"It was Chen Ping who beat me to half death that day, and he was also Zhuo Bufan's subordinate at the time."
"Oh? Is there such a reason?"
"Yeah, but I don't know if he has become what he is now."
"Qingyun, what is going on? Chen Ping's power is extremely weird, and..."
He Bai asked anxiously. After awakening some kind of memory that shouldn't exist, Chen Ping was the second "same race" he met who was still alive.
"According to logic, he should have been an ancient remnant of the Thirty-three Realms, and came out after being 'fused'."
"Fusion?"
Wan Congfang and He Bai asked in unison.
Taking a deep breath, Qingyun suppressed the mixed emotions in his heart, pinched Chen Ping's chin, looked at it as if he were looking at an animal, and then said:
"Well, the Thirty-Third Realm is a small, broken world where descendants of ancient monks live, as well as the True Spirit Relics."
As soon as the word "True Spirit" came out, even though they were deep underground, the three of them still vaguely heard the sound of thunder rumbling outside.
"The surviving family members! There are actually other members of the same family!"
He Bai's eyes were filled with tears, and his body was trembling.
"That's right. They have retained a more complete bloodline and spiritual wisdom than those ugly beasts in Jiuzhou, but this is only relative. For some reasons, their realm can only stay at a level similar to the Yuanhua realm. Four of them The most powerful one, 'True Shang', probably has the cultivation level of Concentration Realm... I guess so."
According to Xiao Qi's guess, the laws of the thirty-three realms have been sealed by human intervention, and it was most likely done by that superior. Therefore, once the seal is unsealed, God knows to what level the strength of the alien beasts will skyrocket.
"It's really..."
Qingyun and Wan Congfang seemed to be caught in deep memories, while Hebai was shocked to digest the information he provided.
"Behind Zhenshang, there is a more powerful mastermind. It seems that he is leading everything. He uses the body of an ancient monk to combine with the souls of the survivors to create a heretical existence like Chen Ping, so he is no longer afraid. The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation in this world leaves the thirty-three realms where we live and returns to the human world."
This kind of explosive news made even Wan Congfang's eyes widen. Her long green clothes moved without any wind. You can imagine how shocked she was.
"What! This... this is impossible! In this way, they... they... they are fishing in the marsh! They are cutting off their own livelihood! How can they return to their ancestors without the support of blood?"
The black-faced boy blurted out, and his words were almost exactly the same as what Xiao Qi said back then. Qingyun also took a deep look at He Bai and said:
"I don't know the specific methods they used. I have never encountered these 'bastards' outside the Thirty-three Realms. However, they can still live happily for a while. Presumably they have already made their own choices when they gave up their original flesh and blood. .”
Changing the topic, Qingyun took a drop of blood that spilled from Chen Ping's mouth due to his kneading, sealed it with spiritual power, and hung it in his palm.
A trace of true spiritual power was injected into it, and Chen Ping's blood suddenly surged like boiling water. He seemed to be very eager for the noble power from ancient times. Qingyun said steadily:
"You see, nourishing one's body with one's soul can not regenerate one's bloodline, but it can still give birth to some vain true spiritual power, which does not completely cut off one's future."
Hearing this, He Bai snatched the drop of Chen Ping's blood and swallowed it into his belly without any scruples. Then his eyes lit up and he shouted in surprise:
"it is true!"
At this time, Wan Congfang also answered:
"That's right, when Chen Ping came, He Bai didn't even notice the power hidden in him. That's why I could see that, so I captured him alive and used the formation to force out the power from his body. If it were other Gui Ling monks, he would Impossible to detect.”
"Why don't we wake him up and ask him."
As soon as he finished speaking, He Bai said impatiently, but Wan Congfang shook his head expressionlessly:
"It's useless. This Chen Ping is also very cruel. Seeing me force out his power, he shut himself up in the divine palace. And the structure of his body is very special. Forcibly searching for the soul will only cause him to self-destruct his soul. This This is also the real purpose why I asked Qingyun to come."
"oh?"
The young man was confused for a while, but then he understood Wan Congfang's intention, and He Bai quickly agreed:
"Yes, you have the most noble and immortal true spirit. You should be able to stimulate and awaken him with the power of your blood. He will not be able to resist your pressure at all!"
"ha?"
Qingyun really didn't expect that Hebai already knew his secret, but he still nodded after laughing dumbly.
"Okay, give it a try, I'm curious too."
The blood in his eyes flashed away, and wisps of illusory red light began to sway from Qingyun's body, and He Bai immediately stepped aside.
The originally spacious prison was instantly filled with the surging power of the true spirit, and the rune shackles used by Wan Congfang to imprison Chen Ping shone brightly.
"Amazing!"
He Bai had never seen Qingyun fully release his true spirit power. The immortal true spirit derived from the Qilin bloodline gave them a too strong sense of oppression from the same race.
"I advise you to use this kind of power sparingly and just use it to strengthen your physical body. The heavens in this world can no longer tolerate your existence. Even if you are 'reformed', your essence will still not change at all. Be careful of divine punishment."
"Thank you, Miss Fang'er, for your concern."
"Hmph! Call me Sword Demon!"
With a slightly evil smile, Qingyun nodded gratefully.
He knew that what Wan Congfang said was right. It might not be a big problem for him to control the power of the true spirit, but once Xiao Qi took over his body, as long as he was not in a small secret realm where the secrets were covered up or had separate laws, he would inevitably have to suffer. Lightning.
Just like when he had just stepped into the Thirty-Three Realms and landed on Qianyu Peak and met Bi Fang who had just stepped down, the surging true spiritual power of Qingyun quickly resonated with Chen Ping.
"Some tricks."
Wan Congfang also gave a rare sigh of praise.
Because she saw that Chen Ping, who had previously been unresponsive no matter how much she stimulated him, and who was like a living dead, began to try hard to raise his head, and his body gradually began to glow with a faint green fluorescence.
Although this kind of light is very faint, and even ordinary people cannot detect it because it is hidden in one's own spiritual power, Wan Congfang feels inexplicably familiar with it.
"Really...really...save...save me..."
Chen Ping tried hard to raise his head, but he was so weak that he couldn't even open his eyes.
After tugging in vain on his limbs that were imprisoned by the rune chains, he finally lowered his head again and could only wriggle out these words from his throat with all his strength.
Obviously, out of instinct, Chen Ping, who had been taken away from his body, regarded Qingyun, who possessed the powerful power of the true spirit, as a certain true ancestor.
"Ask him about his origins!"
He Bai urged urgently.
"No, his power is exhausted. Once I no longer evoke resonance with my blood, he will probably fall into a deep sleep again."
Qingyun shook his head.
"I have a solution."
At this time, Wan Congfang suddenly spoke up.
"Fang..."
Before Qingyun finished speaking, Wan Congfang glared at him and then said:
"Take out the hidden front."
"Zang Feng?"
"Um."
After hesitating for a moment, Qingyun finally decided to believe Wan Congfang. Blood flashed across his palm, and Zang Feng flew out with his blood.
"What a sword!"
He Bai is also a lover of swords. After seeing this ancient black sword, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked so salivating that he almost grabbed it.
"Shut up!"
Wan Congfang once again glared at He Bai who had an envious look on his face, and feigned anger:
"Is the bamboo and stone sword missing?"
"Hehe, Master, are you willing to pass on the Bamboo and Stone Sword to me?"
He Bai licked his face and said flatteringly.
"It depends on which one has more potential, you or Jing'er."
Qingyun could tell from the words of the two that although He Bai started a little later, he didn't seem to be disliked by Wan Congfang because of his bloodline, as he said.
On the contrary, he and Li Jing seemed to be valued more by Wan Congfang than the Qingxi sisters.
As Qingyun held the Zangfeng in his hand, Wan Congfang moved towards the young master without leaving a trace, and then said:
"While his divine palace is still open, pierce it with a hidden sword. It will absorb his soul and rob him of his memory."
"Ah? It's okay to absorb living souls... It's okay, but it's plundering memories..."
The young man shook his head in embarrassment. He really didn't know how to do this.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't!"
"No? Impossible!"
Wan Congfang's eyes widened, her waist-length hair was calm, and her appearance became fierce again.
"It's true, I have only absorbed living souls, and I have never taken away other people's memories!"
The young man spread his hands helplessly, while Wan Congfang took a deep breath of air that was not necessary, and then tilted her head and stared at Qingyun for a long time.
Suddenly, ripples appeared in the void in front of her, and an invisible sword energy flew toward Qingyun with the force of thunder.
However, her technique was just right, giving Qingyun enough time to react. Otherwise, if it were normal, I would have been killed long ago.
With Zangfeng in hand, Qingyun, who didn't know why, naturally held the sword to resist subconsciously. Unfortunately, Wan Congfang's current strength was no longer what it used to be. The young master was not even qualified to hit her with a single blow, so the ancient sword came out in response.
At this point, Wan Congfang just floated in front of Qingyun like a ghost, and once again shot out a massive amount of invisible sword energy to form a lock, binding the young master's limbs like Chen Ping.
"Miss Fang'er, you!"
"Why panic! If I wanted to kill you, you would have died long ago."
With a contemptuous sneer, she ordered He Bai again:
"He Bai, take the Zangfeng and stay away from our teacher."
"Master, Qingyun..."
"Um?!"
"yes."
The black-faced boy looked helplessly at the miserable Qingyun, then with some difficulty he lifted up Zangfeng and stood in the corner of the prison.
"Master doesn't want the Overlord to use his bow forcefully, does he?"
He Bai Bagua guessed extremely, but to his disappointment, Wan Congfang didn't seem to be that interested. He pointed his fingers together into a sword, and then his two fingers turned into a sword light several inches long, followed by a sword strike. Then it pierced the palm of Qingyun's right hand!
Voice-over: If the span is too long, I feel like I can’t control it well. I think my level is limited. I always feel that it doesn’t reflect Wan Congfang’s ferocity after suffering for thousands of years.
