Through the first actual battle, he could clearly feel that there was a kind of imprisonment in the underworld, which limited his use of the Qilin Devour, which was most likely related to the concentration of his Qilin essence blood.

To put it bluntly, even if you are proficient in training, at most it is just a matter of sucking speed and retraction and release, if you want to reach the level of the Qilin True Spirit in the past, at least before the power of the bloodline is improved, I am afraid that it will be difficult to improve the power again.

Moreover, if the opponent has protective means such as a body protection spirit shield, I am afraid that it will be difficult for this unicorn to break the defense.

Of course, this is also his speculation, but Rao is so, Qingyun is already satisfied, don't be greedy if you have such an ability to defy the sky, if you just let him keep killing, even if he doesn't fall into the Demon Dao, sooner or later he will suppress the toxins that he can't absorb because of the instability of the Dao heart, and finally he will die of poison but still die.

Ability is only a means, but the process and destination need to stick to one's own heart.

Qingyun has been cultivated by his father, who is a powerful returnee, and the teacher of the Imperial Wind Realm, and he has imperceptibly reached this state of mind, which is not comparable to the young monks who have just arrived in the Immortal Sect.

Ma Wang on the side was still trembling, and the instant aging of his body made him unable to adapt to it for a while, and even the saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth fell on his clothes, and he didn't notice it.

Qingyun knew in his heart that the Qilin Devouring had not actually devoured this Ma Wang's vitality, otherwise he would have been wiped out a long time ago, and he did not destroy Ma Wang's Dao Ji, what he absorbed was just his spiritual power.

Although the vitality has passed, if he is given a period of time, his cultivation can also be restored to the same as before, in case the prosperity of heaven breaks through the realm, it may not be able to increase longevity.

What's more, Qingyun found that for Ma Wang's divine soul power, he could only devour it to a star and a half, no wonder Xiao Qi didn't mention letting him kill a few more enemies to absorb the power of the divine soul at that time, but just asked him to go directly to find some heavenly and earthly treasures that nourished the divine soul, it seems that he had already guessed this possibility.

Although the ability to devour all things is against the sky, it must also have a corresponding cultivation realm, and it may even be supported by the concentration of blood, which is the biggest drawback of Qingyun at present, and it is also the reason why he is eager to join the sect to practice, because there are Xuangong techniques to learn, and there are opportunities to learn from his senior brothers.

When Qingyun opened his eyes again, the sinuous blood line in the center of his eyebrows had long since disappeared, and the aura around his body had slowly calmed down. He froze, staring calmly at Ma Wang, who was still muttering to himself, and sighed in his heart.

He wanted to learn from the condescending tone that Ma Wang had taught him earlier, saying the first and then the last, and sarcastically mocking him.

But he thought about it for a long time, but he still didn't say half a word after all.

Now that Ma Wang has changed from a knife to a fish on the board, why should he be humiliated by him? He already hates Ma Wang, but if he learns from Ma Wang's method, won't he become the person he once hated?

After another half an hour, Ma Wanghuo raised his head, and looked at the handsome and upright young man in front of him with burning eyes, but his cloudy eyes could no longer see the look contained in it, and his voice opened his mouth in an old voice:

"Fellow Daoist, in fact, you don't need to call me a senior, we are also spiritual guidance realm cultivators, we are equal friends. ”

Ma Wang's voice had become calmer, but he couldn't help but make Qingyun stunned.

Qingyun thought that Ma Wang would kneel and beg for mercy, and he also thought that he would speak ill of himself, but he really didn't expect that Ma Wang's first words would be these words, and there was no luck in his tone, so he nodded slowly and acquiesced.

At this time, Ma Wang moved his gaze from Qingyun's face to the wound on his chest, where the bleeding had stopped, and the wound was slowly healing, and then he didn't pay attention to it anymore, but said to himself:

"Master is just such an apprentice as me, treat me as if I am my own child, if the Taoist friends agree, I am willing to give my treasure bag to the Taoist friends and kill myself on the spot, only ask the Taoist friends to bring my baguette back to my master. There is no need for the Taoist to hand it over to the old man in person, just ask the Taoist to insert the baguette in front of the mountain gate, if it is convenient, please wait a while, I will leave a letter now, informing him that the old man's unscrupulous disciples have obtained the treasure with Qi Fei and gone away to the end of the world. ”

It seems that with the loss of a large amount of vitality, Ma Wang's body trembled a little as if he was overwhelmed, and he didn't propose anything to be a ghost, and if he died, he would die, and it didn't make much sense if he didn't understand.

It's just the same as Qi Fei's choice, he still has a last wish, a last wish that he knows he can't fulfill, but a wish is a wish after all, and being able to make it is better than despair.

He suddenly felt that he was very funny, and he had refused Qi Fei's same request not long ago, but now he had said something similar to Qi Fei.

"The world is impermanent! ”

Ma Wang gasped a few times and laughed softly.

Immediately, he took out the pen and paper from the treasure bag, and regardless of Qingyun's denial, he just wrote a few words in such a loud voice, without half a hint of concealment.

Looking at Ma Wang's calm and serene face, Qingyun even had an illusion, this Ma Wang looked quite kind when he was old, and he had the feeling of an old man smoking dry cigarettes at the entrance of the village, which seemed to be different from the cultivation realm he knew just now.

waited silently until Ma Wang finished writing, and then Qingyun slowly spoke, with a hint of polite question in his tone:

"Ma Daoyou, why don't you fight to the death? Your Daoji is not injured, but the spiritual power is dissipated, and now I believe that you have also recovered a trace of spiritual power, with the suppression of the small realm, I believe that even if I don't die, I will be seriously injured by you. ”

Qingyun's words were doubtful first, and secondly, he really couldn't do it, now Ma Wang has no power to restrain the chicken, if he is allowed to kill this person, there will always be a hurdle in his heart that he can't pass.

It's better to give him time to recover some, in this way, according to Ma Wang's character, once he recovers some strength, he will definitely fight him, and he can feel more at ease, although the "old man" on the opposite side has just killed himself once.

But surprisingly, although Qingyun did not explicitly agree, a smile of relief suddenly bloomed on Ma Wang's old face, even though it was not very good-looking, but it gave people a strange feeling of warmth.

I only heard him smile and say:

"Hahaha, thank you Daoyou for your success, I have known Qi Fei for nearly 20 years, if you can, please also ask Daoyou to bury me with him, but if Daoyou is troublesome, then cremate together, we monks don't want to be clean after death, I have to go to him quickly!"

After speaking, in Qingyun's stunned expression, this Ma Wang first wiped the essence blood mark on his treasure bag by himself, and then threw it on the ground casually, and then shouted violently:

"Daoist friends look at the move!"

After speaking, he lifted his remaining spiritual power, and with a terrifying momentum of death and life, he suddenly rushed towards Qingyun, who had not yet reacted.

It's just that it stands to reason that he shouldn't have reminded Qingyun to take the initiative to fortify, but he didn't think that he would shout first before making a move.

Without the support of spiritual power, Ma Wang's attack speed was a few points faster than that of ordinary old men, Qingyun had already recovered from Fang Cai's stunned in the blink of an eye, and then held a hairpin knife in his hand, calmly put on a posture, wanting to fight the other party to the death.

"Ma Wang, Ma Wang, since you are like this, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Qingyun's heart was full of energy, even if he didn't know any exercises, he couldn't let the enemy see that it wasn't, but something that surprised him even more happened.

As Ma Wang approached, he keenly sensed that although the other party was like thunder, there was no trace of murderous aura, and with his raised arm, he seemed to aim his heart at the hairpin in his hand, and then rushed over fiercely.

In the flash of light, Qingyun didn't have time to withdraw his hand, and in fact, he was unwilling to show mercy to the enemy's subordinates.

In less than a blink of an eye, the hairpin knife turned from Qingyun's body and submerged into Ma Wang's body, and the touch of piercing the flesh from the short knife body made Qingyun have goosebumps all over his body in an instant.

Ma Wang seemed to feel that he had not died thoroughly enough, so he actually grabbed Qingyun's arm and took a few steps forward, which made Qingyun tremble involuntarily.

This tremor reminded him of the way the chicks were in the palm of his hand when he was a child when he caught chicks in Liangqian Village, but this is a living person!

As the hairpin sank deeper and deeper, Qingyun only felt that his chest was becoming more and more suffocated, as if a cloud of depression was expanding in his lungs, and his stomach began to be as uncomfortable as a big wave.

He instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand, but Ma Wang actually grabbed Qingyun's arm, although he was now unable to walk, he still did not allow Qingyun to pull the hairpin out of his heart.

Qingyun's fingers could already feel the temperature from Ma Wang's blood, and the red liquid flowed down the blade of the knife to his palm, some sticky, some warm, and some fishy.

Then, the warmth slowly spread from Qingyun's palm to his wrist, inch by inch, little by little.

"I killed someone..."

Then his brain fell into chaos, until the sky was completely dark, and the stars filled the long night sky, and he woke up from his consternation, but the moment he regained consciousness, he subconsciously fell to the ground and began to vomit incessantly.

Since he had only eaten some wild fruits or something today, the food residues were all spit out and there was some yellowing stomach acid, but the extremely disgusting feeling, mixed with the sticky smell of blood, filled his mouth, esophagus, and even his stomach.

The bright red liquid on his hand had already solidified, but as soon as Qingyun saw the slight black and purple red, he felt a wave of gagging, if it wasn't for the palm of his own, he really wanted to chop off this disgusting hand immediately.