Ball Ball Cultivation

Qingheng came to Qiuqiu and wanted to protect her behind him, but he didn't expect that the crazy Thousand-Eyed Spider still remembered Qingheng, its archenemy, and its main attack direction also became this side. It seemed that one of the Thousand-Eyed Spider's legs was about to pierce Qiuqiu's body. Gu Gu, who was sleeping on Qiuqiu's head, flew to Qiuqiu, causing the crazy Thousand-Eyed Spider to pause for a moment.

Qing Heng, whose eyes burst red, used all his remaining spiritual power to transform a sword into a sword that pierced through the Thousand-Eyed Spider's eyebrows. The Thousand-Eyed Spider, which was a hundred feet tall, slowly turned into black mist, leaving hundreds of eyeballs of all sizes scattered in the black and red blood on the ground.

Qingheng transformed into a human form, holding Qiuqiu and continuously stuffing pills into her mouth. He looked expressionless, with his eyes somewhat dull.

Qiuqiu leaned into Qingheng's arms and comforted him softly, "I'm fine, don't worry. Gugu is fine too."

Gu Gu: I have something to say, but I don’t have a chance to tell you. Now I just want to sleep.

Qingheng's mood gradually returned to normal and he left with Qiuqiu in his arms.

After a short rest, everyone recovered from their injuries half a month later. Qingheng and Qiuqiu received nearly three hundred eyeballs of various sizes.

Qing Heng: "The Thousand-Eyed Spider has no demon core. All the essence of its cultivation is in its eyeballs. Of all the eyeballs, only these five are useful. The others are useless. Leave them to Qing Xu as materials for refining weapons."

Qiuqiu asked: "After the monsters die, they all turn into demonic energy, leaving nothing behind?"

Qing Heng: "No, the demonization of a monster itself means sacrificing bloodline and potential to increase combat power. Demonic energy is very corrosive and contagious. After the demonized monster dies, the remaining flesh and blood have lost their essence and cannot withstand the erosion of the rich demonic energy, so there is nothing left. For example, the eyeballs of the Thousand-Eyed Spider were corroded by demonic energy, but they still remained. Don't think about it, what remains is the good stuff."

Qiuqiu: "So the flesh and blood that have lost their essence have been corroded by the demonic energy and turned into demonic energy? Wouldn't that make the demonic energy in the dungeon even denser?"

Qing Heng: "Yes, we are going to an underground prison. The demonic energy in the demon beasts will be lost. You think that we can kill a demon beast with just a few people. But in fact, this demon beast has been imprisoned for who knows how long. Its combat power is only 70% to 80% of its peak period. Besides, the concentration of demonic energy here is not even one tenth of that in the immortal demon battlefield. It will be killed if it cannot replenish its demonic energy in time."

Qiuqiu: "The monsters imprisoned there are always sent to kill them after their cultivation level drops?"

Qing Heng shook his head. "How could we have the time? With so many of us, we almost failed to kill one. The demonic state of the monster, that is, when it is in a frenzy, is too powerful. No one will take the risk, and there is no benefit. We can just lock it up there and let it lose its cultivation to nourish the dungeon."

Qiuqiu: Your plan is really good and long-term.

After everything was ready, a group of monks finally arrived at the seal of the battlefield between immortals and demons.

Lan Li took out a palm-sized token at the front, and the two gray-clothed old men next to him took out a token each. They activated the three tokens at the same time and flew to seal the graphic entrance. A large black hole slowly opened from the sealed entrance.

Afterwards, the three tokens fell off and returned to their owners. Lan Li handed the token in his hand to the monk who stole the beads and said to the other two elders, "I'll have him keep the sealed token for one day. After that, someone from Qingyun Sect will come to take it over. I'd like to trouble you two to help look after it for a day."

The old man on the left said helplessly, "Lan Li, can't you wait one more day and hand the token to your uncle in person?"

Lan Li asked back: "How can I leave when my uncle-in-law is here?"

Seeing that the two of them wanted to persuade him again, he quickly said, "There's no need to persuade me. I've been in the Spiritual Transformation Stage for a hundred years, and my cultivation hasn't improved at all. I'm determined to enter the Immortal Demon Battlefield."

"This seal can only be opened for half a cup of tea. Now it has stabilized. I will definitely return safely in fifty years at most and ten years at least." After saying that, he entered the passage first.

Qingheng and Baibo entered one after another, followed by the younger generation, and finally Zhuyan Xuanzhuo was at the end, with Qiuqiu following closely behind Qingheng.

As soon as he stepped into the sealed passage, Qiuqiu felt a strong sense of weightlessness. Only one tenth of his spiritual power remained in his body, and he felt uneasy with every step he took.

If Qingheng hadn't been leading the way in front of her, she would have felt like she was lost at any moment.

As he walked through the thick black fog, Qiuqiu felt more and more suffocated. He couldn't use any strength in his body, and his anxiety became more and more intense.

Qing Heng shouted into her soul, "Hold the Yuan and guard the One, protect the spiritual platform. If it doesn't work, close your five senses, and leave it to me."

Qiuqiu did as he was told, and after shutting off his five senses, Qingheng held his hand tightly. The anxiety and powerlessness in his heart gradually disappeared.

Qiuqiu realized belatedly that there was something wrong with her soul. The cultivation of both demons and humans in the sealed channel was suppressed to a minimum. However, the demon's innate talent for bewitching remained unchanged, and Qiuqiu almost fell into the trap.

I don’t know how long I walked in the passage filled with black fog, but I finally saw a dim light ahead.

Qing Heng: "We are about to reach the Immortal Demon Battlefield. I don't know if there are any powerful demons guarding the entrance. The four of us will lead the way, Lan Li, and you will follow behind. The four of you are experienced, so just protect yourselves."

Qiuqiu gave each person ten high-level breath-suppressing talismans: "I don't know if this will work."

Qing Heng: "We came here for training before and never sneaked in."

Bai Bo: "Once we enter, our cultivation will not be suppressed, so don't worry, little kid."

Qing Heng: "She is my wife, not a little kid! Use the Breath-Suppressing Talisman. This time we are going for the ancestral mark."

Originally he thought it didn't matter whether he used it or not, but that old white guy didn't appreciate it. The advanced breath-suppressing talisman is a fourth-grade talisman.

Lan Li quickly stepped out to smooth things over: "We can sneak in, outflank them from behind, and catch them off guard. This will also reduce the burden on the garrison."

Xuan Zhuo: "That's true. There haven't been any large-scale battles in the last hundred years, and we don't know what the situation is like here. We came here to gain experience, but we also have to deal with any future troubles."

Zhu Yan activated the breath-suppressing talisman and slapped it on his body, and his breath was completely restrained.

Bai Ran: "This Breath-Suppressing Talisman is of good quality. I must make good use of it."

A group of cultivators entered the battlefield of immortals and demons after concealing their breath. When they came out, they saw four small monsters with combat power at the Jindan stage guarding them.

Qing Heng sent a message to everyone: "Something is wrong. There is no big monster here."

Everyone perked up and explored carefully, but unfortunately their spiritual sense could only explore one-third of the original distance at most. When they encountered a place with thick black fog, it was like entering sticky black water, and their spiritual sense could hardly move forward.

Zhu Yan: "I'll go check it out." After saying that, he transformed into a palm-sized bird and flew into the sky.

Qingheng led the others to a valley where there was no grass, to recover their strength and wait patiently.

An hour later, Zhu Yan flew back: "Fifty miles to the west, at the edge of the Black Wind Forest, tens of thousands of demon soldiers and hundreds of demon generals have gathered. Two great demons equivalent to the Spiritualization Stage are in charge. They will soon attack Mount Everest Continent."