Looking at the backs of the Blood Rakshasa and Ning Han in the distance, Qu Yan's expression showed a hint of resentment. Ning Han walked with the Blood Rakshasa for a long time, almost crossing the entire mountain peak.

But the Blood Rakshasa could feel more and more intense spiritual power.

Finally, the two of them walked out of the pavilion built in the cave and came outside.

What appeared in front of them was a cliff.

This is a real cliff.

The entire cliff is as if it has been split by a giant axe, straight up and down, smooth and vertical.

However, a trace of spiritual power poured out from this cliff.

Finally feeling the long-lost spiritual power, the expression of the Blood Rakshasa couldn't help but get excited.

She pressed her hands against the cliff, feeling the feeling of spiritual power pouring back into her body, and her body, which had been dead and silent since coming to this continent, seemed to come back to life!

When I was in the Xuan Spiritual Cultivation Realm, the world was full of spiritual power, and cultivators never knew how to use it, but never cherished it.

Now that she came to this Guwu Continent, she realized what a beautiful thing it was to have spiritual power.

Looking at the always experienced Blood Rakshasa with a childlike happy look on his face, Ning Han was a little stunned, and couldn't help but smile with her.

After the initial excitement of discovering spiritual power, the Blood Rakshasa gradually calmed down.

Because she found that the spiritual power seeping out of this cliff was too little.

For a person like her who is at the level of Luo Jin Shangxian, the spiritual power exuded here is not even enough for her to stuff her teeth.

"This can't work, there is too little spiritual power here."

Blood Rakshasa frowned, shook his head, and said.

"Since the spiritual power came out from here, didn't you try to break through the mountain wall and find the source of the spiritual power?"

The Blood Rakshasa turned around and asked Ning Han.

"How could it not be."

Ning Han shook his head, looking a little helpless, and pointed to a place for the Blood Rakshasa to see.

"Look here, and there, it's all traces of excavation."

The Blood Rakshasa looked in the direction that Ning Han was pointing, and sure enough, the mountain was cut deep through.

"Well, isn't it ......?"

"Nothing."

Ning Han shook his head.

"The Yin Yang Palace has tried it in the past generations, and it has even been chiseled through this cliff, but when it comes to the other end, there is nothing, let alone find more spiritual power, and the spiritual power is directly gone!"

"How so?"

The Blood Rakshasa was disappointed.

"So, I can't help but speculate that our Guwu Continent doesn't have spiritual power, but why is it here?"

As he spoke, Ning Han paused and turned his head to look at the Blood Rakshasa, "But after you appeared, I had an idea. ”

"What thoughts?"

Blood Rakshasa asked.

"You are not of this world. What about these spiritual powers? ”

Ning Han stroked the cliff, "Isn't it from this world?" ”

The Blood Rakshasa recognized the fact that there was only such a trace of spiritual power, and the previous joy was swept away, in exchange for inexplicable melancholy.

However, something is better than nothing.

The Blood Rakshasa stayed in the Yin Yang Palace, absorbing spiritual power day and night to replenish the body.

The Blood Rakshasa cultivated frantically day and night for seven days, but she didn't know that these seven days had made her the target of everyone, and everyone in the Yin Yang Palace complained about her.

Because since the Blood Rakshasa went to the cliff behind the Yin-Yang Palace, they no longer felt a trace of spiritual power.

Obviously, the spiritual power oozing from the cliff can cover the entire Yin-Yang Palace, and they can all cultivate in the house, but now it seems that in other places in the Guwu Continent, there is no spiritual power at all.