Phew!

In an instant, Qingji's mind returned to clarity. I only feel that my body is up and down, and a sense of subtlety and transparency arises. The whole person is fluttering and comfortable.

Qingji almost didn't know what happened just now. It was only when the last miserable scream of the Beiyou Ancestor sounded that Qingji opened his eyes.

happened to see the only remaining head of the other party, and under the light of the milky white light, it turned into ashes.

Seeing this scene, Rao was bold, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

Qingji stretched out his hands, seeing that he was bathed in this *milky* white light, but he was safe and sound. did not turn into ashes like the Northern Shadow Ancestor, and couldn't help but be secretly surprised.

"Whew!"

A furry thing pounces in front of him and rubs hard against his legs.

"Little Tiger!"

Qingji shouted in surprise.

"Whoa!"

Xiaohu shook his head, his spirits lifted.

Its entire body was also wrapped in soft white light, and the bleeding on its neck had long since stopped. Even the original cracked fur didn't know when it would heal as before, and there was not even the slightest scar.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Xiaohu pulled Qingji's *pants* feet with his mouth.

"Huh? What's that? ”

Qingji looked in the direction pulled by the little tiger, and saw that in the depths of the milky white light, a small stone snail was lying quietly on the ground. It's only the size of your thumb, and it's delicate and cute.

He walked over, picked it up, and placed it in the palm of his hand. In an instant, the light that enveloped him and Xiaohu disappeared all at once.

The mountains and forests returned to darkness, and only the small stone snail in his palm, which was as warm as jade, still emitted a glowing white light.

"Everything just now, because of it?"

Qingji looked at the stone snail in a daze. This was originally the thing on the body of the Northern Shadow Ancestor. For some reason, he ended up saving his life.

"Pick up the baby!"

At this moment, no matter how stupid people are, they will understand that this stone snail must be an amazing treasure. Moreover, this black-clothed old man who called himself the Ancestor of the Northern Shadow was obviously also an amazing martial arts power.

Miraculously killed a fierce giant, Qing Ji felt an unreal dream in his heart.

He raised his eyes and looked around, and the night was quiet in the forest. Except for the occasional chirping of mountain birds, there is no half of a figure.

At the moment, he took the stone snail into his arms and carefully hid it in front of his *chest*.

Next, I found a stone chip and dug a big hole in the ground. He took off the black robe that hung on the bushes, and burned the stone to make a fire. It was burned to ashes and buried deep in the pit.

There was a clanging sound, and something fell from the black robe. It rolled a few times on the rocks, making a crisp metallic sound.

Qing Ji looked at it intently, it was a black and secluded ring, which was obviously also a relic of the Northern Youyou Ancestor.

Qingji hesitated for a while, but still picked it up and hid it in his clothes.

Although the actions of the Northern Shadow Ancestor were extremely evil, the aura of the strong man exuded from his body was really like an abyss and a sea, shocking people's hearts.

That kind of shadowless and invisible coercion, he had only felt it slightly in his life on the body of the barking holy beast.

In addition, even Wu Hong, who was known as the strongest man in the Lingyu Department, and the two young men and women of the Qing clan's great clan that day, were far inferior.

For such a fierce person, what is left behind is not small?

Qingji took the ring and buried the bloodstained dirt on the ground in the pit.

After leveling, some grass and thorns were used to cover it. After carefully handling the scene, I took a closer look, and felt that unless someone came here to take a look, it would be difficult to see the flaws.

When the spring flowers bloom and the plants and trees grow, the last trace will disappear.

At that time, except for him and Xiaohu, naturally no one knew what the place of the Northern Shadow Ancestor was here.

After doing this, Qingji Fang breathed a sigh of relief. At the moment, he and Xiaohu followed the way they came.

Along the way, I thought about everything that had happened before, and I felt thrilling and suddenly like a dream.

Turning back to the two peaks, the small village at the foot of the mountain was in sight, and the anxiety in Qingji's heart gradually subsided.

However, at the moment when he was about to enter the village, Qingji suddenly stopped, and his face was full of shocked expressions.

Xiaohu didn't know what was going on, so he hurriedly ran to his side and rubbed his huge head against him.

"Little Tiger! Hahaha...... Little Tiger ...... I was promoted...... I was promoted...... Hahahaha......"

Qingji laughed heartily.

"Is this the second product of open source? It's wonderful! It's wonderful! Hahahaha......"

Dancing and ecstatic.

Qing Ji couldn't believe that he was indistinguishable from the source qi of heaven and earth, and he resonated with each other.

There had never been such a moment when he felt that martial arts promotion could be so refreshing......

…………

Qingji had a dream.

The world is vast, and the white dew is across the river. He stepped on the void and stood proudly above the rushing river.

His opponent was a peerless power that was ten times more fierce than the Northern Shadow Ancestor.

However, with his move "Xuan Poor Tail Swing", the fierce fist power was earth-shattering, shaking the void and rewinding.

The powerful and incomparable opponent was beaten down by him in the middle of the river with a shocked face.

Qingji flicked his sleeves, as if he had done something insignificant. He turned around and flew towards the depths of the void.

At this moment, the momentum exuded by his body was like an endless sea, rolling and surging, and unpredictable. It has even surpassed the Barking Sacred Beast.

But the next moment, I only heard the rumbling and shaking of the depths of the void. A huge black palm stretched out, and with a terrifying aura of destruction of everything, it slapped it on his head.

"No!"

Even in a dream, Qingji couldn't help but tremble in his soul, and his whole life felt a sense of powerlessness to the extreme.

"Boom!"

Without any suspense, he was slapped into powder by the giant black hand.

"Fortunately, it's a dream, otherwise how could there really be such a terrifying power between heaven and earth?"

Qingji rolled over in shock and let out a long breath.

Outside the window, he subconsciously touched his chest.

The touch as warm as jade told him that the little stone snail was still there. The fluctuation of the source qi of the second product also shows that everything experienced last night is not illusory.

"Hey, Xuan Qian wags his tail? In my dream, I actually used the tail swing? How can it be! ”

Qingji's body shook suddenly, and the scene in the dream flashed in his mind at this moment.

"The power of this punch swept the heavens and the earth, swept through the void, and crushed everything with an invincible attitude!

When do I ...... When have you ever learned such an invincible boxing technique? Don't...... Isn't everything in the dream false......"

Qingji was stunned and recalled the punch in his dream.

No matter in his past or present life, such a terrifying fist technique that destroys the world and the earth, he has absolutely never seen it, and even never heard of it.

The name of this punch in the dream is also "Xuan Poor Swinging Tail". Could it be that he has been consulting and comprehending "Xuanqiao Battle Spectrum" for several days, so that he thinks too much and dreams at night?

But thinking back to all the changes in this move, the use of strength, and even the fist force, it seems that everything is in my heart.

It seems that he has really mastered a terrifying fist technique that is extremely powerful.