What he practiced was the Xuangong in the army, and the reason why most soldiers would leave the army when they were old was because the exercises inherited in the army had common drawbacks.

The power of the military is domineering, and the blades in the palm are wide open and closed, which is quite groundbreaking, but the domineering power also has a price, that is, the overdraft of people's potential.

Most of the martial arts and secret techniques inherited in the army have this characteristic, and the slightly better ones are overdrawn people's potential and flesh and blood limits, and when they are old, when their flesh and blood are lost, their combat power will definitely be greatly reduced.

And some of the more domineering exercises, overdrawn even people's longevity, those who have practiced for many years, and suddenly die when they are fighting on the battlefield are not uncommon.

The exercises practiced by Qi Zhou, although they are not those overbearing techniques that overdraw Shouyuan, but they also have the meaning of losing money to flesh and blood, plus he has been fighting for many years, and he has already accumulated countless secret injuries on his body, if he has passed the golden age of his life, it will be difficult for him to cultivate and enter the realm again.

At that time, he will inevitably end up with a lonely retirement, a sad ending, even though he has no worries about food and clothing in his later years, but that kind of life is not what he wants.

Just when Qi Zhou was hesitating, during an accidental tour of the city, he learned from the old man in the dungeon some "secret powers" that could "assist in cultivation" and even help people break through the bottleneck, which was the blood crystal placed in front of him at this time, or the pure blood contained in this blood crystal.

The exercises in the army are indispensable to the power of iron-blooded killing, and although it sounds ridiculous to break through the bottleneck with the help of blood, it is not impossible.

Qi Zhou was also skeptical, but after obtaining a few blood crystals from there, he sucked them into his body to refine his true yuan, and he really felt that his unbreakable bottleneck had a tendency to loosen slightly.

Naturally, he was overjoyed by this discovery, and when he pursued the blood crystal again, he learned that the production of that thing was not tolerated by the world, and if it was detected, it would inevitably be decapitated.

Qi Zhou was not a good person in the first place, and even though he had not seen the production of the blood crystal with his own eyes, he could feel the pure blood surging in it, and he could more or less guess it.

It's just that he doesn't care, some of the jailers in the dungeon, at most, they only dare to kill a few prisoners in the prison, what does those lowly lives have to do with him?

It's just that this kind of production method is harmful to Tianhe after all, if it is known by outsiders, he may never be able to break through the shackles of that bottleneck, thinking of the ending of the lonely old man's life, he still decided to take a risk after all.

He was a military attache patrolling the city, and with his authority, he not only took the opportunity of patrolling the city to obtain blood crystals from the old man to assist in his cultivation, but even when he was working as a prisoner on weekdays, he would occasionally accidentally "slip his hand" and kill a few of them, and send the bones to the dungeon.

The head of the dungeon naturally did not refuse, and he did these things very secretly, so that outsiders would not know, and he never stirred up any waves.

As for the place where the blood crystal was made, he knew what was inside when he remembered the faint smell of blood he had smelled before the closed cell today, and the old man secretly gestured to him in his hand.

That's why he ignored it, turned around and left.

Since then, he has formed a strange relationship with the dungeon, yes, a cooperation, and the ironic relationship between the patrol general who guards the prisoners and the jailer cell head who has escaped from the prisoners, this ironic relationship has really been maintained.

Qi Zhou absorbed the power in the blood crystal, assisted his own cultivation, and secretly provided shelter for those jailers, at least to ensure that they would not die at the hands of others before they died of normal old age.

Qi Zhou is also a shrewd person, and he naturally knows that there is no good thing in the world that pies from heaven are good.

But he didn't care about the threats in the matter.

Some of the old immortals who escaped from the prisoners were just a group of ants that could be pinched to death at any time in his eyes, if it weren't for those people who had the method of making blood crystals, he would have already killed them, and then raised a group of completely obedient puppets.

As for using his absorption of flesh as a lever, he didn't care even more. As a soldier of the dynasty, he also has a little status in this city, in his opinion, these are just minor mistakes, if the matter is revealed, at most he will go to the barracks to receive a cane or whipping.

If he breaks through the bottleneck with this, he may be able to atone the credit, no matter what kind of punishment it is, after all, it will only be thunder and rain.

As the king's pawn of the dynasty, the treatment of those prisoners is naturally completely different, those old jailers are more afraid of the revelation of the matter than him, once they are discovered, they must all be the end of the show, no different.

Qi Zhou looked at the blood crystal placed in front of him, this time the blood contained in the blood crystal was more intense than usual, and the blood color in it seemed to really turn into flowing blood under the dim light, and it was possible to break through the thin crystal barrier at any time and flow to the bed.

The usual blood crystals were definitely not as thick as they are now, and the terrifyingly thick blood made him feel a little uneasy in his heart for the first time, so he hesitated and didn't directly use this thing to cultivate as usual.

He didn't perceive any threat from it, nor did he feel anything unusual from it, he just felt uneasy in the center of the underworld, although it was just a plain feeling, but as a warrior who licked blood with a knife, he didn't dare to ignore this intuition, because this was something that had been fought out of the sea of swords and blood thousands of times, and it had made him escape death several times.

Qi Zhou sat on this couch, his eyes bloodshot, and finally, he still chose to trust his instincts. Anyway, this thing has already reached his hands, and the blood in it will not dissipate for a while, so let's wait and see for a few days before making a decision.

Qi Zhou raised his hand and put the blood crystal in front of him into the storage magic weapon on his body, but outside the window at this time, there was a sound of a rooster announcing the dawn, and when he turned his head to look, there was already a ray of morning light in the sky.

Qi Zhou stood up from the bed, although he had no sleep all night, he had cultivated his body after all, and he patrolled the city last night, so he didn't need to go to the camp to supervise and practice today, so he could naturally rest for a long time.

Getting up and walking to the table, he looked at the white porcelain wine jug on the table, and the troubles in his eyes seemed to dissipate.

After a little hesitation, he sat down at the table, took out a bottle of wine out of nowhere, and poured the jug slowly, and as the wine entered the glass, a mellow fragrance permeated the barracks.