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It took Su Yu a whole day to get out of the Qingyun Sect's mining area.
The path he took was a mountainous one—rugged, steep, and full of thorns.
When it was getting dark, I stopped to rest by a stream. I sat down against the bluestone by the stream. I put the Baidu Steel Knife across my knees, took out a Bigu Pill and swallowed it, and then took a few sips of the stream water.
The stream was cold, and the stimulation caused a dull pain in the chest - that was the backlash internal injury left by the time blast.
He pulled open his clothes and took a look. Five black marks were entangled on his skin like five black iron ropes.
The golden mark has not yet condensed.
In the sea of consciousness, the current accumulation emerges from the Shi Wang Monument——
【Time mark: 41】
[Gold Mark: Not Full (41/50)]
[Black marks: 5]
[It takes 59 points to strengthen the physical body]
There is still nine o'clock to go before the first golden mark of Shihen Ning.
Calculated based on the daily passive tax deduction of ten points, tomorrow will be enough.
Just as he was thinking about it, the hourglass in the sea of consciousness shook slightly.
The hour has come.
Su Yu's consciousness went blank, his body was as stiff as a stone statue and he stopped breathing.
After a breath he opened his eyes.
【Time mark: 51】
[Gold marks: 1 (50/50, condensed)]
[Black marks: 5]
There is a small golden line next to the five black marks on the chest. It feels slightly warm, which is completely different from the coldness of the black marks.
The first golden trace - nine traces can withstand a heavenly catastrophe. Although there is only one, it at least makes a start.
What surprised him even more was that the backlash of pain in his chest disappeared. The absolute stillness of his breath just now automatically repaired the damaged internal organs.
He was about to continue on his way when he suddenly paused.
The stream was trembling—the vibrations coming from the horses’ hooves hitting the ground, from more than one horse.
Su Yu ducked into the bushes by the stream and looked out through the gaps between the branches and leaves.
After a while, three fast horses galloped from the mountain road.
Sitting on the horse were three monks wearing the outer attire of the Qingyun Sect.
The leader was a man in his thirties, at the eighth level of Qi refining, with a Chinese character face and a scar between his eyebrows.
Behind him were a man and a woman - the man was in his early twenties and was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, with a feminine face and a folding fan hanging on his waist; the woman was eighteen or nineteen years old and was at the ninth level of Qi Refining, with an oval face with a hint of coldness between her brows and eyes, and a long sword that was three inches longer than an ordinary sword on her back.
Her mount is also very different. It is a black beast with horns on its forehead. It is a bit bigger than a horse. When its four hooves step on the ground, there is a faint mist steaming from the ground - a second-level monster, which is equivalent to the strength of human beings in the late stage of Qi refining. Its thick skin and thick flesh have far better defense than monks of the same level.
The three of them rode their horses and stopped by the stream.
"Han Tie's life light is out."
The scarred man turned over and dismounted to check the traces on the streamside, "The news from the mine said that the person who killed him was a mining slave.
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