At this time, Ge Yong looked thinner than before, but his dry hands slowly began to become fuller, as if the spiritual power in his Dantian he had just used was his own flesh and blood.
But Ge Yong was quite satisfied with being able to kill Qingyun, because in his opinion, no matter whether this kid had any bad intentions or not, if he killed him, the deal would not be a loss no matter what.
So he looked at Qingyun who was still trying to raise his hand with a proud look on his face, and said generously:
"Yes, yes, that's it. Take a good look at your hands, don't worry! I take great care of the younger generation, and I will definitely let you enjoy the wonderful time when the poison from the bones is eliminated from the flesh and blood, hahaha!"
Wiping away the blood that overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his shoulder, Qingyun raised his arms with difficulty. When he saw the purple and black spiritual energy in his hands intertwined, and the black was quickly being swallowed up by the purple, his eyes also A faint sense of stability and ridicule flashed through.
Then he slowly stretched out his left hand, pointed his palm towards Ge Yong in front of him, and chuckled:
"Old... old thief, guess, how long do you... think you have left?"
Qingyun, whom Ge Yong disdained at first, was struggling to his death, but he still subconsciously looked at his palm.
It didn't matter if he didn't look at it. Once he looked at it, he was filled with shock and disbelief.
Huh? Where does my skeleton poison go? How come everything turned into a gray color! And this gray-white color made two words pop up in his mind inexplicably:
"Ashes!"
Within a moment, the color that seemed to carry the aura of death instantly spread from his hands to his entire arms, then to his shoulders, and then spread all over his body.
At this time, he could clearly feel that his body began to become very light, as if wherever the dead ashes went, his perception of the body disappeared.
I saw that his originally protruding old eyes turned from cloudy to clear, and he shouted hard like a flashback:
"No...no...this...this...what exactly!?"
Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, the terrifying vitality poison had already crawled onto his neck, making him unable to speak anymore.
In the end, the old man Ge Yong had no choice but to look at the expressionless Qingyun with resentment and fall down weakly.
He wanted to curse this little beast who he thought had ulterior motives, but at this moment, even his own consciousness began to become very light.
Ge Yong didn't know where he was defeated until his death. Could it be that this kid also practiced poisonous skills? And has already reached the legendary realm of being invulnerable to all poisons?
But even the cultivators in the Hundred Meridians Realm are afraid of my own Nether Skeleton Poison! Is he still a Baimai Realm senior who pretends to be a pig and eats the tiger?
Many questions lingered in his mind. Old Man Ge just wanted to be a sensible person, but in the end he could only speak again in his next life.
It wasn't until Ge Yong was completely dead that Qingyun spurted out the blood he had been holding in for a long time and finally regained his composure.
Although there is only a small difference in cultivation between the two of them, the intensity of their spiritual power is still inferior to that of Ge Yong.
Just as Ge Yong thought before he died, his so-called Nether Skull Poison was really nothing to Qingyun, and its impact was only slightly stronger than the miasma in the swamp forest.
For Qingyun, who possesses the heaven-defying magical power of Qilin Zi, if he is injured by this mere skeleton poison, then the sleeping Xiao Qi will probably be angered to the point of vomiting blood, and then take over his useless body again, right?
Compared to the Skeleton Poison, the one that really seriously injured Qingyun was the direct palm strike from Ge Yong.
The spiritual power contained in the opponent's palm was very deep and powerful. In the blink of an eye, it invaded his internal organs through his meridians and wreaked havoc in them. Therefore, Qingyun's injuries this time were much more serious than when he fought against the giant snake demon. .
Fortunately, his body stores a large amount of vitality from the flesh and blood of the giant snake demon. Once injured, the vitality will be immediately transported to the organs around the body for healing.
Before his inner breath stabilized, Qingyun endured the burning pain in the various organs in his body and couldn't wait to activate the dead man's fortune.
While rummaging through Ge Yong's corpse for his treasure bag, Qingyun marveled at Qilin Zi:
"Tsk, the power of this unicorn purple is really incredible. The toxins are still in the body after death and do not leak out. This is very different from when it was used on vegetation. It's really magical!"
The Kirin Purple Poison not only pollutes life, but can even pollute the soul, so Ge Yong lost control of his body so quickly. Without the physical pain, his death was quite peaceful.
"It's just that the interval is too long. Otherwise, if I can keep using it, where in the world will I not be able to go?"
Of course, Qingyun was muttering in his heart. He knew that the victory in this battle was a fluke. If it were another experienced monk, he might not have been killed by Ge Yong's skeleton poison.
It didn't take long for the young master to find two treasure bags in a secret pocket under Ge Yong's sleeves.
Although these two bulging treasure bags are also popular products like Xuanji Pavilion, Qingyun was really happy to be able to harvest two of them at once.
Counting the two monks he killed before, he now has a total of six treasure bags, which are filled with all kinds of "treasures" that low-level monks can use.
Of course, the treasure in the eyes of a poor boy should have the same meaning as the scrap metal that no dog in Yao Xianzi's family wants.
After counting the results this time, Qingyun felt that the few mouthfuls of blood he had spit out from Ge Yong were really a good deal. This was more money than killing a dead snake.
"If vomiting blood once can buy so many good things in the future, then I would rather vomit blood and die! Hahaha!"
Starry-eyed, he easily erased the marks of essence and blood on the treasure bag, and then happily lit up the spiritual stones one by one.
Although they were only very small low-grade spiritual stones, he used his old clothes to wipe off the dirt on their surfaces one by one, and then piled them neatly together.
Not to mention, although Ge Yong's cultivation level is not high, he is still an old monk who has lived for more than a hundred years, and his net worth is indeed high.
There are more than 200 low-grade spiritual stones in total, and there are even two middle-grade spiritual stones that seem to have been there for a long time. In total, there are more than 400 low-grade spiritual stones. This is a huge sum of money!
According to Qingyun's guess, Old Thief Ge may have never had sex with his wife in his life. These should be his coffin books and wife books, and now they are all advantageous to him.
Then after putting all his spiritual stones together, he discovered that he now had more than 600 low-grade spiritual stones.
At the beginning, he could only look up to the alchemy furnace, but now he can not only buy it easily but also still have surplus food. If he encounters a few blind thieves, wouldn't it be a good way to make a fortune?
But after thinking about it, he finally gave up this ridiculous idea and said to himself:
"Forget it, if you didn't have the two great magical powers of Qilin Bite and Qilin Purple, and unless you cultivated the Nine-Bend Sword Sutra to produce nine sword energies, I'm afraid the chance of escaping from Ge Yong's hands today would not be more than 30%. "
Qingyun is still very down-to-earth. He is very, very short of money. Oh no, he is short of spiritual stones, but he has to have the life to spend it.
In addition to spiritual stones, Ge Yong also has a lot of dried and fresh elixirs and spiritual materials, which are all indispensable for Qingyun's current elixir refining, which just meets his urgent need.
As for treasures, there is no need to think about them. Old Man Ge is richer than the young master. This can be seen from the fact that Qingyun spent 500 low-grade spiritual stones to buy an alchemy furnace.
Qingyun still used the old method for Ge Yong's corpse. The old man treated him well at first, so he didn't want to use Qilin to eat away the waste. After all, the dead will be the greatest.
So he still had all the sundries in his life cremated with Ge Yong, so that he would not be a poor man when he went down.
After doing this, Qingyun finally let out a long breath.
The two unknown ghosts before were not as lucky as Ge Yong. After one of them was beheaded by him, the headless body fell to the ground.
The other person was turned into a pile of withered bones by Qingyun who swallowed all the vitality and spiritual power in his body with Qilin Devour. He was too lazy to collect the body of this person.
After Ge Yong was cremated this time, Qingyun felt a lot calmer.
There is no longer the emotion and melancholy about life and the world when I first watched Qi Fei and Ma Wang off. Now there is just a touch of self-mockery and a slight confusion.
What made him laugh at himself was that he almost pushed himself into the abyss because of a trace of compassion, and then did such a stupid thing as saying goodbye to the enemy.
It was he himself who was confused.
He always felt that he seemed to have become a little more unfeeling. Could it be that the killing in this world was really a good way to soothe his mood? After exterminating living beings, shouldn’t there be pain of regret and self-blame?
"Boy, what boring thing are you lamenting about again?"
Hearing this old and familiar voice that was mixed with dominance and simplicity, Qingyun raised the corner of his mouth lightly, quickly walked out of the sigh and said with a smile in the sea of consciousness:
"Xiao Qi, when did you wake up?"
"Ahem, Xiaoqi, you're really used to it. I woke up just now when you were counting your belongings. It was probably because of the soul-awakening grass, right? You were lucky this time, and you got a mature one. Soul-awakening grass can restore a little bit of my soul power."
Qingyun nodded clearly and asked:
"Then Xiaoqi, what should I do to help you recover? Eat it raw?"
The Qilin True Spirit in his consciousness seemed to smile and said:
"You have had a good harvest recently, and you even got a nice little alchemy furnace. How long have I been sleeping for? Come on, come on, tell me what interesting things happened recently."
Although Xiao Qi didn't wake up often, but whether it was because of the fusion of souls, Qingyun and this invisible and intangible true spirit gradually became a little closer, like family members and old friends.
This feeling is very strange. Before the soul fusion, the two of them were enemies of life and death, but after the fusion, they became as close as family members.
He couldn't help but think about those peak existences. Are they only the so-called old rivals and old friends who can accompany them all the way to the sky?
PS: The golden belt of murder and arson! _(:3 ∠❀)_
