Chapter Seventy-Eight: The Wound of the Soul

Zhao Qian took Ling Changkong and others into the station, and then arranged everyone's residence, Ling Changkong was inconvenient to stay, and each returned to his residence, Zhao Qian only left Zhou Qingcheng, Zhao Yingying, Gu Wuyan and a few other people, it seemed that they wanted to discuss something.

On the other hand, Ling Changkong still came to his new residence, this place is not like the Qishan faction, the place where Ling Changkong lives is just a side room, fortunately, cultivators do not seek foreign things to enjoy, and Ling Changkong has also suffered a lot, so he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong, so he lives directly.

In this room, there was no quiet room, and Ling Changkong was also sitting cross-legged on the bed casually, but he didn't start cultivating, but Shen Shen came to Zhihai to find the blood droplet, and the conversation he had with the blood drop just now was not over.

"Blood drops, before you said that the Qishan faction may be related to the Feng clan, so do you know the secret place of this western Dabi?"

As soon as he came to Zhihai, Ling Changkong asked at the blood droplet, what he was most concerned about was not the origin of the Qishan faction, or the matter of this western Dabi, after all, did the Qishan faction have anything to do with the Feng clan, and he didn't care about it!

"It's not clear. Blood Droplet thought for a while, and then said: "I only heard it occasionally, it seems that this secret realm has been passed down from ancient times, and it seems to be related to this world, but these are not old things, and his meaning was still in a vague state at that time, and I don't know what it is." ”

"About this world? Is there another world outside of this world? Could it be that the fairy world that the blood droplets are talking about really exists?"

Ling Changkong shook his head, he really couldn't figure it out, and said: "Forget it, since you can't figure it out, it's better not to think about it, it's important to figure out what is in front of you first, what kind of big competition will it be in the western region, what kind of big competition will it be? How can you get out of the western state? Can't you go to the western state if you don't participate in the western competition?"

Ling Changkong still couldn't figure it out.

"Ling Changkong, if you're fine, I'm going to regain consciousness, although the recovery is very slow, but at least I can recover somewhat. Seeing that Ling Changkong had stopped speaking for a long time, Blood Drops said to Ling Changkong.

"Good. Ling Changkong nodded subconsciously, then Huo Ran raised his head and asked Blood Droplet, "Blood Drop, just now you said that you have recovered your consciousness, haven't you recovered your consciousness yet?"

"Well, it's only a small part of the recovery, so my memory will be broken. "The blood droplets didn't hide it from Ling Changkong.

"Then is there any elixir that can help you regain consciousness?" Ling Changkong asked again, the blood droplets were a little stronger, and it would also help him.

"My consciousness belongs to the Divine Soul level, if you can get the Divine Soul level elixir, it may be useful to me, but the grade must not be too low, otherwise it will not have any effect. ”

Seeing Ling Changkong ask like this, Blood Drops couldn't help but be slightly moved in his heart, although he knew that Ling Changkong had such strength and couldn't get any high-grade pills, he still didn't spoil Ling Changkong's mood.

Of course, the blood droplets don't know what kind of things are going on in this world, whether it will be easy to get the Divine Soul Pill, and there is also a hint of luck in it.

"Well, I made a note of it, and if I encounter it in the future, I will definitely help you get it. Ling Changkong nodded slightly, took the words of the blood drop in his heart, and then withdrew from Zhihai.

"Let's start cultivating now, after all, the secret realm is very dangerous, and there is more strength and more certainty of survival. ”

After Ling Changkong withdrew from the sea of knowledge, he did not wake up, but secretly said in his heart, then closed his eyes and breathed, pinched the trick with both hands, and one after another mysterious power surged towards him, and he had already begun to cultivate.

And outside, the already unstable Sword Casting City, due to the upcoming Western Competition, is even more unstable, especially the arrival of the Qishan Sect, which is one of the top ten sects, is like a boulder, falling into the surging sea, causing the sea to stir up a large number of waves.

As the master of Sword Casting City, the Sword Mansion was naturally the first to know about the arrival of the Qishan Sect, and the Sect Master of the Sword Mansion immediately came to visit in person.

And after the Sword Mansion, I knew that the arrival of the Qishan faction was not second only to the Xuanqing Gate of the Sword Mansion, but the sworn enemy of the Qishan faction, Yushan Sect, Yu Huang personally came to visit, at this time Yu Huang has returned to normal, it seems that the unhappiness on Qishan has never happened, and Zhao Qian talked for a long time, and then went back, just like a friend who has not seen him for a long time.

And after the Yushan Sect, there are still the ten major sects such as the Xuanqing Gate that have come to the Sword Casting City, and finally some small sects, but the sect masters of these sects came to visit the Qishan faction, but there is another meaning, after all, there is also an emperor among the sects, and the Qishan faction is no longer the era of the two emperors, and it is understandable that they want to replace the Qishan faction.

However, how could Zhao Qian make them proud? Accompanying these people to talk and laugh without smiling was even worse than dealing with Yushan Sect.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Ling Changkong, since they came to this Qishan station, they have not come out, they have been nesting in their rooms, except for retreat cultivation, they are still retreat cultivation.

Halfway through, Zhao Yingying came once and explained some matters to Ling Changkong about the Western Dabi, and left in a hurry, after all, not only did Ling Changkong want to increase her strength, but Zhao Yingying was only now Xuanling Sevenfold, and she was also eager to increase her strength.

Time is a dog, the white horse flies, in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed, and now not only the ten major sects have arrived, but even some other small sects have also arrived, and even some scattered cultivators have gathered.

Sword Casting City, because of this western competition, is finally lively.

On this day, a ray of sunlight shone through the window into the house, and the face of a young man was a clean and delicate face, with a warm smile on the corner of his mouth, and a slight childishness, but more perseverance.

At a certain moment, the closed eyes suddenly opened, and a light burst out, but then a hundred years were retracted again, revealing those dark eyes, a little deep, this person is Ling Changkong.

"Whew, it's been ten days, and the people who participated in the Western Contest must have almost arrived, and it's time for me to go out and have a look, since I've been here, and I've seen it in the real sense, and I don't know what kind of place this Sword Casting City is. ”

With a long breath of turbidity, Ling Changkong's eyes flickered slightly, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he muttered to himself. Then he stood up, stretched, moved his muscles, and walked out of the room.

At this time, the sun was shining, Ling Changkong held the token of the Qishan sect disciple, and walked out of the station without any hindrance, and immediately laughed, and said secretly: "Drink, there are so many people, more than twice as many as when they came!"

They came to Sword Forge City ten days ago, and it can still be called "lively", but now, I am afraid that there is only the word "crowded" to describe.

"It seems that the attraction of this western Dabi is not small, let's go, find out about the news of Western Dabi. Ling Changkong smiled freely and walked away through the crowd.

This book is derived from reading books