached those wooden frames.

Opening those bottles and jars one by one, without exception, there was only dust left, and those strangely shaped utensils did not have any aura response, obviously lost their original function with the passage of time.

Only those bamboo slips and books have been preserved.

After rolling his eyes a few times, Shen Qing suddenly became interested, and his eyes brightened slightly.

"Summary of Spirit Talismans", "General Outline of Entraining Qi", "Detailed Explanation of Gathering Spirit Formation", "Bai Dan Jing", "Introduction to Pang's Metallurgy and Casting Method", "Sacrificial Rituals"...

These bamboo slips and books mostly recorded the skills of the practice path, and it was obvious that the dead bone had studied a lot during his lifetime.

Although most of the contents are no longer applicable to today's era, they are also comprehensible and have given Shen Qing a lot of inspiration.

Simply because he had enough time, Shen Qing dragged all the cut-off red blood vines into the cave, and began to take the red blood vines while reading these classics.

The bark of the red blood vine is like gold and iron, but the inner stem is extremely soft, glutinous and sweet, full of surging aura, which is even better than the effect of Lingquan.

Taking it directly like this is undoubtedly a waste of money, and if you find an alchemist to make a move, you will undoubtedly be able to refine several batches of treasure pills.

It's a pity that after detaching from the red blood vine body, the aura of these vines disappeared very quickly, it would be too wasteful not to eat them as soon as possible, and there was no time left to find alchemists for alchemy at the end of the secret realm.

The red blood vines, tens of feet long, all entered Shen Qing's stomach, and as the sundial turned, it turned into surging true energy.

In this way, while reading the classics, Shen Qing's cultivation level took another step forward, and entered the middle stage of Yuan Condensation Realm. With the advancement of time, the growth of cultivation level came naturally.

Counting the previous retreat on Jiutian Mountain, Shen Qing's bone age is nearly 70 years old. It is really not fast to enter the third realm at this age. In terms of the big summer list alone, there have been people in their forties who have appeared before. Martial arts great master, Shen Lie is one of them.

In ancient times, there were even terrifying freaks who opened up the divine treasure in their bodies in their twenties, and even unified their spirits and souls.

In any era, there is no shortage of arrogance and evildoers, but under the scouring of time, they have all passed away and turned into dust.

It has been several days in a blink of an eye.

After reading through all the classics, Shen Qing put all his things back in place and prepared to leave the mausoleum.

"disturb."

Shen Qing walked up to the dry bones, bowed his head in a salute, and when he raised his head, his eyes were fixed.

On the dry and frizzy finger bones, a light blue ring was shining, still full of aura.

(End of this chapter)