Based on Gu Qiutong's usual temperament, he would not be so coquettish and would speak out directly if he had anything to say.

It was only after this period of getting along that her views on peace and happiness had undergone some subtle changes, so she hesitated and wandered around.

"ha--"

Next to the small building, a yawn suddenly came out.

The black panther transformed by Lao Mo was crawling in the shadows, looking at Gu Qiutong in boredom.

"Fellow ancient Taoist, do you want to find the master?"

Gu Qiutong discovered Lao Mo's existence and knew that her actions just now were seen by him. His face instantly turned red: "So you are here!"

Lao Mo tilted his leopard head, confused: "I've always been here..."

boom!

Gu Qiutong slapped Lao Mo on the back, and his beautiful eyes widened in shame and anger: "I have never been here, nor do I want to find fellow Taoist An, nor do I want to help him heal. Do you understand?"

Lao Mo trembled all over and responded hurriedly: "I understand! I understand!"

After saying that, Gu Qiutong turned around and left.

"Hiss...it hurts. This girl's hands are too strong."

After she left, Lao Mo took a deep breath, spit out two tentacles from his mouth, and gently rubbed the area where he had been patted.

"Hmph, can't I see your little thoughts?"

Lao Mo looked at Gu Qiutong's leaving figure and murmured in his heart: "It's a pity..."

****

Inside the small building.

Anle's brows were furrowed, and his mood was unusually solemn.

I want to calm down and practice, but the spiritual power in my Dantian cannot be as calm and obedient as usual, and is restless as if it has its own thoughts.

My mind is confused and my spiritual energy is slow.

He sighed and called softly in his heart.

"Xiao Xiaohong?"

Next to An Le, the woman in red who used to respond to his calls did not appear in front of him.

After the so-called "Sen Luo Soul Ritual" ended, he immediately noticed this change.

At that time, Anle searched all over but could not find any trace of Xiao Xiaohong. Fortunately, the "Hong Yi's Greed" on the panel was still there.

Anle guessed in her mind: 'She probably... fell into a deep sleep temporarily?'

‘It should be related to [Dahuang’s gaze].’

Speaking of this entry, the comments on the panel are extremely brief.

【Dahuang, is watching you.】

He is clueless and looks very like a Riddler.

The secret power that descended on the altar has not yet fully shown its effect on Anle. Only the Dantian in the heart, with the demonic power as its core, has become significantly stronger. During the operation of the spiritual power, a part of the demonic power will be generated independently.

The amount is not large, but at least it has increased, which means that the demonic energy can be continuously replenished.

Some of the secret power may have acted on Xiao Xiaohong's body, causing her to fall into this dormant state.

Not to mention, although Xiao Xiaohong's presence is not very high on weekdays, and sometimes she even subconsciously ignores her, but now, Anle can't see that bright red dress, and she feels a little uncomfortable, and her heart feels empty, as if

Something is missing.

Maybe men are like this, they only know how to cherish something after losing it.

"call……"

Anle exhaled a breath of turbid air, relaxed his mood, and tried to enter concentration.

This time, he succeeded.

The nebulae in the two Dantians rotate like two vortexes, gradually accelerating, pulling the surrounding spiritual energy to converge into the body.

The concentration of spiritual energy was so high that it almost formed an overflowing stream of light around Anle.

Somewhere along the way, his spiritual consciousness seemed to be connected with the stars outside this space and above the sky.

This is one of the most remarkable features of Xingji Xuyuan Gong.

It's just that some time ago, the ruins space was too stable, blocking this bond.

Anle felt that a heavy, hot substance was being instilled into his body through this link, silently transforming the attributes of his spiritual power.

****

The unusual fluctuations spread, shocking many monks near the camp.

"What's going on!? An enemy is coming?"

The casual cultivator who joined later asked in fear.

These people managed to survive, but now they are like frightened birds. The slightest movement will frighten them.

"Haha, don't worry, it's just the ghost-faced man practicing."

Bai Xianyou smiled kindly and explained.

"Cultivation, practice?"

Some people opened their mouths and stared blankly in the direction of the small building.

There, two substantial spiritual energy hurricanes rotated at high speed, absorbing the nearby spiritual energy, and then continuously poured into the core.

The most miraculous thing is that it somehow has star-like light spots, flowing and rotating together with the spiritual power. It looks extremely magnificent. Under the gray sky, it is even more difficult to take away your eyes.

You don't need to get close to feel the wonder and awe of looking directly at the stars.

And this is actually just a monk practicing?

"This is too exaggerated..."

Someone murmured, expressing the thoughts of many people.

Hu Chunsheng said softly: "As expected of a ghost-faced man, he has become much stronger than before. This kind of talent is really..."

Xiong Batian opened his mouth and wanted to say something nice, but after holding it in for a long time, he could only say one sentence: "Old nonsense is right!"

Gu Qiutong secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

"What kind of technique does he practice that has such a strange appearance? Could it be an ancient secret technique that has not been passed down?"

Lin Shan couldn't help but ask, even when Yun Wuhen was practicing, there was no such movement.

"Sister Xiaoya?"

She looked at Chen Xiaoya and found that the other person's beautiful eyes were slightly opened, and she was stunned on the spot, muttering to herself in disbelief.

"impossible……"

On the side, Yun Wuhen also frowned strangely: "Huh? This scene looks so familiar..."

A suspicion flashed through his mind, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Could it be that……"

****

As the viscous liquid spiritual power circulates in the meridians week after week, the nebula in the Dantian first shrinks suddenly, and then expands violently.

boom--

Anle's whole body was shaken, and the route of spiritual power in the body expanded again, becoming more complete than before.

He opened his eyes, the divine light in his eyes flashed away, and the vortex of spiritual energy around him instantly dissipated.

His temperament became increasingly unfathomable, like the vast starry sky.

"Sixth floor of foundation building is finally complete."

An Le's lips curved into a smile, a look of joy appeared on her face, and she sighed with emotion.

"Practice is really difficult. It took me half a year to break through to the sixth level of foundation building. Ordinary people don't know how long it takes."

He closed his eyes again and savored the advanced feeling.

The two nebulae in the Dantian are slowly and spontaneously rotating, the number of fine star cores has increased a lot, and the spiritual consciousness is extremely clear.

"Also, this spiritual power..."

Anle stretched out his finger, and a small stream of solid spiritual power flowed out. The texture of the stars was more obvious than before, like a band of light wrapping around the fingertip, faintly emitting a cold light, magnificent but dangerous.

"In addition to spiritual bullets, it should also have special properties when used in other spells."

With a thought, his spiritual power burned into flames.

The flames are obviously stronger than conventional spiritual power, and have a unique flash of light, which increases the temperature of the flame.
To be continued...