After a few unicorn devouring it, the stupid bird also understood that the creature in front of him, who was several sizes younger than him, didn't seem to want to let himself follow anymore, and there was no way, so it finally had to flap its wings, and flew high in the air reluctantly, and from time to time it looked back at Qingyun with a fierce face.

When this behemoth really flew out of sight, Qingyun found a place to sit cross-legged and began his habitual thoughts.

"First of all, this stupid bird, like those strange beasts in the outside world, obviously also has the breath of a true spirit, and it is very likely to be an existence like Xiao Qi, or a reincarnation or a remnant with blood. ”

After thoroughly mastering the power of the Qilin bloodline, Qingyun could conclude that these strange-shaped guys were a little mixed in bloodline, but that breath must belong to the true spirit, and it was countless times stronger than the strange beasts outside.

At this time, Qingyun's eyebrows were tightly locked, and he continued to think deeply about some doubts that he was interested in:

"Since the true spirit aura of the alien beasts here, no, it can also be said that the true spirit bloodline is richer than the alien beasts in the outside world, it can be explained that the true spirit bloodline in the body of these relics has not been excessively diluted, and it also indirectly proves the antiquity of this place. ”

In fact, he had an even more subtle guess, that is, could the alien beasts in the outside world be true spirits that had been bred for countless generations?

"Then there's my own bloodline, which comes from Xiao Qi, which is the primeval Qi, and even more ancient Qilin True Spirit. At present, I have completely merged the Qilin bloodline with myself, and the two great supernatural powers of Qilin Devouring and Qilin Purple should be able to use their fingers like their arms, but according to the situation of dealing with that stupid bird, the Qilin Devour's accumulation time has decreased, but the power has not increased much. ”

As he became more familiar with the power of the bloodline, Qingyun couldn't help but begin to examine the two great supernatural powers he now mastered.

"On the other hand, my realm is about to reach the perfection of the Spiritual Induction, if the speculation is correct, Qilin Purple is the same as Qilin Devouring, the power is not completely limited by my own cultivation, and the richness of the power of the bloodline is also a factor, but fortunately, the power of the bloodline will gradually become rich with the improvement of cultivation, and the problem should not be big. ”

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Qingyun cast his gaze on the blue sky, but his thoughts drifted farther and farther away.

"As for the connection between the alien beast and the true spirit, I don't know very well, but although Xiao Qi has told him not to mention the word true spirit in front of others, but after such a long time, I have never heard anyone talk about the true spirit, he sleeps for 365 days a year, and it is more difficult to say a few words to him than to ascend to the sky, so I still have time to ask him again. ”

Thinking of this, Qingyun couldn't help but recall what Xiao Qi had said back then, their true spirits were anti-heaven existences, which were intolerable to heaven and earth, and should have disappeared in the long river of time.

Xiao Qi has been able to survive until now, and there are lives and cause and effect, but whether it is the last bit of immortal true spirit or the drop of Qilin essence blood, it is genuinely integrated into Qingyun's body.

Although Qingyun is still very weak now, he may be fine, but if he can't keep the power of his bloodline strong to a certain extent one day, will he also suffer a catastrophe that "cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth" as Xiao Qi said in his words.

But after thinking about it, these are still too far away from him, and Qilin Devouring and Qilin Purple are still his life-saving weapons.

In particular, the Qilin Purple Qi, although it took a long time to condense the poisonous power, but when he faced Ge Yong, who had completed the Battle Spirit Channel, he had a great deal of brilliance.

Just the faint purple qi of the unicorn made Ge Yong's soul fly away in a very short period of time, if it could be filled with vitality toxin, I was afraid that the monks of the Hundred Veins Realm would not be able to catch his palm, what kind of terrifying power was this?

But if his life is gone, how can he find out the truth and get revenge, and how can he complete the ten-year appointment with Sister Meng?

Thinking of Yao Mengxun, Qingyun felt another burst of emotion in his heart.

He has a more or less understanding of Yao Mengxun's identity, not to mention the identity of the disciple of the Jingcitian Sect Master, just the current cultivation, the two of them are very different existences.

Yao Mengxun can be said to have given him the motivation to survive in addition to revenge, which includes the kindness of saving his life and sending him all the way, as well as the ignorance of the young boy and girl Jin Feng Yulu when they meet.

But now Qingyun has strengthened his beliefs, but he has stepped into a new world: the cultivation realm.

And cultivation is here, but it is a hurdle that can never be overcome.

Ten years of appointment, Yao Mengxun's original intention in Qingyun's view, most of them was to let themselves hold on for a while, and it can even be said that the experience of these two years made him understand that some things cannot be completed by his wishful thinking.

It's like he no longer wants to find out the truth and take revenge all the time, but no bridge can be built between fantasy and the present world, in the past he was cowardly and inferior, but now he is more aware of his insignificance.

"Hey, let's take one step at a time, many questions can only wait until Xiao Qi wakes up next time to ask it, hey, this product not only lives in me, but also asks Xiao Ye to find medicine for it, it's really a money-losing goods that only get in and can't get out." ”

Bunching up his long hair again, Qingyun threw away those useless threads of trouble.

Xiao Qi and him were enemies, but after a few exchanges, Qingyun could also feel its loneliness and loneliness in the endless years, and at least it would not be like those dirty and ugly villains in the cultivation realm, although it was often sarcastic, but in other words, it was also a spur and reminder to himself.

At least it's worthy of the word "true" in the word "true spirit".

A few days passed in a flash, and in the past few days, Qingyun did not rush to cultivate because of the rich aura of heaven and earth here, but began to continue to consolidate his grasp of the power of the bloodline.

However, what made him a little disappointed was that this kind of power did not help him in the slightest in the cultivation realm or anything, except for intimidating those alien beasts with true spirit bloodlines like stupid birds.

However, Qingyun thought about it later, the power of the bloodline is like the so-called talent, you may be smarter than others, but if you don't work hard to cultivate, no matter how smart the talent is, it can only be worthless garbage.

Of course, the breath of the true spirit is not completely useless, at least the two great powers of Qilin Devouring and Qilin Purple are more familiar with him, and there is another point of "intimidation" mentioned earlier.

Just like that stupid bird.

I don't know if it's because the wildlife protection work here is good, or if he has an idea, Qingyun actually encountered another strange beast.

But this time, it's a guy who is leisurely eating grass, and his strength is slightly weaker than that of a stupid bird, roughly in the early stage of the Hundred Veins Realm.

After mastering the power of the bloodline, Qingyun found that although he couldn't control the appearance that would be forcibly changed when using Qilin Devouring and Qilin Purple, he was able to quickly remove the true spirit aura he emitted after harvesting his power.

And in the face of those strange beasts, he no longer needs to use his own breath to resonate with the other party, in order to find out whether the strange beast has a true spirit bloodline to facilitate his disguise.

Of course, later he finally understood that as long as there were some strange-looking creatures here, they would definitely be strange beasts and have true spirit blood.

At the same time, he was also able to easily use his weak but extremely pure upper-level true spirit bloodline to suppress those who were not strong enough in the bloodline.

The herbivorous beast that looked like four did not look like it became Qingyun's second test subject, and it was very sad, and its results were much worse than that of a stupid bird.

This four-hoofed herbivorous beast with a head like a deer, a single horn, and a body full of scales was directly scared to death by the true spirit aura emitted by Qingyun.

Yes, it's the kind that foams at the mouth and rolls up the eyes, and dies of standing just like a petrified statue. This made Qingyun recite several words of Amitabha Buddha, and his heart was full of guilt.

After a few experiments, Qingyun also figured out some of these tricks.

If only a small part of the power of the bloodline in his body is activated, his appearance will not change much, at most, the blood line connected to Xiao Qi will appear shallowly, and at the same time, it can also suppress the alien beasts with low strength.

This level of change is completely negligible, after all, when cultivating certain Xuan Gong or spells, the body will always produce such and such abnormal changes, and his current situation is much calmer than those.

And the powerful beasts whose strength is above the late stage of the Hundred Veins Realm, not to mention that the power of the bloodline is already stronger, just talking about the strength, once he sees it, he will go around, and there is no need to bet on whether he can use all the true spirit breath to suppress the other party.

In this way, Qingyun was able to quietly slide his feet without being discovered by him, which was a big coincidence.

Just when Qingyun was cautious and walking in the strange world step by step, the entrance of the small secret realm was already crowded with people and turbulence.

Thousands of monks dressed in different costumes were in their own sect in an orderly manner, without the slightest panic and fighting of the fourteen sects that day, and the scene was more than ten times grander than when he first arrived.

In fact, it had been six days since Qingyun entered the Little Secret Realm, and today was the last day that the spatial rift could allow people to enter.

Unlike the noisy in the small square a few days ago, except for the tall figure with a cold temperament standing around the crack in the middle space and carrying a long sword, no one dared to cross the thunder pool by half a step.

There were about seven or eight of those cold disciples, all of them in white clothes and white robes, their eyes were like cold stars, standing motionless on both sides of the spatial crack, and no abnormal movement could escape their sharp eyes.

The exercises of several people are obviously of the same origin, and under the linkage of qi and machine, the surrounding air seems to be full of a sense of slaughter.

The lowest cultivation among these people was actually a high-level cultivator in the Concentration Realm, and the white-haired middle-aged man in the lead gave people a sense of emptiness.

Although this white-haired middle-aged man was not very handsome, the polishing of time has put on a coat called "elegance" for him, and the wrinkles on his face have increased the mature charm of the middle-aged man without diminishing.

In addition to carrying a simple long sword behind his back to reveal his identity, he did not have the slightest sharpness leaked, obviously taking the path of sword intent restrained cultivation, and his cultivation was really unfathomable.