Refining Qi starts from repairing the panel.

Chapter 261: Annihilation of the Yin-Yang Family
Martial arts originally require the absorption of blood and flesh for nourishment, but the Blood Dragon Subduing Technique undoubtedly makes use of the essence of blood and flesh to the extreme.

Song Lingxue's current physical strength has far exceeded the scope of ordinary martial arts practitioners.

She could vaguely sense that this magical power was far from reaching its limit. With the nourishment of large amounts of blood, flesh and essence, her bones were subtly transforming, and her martial arts practice was becoming smoother and smoother.

During this process, the accumulated blood evil became her strongest means of protecting herself and her life. It was unpredictable and capable of both offense and defense, far superior to any divine weapon or sharp blade.

With Song Lingxue's current cultivation level of the third realm of martial arts, an ordinary fourth-order alien species would not be able to last more than three rounds in front of her.

When she reaches the fourth realm of martial arts and concentrates her mind to stimulate the spiritual orifices in her body, she can even go a step further and try to compete with the fifth-level alien species.

The strongest alien species on this planet is only at the initial sixth level. Now, she still has nearly ten years to complete this blood test and join the Martial Hall. It is no longer a mirage.

After reading all the letters sent by Chu Zheng recently, Song Lingxue hesitated for a moment and then sent back a letter to report that she was safe.

The letter only said that she had been in seclusion for some time and did not mention anything else.

The endless fighting day and night brought an extremely heavy burden to her body, especially at the critical moment of life and death, the huge load brought by the blood rushing into her heart often made her feel a little breathless.

But she didn't want to tell Chu Zheng about this.

She only knew that Chu Zheng was now in the Ten Thousand Worlds, but she had no idea of ​​the specific situation, just as Chu Zheng did not understand her current situation.

We are so far away from each other in the sea of ​​stars that even if there is any trouble, it is out of reach. If we complain, it will only make the other party upset, which is meaningless.

"Wanjie..."

Song Lingxue stroked the jade book and murmured.

The Ten Thousand Realms are farther away than the Immortal Alliance, but very close to the heavens.

Considering their current identities and positions, if she wanted to meet Chu Zheng, going through the battlefield with all the heavens and worlds seemed to be the best option.

After a while, Song Lingxue shook her head and stopped thinking about it. After putting the jade book away properly, she left the volcano area directly.

She also has to seek more powerful alien flesh and blood to help her break through.

Initially, Xie Xingzhong told her that she had seventeen years, but she didn't want to wait that long.

The sooner she completes the blood test, the better her evaluation will be in the eyes of the higher-ups in the Martial Hall. This is related to the resources she will be able to obtain in the future.

This was the best she could get for herself.

The prerequisite for being cultivated is to let people see that you have the potential to blossom and bear fruit.

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Qingyun Realm.

Northeast region.

The sun was high in the sky, its radiance so bright and dazzling that it obscured the stars.

Between the continuous mountains, Chu Zheng sat cross-legged on the top of a peak. Not far in front of him stood a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Chu Zheng has already figured out the identity of this young man. He is He De's son, named He Yunjin.

Although he and He De are father and son, they are not disciples of the Three Prisons Sect. Instead, they are disciples of the Star Moon Sect, and practice the orthodox Yin-Yang scriptures and the Five Elements magic.

Father and son are blood relatives, but their paths of cultivation are so different, which is really against common sense.

He Yunjin lowered his head, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, and he was obviously very uneasy.

"You have done nothing evil, so I will not kill you today and will spare your life." After the Chu Zhengzheng weighed the pros and cons, he left this line of cause and effect.

"You won't kill me?"

He Yunjin suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of bloodshot, as if he was puzzled:

"Kill the father and spare the son, cut the grass but not remove the root, what's the meaning?"

Chu Zheng was puzzled by the boy's reaction. Instead of escaping at this moment, he stayed to ask such questions. Was he afraid that he would die too soon?

"My name is Chu Zheng. If you want to seek revenge, you can come to me anytime."

At this point, Chu Zheng paused and said, "However, you only have one chance. If you are not good enough in cultivation and skills when you seek revenge, I will send you to see your father."

After a moment of silence, Chu Zheng waved his hand nonchalantly: "Go ahead."

If it was before, in order to eliminate future troubles, he would not let He Yunjin go, but now, there is no need to do so.

In other words, he was somewhat expecting that He Yunjin could really grow to the point where he could become his destiny.

The disappearance of the thunder tribulation was not a good thing for him.

He practices two arts at the same time, so compared to ordinary Qi cultivators, his calamities are heavier and he needs some tempering to reduce his calamities.

Lay down some cause and effect lines, which may be used in the future.

The only thing he was worried about was that He Yunjin's cultivation speed would not be able to keep up with his.

This line of cause and effect may be broken at some point before it is even used.

He Yunjin said nothing more. He looked at Chu Zheng deeply, as if he wanted to engrave his appearance into his soul. After a while, he turned and left.

Chu Zheng closed his eyes and sensed the calamity energy surging around him. The killing calamity had already begun, and trouble would come within a day at most.

He should have come because of He De's death, but it is still unclear who he is.

After pondering for a moment, Chu Zheng suddenly stood up and tore open a space channel.

In just over ten breaths, he had already reached a million miles away and stopped in front of an ancient peak.

On the mountain wall, the two big characters "Three Prisons" are engraved, and below them are three totems, symbolizing the three prisons of human prison, hell, and heavenly prison.

The purpose of the Three Prisons Sect's practice is to break free from the three prisons and achieve transcendence. It is said that this is the true meaning of a certain Taoist sect passed down from ancient times.

However, since most of the scriptures have been lost, only a trace of their appearance remains, but none of their charm has been found.

There are pavilions and towers on the top of the peak, and there is a square not far away. Two black dragon-shaped pillars support a horizontal beam, which holds up a large bronze bell.

Behind the ancient peak is a man-made plain that is hundreds of miles long and wide and surrounded by magic arrays. It is the headquarters of a sect.

This is the Three Hell Gates.

As soon as he arrived, Chu Zheng smelled a fishy stench in the wind. On one side of the plain, there was a ranch, half hidden in the mountains. A large number of low-level alien species were raised there, which were obviously used as food for feeding the beast demons.

Although all the heavens and worlds are on the same front, alien species are still alien species after all. Feeding on humans and raising alien species are taboos in the Qingyun Realm and are not something that can be discussed openly.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made Chu Zheng feel a little uncomfortable.

He did not hide his figure, and soon a monk discovered his presence.

Two black-clothed disciples arrived with their weapons and asked:
"What brings you here, sir?"

The words were still polite.

"My name is Chu Zheng."

Chu Zheng relaxed his slightly frowned brows and grinned:
"I'm here today to destroy the whole family."

He didn't want to investigate whether the Three Hells Gates were related to his murder. In order to prevent more variables, he decided to go with the flow and wipe them out first.

This kind of Taoist tradition will only bring harm to the world if it is preserved. It is better to go with the flow and do something good.

The expressions of the two black-robed monks changed instantly. They did not choose to attack Chu Zheng, but turned around and fled, madly fleeing towards the depths of the sect.

Coming here alone, and still daring to speak so arrogantly, no matter whether this person has the ability to "annihilate the whole family", it is definitely not something that the two mountain guarding disciples can handle. Chu Zheng did not rush to take action, and watched the two return to the top of the ancient peak and rang the ancient bronze bell.

dong... dong... dong...

The bell rang nine times, and the lingering sound lasted for a long time.

From the relics of Elder Gu and a monk from the Three Hells Gate, Chu Zheng had some understanding of the Three Hells Gate.

The ninth ring of the bell means that the sect is in great trouble and there are foreign enemies.

If the gong rings twelve times, there will be disaster for the whole family.

Obviously, the two disciples still had doubts about Chu Zheng's strength.

The moment the bell rang, the magic circle covering the surroundings rose into the sky and condensed into a curtain of light, blocking Chu Zheng.

Chu Zheng's expression was calm, the nine orifices of the golden elixir in his body turned slightly, his Yuan Qi surged wildly, and he took a step forward, his body began to grow rapidly.

Great supernatural powers, the laws of heaven and earth.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Zheng's figure surpassed the ancient peak in front of the three prison gates. After a few breaths, the ancient peak was only up to his waist. The ancient peak, which was thousands of feet high, suddenly appeared somewhat exquisite.

As his body swelled rapidly, Chu Zheng's face changed slightly. It seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist, blurry and unclear, with the appearance of a ghost with a green face and fangs looming.

To imitate the Heaven and the Earth is to comprehend the mysteries of the Heaven and the Earth, to imitate the true nature of the Heaven and the Earth, to transform oneself into the Heaven, and to manifest a face that contains the majesty of Heaven.

This was a manifestation of his supernatural power, not just a simple change of body shape. Every moment, Chu Zheng's Qi was being drastically consumed, and in return the power he could control in his body increased by more than a hundred times.

Chu Zheng moved slightly, raised his hand and slapped it down, and a spider-web-like space crack appeared in the sky.

The huge palm swept across the void, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, bringing up a whistling wind like rumbling thunder, and landed heavily on the light curtain of the magic circle.

click -

The rising light curtain of the magic array did not last even a breath before it was shattered by a palm strike. The torn array patterns splashed everywhere, overflowing with brilliant colors.

As his palm approached the ancient peak, Chu Zheng stopped, his fingertips fell on the ancient bronze bell, and he flicked it lightly.

thump…

thump...

Boom!
The bell rang three times in succession, together with the previous nine, a total of twelve.

Until this moment, the people inside the Three Prisons seemed to have just reacted. Countless figures rushed into the sky, with more than ten alien species as the vanguard, and rushed towards Chu Zheng.

Among them, Chu Zheng also saw a divine horse that had just entered the sixth level. Behind its back, it had four wings, all pitch black, as if it was made of black iron. Its iron hooves stepped through the void, leaving behind pitch-black footprints with a terrifying momentum.

Looking at the many cultivators who were like a colony of ants, Chu Zheng felt calm and swept his palm across.

The sounds of wind and thunder arose again, and large areas of the void suddenly collapsed and were squeezed into pieces.

The pitch-black Pegasus that was charging forward was the first to be hit. Blood surged from its body, creating a burst of blood in the sky, and it was instantly crushed into a meat patty.

More than ten monks beside him were swept by the powerful energy of the palm print and exploded to death one after another.

After the palm strike, Chu Zheng was a little out of breath. After all, the Law of Heaven and Earth was a great supernatural power, and pushing it to the limit would cause great loss.

In just a dozen breaths, the vital energy in his golden elixir was almost exhausted, and without repairing the panel, he could not continue.

Chu Zheng's mind moved slightly, and the immortal power in his lower dantian flowed through his whole body, replacing the Yuanqi and maintaining his Dharma form.

Immortal power can now also activate the magical power of refining Qi. The integration of these two sects in Chu Zheng's body has been deepening day by day.

It was even worse after he entered the immortal calamity!
With the support of immortal power, Chu Zheng's breathing returned to normal. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked the ancient peak engraved with the Three Hells Totem.

boom--

The entire ancient peak rose from the ground and collided with many oncoming monks.

Puff puff--

A series of muffled sounds were heard, Gu Feng was covered in blood, and broken limbs and arms mixed with flesh and blood were splattered everywhere.

The ancient peak flew less than ten thousand feet before it crashed down with a loud bang. The mountain collapsed like the sky was collapsing, instantly crushing most of the base of the Three Prison Gates.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath, and a divine light appeared in his mouth. The next moment, the overwhelming Samadhi True Fire poured out from his throat.

The flames covered the sky, the brilliance of the sun was obscured, and the sky and earth were filled with three-colored spiritual light.

In a flash, the Samadhi True Fire burned all over the Three Prisons Sect’s base, including the pasture, leaving no one alive.

After a while, Chu Zheng took a deep breath and retracted the Samadhi True Fire. After a moment, he exhaled heavily.

The breeze blew across the sky and earth, and in an instant the spiritual energy between heaven and earth increased a hundredfold. After being cleansed by the Samadhi True Fire, the ancient peak gave birth to many spiritual herbs and immortal flowers.

Chu Zheng did not absorb the essence and energy transformed from these flesh and blood, but returned them to the heaven and earth.

This essence of Qi is impure and mixed with too much evil intent. It will pollute his golden elixir and dirty the pure air in the mouth of the Qi cultivator.

After his divine sense swept across the heaven and earth and confirmed that there were no survivors, Chu Zheng put away his Dharma image, swallowed a magic pill, and began to regulate his breathing.

Although there are still times for repairs, he needs to keep it in reserve for emergencies.

In a blink of an eye, it was already dusk, and Chu Zheng's vital energy and immortal power had recovered by about 80%.

After slowly finishing his practice, Chu Zheng prepared to leave.

"Stay."

Just as he was about to leave, a whisper came from the void and a figure walked out.

[He Yi (Level 6): An elder of the inner sect of Xingyue Sect, with a bone age of 542 years. He mainly studies the Yin-Yang Heavenly Scripture and supplements it with the cultivation tool.]

Chu Zheng retracted the light in his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

The art of nurturing a weapon is also a branch of the spiritual practice. It uses all of one's magic power and blood to nourish a weapon. Compared with the immortal's natal treasure, it is more extreme, as it puts everything on a weapon.

"Did you kill He De? Have you ever seen He Yunjin?"

He Yi did not beat around the bush and questioned in a cold voice. He was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe, and there was a surge of yin and yang energy in his pupils, and a mysterious look was looming.

Chu Zheng's eyes flickered slightly, and a hint of amusement arose in his heart.

The first sentence He Yi said when they met was not about his concern for He De, but about his nephew. The implication behind this made him think of many things.

Compared to He De, He Yunjin and He Yi look almost identical and more like father and son.

Thinking of the path that He Yunjin was practicing, Chu Zheng couldn't help but come up with some guesses.

"Answer me! What did you do to He Yunjin?!"

Seeing Chu Zheng remained silent, He Yi became a little impatient.

Chu Zheng did not answer his question, but smiled and asked:
"If it were you, would you not uproot the grass?"

Hearing this, a hint of disbelief emerged in He Yi's expression, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

"He didn't practice evil ways, his heart is pure and kind, why do you want to kill him?!"

The next moment, his expression became distorted, and the yin and yang energy around him surged, transforming into five-colored mysterious light, and attacked Chu Zheng directly:

"Give back my son's life!"

(End of this chapter)