After eating and drinking, Qin Tian directly threw down ten hundred-yuan bills, and left by himself under the grandfather-like eyes of the shopkeeper's grandson.

He frowned tightly, looked for a corner where no one was around, and when Xuan Gong was running, a purple-gold cyclone appeared in his hand, slowly spinning.

At first glance, this spiritual power is no different from the past, but on closer inspection, it is clearly covered with countless blood-red veins as thin as silk, just like the capillaries of the human body.

"Damn, it can't be really crazy, right?"

Qin Tian's eyes widened, and his heart was almost hanging in his throat.

As early as when he left the school, he had already sensed that something was wrong, but he was really hungry at that time, so he didn't think about it for the time being.

Now that he has sacrificed to the Five Visceral Temple, he has to face up to this problem that is closely related to his cultivation path.

In the past, Qin Tian's spiritual power can be described as extremely pure, like refined iron that has been tempered thousands of times, without the slightest impurity, and because of the cultivation of eight or nine Xuangong, his aura is magnificent, faintly looking down on all beings in heaven and earth.

How can it be like now, no matter how you look at it, there is a feeling of evil spirit.

"Could it be that it's because of the nameless exercises?"

Scratching his head and meditating for a long time, Qin Tian finally had some eyebrows.

The nameless exercise method was obtained from the sacrificial spirit cave of the Qingyang tribe, and he didn't think about it so much at first, thinking that he had picked up a treasure, and completely regarded it as a pure body refining method.

But the more he continued to cultivate, the more certain he became that this nameless exercise was not as simple as it seemed on the surface, and it could be regarded as a cultivation avenue that was completely different from cultivation and martial arts.

As for whether it was really a method passed down by the gods as stated on the stone tablet, Qin Tian always had a skeptical attitude, after all, the Zhurong Fire God he met at the beginning was clearly not a good stubble, and the violent yin and evil of the qi machine were even worse than the Nine Shadows Monsters.

"Damn, this thing can't be used to trick people, right?!"

Qin Tian regretted that his intestines were blue, and he really shouldn't defy the law, at least he had to wait for Old Man Zhao to return and discuss with him before making plans.

However, if he hadn't taken the liberty of practicing the Nameless Exercises, he wouldn't even have a fierce battle with Yamamoto Shinichi, because he had already fallen into the chaos of the Great Array of Bullying the Heavens even earlier.

"There is a definite number of drinks and pecks, and there is a gain and a loss, and it is imperative to find out how much this thing affects me first!"

Qin Tian figured out the joints, and his eyes did not blink, staring at the vortex of spiritual power that was gradually accelerating in his hand.

It lasted for a quarter of an hour, and I didn't see any clues, the spiritual power was running, and I didn't feel the slightest blockage, and the purity of the essence was aside, and the power was not inferior to before.

"Old man Zhao hasn't returned, and those old monsters don't have much friendship with me at all, who should I talk to about this?!"

Suddenly, with a flash of inspiration, Qin Tian secretly said confused, how could he find someone to solve his doubts, didn't he have a ready-made "encyclopedia" in his mind?

So, his mind moved slightly, and he woke up the Great Dao Book in his mind, and regarded the wisp of spiritual power in his hand as the target of identification.

"Bang la la"

The Great Dao Book hovering in front of Qin Tian's "eyes" turned a page on its own, sprinkled with dozens of golden words, and gradually appeared on the pages.

"The spiritual power of the foundation is derived from eight or nine Xuan Gong, and the purity is very nine, which is eroded by the innate demonic qi, and the grade is lower. ”

"Demonic energy?"

Qin Tian muttered in a low voice, his brows were about to wrinkle, and after a long silence, he suddenly realized, spat fiercely, and cursed indignantly: "Damn, at the beginning, I called us one devil at the beginning, it turns out that Zhurong is the demon clan with your eight lambs, and the big garlic that holds your egg!"

Although he scolded happily, it was not out of resistance to the demons, on the contrary, he was a pragmatist, and he only cared about whether the exercises were good or not, as for whether he was a god or a demon, it was the same for him at all.

didn't care about good and evil, but it didn't mean that Qin Tian had let down his guard, especially the word "eclipse" mentioned in the Great Dao Book, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

He had a feeling that when the demonic energy eroded away his spiritual power, the next step would be his divine thoughts, and even his soul itself.

If the nameless exercises are practiced to the end, it is very likely that he will be completely lost.

However, Dao Daoshu pointed out the problem, but failed to give a specific solution, Qin Tian was so anxious that he kept spinning in place, and said in fragments: "Damn, it seems that this time it is really out of play!"

Qin Tian's concept of the so-called "gods" and "demons" was too vague, and even the war of gods and demons that shattered the world was only a few words from the mouth of the idiot.

With his knowledge, how could he come up with any way?

At the moment, the only way to do this is to sort out the entanglement between the Protoss and the Demons, hoping to find some clues from it.

This kind of great secret related to the origin of heaven and earth is not something that can be asked by just pulling someone on the side of the road, but Qin Tian knows that there is a place, a "forbidden place" that makes him regard him as a snake and scorpion, and there may be the answer he wants.

Qin Tian's expression was very strange, and he sighed: "I didn't expect that even I would have to go to the library one day."

As for the library he was referring to, it was the library of the Heavenly God Academy.

...

Unlike Wuhua Treasure Pavilion, the library does not have permission, and all books in the library can be read by students, and there are only a few unique books, which must be reported to the administrator in advance, and it is forbidden to take them out of the library building.

Although it was approaching the end of the year, there was still an old woman with crane hair on duty in the library, she seemed to be very interested in Qin Tian's arrival, her expression was kind, and she asked with a smile: "Little guy, why didn't you go home for the holidays?"

Another old monster who can't see the depths!

Qin Tian didn't dare to slack off, lowered his eyebrows, like a good baby, and said respectfully: "The elders in the family are deceased, so it is not necessary to live alone in a room, which is only sad." ”

"It turned out to be a poor child..."

It seems that no matter how high or low the cultivation is, women will always be emotional, and even this old woman who is no less than a child in cultivation is not exempt from vulgarity.

She looked at Qin Tian's eyes, and unconsciously carried a trace of sympathy: "What kind of books are you looking for?" The old body doesn't say anything else, when it comes to the understanding of the books in the building, I recognize the second, and no one dares to recognize the first. ”

Although Qin Tian was moved, he kept an eye on it, this old woman was not the old man Zhao who knew him well after all, so he did not directly mention the matter of gods and demons, but changed his words, and said: "I want to understand the origin of this world and our cultivation path, of course, it is not the Big Bang theory and the evolution theory proposed by scientists, but the truth!"

"Oh?"

The old woman was a little surprised by this reply, looked Qin Tian up and down, and pondered silently for a moment, before she said: "Cultivation history, bookshelf B 20, the first book in the upper left corner, there is the answer you want." However, it is a unique book and can only be consulted in the library. ”

Qin Tian was overjoyed in his heart, but he didn't show too much emotional fluctuation on the surface, and bowed down and saluted: "Kid, thank you for your seniors' advice!"

The old woman waved her hand at him: "Go, the old man still has something to do!"

With that, she took out the needle and thread, and knitted a sweater like an ordinary old woman at home. Qin Tian sat back in the chair and closed his eyes and pondered, after a long time, he was still at a loss after racking his brains, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyes were already bloodshot.

His heart was like a plumb sinker, almost overwhelming him.

Suddenly sighing, Qin Tian got up and put "Dao Qi" back in its place, said hello to the old woman with crane hair on duty, and left on his own.

At this time, the hustle and bustle of the Heavenly God Academy was gone, and only Qin Tian was the only one with his head down, like a lone wolf with a wounded head, wandering aimlessly among them, strolling from the library building to the teaching building, and from the teaching building to the dormitory building, and so on.

"I don't know how long I can last..."

Qin Tian's will can be said to be extremely depressed, and he feels that his life has begun to count down.

It was only at this moment that he realized that he didn't have much to worry about in this world.

His parents disappeared when he was young, and his grandfather, who was dependent on him for his life, died of illness two years ago.

Even if you die, the people you will care about will be able to count on one hand.

The saddest thing is Cao Qingzhu, the two of them have not known each other for a long time, and they have never said anything to each other, but that feeling is real.

I don't know what kind of crying she will be like when she is such a delicate person made of water.

The fat man and the two brothers should mourn for him in the future, after all, one of them was rescued by him in dire straits, and the other was born and died with him, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they were friends in trouble.

In addition, there is also Old Man Zhao, Jian Mengzhen...

The scenes of the past were presented in front of Qin Tian's eyes like a horse.

There is no greater mourning than death.

The erosion of demonic qi was actually just the beginning, and there was still a lot of time left for Qin Tian.

However, this helplessness of knowing that death was approaching, but he could only sit back and wait for death, made the cracks in his state of mind expand infinitely, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body were extremely unstable, with big ups and downs like the tides of the river and sea, and there were faint signs of the embankment breaking.

"Hum..."

At this moment, a brilliant sword light came from far and near, accompanied by a transparent sword roar that resounded through the four fields, not only breaking the dead silence around him, but also breaking through the many obstacles that shrouded Qin Tian's heart, allowing him to see the light of day again.

A rusty iron sword hovered quietly in front of Qin Tian, one person and one sword, "looking at each other", speechless, as if time had stood still.

The Rusty Sword Spirit revived, and it had the same heart as Qin Tian, sensing the mood fluctuations of its master, so it rushed over as soon as possible.

"Thanks to you..."

Suddenly, Qin Tian smiled, his eyes had regained clarity, he held the long sword in his hand, gently rubbed the sword body with his fingers, and the qi surging like boiling soup on his body gradually flattened.

Although he stumbled along the way, Qin Tian finally overcame the fear of being corroded by demonic energy.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, this is also a tempering of the Dao heart, after waking up, his breath is more natural than in the past, but there is a natural sense of roundness.

"Uncle Ben has even killed Zhurong's true spirit, and just a little demonic qi wants me to give in?

Qin Tian's eyes were resolute, and he whispered to the rusty sword in his hand, "Are you willing to help me?"

"Hum..."

The rusty sword trembled, and before Qin Tian could stimulate his spiritual power, there was a Dao Dao sword qi lingering around the sword body, circulating endlessly.

The earth is a forbidden place for gods and demons arranged by the ancient sages, and naturally there is no hope of finding the inheritance of gods and demons.

But this is not the case in the Little Xuan Realm, where there are still a large number of gods and demons who are sleeping in it.

The nameless trick is taken from the sacrificial spirit cave of the Qingyang tribe by mistake, in other words, in other small Xuan realms, it is very likely that there will be a legacy of the god clan.

Qin Tian had a bold guess that the Rusty Sword was very likely to be a **** leading to the small Xuan Realm of all parties.

The Rusty Sword also seemed to be infected by his emotions, and there was a black light rising above the blade, as deep as night.

Qin Tianfu is to his heart, as long as he is willing, he can reproduce the sword that slashed the evil dragon at any time, and build a spatial passage to the unknown small Xuan Realm.

But opportunities also coexist with risks, and the small Xuan Realm is full of too many uncertain factors, which may be a thousand miles of red land that has lost its vitality, or it may be a dangerous area where monsters are rampant.

Last time, I had a guard against being a fool and took care of him, and this time I went on the road alone, and the risk would naturally increase greatly.

But at this point, there's nothing to hesitate about.

Starve the faint-hearted, and support the bold.

No matter how bad the situation is, it is better than watching his demonic intent deepen, and finally being completely engulfed in consciousness and reduced to the nutrients for Zhu Rong to recover his strength.

Qin Tian's expression was solemn, he held the sword in one hand, and the sword intent flowed all over his body, and a gust of wind stirred up on the flat ground, sweeping around.

But before he could swing this sword, five steps away from him, a crack in a black hole suddenly appeared, and out of it came an old man with a blue wisp.

The old man's face was blackened, as if he had touched a layer of charcoal powder, his white hair seemed to be curled up by the heat, and his shirt was burned with holes, which could barely cover his body.

Both of them looked at each other with big eyes on their faces as if they had seen a ghost.

"Damn, you bastard, are you going to rebel against the sky, dare to show off with my old man?" or the old man was the first to come back to his senses, and at the moment there was a burst of spit, jumping to his feet and scolding.

And as early as the moment the old man appeared, Qin Tian's mind was lost for a while, and the sword intent in his body dissipated into nothingness, and even the rusty sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

He took a long breath and sighed: "If you take another step at night, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to see me again..."

Old man Zhao was a little stunned, thinking that this kid couldn't have taken the wrong medicine, obviously he was a master who refused to suffer a little loss in his mouth, how could he change his normal state, like a little sheep with no temper, he asked tentatively: "Qin boy, are you terminally ill?"

Damn, it really deserves to be an old immortal of the Ascension Realm with a heavenly constitution in his mouth, and a casual joke can come true.

Qin Tian said weakly: "You old man, awesome!"

Immediately, he spread out his palm, and as soon as his mind moved, a purple-gold spiritual power rose, swaying in the air like flames, and under a closer look, there were clearly capillary-like veins all over it.

"I'm in a demon, your old man will take a look for me, how much time is left. ”

Qin Tian shrugged his shoulders and said in a pretended free and easy tone, but it was difficult to hide the gains and losses in his heart.

Old man Zhao obviously realized the seriousness of the problem, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water, he was silent, he dragged Qin Tian's arm, pressed his two fingers against the root of his wrist, and quietly crossed a wisp of spiritual power.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?!"

Qin Tian sighed and said, "I just learned something that shouldn't be learned..."