Through his first actual battle, he could clearly feel that there was a kind of restriction that restricted his use of Qilin Bite. It was most likely related to the concentration of his Qilin Essence and Blood.
To put it bluntly, even if you become proficient in training, the most you can do is absorb the speed and retract and release freely. If you want to reach the past level of Qilin True Spirit, at least until the power of bloodline is improved, it will be difficult to increase the power. .
Moreover, if the opponent has protective means such as a body protection spirit shield, it will be difficult for the Qilin Bite to break through the defense.
Of course, this is also his guess, but even so, Qingyun is already satisfied. Don't be greedy after gaining such heaven-defying power. If he is allowed to continue killing like this, even if he does not fall into the devil's way, sooner or later he will be killed because of it. The Taoist heart is unstable and cannot suppress the toxins absorbed. In the end, he is poisoned and dies, but he is still dead.
Ability is just a means, but the process and destination require you to stick to your heart.
Under the influence of his father, who is a powerful returning spirit, and his teacher in the wind control realm, Qingyun has reached this state of mind subtly, which is not comparable to that of a young monk who first came to the immortal sect.
Ma Wang was still shivering on the side, and he couldn't adapt to the sudden aging of his body. He even didn't notice the saliva slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth and dripping on his clothes.
Qingyun knew in his heart that Qilin Bite did not swallow up all the vitality of Ma Wang, otherwise he would have been wiped out, and he did not destroy Ma Wang's Dao Foundation, but only absorbed his spiritual power.
Although his vitality has passed away, if he is given a period of time, his cultivation can be restored to its original state. If he is inspired by heaven and breaks through the realm, he may not be able to extend his life span.
More importantly, Qingyun discovered that he could only absorb a little bit of Ma Wang's soul power. No wonder Xiao Qi didn't ask him to kill more enemies to absorb the power of the soul at all. He just asked him to go find it directly. These heavenly materials and earthly treasures that nourish the soul, it seems that he has already speculated on this possibility.
Although the ability to swallow all things is against the sky, it also requires a corresponding level of cultivation, and may even be supported by blood concentration. This is Qingyun's biggest drawback at present, and it is also the reason why he is eager to join the sect to practice, because there is Xuan Xuan there. You can learn Kung Fu and have the opportunity to compete with your brothers.
When Qingyun opened his eyes again, the winding blood line between his eyebrows had long since disappeared, and the aura around him slowly calmed down. He calmed down and stared calmly at Ma Wang, who was still muttering to himself, sighing secretly in his heart.
He originally wanted to imitate the condescending tone that Ma Wang used to lecture him before, saying the last thing first and then the last thing, so as to ridicule him.
But after thinking for a long time, he still didn't say a word.
Now that Ma Wang has changed from a swordsman to a fish on the board, why should he be humiliated? He already hates Ma Wang, but if he imitates Ma Wang's behavior, wouldn't he become the person he once hated?
After another long while, Ma Wanghuo raised his head and looked at the handsome and tall young man in front of him with burning eyes, but his cloudy eyes could no longer see the expression contained in it. He opened his mouth in an old voice:
"Fellow Taoist, actually you don't need to call me senior. We are both Lingyin Realm monks. We are friends of the same generation."
Ma Wang's voice had become calmer, but Qingyun couldn't help but be startled.
Qingyun thought that Ma Wang would kneel down and beg for mercy, and he also thought that he would say bad words to him, but he really didn't expect that the first thing Ma Wang said would be these words, and there was no luck in his tone, so he He nodded slowly to express his acquiescence.
At this time, Ma Wang moved his eyes from Qingyun's face to the wound on his chest. The bleeding there had stopped and the wound was slowly healing. Then he no longer paid attention to this place, but said to himself. :
"Master is just a disciple like me and treats me as his own son. If fellow Taoist agrees, I am willing to give my treasure bag to fellow Taoist and commit suicide on the spot. I only ask that fellow Taoist can bring my staff back to my master. . There is no need for the Taoist fellow to hand it over to the old man in person. I just ask the fellow Taoist to insert the French stick in front of the mountain gate. If it is convenient, please ask the fellow Taoist to wait a moment. I will leave a letter to inform him that the unscrupulous disciples have reconciled with the old man. Fei will get the treasure together and travel far away."
It seems that with the loss of a lot of life, Ma Wang's hunched body is shaking slightly as if he is overwhelmed. He has no intention of being an understanding ghost. If he dies, he will die. It's not a big deal whether he understands or not. meaning.
But just like Qi Fei's choice, he still has a last wish, a last wish that he knows cannot be fulfilled, but a wish is a wish after all, and being able to make it is better than despair.
He suddenly felt that he was very funny. He had refused Qi Fei's same request not long ago, but now he actually said something similar to Qi Fei's.
"Everything in the world is impermanent! Haha."
Ma Wang gasped a few times and laughed softly.
Then he took out a pen and paper from his treasure bag, and regardless of Qingyun's denial, he wrote a few words in a loud voice without any attempt to hide it.
Looking at Ma Wang's calm and serene face, Qingyun even had the illusion that Ma Wang would look kind-hearted when he got older, like an old man smoking cigarettes at the entrance of the village. This was different from the world of cultivation he had just met. It seems to be different again.
After waiting silently for Ma Wang to finish writing, Qingyun slowly spoke, with a hint of polite question in his tone:
"Fellow Taoist Ma, why don't you fight for life and death? Your Taoist base is not injured, but your spiritual power is exhausted. Now I believe you have recovered a trace of spiritual power. With the suppression of a small realm, I believe that even if I don't die, I will be You were seriously injured."
Qingyun's words came out of doubt on the one hand, and on the other hand it meant that he really couldn't take action. Ma Wang was now powerless, and if he was allowed to kill this person, there would always be a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't overcome.
It's better to give him time to recover. In this case, according to Ma Wang's character, once he regains some strength, he will definitely fight with him violently, and he can feel more at ease when he starts the attack. Although the "old man" opposite has just returned He killed himself once with his own hands.
But surprisingly, although Qingyun did not agree explicitly, a happy smile suddenly bloomed on Mawang's old face. Even though it was not pretty, it gave people a strange and warm feeling.
Just listen to him say with a smile:
"Hahaha, thank you fellow Taoist for making it possible. Qi Fei and I have known each other for nearly twenty years. If possible, I would like to ask fellow Taoist to bury me and him together. However, if you find it troublesome, then let's cremate them together. We monks I don’t want to be clean after death, I have to find him quickly!”
After saying that, with Qingyun's astonished expression on his face, Ma Wang first wiped off the blood essence mark on his treasure bag, then threw it on the ground, and then shouted loudly :
"Fellow Taoist, watch your move!"
After saying that, he raised his remaining spiritual power, and with a terrifying aura that was both life and death, he suddenly rushed towards Qingyun who had not yet reacted.
Logically speaking, he shouldn't have reminded Qingyun to take the initiative to set up defenses, but before he thought about it, he shouted before taking action.
Without the support of spiritual power, Ma Wang's attack speed was only a few minutes faster than that of an ordinary old man. Qingyun had recovered from the shock just now in the blink of an eye, and then held the hairpin knife and calmly opened his posture. , wanting to fight to the death with the other party.
"Ma Wang, Ma Wang, if you are like this, don't blame me for being cruel."
Qingyun secretly thought full of motivation, even if he didn't know any skills and moves, he couldn't let the enemy know that he was not good at it, but something even more surprising happened to him.
As Ma Wang approached, he keenly sensed that although the opponent was as powerful as thunder, there was no trace of murderous intent. With his raised arm, he seemed to align his heart with the hairpin in his hand. Then he rushed forward fiercely.
In the flash of lightning, Qingyun had no time to pull away. In fact, he was unwilling to show mercy to his enemy.
In less than a blink of an eye, the hairpin knife was transferred from Qingyun's body to Ma Wang's body. The feeling of piercing the flesh from the short blade made Qingyun's whole body rise in an instant. Goosebumps.
Ma Wang seemed to feel that his death was not thorough enough, so he actually grabbed Qingyun's arm and forced him to take a few steps forward, which made Qingyun tremble involuntarily.
This kind of trembling reminded him of when he was catching chickens in Liangren Village as a child, and how the chickens shivered in his hands, but this was a living person!
As the hairpin penetrated deeper and deeper, Qingyun felt his chest became more and more stuffy, as if a ball of depression was expanding in his lungs, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable like a big wave.
He instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Ma Wang actually grabbed Qingyun's arm tightly. Although he was unable to walk now, he still did not allow Qingyun to pull the hairpin out of his heart.
Qingyun's fingers could already feel the temperature from Ma Wang's blood. The bright red liquid flowed along the blade to his palm. It was a little sticky, a little warm, and seemed to have a vague fishy smell.
Then, the warmth slowly spread from Qingyun's palm to his wrist, inch by inch, bit by bit.
"I killed someone..."
Then his brain fell into chaos, until the sky completely darkened and the stars filled the night sky. Only then did he slowly wake up from the shock. The moment he regained consciousness, he subconsciously lay down He fell to the ground and began to vomit non-stop.
Since he only ate some wild fruits today, after spitting out all the food residue, there was some yellowish stomach acid, but that extremely nauseating feeling, mixed with the thick smell of blood, filled his mouth and esophagus. Even the stomach is churning.
The bright red liquid on his hand had solidified, but as soon as Qingyun saw the red color with a hint of black and purple, he felt nauseated again. If the palm hadn't been his own, he really wanted to chop off this disgusting hand immediately.
