After using Qilin Bite a few times, the stupid bird also understood that the creature in front of him, which was several sizes smaller than him, seemed to not want him to follow him anymore. It had no choice but to flap its wings and fly high into the sky reluctantly. From time to time, he would look back at Qingyun, who had a fierce look on his face.
When the behemoth really flew out of sight, Qingyun found a place to sit cross-legged and began his habitual thinking.
"First of all, this silly bird, like the strange beasts in the outside world, obviously has the aura of a true spirit. It is very likely that it is an existence like Xiao Qi, or it is reincarnated or a relic with blood."
After thoroughly mastering the power of Qilin's bloodline, Qingyun can conclude that these strange-looking guys have mixed bloodlines, but the aura must belong to the true spirit, and it is countless times richer than the alien beasts outside.
At this time, Qingyun frowned and continued to think deeply about some doubts that interested him:
"Since the true spirit aura of the alien beasts here, no, it can also be said that the true spirit blood is richer than that of the alien beasts outside, it can be explained that the true spirit blood in these relics has not been overly diluted, which also indirectly proves It shows the antiquity of this place.”
In fact, he also had a more obscure guess, that is, could the alien beasts in the outside world be true spirits that have reproduced for countless generations?
"Then there is my own bloodline. It comes from Xiaoqi, the ancient Qilin spirit, and even the ancient Qilin spirit. Now that I have completely merged the Qilin bloodline with myself, the two great magical powers of Qilin Bite and Qilin Purple should be It’s only when you can use your fingers like an arm, but judging from the situation of dealing with that stupid bird just now, the charging time of Qilin Bite has been reduced, but the power has not been greatly improved.”
As he became more familiar with controlling the power of blood, Qingyun couldn't help but begin to examine the two great magical powers he now mastered.
"On the other hand, my realm is about to reach the perfection of spiritual guidance. If my guess is correct, the power of Qilin Purple, like Qilin Bite, is not completely limited by my own cultivation. The richness of the power of my bloodline is also a factor, but fortunately The power of the bloodline will gradually become stronger as the cultivation level increases, so there shouldn’t be a big problem.”
Narrowing his eyes slightly, Qingyun cast his gaze towards the high blue sky, but his thoughts drifted further and further away.
"As for the connection between alien beasts and true spirits, I don't know yet. However, although Xiao Qi warned me never to mention the word true spirit in front of others, I have never heard anyone mention it in such a long time. When it comes to matters related to the true spirit, he sleeps 360 of the 365 days a year. It’s harder to talk to him than to reach heaven, so I’d better ask him again when I have time.”
Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but recall that Xiao Qi once said that their true spirits were heaven-defying existences and were not allowed to exist in heaven and earth. They should have disappeared in the long river of time.
Xiaoqi's ability to survive to this day has both destiny and cause and effect, but whether it is the last bit of his immortal true spirit or the drop of unicorn blood, they are all truly integrated into Qingyun's body.
Although Qingyun is still very weak now and may be fine, there is no guarantee that one day when his bloodline power reaches a certain level, he will suffer a catastrophe that "cannot be tolerated in heaven and earth" as Xiaoqi said.
But after thinking about it, these are still too far away from him. Qilin Bite and Qilin Purple are still his life-saving weapons.
Especially the Qilin Purple Qi, although it takes a long time to gather its poisonous power, it showed great success against Ge Yong who had perfected the War Spirit Leading Realm.
Just the Kirin Purple Qi, which was as light as a mosquito, made Ge Yong's soul fly away in a very short period of time. If it could be filled with vitality and toxins, even the monks in the Hundred Meridians Realm would not be able to catch his palm. How terrifying would this be? The power?
But if his life is lost, how can he find out the truth and avenge himself? How can we complete the ten-year agreement with Sister Meng?
Thinking of Yao Mengxun, Qingyun felt another emotion in his heart.
He knew more or less about Yao Mengxun's identity. Not to mention his identity as the direct disciple of Master Jingcitian, just in terms of their current cultivation level, the two of them were worlds apart.
It can be said that Yao Mengxun gave him the motivation to survive other than revenge. Among them were the kindness of saving lives and sending each other along the way, as well as the confusion of the boy and girl Jin Feng Yu Lu when they met.
But now, while Qingyun has strengthened his faith, he has entered a new world: the world of cultivation.
But cultivation here is a hurdle that can never be overcome.
In Qingyun's view, Yao Mengxun's original intention of making a ten-year agreement was to allow him to persist for a while longer. It can even be said that the experience of the past two years has made him understand that some things cannot be fulfilled by his own wishful thinking.
It's like he wants to find out the truth and take revenge all the time, but there is no bridge between fantasy and the real world. In the past, he was cowardly and inferior, but now he understands his own insignificance more clearly.
"Hey, let's take it one step at a time. We can only ask Xiao Qi the next time he wakes up. Hey, this guy not only lived in my house, but also asked me to find medicine for him. He’s really a loser who can only get in but not get out.”
Tied up her long hair again, Qingyun threw away those useless worries.
Although Xiao Qi and him were once enemies, after several exchanges, Qingyun could also feel its loneliness and loneliness in the endless years, and at least it would not be like those dirty and ugly villains in the world of cultivation. Although It is often sarcastic, but in other words it is also a spur and reminder to oneself.
At least it is worthy of the word "true" in the word "true spirit".
A few days passed by in a flash. In the past few days, Qingyun was not in a hurry to practice because of the rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth here. Instead, he began to continue to consolidate his mastery of the power of blood.
However, what made him a little disappointed was that, apart from intimidating those strange beasts with true spirit bloodline like silly birds, this power did not help his cultivation level at all.
But Qingyun thought about it later. The power of blood is like the so-called talent. You may be smarter than others, but if you don't practice hard, no matter how smart your talent is, it can only be worthless garbage.
Of course, the breath of the true spirit is not completely useless. At least the two magical powers of Qilin Bite and Qilin Zi are more familiar to him. Another point is the "intimidation" mentioned earlier.
Just like that stupid bird.
I don’t know whether it’s because the wildlife protection work here is good, or because he just had a bad idea, but Qingyun unexpectedly encountered a strange beast again.
But this time, it was a guy who was leisurely eating grass. His strength was slightly weaker than that of a silly bird, and he was roughly at the early stage of the Hundred Meridians Realm.
After mastering the power of blood, Qingyun discovered that although he could not control the appearance that would be forcibly changed when using Qilin Bite and Qilin Purple, he could quickly absorb the true spiritual aura emanating from him after the power was completed.
When facing those strange beasts, he no longer needs to use his own breath to resonate with the other party in order to find out whether the strange beast has true spirit bloodline so that he can disguise himself.
Of course, later he finally understood that as long as there were strange-looking creatures here, they were definitely alien beasts and had true spirit bloodline.
At the same time, he can easily use his weak but extremely pure high-level true spirit bloodline to suppress those lower-level ones whose bloodline power is not strong enough.
That strange-looking herbivorous beast became Qingyun's second test subject. Sadly, its outcome was much worse than that of the stupid bird.
This four-hoofed herbivorous beast with a head like a deer, a single horn, and a body covered with scales was frightened to death by the true spirit breath emitted by Qingyun.
Yes, it was the kind that foamed at the mouth and rolled its eyes upwards. He just stood there and died, like a petrified statue. This made Qingyun recite several lines of Amitabha, full of guilt.
After several experiments, Qingyun also figured out some of the tricks.
If only a small part of the blood power in his body is activated, his appearance will not change much. At most, the blood line connecting the eyebrows to Xiao Qi will appear slightly. The alien beasts produce suppression.
This degree of change can be completely ignored. After all, when practicing certain mystical arts or spells, the body will always undergo changes of one kind or another. My current situation is much calmer than those.
As for the powerful alien beasts whose strength is in the late stage of Hundred Meridians Realm and above, not to mention the power of bloodline, they are already richer. In terms of strength alone, once he sees it, he will avoid it. There is no need to gamble on whether he can use all the true spirit breath. to suppress the opponent.
In this way, Qingyun was able to slip quietly without being discovered, which was a great trick.
Just when Qingyun was cautious and cautious, walking step by step in an unfamiliar world, the entrance to the small secret realm was already crowded with people and surging.
Thousands of monks in various costumes were in their own sects in an orderly manner. There was no panic or fighting like that of the fourteen sects that day. The scene was more than ten times grander than when he first arrived.
In fact, six days have passed since Qingyun entered the small secret realm. Today is the last day that the space crack can allow people to enter.
Different from the noise in the small square a few days ago, no one dared to cross the thunder pool except for some tall figures with cold temperaments and long swords standing around the crack in the middle space.
There were about seven or eight of those stern disciples, all in white clothes and white robes, with eyes as cold as stars. They stood motionless on both sides of the space crack. No movement could escape their sharp eyes.
The skills of several people are obviously from the same origin, and the linkage of Qi and Qi makes the surrounding air seem to be filled with a sense of chilling.
The one with the lowest cultivation level among these people is surprisingly a high-level monk in the Concentration Realm, and the white-haired middle-aged man in the lead gives people a vague feeling of emptiness.
Although this white-haired middle-aged man was not very handsome by birth, the polish of time has given him a coat called "elegance". The wrinkles on his face from time have given him a mature charm that is unique to a middle-aged man. Instead of decreasing, it increases.
Except for the simple long sword on his back to show his identity, he did not reveal any sharpness. He obviously followed the path of cultivation with a restrained sword spirit, and his cultivation was truly unfathomable.
