However, this time after the collision and resonance with the strange bird's breath, Qingyun became more sensitive to the power of his own blood.
In the past, he could only slowly fade away the blood redness in his eyes and hair after meditating and adjusting his breath and silently reciting the Kaixin Kung Fu. But this time, he had an intuition that this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
"Humph, you beast, maybe you can understand what I'm saying?"
Qingyun's eyes widened and he pretended to be angry.
However, this stupid bird didn't seem to understand what Qingyun was talking about. He just saw that he seemed a little unhappy, and couldn't help but jumped back two steps timidly.
Seeing this, Qingyun hurriedly took advantage of the fact that the power of his bloodline was still under his control, and in vain increased his momentum by three points, intending to use intimidation to completely scare this strange bird into a fool!
Because this beast's behavior has once again proved his suspicion. It is not afraid of Qingyun, but it is afraid of the overlord of heaven and earth who was hidden deep in his soul and could swallow the sky tens of millions of years ago:
Qilin is a real spirit!
As Qingyun's momentum increased, the traceless power of blood completely suppressed him from the source of the giant bird's blood.
What makes the giant bird even more frightened is that it always wants to restrain its aura to avoid irritating the other party.
Unexpectedly, today's power seemed to be suddenly out of control. No matter how it was driven, the breath suddenly rose and disappeared, and he couldn't help but make the decision. It was extremely strange.
As a result, one leg of this giant bird had to be firmly embedded under the ground, and its trembling wings could no longer show the bright blue color, only the dimness caused by fear and horror.
While Qingyun manipulated the resonance between the giant bird and his own breath, he slowly began to try to understand the laws of the surge of blood power in his body.
Gradually, he could more and more clearly feel the rhythm contained in the power of the blood in his body, which seemed to slow down and then rush, sometimes surge and sometimes subside.
The rhythm is like the trajectory of the stars. It is obviously the principle of existence and has traces to follow. But every time you want to record it, you find that it seems to have never been there before. There is only a surprise in the movement of the stars. As ethereal as a rising magpie.
At the same time, Qingyun could also clearly feel that although there was no possibility of any interaction between this giant bird and him, the aura of its bloodline was inextricably linked to him.
Only then could Qingyun be sure that the familiarity he felt with those strange beasts had not been blocked by the ages and had quietly merged into those two words:
True spirit.
As time goes by, Qingyun slowly changes from a vague feeling to a clear exploration. Along the hundreds of veins in his body, he interprets the changes that the ancient vicissitudes of power has brought to him.
He could feel that if the so-called power of blood was understood more deeply, it was another unique power.
This kind of power is not spiritual power, nor is it completely different from the so-called Xuanmen magic, demonic power, or even demon power, but these three have some similar connection with it.
The medium that controls this power is the Kirin bloodline gifted to him by the drop of Kirin essence and blood integrated into his body!
It's like opening a floodgate to drain away floods. As long as he finds a place to vent, Qingyun can easily follow the clues and completely grasp the most essential way to use that power.
From Qilin Bite to Qilin Purple, and even the other magical powers mentioned by Xiaoqi, they are all a manifestation of this power, which is exactly the same as the spiritual power used in the world.
What Qingyun didn't know was that he was now like an abyss demon who had climbed up from the Nine Nether Purgatory. His whole body was filled with rage and karma, turning into mist, and was faintly red. His waist-length hair was flying freely, and blood was pouring into the sky.
If there were a monk with a strong sense of justice like Xiang Yanshi here, he would probably draw his sword to slay the demon on the spot.
The power originally hidden in the power of blood is like a wild horse that has escaped the reins, and Qingyun will never be allowed to control it.
But by relying on the powerful but impure blood power of the giant bird to resonate with him, and even using it as a superior posture to claim it, Qingyun finally transformed this power from unfamiliar to familiar, and finally completely reined in the reins!
"drink!"
I don't know how long it took, but with Qingyun's low voice, he suddenly opened his eyes!
There was no explosion of sperm, nor was there overwhelming killing intent, but the flat-haired beast who had been so mighty and domineering just now was still frightened to the point of losing any resistance at all, leaving only dull numbness and panic.
But at this time, Qingyun easily lost all the ancient aura from his body, and his originally red eyes and long hair quickly returned to their original color.
A satisfied and handsome smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Qingyun felt as if he had returned to the mist-shrouded Yiren Mountain. There was no longer any chasing and killing in the world around him. The ferocity that had entangled him for a long time in his heart seemed to disappear.
In the end, he was still the humble, gentle and kind-hearted boy next door.
"Damn, why are you crying, silly bird, I didn't want to kill you!"
I don't know if he was extremely frightened, but the frightened flat-haired beast didn't notice at all that Qingyun's temperament had undergone earth-shaking changes.
When he saw that the evil demon seemed to want to reach out and touch his blue feathers, the silly bird's eyes slowly filled with mist, and then condensed into water droplets, which were about to drip down.
After Qingyun completely controlled the power of his bloodline, he originally wanted to scare this stupid bird but was immediately amused by it. However, he also achieved his goal.
Strangely enough, he originally thought that mastering the power of blood would be a very difficult gap to cross. After all, the Qilin essence and blood did not belong to him, and foreign objects were foreign objects after all.
But in Xiao Qi's words, Qingyun can no longer be regarded as a "person" now. His bloodline has changed, and his soul has merged with the true spirit. This kind of change has never happened since ancient times. How can a few words be enough to explain it? Does it make sense?
In other words, because the body and mind are integrated into the power of the Kirin True Spirit, it should not be too difficult to easily master the Kirin bloodline.
Looking at the trembling strange bird in front of him, he suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth, gently touched its huge head that was lowered due to fear, and said:
"Look at your hopeless stupidity. If we really fight, I may not be able to beat you. Forget it, I don't usually like to eat meat. You can leave."
Of course, the giant bird didn't understand what Qingyun was talking about. It blinked its eyes that were bigger than pebbles and stared at him, still not daring to make any move.
"You stupid bird is really stupid. I've let you go and you still won't leave. If you don't leave, then I'll leave!"
Qingyun patted the silly bird who had been frightened and fell to the ground again, then put the sword behind his back and turned to leave.
But before he took two steps, the silly bird jumped up and followed him, flapping its wings like an old hen with a broken leg, which was extremely funny.
"Hey, why are you such a stupid bird following me? Come on!"
Qingyun shook his head helplessly, but the giant bird still stared at him with a silly look, refusing to leave even after saying anything, clinging to him like a piece of candy.
Seeing that the stupid bird seemed to be relying on him, Qingyun's mind flashed and he suddenly thought of a good idea.
He turned around and walked towards the cliff, and the giant bird naturally followed him and jumped to the edge of the cliff.
"I know you can fly even without asking. Going down the mountain road is too inconvenient. Why don't you take me to fly down there! Silly bird?"
Well, let's just call you Silly Bird. Qingyun is very satisfied with his talent in naming.
Not to mention, I don’t know if the last word "silly bird" really understood what Qingyun was calling it. The silly bird actually raised its neck and let out a long, crisp cry, which made Qingyun unable to bear it any longer. He chuckled and said:
"You really think you're called a stupid bird!"
However, he still gave it a try, turned over and jumped with force on his feet, and sat firmly on the silly bird's back.
The stupid bird didn't seem to be in any mood of resistance. Instead, it looked a little excited. With a slight scolding from the young man, it flew towards the sea of clouds under the cliff top without any hesitation.
"You're not too stupid!"
Qingyun smiled, said to himself, and then touched its feathers which felt very good.
"Oh haha~"
Perhaps it was because his appearance remained that of a boy, but Qingyun had always maintained that innocent childlike innocence in his heart. He hadn't experienced the pleasure of flying in the wind for a long time, and he couldn't help shouting excitedly.
The silly bird seemed to feel the joy in Qingyun's heart. When it passed through the clouds, it sometimes spiraled and swooped, and sometimes it fluttered its wings and flew high, making Qingyun's heart jump up and down, and it was a joy to play.
"I don't know when I will become the great monk who can fly in the wind with my own strength!"
Qingyun tightly grasped the feathers on the silly bird's back, hoping in his heart.
After a while, the silly bird took him to the bottom of the cliff. After flying out of the sea of clouds and landing, Qingyun estimated that the mountain peak was at least a thousand meters high.
Looking at the top of the cliff that had disappeared with some fear, the young master felt that his character was really not bad.
What if he landed on the sea of clouds when he came out of the space crack, I am afraid that Yi Qing, who was under Jiuquan, would also climb up in depression and scold his son for forgetting.
The poor stupid bird was finally forced away by Qingyun, and the method was very simple. After completely controlling the power of blood, he easily used his power with the true spirit breath to scare the stupid bird stupid again.
But this time Qingyun didn't just scare it.
One hand slightly moved the Qilin Bite, while Qingyun clenched the sword with the other hand and pretended to attack.
The stupid bird turned a blind eye to Qingyun's sword, but his left hand, which looked normal, showed a deep awe and fear that could be seen with the naked eye.
Qingyun had obviously anticipated this situation.
Whenever Qingyun wanted to touch its feathers with his left hand that was running the Qilin Bite, the stupid bird seemed to have seen a ghost and quickly fluttered its wings and flew back, its eyes widening.
He originally thought that using a silly bird as a mount could save a lot of time, but then he thought, it would be too eye-catching to walk around this small world with a strange beast.
Not to mention whether he can keep his mount, if he is targeted by bad guys, he will lose more than just a stupid bird.
