brother of time travel

Chapter 33 Kuroshio

At night, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse.The sound of the flute could be heard faintly from the sky, He Yunqing meditated in the room for a while, then opened the door, allowing her body to stretch freely.His mood gradually returned to calm, he raised his head to look at the moon above his head for a while, his eyes stopped on the sassa grass for a while, and then turned back.

He Yunqing suddenly noticed someone approaching in the middle of the night.The room was dark and gloomy, and the formation quickly returned to calm after a slight fluctuation. When He Yunqing reacted, the man had already occupied the other side of the pillow at some point, and his arm was resting on He Yunqing's waist without hesitation.Although Minghui didn't say a word, He Yunqing could feel that Minghui's emotions seemed to be on the verge of eruption at this moment, and it only needed a little medium to completely erupt.

but none.After a long time, He Yunqing felt that this person's mood gradually calmed down.

A strange feeling slipped through his heart, He Yunqing closed his eyes, and after a while, let out a slight snoring sound.

In the darkness, the corner of the lips of the person beside him curled into a smile, his arms were slightly clenched, and he let out a satisfied sigh from his throat, and gradually fell asleep.

When He Yunqing woke up, Minghui had disappeared.He withdrew the formation, and just took two steps outside when he felt a faint wave of spiritual power flashing outside the door.After searching for a long time, He Yunqing finally found a messenger symbol in the sassa bushes in the courtyard: If you are bored, let the maid take you to the Library Pavilion.

The Zangshu Pavilion is not far from here, and there are several cultivation formulas in it, all of which are treasures left by the kings of the Demon Race.On the second floor, countless magic formulas dreamed of by Jindan stage monks are arranged in order, each of which is a treasure that can leapfrog challenges and greatly enhance the strength of monks.He Yunqing skipped the sword repair and ax repair and the water and wood system's formulas, and went straight to the sword repair method.The Fengyun Jue he has been practicing has not been able to keep up with the growth rate of his cultivation base, He Yunqing does have the willingness to change to another sword jue.

Heavy Sword Jue, Hidden Sword Jue, Bafang Sword Jue... Every time He Yunqing came across a book of Sword Jue, he would stop and read it carefully.Although these sword formulas may not all be suitable for me, but one kind of sword has a long history, and the sword formulas that can be handed down to this day must have their existence value, and they also have many things in common.After reading all the books, it was already one evening. At the end, He Yunqing picked out a Fierce Wind Sword Jue. This Jian Jue was in line with the way of the sword that He Yunqing had been practicing for a long time, but Dan was stronger than the Fengyun Sword Jue in terms of speed and pressure. several times.

Ever since He Yunqing learned swordsmanship, he has never read the secrets of swordsmanship in the world so heartily as today.At that moment, he set up a formation in the Library Pavilion, locked himself in it, and quietly recollected today's realization.

Countless sword qi swirled, arranged, and danced in his mind. In the end, these swords only turned into a sword light and flew into the depths of He Yunqing's sea of ​​consciousness.He Yunqing understood that her sword intent had strengthened again.This time is different from the sudden enlightenment under the sword peak that day, the sword did not pour into He Yunqing's sword way with shocking power, but through his own identification, comprehension, and finally found the sword energy he really needed.

He Yunqing's cultivation has climbed to the peak of the middle stage of foundation establishment in an instant.

He finally understood why monks in this world always regard the matter of epiphany as extremely sacred.Just one epiphany can be worth months or even years of painstaking practice. After the epiphany, the previous confusion suddenly becomes clear, like seeing the sun through the clouds, and the speed of cultivation is much faster than usual.

Minghui's figure appeared outside the door at some unknown time.Seeing the tangled expression on He Yunqing's usually expressionless face, he smiled slightly, and left quietly without disturbing him any more.

He Yunqing stayed in the Zangshu Pavilion for several days, until his understanding of the sword intent deepened, he unlocked the formation and exited the second floor of the Zangshu Pavilion.

Suddenly, He Yunqing stopped in his tracks.

In the next second, a copy of "Shenwu Zhi" lay quietly in his palm.Turning to the first page, it is the golden jade brewed by the second-level monster king Golden Eyed Bee. Just one drop can restore a seriously injured monk to the original state; In the sea area, the flowers are so masculine and vigorous, and they are surrounded by eight-level monsters, smoke lions and beasts, so even the monks in the Nascent Soul stage dare not set foot in it easily.He Yunqing didn't look carefully, but continued to flip down. When he reached the fifth page, his fingers paused.

Taking out the black bead obtained from Minghui from the storage ring, He Yunqing read the description on the picture word by word, and finally understood what the black bead was.Originally, He Yunqing thought it was just an ordinary anti-drug bead, but after reading the records in this book, he realized that this black bead was produced by a thousand-year-old clam monster in the seabed of the Northern Territory, and it took seven to seven forty-nine turns to form a black bead.It can not only resist all kinds of poisons, but also clear mind, so that monks will not be bewitched by foreign objects. "Shenwuzhi" records that there are only five black beads left in the world, and they are all in the hands of those who have escaped the world. It has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years.

He Yunqing was still expressionless, only the movement of slightly pursing his lips revealed a trace of his emotions.

Continue to turn to the next page, but He Yunqing frowned slightly.

There is also a black bead on the sixth page, its appearance is plain, even a little lifeless, far less pure and translucent than that black clam bead.He Yunqing remembered that there was indeed such a black bead in his storage ring, and he bought it from a monk in the market in Dancheng that day. At that time, he only noticed the faint fluctuation of spiritual power on the black bead, but I really don't know what this black bead is and what effect it has.

"This bead is called the Rongling Bead. It is made by the ancient powers who absorbed the salvia fruit of the world and fused it with chalcedony. A monk injects his own spiritual energy into the bead, and holds the Rongling Bead to practice, and he can gain ten times the spiritual power."

He Yunqing's pupils shrank.

If what is said in "Shenwuzhi" is true, and the black bead in his storage ring is really the fusion spirit bead, then He Yunqing can be said to have picked up a treasure that even monks in the transformation stage covet.Before fighting against others, if one-tenth of the spiritual energy is injected into it, even if the spiritual power is depleted, it can be recovered immediately. When encountering a strong opponent, not to mention defeat, it is just dry consumption. He Yunqing is also confident enough to consume the opponent. die.

When he returned to the pavilion, it had been a week since he entered the library pavilion.

As soon as He Yunqing entered the courtyard, he saw a man with black hair in a long robe, stroking a dark green jade flute with his fingers, and a red pendant pinned to his waist. Even though his complexion was a little pale, this man's whole body showed a domineering arrogance , there is always a mocking look in the long and narrow eyes, but when he is serious, the eyes of this person are enough to make everyone in the world addicted.

He Yunqing found that he always seemed to subconsciously ignore Minghui's identity as the demon lord and his powerful coercion. In fact, the real Minghui was like that.After three years, he was not the weak young man back then, and Ming Hui was not the Moxiu who was imprisoned by Zijin Tie but saved by his blood that day.

And why he was angry, maybe it was just that he didn't want to see the cold-hearted Moxiu suddenly change his style.

Seeing He Yunqing standing at the door, Minghui put away his jade flute and waved to him.

He Yunqing hesitated for a moment, but still walked over.

Although he hesitated for a very short time, whoever Minghui was, he was extremely sensitive and still noticed He Yunqing's faint refusal, a complex look flashed in his eyes, but he quickly returned to his usual appearance.

Without waiting for Minghui to speak, He Yunqing said first, "I'm sorry about what happened that day."

Minghui smiled: "I was too impatient, but believe it or not, I am serious."

Seeing that He Yunqing hadn't uttered a word for a long time, Minghui said: "How is your cultivation in Zangshu Pavilion? I see that your cultivation is already at the peak of Jindan mid-stage, and it shouldn't be far from the late stage!"

He Yunqing was surprised: "Can you see my cultivation?"

"He Yunqing, you have always underestimated me." Minghui stretched out his finger and gently tapped He Yunqing's forehead, not feeling that this gesture was too intimate, "If you can't even see your cultivation base, why should I be such a demon?" The lord of the family? Speaking of which, the "Yun Yin Jue" you practiced has some relationship with me. When I was young, the monk who created this "Yun Yin Jue" also talked with me about wine..."

There was a look of nostalgia on Minghui's face, and he seemed to come back to his senses after a long time, and reminded: "I don't know where you got the "Yun Yin Jue", but it's better not to show it in front of high-ranking monks in the future. Those ancient great clans are most taboo about inheriting and leaking out."

He Yunqing nodded.

Seeing his serious expression, Minghui couldn't help showing a hint of a smile: "I mean, don't show it in front of the monks of the transformation stage. If a monk like Mingze is in the Nascent Soul stage, he won't be able to notice it even after a hundred years. of."

"Ah."

The two chatted casually for a few more words. Suddenly, there was a rumbling thunder from somewhere in the sky. The thunder became louder and louder, and half of the sky seemed to suddenly darken.

Minghui's complexion changed, he said goodbye to He Yunqing, then flew up and disappeared from He Yunqing's sight in an instant.

On the other side of the sky, the blackness is getting thicker and thicker, as if covering the sky and the sun. There is a burst of red light in the blackness, and there is a strange color invisibly.The thunder became louder and louder, and there was an unspeakable oppressive atmosphere in the air. In the entire pavilion, wherever He Yunqing could see, the fresh flowers withered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the trees seemed to be dehydrated. Turned into rustling sawdust.

He Yunqing grabbed a flustered maid: "What happened?"

The servant girl was frightened at first, but after realizing that it was He Yunqing who caught her, she stopped struggling and explained to He Yunqing.Although her words were not fluent, He Yunqing still understood.

In the legend of the demons, there will be a black tide erosion every 4 years, and when this erosion comes, the entire demons will face unimaginable doom.

The flowers and plants withered, the aura scattered, and ordinary clansmen would die one after another.Most demon monks cannot live for tens of thousands of years, so many monks regard the records of the Kuroshio as legends left over from ancient times.No one ever thought that the Kuroshio would really come one day.

A trace of doubt flashed in He Yunqing's eyes, after thinking for a while, he let go of the panicked maid, rode the flying sword, and flew towards Minghui's direction.

Yes, He Yunqing could sense where Minghui was.

This damn blood essence, after his strength became stronger, brought more and more intense feelings about Minghui.Just like at this moment, when He Yunqing was stepping on the flying sword, all he had to do was concentrate and calmly follow the guidance of the blood essence, and he could sense Minghui's aura.

The black clouds rolling over the Demon Race became thicker and thicker, flying high above the sky, He Yunqing could even hear the cries and cries of the Demon Race civilians.

After flying for almost half an hour, he saw Minghui's figure in a secluded and solemn valley.The man was facing the valley, as if he was searching for something.Sensing someone approaching, Minghui's eyes flashed a stern light. Seeing that it was He Yunqing, he slowly put away his coercion and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Without waiting for He Yunqing to reply, he said again: "This is not the place you should come to, go back!"

With the arrival of He Yunqing, several monks gradually came to the valley.The weakest of them is also the strength of the late Nascent Soul, the astonishing coercion spreads to the surroundings, almost smashing the air in the valley.

Mingze was also there, standing at the outermost circle of this group of monks, he was obviously shocked when he saw He Yunqing, his red pupils showed a look of interest, and immediately turned his gaze into the valley.

The author has something to say: Thank you for your support~o(=∩ω∩=)m

So let's do another update tonight. This is the result of the author's deliberation, because the evening update will be resumed tomorrow, and the time interval between ten o'clock this morning and seven o'clock tomorrow night is too long.

The stupid author writes here and finds out that everyone is really too smart, it's a spoiler to the extreme. (>ρ<")

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