Yongdu.

Imperial City, Tianqing Palace.

The aura is pervasive, and the fairy mist is shrouded.

One side of the Tianqing Palace, like a fairyland.

"Uhhh

Tianqing Palace, in the depths, on the top floor of a thirty-story pavilion, a figure suddenly appeared.

It is a middle-aged man, wearing a black water robe, with dragon patterns entwined, between his eyebrows, revealing a supreme domineering spirit, stepping on the pavilion and looking at the sky, it seems that he can penetrate everything.

And he is the ruler of the Dayong Dynasty, the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

With one hand behind his back, his eyes fell on the looming unicorn phantom in the sky, and his brows were furrowed.

"Hum~"

At this moment, the air on the top floor of the pavilion shook, like a stone cast on the surface of a calm lake, causing ripples, and in the next second, another figure appeared in front of the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

Dressed in white, with black hair and a shawl, a powerful aura rippling.

"Qilin is in the world, what does Aiqing think?"

The Emperor of the Apocalypse did not look back, and asked with his back to the middle-aged man in white.

The middle-aged man in white also looked at the heavenly dome, looked at the phantom of the unicorn manifested in the depths of the heavenly dome, pondered slightly, and said: "Your Majesty, according to the minister, this is not a true immortal qilin, if the true immortal qilin breaks into Yongdu, my Dayong's luck will inevitably produce turmoil, but now there is not the slightest turmoil, the minister feels that this should just be a vision of something related to the qilin."

"Oh?"

The Emperor of the Apocalypse turned around and looked at the middle-aged man in white in front of him, "What you said makes some sense."

"But I think I have to check it out if there is such a big movement, what do you think?"

"What Your Majesty said is extremely true, and the minister will send someone." The man in white nodded.

"Go ahead, the Heavenly Supervisor will monitor everything, I don't want heresy to appear, otherwise, it will be your dereliction of duty."

Looking at the man in white, the Emperor of the Apocalypse said lightly.

"Obey the Emperor's decree." The man in white gave up.

Then, the body of the man in white quickly disappeared into the pavilion like mist.

At the same time, the vision of the heavenly dome also collapsed in an instant, and everything returned to calm.

Standing in place, the Emperor of the Apocalypse looked at the sky from afar, his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the heavens and the earth, and after a long time, he came back to his senses.

"Someone."

The voice sounded in the empty pavilion, and in the next second, a man dressed in black appeared in the pavilion out of thin air, knelt on one knee, and bowed his head:

"In!"

"Master Xuanlu has arrived at the Qiankun Palace, I have something important!"

"Whoa!"

The man in black responded, and in the next second, the figure disappeared out of thin air.

……

The vision of the heavenly vault is gone.

But the city of Yongdu has already exploded.

The vision of the unicorn appearing in the world shocked all the cultivators.

For a time, it became the hottest topic in Yongdu.

Some people believe that this is an auspicious omen, and some people believe that the appearance of the unicorn is a sign of calamity and will shake the luck of the Dayong Dynasty.

Accounts differ and opinions vary.

——

In the room, Fang Zheng sat cross-legged on the bed.

The white skin turned red like a soldering iron at this moment.

The 108,000 pores around him breathed, and a white mist filled the room.

The 'mist' derived from the powerful qi and blood, if anyone does this again, they will definitely be surprised.

On the bed, Fang Zheng was motionless.

The whole body is red, as if it has been transformed into a soldering iron.

A powerful high-temperature aura overflowed from his body, and the room was blazing.

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, it is like a sculpture, not moving.

The pores around the body are constantly spewing out white gas, and there is more mist in the room.

……

The moon rises into the sky, and night falls.

In the room, Fang Zheng, who had not moved for a long time, finally had a hint of reaction.

His eyes opened instantly, and in the next second, the mist that filled the room seemed to be pulled by some kind of tud, and all of it returned to his body along his pores.

Skin that is as red as a soldering iron instantly changes to its normal skin color.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, Fang Zheng moved, and then got off the bed.

"Crackling~"

As soon as he landed, there was a sound like stir-fried beans in his body.

Moved arms and arms.

The sound is even stronger.

Within the body, the powerful power of qi and blood roamed, and the derived mana was also several times more than before.

From the beginning of the ninth grade, it instantly jumped to the peak of the ninth grade, and it was only one step away from the eighth grade.

"It's worthy of the true blood of the Qilin, just swallowing it, it has such an effect."

After moving the muscles and bones of the whole body, Fang Zheng felt refreshed.

The strength in the body is very strong, and the previous weakness is also swept away.

Compared with before, it is completely a gap between heaven and earth.

The mana derived from the qi and blood in the body has skyrocketed more than ten times, and the loss of essence and blood has already made up for it.

For the first time, Fang Zheng felt that he could break the sky with one punch.

Of course, this is still his hallucination after all.

But it's also a rebirth.

At least, among the nine grades, his current qi and blood mana is even more terrifying than the children of the family who have taken all kinds of spiritual objects all year round.

And that's just the beginning.

The power of Qilin's true blood is far more powerful than imagined.

A divine beast that is on par with the true dragon, a drop of true blood, its power is very terrifying.

After calming down, I became familiar with the power of the surge in my body.

Fang Zheng used his mana to probe the true blood in his body.

In the body, deep in the heart, the Qilin true blood condensed and lurked in his heart.

A powerful aura overflowed from the Qilin True Blood.

Fang Zheng felt that if he could completely refine the Qilin True Blood, let alone break through the eighth grade, even the sixth grade would not be an extravagant hope.

Every time the heart beats, the Qilin True Blood in the depths of the atrium transmits a force that spreads throughout the body.

His own qi and blood are growing rapidly, which is far better than taking any big tonic pills.

"Absorb naturally, I'm afraid I don't have more than ten years of hard work, don't think about refining."

Retracting his thoughts, Fang Zheng exhaled.

Ninety-nine percent of the strength of the Qilin's true blood was there, and the changes in the body were only transformed by that one percent of the true blood.

The more power in the true blood still needs him to work hard to refine.

When it is naturally refined, the daylily is cold.

In a world where evil is rampant, the devil knows if an accident will come to the door.

Absorbing the true blood, completely forging your own supreme Dao foundation, and using the power of the true blood for your own use, this is the point.

Thoughts are like electricity, and Founder instantly outlines a blueprint.

"Absorb it slowly first, and then find a way to ......"

Sure in his heart, Fang Zheng sat on the bed again, running his mental method, mana wandering, and began to absorb slowly.

——

The night passed.

Day 2.

In the early morning, Fang Zheng opened his eyes quietly.

In one night, he didn't grow much.

But the breath has stabilized.

In the atrium, the true blood of the unicorn is still intact.

In one night, he didn't absorb much True Blood power.

According to this pattern, absorbing true blood and forging a supreme Dao foundation, he still has a long way to go.

The main reason is that his own mental method is too low-level.

The techniques practiced by Fang Zheng are all a kind of rotten streets.

The high-level magic trick is not something that his little jailer can bear.

If you want advanced techniques, you must first have resources.

The first place in resources is wealth.

The price of a high-level recipe is far from what he can afford.

"The trick doesn't work, if it goes on like this, I'm afraid it will be more dangerous the longer it goes!"

Getting off the bed, Fang Zheng frowned.

Qilin True Blood, now ninety-nine percent of the power has not been absorbed.

He used half of his mana to barely cover the breath of true blood overflowing.

If you meet a high-level immortal cultivator.

I'm afraid his tricks will be dangerous.

The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty!

Although it has been reborn now, this strength, in Yongdu, is still a low-level person.

Yongdu City, you can bump into the big guy casually.

Yesterday's vision, he knows.

If it is known that there is Qilin true blood in his body, then he can still live?

It's okay to divide the corpses of the five horses......