Concubine Cultivation Records

Chapter 88
Qin Rongqian got up and went to Wanfa Pavilion in Green Banyan Valley, and after chatting with the book-swallowing beetle inside who obviously ate books every day, but only regarded books as food, and his mind was not very bright.

Finally, relying on the seal of the head of the sect, Qin Rongqian exchanged this "Blood Yuqimu Method", and Qin Rongqian drove the flying crane back to the cave at the first time, and opened the retreat again.

For some reason, when she first saw the "Blood Yu Qimu Method", this spell only aroused her a little interest.

But the more time passed, when she recalled it, the more she wanted this spell.

For some reason, she suddenly realized something was wrong, but at this moment, those hands moved the jade slip of "Blood Imperial Deed Wood Method" more swiftly towards the center of her forehead.

This jade slip is quite old, and the original emerald green color is slightly yellowed.

But when the jade slip touched the girl's forehead, the spiritual consciousness flowed into it, and it still played its due role.

In an instant, part of Qin Rongqian's consciousness was caught in the images left by the person who made the jade slips.

Actually, is it an image?

This yellow-rank spell is really extraordinary, and the things left in this jade slip are more precious than she imagined.

Otherwise, how could ordinary spells be engraved into images in the jade slips?
Or rather, a lingering memory.

As soon as his consciousness entered the jade slip, Qin Rongqian opened his eyes and found that he had come to a monster battlefield.

She just stood there, her body seemed to be nothing, and all around her were monsters of different shapes.

Some of them have huge bodies and sharp teeth, some are covered with scales, and some have a pair of long horns.

Others have wings on their backs, soaring in the sky, just making a cry from their throats, which can make the monk's mind flustered, and his seven holes bleed.

Others were so tiny that they looked like a group of lavender butterflies, but when this group of butterflies flew across the battlefield around a dark purple butterfly.

The cultivators below were all bruised and turned into a pool of pus and blood, which was poured into the soil.

But the gurgling blood flowed into the soil, and for a while, it still couldn't penetrate the ground.

Because the ground has long been soaked and soaked by that blood, whether it is the blood of the human race or the blood of the monster race, they are all mixed together, dyeing this land into an ominous crimson color.

Qin Rongqian stood there like this, her pink lips parted slightly, and for a moment, she was overwhelmed by this extremely cruel scene.

Those things that she knew in the family classics and had been understated between the lines, when they really came into view, still shocked her heart and frightened her.

Here is the battlefield of the monster race, a meat grinding ground in front of the peace of the human race.

This is why the human race's rear is always safe and sound, and the low-level monks have time to accept tasks, go to various mortal realms, deal with monsters, and then make themselves grow.

Because right here, at the border of the human race, the never-ending beast tide begins here, and countless monks guard the peace of the human race here.

In the memory she inherited from Qin Rongqian in her previous life, there is no memory of the Yaozu battlefield.

It is because Qin Rongqian at that time, even though he was already a high-level monk who established the foundation, should be able to come to this battlefield and contribute to the human race.

However, the monster race battlefield is not the same as the regional environment within the human race.

On this battlefield, even evil cultivators can be treated fairly. Here, human races are not allowed to fight each other, and all energy can only be put on monsters.

All the power is used to kill the monster, even the most famous demon cultivator, as long as he kills the monster here, no other monks will harm it.

Unless the demon cultivator himself is practicing the method of destroying humanity, then he will be directly forced into the army of monsters by human monks and die of exhaustion when he comes here.

And Qin Rongqian's value to the human race is her extremely talented spiritual root, the single wood spiritual root, such a talent, after serious cultivation in the rear of the human race, she will definitely reach the golden core stage.

Even though the wood-type spiritual root is not outstanding in terms of attack, it is still a Jindan real person. Even a Jindan real person with the weakest attack is much stronger than a foundation-establishing monk.

Moreover, the wood-type spiritual roots are not without advantages. The wood-type spiritual roots are superior in their endless supply and vitality.

Even going to the battlefield with other Jindan monks and using their own spiritual power to support monks of other attributes in the rear will bring far more benefits than a foundation-building monk.

But on such a cruel battlefield, there was a group of people who attracted Qin Rongqian's attention.

It was a tall and straight male cultivator in a dark blue robe.

Just standing there, that person makes people feel gentle and refined, and makes people feel good. He seems to be a very good person.

However, that person's face was blurred, and she couldn't see it clearly, or in other words, she forgot it once she saw it, so she couldn't imprint it in her mind.

Qin Rongqian looked at him, and a name suddenly flashed across his mind, Jiu Musheng.

That male cultivator is Jiu Musheng, the cultivator who created the "Blood Yuqimu Method", and the one who made this jade slip.

When she was staring at Jiu Musheng seriously, the monk in the dark blue robe suddenly turned around and looked in her direction.

Only then did Qing Rongqian clearly see that the male cultivator's eyes had a pair of emerald green pupils.

It's so vibrant and breathtaking.

That person seemed to be casually looking towards Qin Rongqian, but in an instant, her heartbeat stopped, and a dangerous feeling like suffocation in the deep sea flowed into her soul.

It was a creepy breath that she had never experienced before, lingering in her consciousness, making her tremble.

It was a very special kind of wood-type spiritual power that lingered in this world.

She felt a call, a call of hunger, she closed her eyes and extended her consciousness.

I saw that wood-type spiritual power turned into one seed after another, and in her perception, with a joyful gesture, it quietly crawled into those monsters from the mouth, nose and ears. the body of the beast.

For some reason, at this moment, her divine sense could clearly see those strange seeds through the flesh and blood of these monsters.

Those seeds were like ignorant Eldar with their minds turned on, which made her clearly perceive the emotions above them.

That feeling is like the appetite of a beast after finding high-quality food when it is foraging.

It made her feel cold all over.

(End of this chapter)