Divine beasts are innate with great strength and long lifespans, and because of this, their growth cycle is extremely long, and every increase in strength is extremely laborious.

The fire unicorn is like this, and the divine dragon is also in its infancy.

It's just that the divine dragon lives longer than the fire unicorn and is stronger.

Song Zhe didn't suffer any injuries in the battle just now, except that his fingers were still a little uncomfortable, and the true qi in his body was consumed by seventy percent.

As he expected, one blow worked.

Song Zhe quickly pulled out a long sword from behind his back.

The sword is shiny and made from the finest ore. In addition to those divine weapons, it can already be called a good sword.

Song Zhe left in a hurry and didn't have much time to prepare, so he could only use this sword to make do.

The fire qilin died, and the flames burning on his body naturally subsided. Song Zhe used his sword to cut the limbs of the Fire Qilin while picking up the bottle to collect his blood.

After half an hour of hard work, the fire qilin only left the internal organs that had been stirred into meat sauce by Song Zhe's strength.

The scales of the fire unicorn had collected a large bag, and the bones were as large as a sack. It's just that a lot of Qilin blood has flowed to the ground, and Song Zhe only collected two bottles.

The jade bottle here can hold half a liter.

Looking at the blood in the bottle that was still at an alarming temperature, Song Zhe thought about it, raised his head and dried up the unicorn blood inside.

As soon as the qilin blood entered its mouth, it turned into a blazing flame and surged towards Song Zhe's limbs and hundreds of remains. Song Zhe's face turned red quickly, he didn't expect this game to be so violent.

Song Zhe hurriedly meditated cross-legged, ran the exercises, and guided that heat constantly, introducing it into the Zhou Tian cycle of his own cultivation, and through the Zhou Tian cycle, he turned it into a part of his own strength.

This time it was indeed a bit reckless.

Song Zhe originally thought that the Qilin blood was at best a kind of bloodline power, and he shouldn't feel anything when he drank it in his stomach. Who would have thought that this situation would occur, there was a powerful power in the blood, and Song Zhe could only avoid being burned to death by the blood of the unicorn by devoting himself to meditation.

Of course, there are always risks and opportunities.

By constantly refining the Qilin blood through the continuous operation of the exercises, Song Zhe has refined the power in it, making his exercises improve again on the original basis.

He suddenly entered the state of perfection on the twelfth layer, and he only needed to go one step further to enter the thirteenth layer.

Song Zhe slowly called it a day, and at this moment he suddenly felt a little weird.

It stands to reason that Fengyun is the son of luck, there is a great opportunity, and his martial arts have risen in a few years, and he soon became the strongest group of people in the world.

As a result, today, Song Zhe found that his fate did not seem to be bad.

The blood of the Fire Qilin helped him improve his cultivation, and the scale bones could also become a good refining material, not to mention, the things that the Fire Qilin guarded were not simple.

Song Zhe didn't plan to seize the dragon vein, it should be too evil.

It's good to have a Snow Drink Crazy Knife, Song Zhe did have such a thought, but once he loses the Snow Drink Crazy Knife, can Nie Feng still become a member of the Dragon Slayer Seven?

It's not that people are not greedy, but in order to obtain greater benefits, they must know how to let go of some things.

Song Zhe felt that today's harvest was good, far better than he expected.

Carrying his bags, Song Zhe carefully sensed the surroundings, and then quickly walked out of the Lingyun Cave.

The so-called principle of darkness under the lamp, Song Zhe buried a material at the foot of the Buddha statue.

After doing all this, his eyes flickered, his brain turned quickly, and finally decided not to interfere with the affairs of the world anymore.

As the deputy leader of the Tianxia Association, he has since disappeared from everyone's sight.

Xiongba sent a lot of masters, but they couldn't find any clues about Song Zhe. The killing of the fire unicorn in the Huolin Cave was discovered, and then it caused different reactions from all forces.

And what about Song Zhe?

At this time, he ran to a mountain village on the edge of the west, built a wooden house in the mountain village, and began to live a life of sunrise and sunset.

His martial arts cultivation has improved too quickly, coupled with the demonic intent contained in the Qilin blood, Song Zhe is not calming down his state of mind at this time, and it is very likely that he will go mad.

"Uncle Mu, do you think the kite I made looks good?" A girl of fourteen or fifteen years old stood in front of Song Zhe with a kite, waiting for Song Zhe's praise.

Song Zhe is also helpless, he is a man in his forties, and he has experienced three worlds, and he really has no love for this kind of Lori. He didn't understand, what was wrong with the children now, leaving the group of young and energetic young men in the distance not looking, and insisting on him, what kind of thing was this!

"Uncle Mu, isn't it good-looking?" The girl pouted and squirmed.

The corners of Song Zhe's mouth twitched, and he replied indifferently: "The kite skeleton is too rough, the left and right are unbalanced, and it is easy to lose balance when flying into the sky." In addition, what kind of play are you pasting, there are holes everywhere, how to fly when the time comes? And the pig pictured above, it's too thin. ”

It can be said that Song Zhe's evaluation is unceremonious, and this kite is said to be worthless in his eyes.

The girl was a little aggrieved, and lowered her head with a ruddy face and whispered in defense: "That's a tiger, not a pig." ”

"Since you know that you have painted a tiger as a pig, why don't you go and practice painting, what are you doing here!" Song Zhe knocked on the door of the girl's head.

The girl held her head, stuck out her tongue, and disappeared with the four-like kite.

There are a total of 21 families in the village, and Song Zhe is the only one of these 21 families who can read and write.

In this era, people's respect for knowledge has reached a certain height, and as long as they know a little bit of writing, they will be treated as guests.

Song Zhe naturally got the high opinion of the villagers, so in his spare time, Song Zhe would teach this group of children some knowledge.

Of course, it's not those things that don't matter, that thing doesn't have any practical value at all, and besides, Song Zhe won't either. What he gives to his children is some life knowledge that can make their lives better in the future.

Unconsciously, three years passed in a flash, and Song Zhe successfully entered the thirteenth layer of the Burning Sun Jue.

The breakthrough didn't bring him any joy because he met someone he didn't want to see on this day.

Song Zhe looked at the old man with a hunched back in front of him, and the nerves in his whole body tensed.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Where is it uncomfortable? The old man looked at Song Zhe with a concerned expression.

Song Zhe took a deep breath, knowing that sometimes he couldn't hide if he wanted to.

"Shakti."

Although it was only three words, the old man's eyes were shining, his originally hunched back stopped, and the turbidity in his eyes disappeared.

In just an instant, Emperor Shakti completed his transformation from an old man on the verge of death and a martial arts master.