Sheng Ping thought for a while, and finally shook his head.

"The old man has never heard of such a place, but that doesn't mean there isn't."

He nodded again:

"Look at the ...... you've drawn The patterns you draw are not people, but mixed blood. ”

"You see, this one, with horns on his head, is a human body, a half-demon, and this one is even black in blood, which seems to be an ancient demon vein, but the ancient demon has wings on his back, but he doesn't, so it's about a half-demon."

"Moreover, the purebred ancient demon lineage has long been extinct in the wasteland continent, and only exists in some old ancient books."

"And this, half of the body is hidden, but it's not a heavenly remnant, so it's a half-ghost!"

"So, if the old man guessed correctly, this is a gathering place of mixed blood."

Sheng Ping closed the jade slip and made a conclusion.

"Actually, mixed bloodlines are nothing, there are quite a few of them in our wasteland continent, and even the old man has traveled abroad and met such people."

"Don't you know Ji Mu? It is said that their family has the blood of Shenkun. ”

"Legend has it that from the bloodline of the Shenkun, they have obtained some magical powers, so the Ji family has a transcendent status in the Xuanchen Gate."

It's just that what kind of supernatural power is subordinate to one of the unsolved mysteries of the wasteland continent.

Therefore, in fact, having the blood of other races is a good thing most of the time.

At least, what Sheng Ping heard in his ears were some kind of half-demon body or half-demon bloodline people, either with great magical powers, or with extremely fast cultivation.

Speaking of which, Sheng Ping suddenly remembered that Sheng Hongyi's cultivation speed was also extremely fast.

But the Sheng family doesn't have any demonic blood.

This idea was only fleeting, and it was vetoed by Sheng Ping himself.

"A gathering place of mixed blood?" Sheng Hongyi was at a loss.

There is also one of her sisters, Sheng Hongyi can't convince herself no matter what, this is an irrelevant dream.

Sheng Ping stretched out his hand and said:

"Let's show the old man first, what is the current situation of the divine sense?"

Sheng Hongyi stepped forward, relaxed her mind, and let her master's thoughts wander around her sea of consciousness.

Sheng Ping was completely relieved at this point.

No matter how weird this thing is, Sheng Hongyi's divine consciousness strength is indeed greater than before, according to Sheng Ping's rough estimation, this divine consciousness strength is used to build the foundation, and it is actually enough.

His surprised eyes flashed, and he really couldn't give a reason to convince Sheng Hongyi and himself, so he said:

"The old man can't tell if this is a blessing in disguise or some kind of epiphany."

"All in all, you have a great opportunity, and the strength of your divine consciousness has reached the level of a monk in the early stage of foundation building."

Speaking of this, he knocked on the table with the jade slip, and couldn't help but remind again:

"You don't have to worry about the dream, the future will be long, and the old man will also help you inquire if there is any news about this, and now the top priority is to build your foundation."

"The strengthening of the divine consciousness can only ensure that when you use the Tsuki-dan to impact the foundation-building, the protection of the divine consciousness will be increased."

In other words, the risk of encountering a storm of consciousness has been reduced.

"In addition to the storm of divine consciousness, if the meridians are shattered because they can't withstand too strong aura, then you are still dead."

"So,"

Sheng Ping smiled at Sheng Hongyi, but he didn't smile:

"Now that the problem of divine consciousness has been satisfactorily solved, in order for the old man not to have no apprentices, the old man will focus more on your cultivation in the future."

It is said that the closer the cultivation is to the foundation building, the lower the danger when the foundation is built.

Today's incident and Sheng Hongyi's state when he was cultivating made Sheng Ping feel that his apprentice was really not forced, and the more forced he was, maybe he would be a little surprised.

In the past, he thought that it would be impossible for Sheng Hongyi to build a foundation within half a year, but now he doesn't think so, it would be best if he could only use one Zhuji Dan.

Sheng Hongyi sighed in his heart, how can he stare at this? I won't even let her sleep.

I don't know when Master's energy will pass, after all, she will go out to tell hexagrams in the future, if Master is always staring at her, she will have to talk more.

After Sheng Ping finished speaking, he stood up, he glanced Sheng Hongyi up and down, and said:

"Packed? Let's go to Mullet City now. ”

Mullet Rain City, one of Sheng Yunying's residences outside.

After that, Sheng Ping's wide sleeves were spread, and two double knives with double spikes floated in front of the two.

Sheng Hongyi: This is the first time I have seen Sheng Ping's natal magic weapon.

She knew that Master's natal magic weapon seemed to be a sword.

Unexpectedly, it was still a double knife!

The look of surprise in her eyes could barely be hidden.

Really, I always feel that this rough and domineering double knife does not match Sheng Ping's temperament.

Sheng Ping glanced at Sheng Hongyi's strange face, and asked angrily:

"What's wrong?"

Sheng Hongyi scratched her head, she didn't want to say it, but under Sheng Ping's deterrent gaze, she still said it hesitantly.

Of course, she is not stupid, she still tries to say things nicely and flatteringly.

Sheng Ping listened, but he sneered, mercilessly satirizing the rebel, and was completely unmoved by her flattery:

"If the old man is seen through by a rebel like you, then about a few hundred years will be in vain."

Sheng Hongyi: "......"

Since Sheng Ping turned on her skills the night before yesterday, she has been like a wild horse that has escaped and can never be recovered.

Sheng Ping glanced at the sky, and the daily test was also a difficult rebel:

"I'll have a handle, you'll have a handle, stand on the knife and we'll go."

Sheng Hongyi's eyes widened suddenly.

What are you kidding, only the Zhuji monk can fly with a sword, and the Jindan monk can stand in the air and ride the clouds.

This knife is surrounded by the wind, and it can't be regarded as a normal flying magic weapon at all.

Although she is not afraid of heights, this is too much.

Without waiting for Sheng Hongyi to refuse, Sheng Ping's mocking voice came again:

"Don't have the guts to do that? Do you still want to build a foundation? ”

"Can the old man still let you plant it? I see you ......"

"Master, it's not too early, let's go!"

Before Sheng Ping finished speaking, Sheng Hongyi had already gritted her teeth and stood on the knife close to her!

Instead of listening to Master's broken thoughts, she might as well go directly, anyway, the result is the same, since Sheng Ping has decided this matter, she has to control the knife herself no matter what.

Moreover, what the master said is right, she has no courage at all, what else is she talking about building a foundation!

Moreover, her master's knife mouth and tofu heart will never watch her become an upside-down onion...... Right?!

Sheng Ping snorted, glared at Sheng Hongyi, didn't say anything, and stood on the other knife.

The two of them are one in front of the other.

Sheng Hongyi only felt that the big knife under his feet hummed, and then rushed straight up, Sheng Hongyi only felt that the blood in his whole body was also rushing to the Heavenly Spirit Cover, breaking through the skull, and going straight to the sky.

Instinctively, her whole body aura surged wildly, condensed into silk, and she wanted to tie herself to the knife in order to stabilize herself.

She had no distractions at this time, and she didn't have any thoughts of relying on anyone.

Under extreme pressure, she had only one thought in her head, and that was to save herself.