Qi poison is one of the saddest hurdles for poison martial artists.

Poison Dao martial artists extract poisonous substances to cultivate poison skills, although they have created powerful lethality and some strange abilities, but it is also because of this that the true qi is impure.

How to refine the toxic substances in the true qi is the complete transformation of the poisonous power mixed with the poisonous qi of toxicity and true qi, and turns it into pure true qi with poisonous attributes, which is the threshold that poison dao martial artists must face.

For example, Lin Qiuxuan, if he wants to reach the peak of the True Dan Realm and have the foundation of impacting the gods, he must refine the toxicity in the true qi and make the true qi pure and unique.

And after refining the poison, their poison is purely composed of true qi, don't call it qi poison.

Lin Qiuxuan's own martial arts have been integrated into the Blood Demon Sect's "Blood Soul True Solution", and the poison skills have changed dramatically, and the experience of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect in the past has helped him very little, and he has been feeling the stones to cross the river on how to refine his own toxicity.

"However, even if it is qi poison, with the realm of that white-haired Daoist, it should not completely fade away some of the drawbacks of corpse qi. Lin Qiuxuan muttered to himself.

Since ancient times, there have been many poisonous martial artists who have cultivated corpse poison, such as the Corpse Yin Hall of the Heavenly Demon Palace, which is completely the best among them. However, these corpse Dao martial artists also need to go to the Divine Realm to completely fade the characteristics related to corpses, like the situation of the white-haired Dao man, which can be said to be unique.

Therefore the Word must have secrets.

Lin Qiuxuan thinks so.

He didn't know that this corpse qi was completely simulated by Qing Yu with his own true qi, and he had not gone through the process of the poison dao martial artist first absorbing the toxicity, then fusing the toxicity, and refining the toxicity. According to Lin Qiuxuan's guess, the white-haired Taoist had some kind of poisonous dao magic skill, so he would have such a strange and exquisite poisonous skill.

For this kind of divine skill, what martial artist is not eager for it? Especially Lin Qiuxuan, who is in urgent need of refining poison now.

"Lin Kan, you take Lin Feng back to the door. Remember, don't reveal the news of the white-haired Taoist. After Lin Qiuxuan suppressed the fire poison in Lin Feng's body, he commanded.

Lin Kan and Lin Feng are his henchmen, otherwise they would not have brought the credit of seriously injuring Xuanqi and sharing the profits.

It's just that Lin Qiuxuan didn't expect that after ten years of meditation in this mountain, Xuanqi, who rarely makes a move, would have such strength. As a result, the attack failed.

However, if you can find a way to refine your own toxicity, no matter how many successes and failures you make, you won't lose anything.

Lin Kan also knew Lin Qiuxuan's thirst, nodded slightly, and left with Lin Feng, who was still unconscious.

"The rest is the white-haired Taoist······" Lin Qiuxuan looked in the direction of the innocent view, his eyes flashed, and the indescribable calculation lingered in his heart.

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Naivety.

Xuan Zhen and Qing Yu returned to the temple and came to their master's and apprentice's room.

"I don't know if the Ten Thousand Poison Gate will attack again, Poor Dao and Senior Brother Xuanqi should leave as soon as possible. So, fellow Daoist, I'm sorry for you. ”

Looking at Qing Ling, who was sleeping peacefully, a trace of pity flashed in Xuan Zhen's eyes, a trace of apology, and then bowed to Qing Yu.

The pain of the past can sometimes become an obstacle to the present life, and for the sake of the apprentice's physical and mental health, Hyun Jin decided to seal her painful memories.

"It's just a gesture, and you don't have to thank you. ”

Qing Yu flashed Xuanzhen's etiquette sideways, walked to the window, and looked at the little Daogu who had a good master.

Xiaodao Gu Qingling was still sleeping soundly at this time, and it could be seen that she was deeply troubled by the nightmares of the past, so she would sleep until now after Qingyu recited the "Meditation Formula" for her to make her sleep peacefully.

In the future, she will always be able to sleep peacefully.

Raising her hand and pointing at the center of the sleeping Qing Ling's eyebrows, the invisible power of the mind invaded her mind, evoking painful memories of her past.

Qing Ling, who had been sleeping peacefully, frowned again, and her delicate little face was filled with pain and struggle.

What was supposed to be a peaceful sleep turned into a nightmare due to the reappearance of these memories.

In the city of Yang, I saw the young man who looked without spirit and had empty eyes die in his arms.

In Xixian City, several senior brothers were killed, Qingzhou and Chen Qinglin were captured, and senior brother Qingxu was seriously injured. That night, the blood-colored figure with a strange smile, the god-like Gongzi Yu, was also an unforgettable fear for Qing Ling.

Later, I heard that Qingxu and Chen Qinglin both died on the way to pursue Gongziyu, and those Zhenwumen disciples who encountered Gongziyu were the only ones who survived. This made this kind little Taoist girl feel a strong sense of survivor guilt in her heart.

'It's not a big deal······ Someone who had no intention in his heart muttered in his heart.

To be honest, if he were to be Qingyu, he would definitely not have any pain and guilt, and he would be able to live well, in fact, it would already be an extremely lucky thing in itself.

However, thinking that Qing Ling has lived in the True Martial Arts Sect carefree since he was a child, and has never tasted a little human suffering, it is natural to have this mentality.

After all, it is impossible for everyone to be like Qing Yu, a twenty-year-old with an old coin mentality of almost fifty years old in his body.

"Since it's so painful, forget about it over there······" As if whispering like an aria, the invisible power of the mind began to fade and modify these memories.

In Yangcheng, Xiao Daogu went down the mountain for the first time, eating, drinking and having fun, and when she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in the carriage back to Zhenwu Mountain. Qing Ling had some pity for the "Qing Yu" junior brother who died tragically, but he did not have the deep shock of dying in his arms.

And the memories of Xixian City quietly faded in Qing Ling's mind, gradually disappeared, and were sealed in a corner of her heart.

As long as it is not mentioned in the near future, this memory will only fade completely with the passage of time. Without the profundity of frequent memories, even if you think about it later, it will only be like losing something when you were a child, and even if you think about it now, you don't have such deep emotions.

After all, people are forgetful creatures, and the reason why they can't forget is that you keep thinking about it. As long as there is a long separation between these thoughts, the so-called forgetting is actually no different from forgetting.

With Qing Yu's actions, Qing Ling's frowning brows returned to smoothness, the pain and struggle on her face disappeared, and she could sleep peacefully again. Moreover, if there is no accident, this peace of mind will always be with her.

Qing Yu slowly withdrew his finger and smiled at Xuan Zhen, who was nervous on the side, "Fortunately, if you don't disgrace your life, you will be able to wake up from that nightmare in the future." ”

When Xuan Zhen heard this, he finally put his mind at ease.

The beloved apprentice had finally escaped from the nightmare of the past, and according to her observations, this Qingyu Daoist friend with the same name as the dead master and nephew had never used any means to steal his hands.

"Thank you, Qingyu Daoyou. Xuan Zhen saluted.