At this time, Ge Yong looked like he was about to clear a circle compared to before, but his dry hands slowly began to become full, as if the spiritual power in the dantian he used just now was his own flesh and blood.

But Ge Yong was still quite satisfied with being able to kill Qingyun, because in his opinion, no matter whether this kid had any bad intentions or not, if he killed him, he would not lose money in this transaction.

So he looked at Qingyun who was still trying to raise his hand with a proud face, and said quite generously:

"Yes, yes, that's it, take a good look at your hands, rest assured! The old man takes good care of the younger generation, and will definitely let you enjoy the good time of killing flesh and blood, hahaha!"

Wiping away the blood spilling from the corners of his mouth with his shoulder, Qingyun raised his arms with difficulty, and when he saw that the purple and black spiritual power in his hands were intertwined, and the black was rapidly being swallowed by purple, a faint sense of stability and mockery flashed in his eyes.

Then I saw him slowly stretch out his left hand, and put his palm at Ge Yong in front of him, and chuckled:

"Old... Old thief, guess what, you... How long do you think you have left?"

Qingyun, who Ge Yong disdained at first, was dying, but he still subconsciously looked towards his palm.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, his heart is suddenly shocked and incredulous.

Huh, where did his skull poison go? Why did it all turn into a gray color! And this gray and white color made him inexplicably pop up two words in his mind:

"Dead Ashes!"

In a matter of moments, the death-like color instantly spread from his hands to his arms, to his shoulders, and then to his entire body.

By this time, he could already clearly feel that his body was beginning to become lighter, as if his perception of the body disappeared wherever the dead ash went.

I saw that his originally violent old eyes turned from cloudy to clear, and he shouted as if he was returning to the light:

"No... No... This... This... Exactly!?"

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, the terrifying vitality toxin had already climbed up his neck, making him unable to open his mouth to speak.

In the end, the old man Ge Yong had to look at the expressionless Qingyun viciously, and fell down weakly.

I wanted to curse this little beast who looked at him as ill-intentioned, but at this moment, even his consciousness began to become very light.

Ge Yong didn't know where he was defeated until he died, could it be that this kid was also practicing poisonous skills, and he had already reached the legendary realm of invincibility?

But he is so poisonous that even a Hundred Veins Realm cultivator is afraid of three points! Could it be that he is still a Hundred Veins Realm senior who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger?

Many questions lingered in his heart, Old Man Ge just wanted to be an understanding ghost, but after all, he could only speak again in the next life.

It wasn't until Ge Yong was completely dead that Qingyun spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood that had been held for a long time, and finally calmed his breath.

Although the cultivation between the two is only a small realm, the strength of his spiritual power is worse than that of Ge Yong.

Just as Ge Yong thought before he died, his so-called Nether Skull Poison was really a pediatric to Qingyun, and its influence was a little stronger than the miasma in the swamp forest.

For Qingyun, who is burdened with the anti-heaven supernatural power of Qilin Purple, if he is injured by this skull poison, then the sleeping Xiao Qi will probably be directly angry to vomit blood, and then take away his waste wood again, right?

Compared with the skull poison, what really seriously injured Qingyun was the palm that shook Ge Yong head-on.

The spiritual power contained in the opponent's palm was very deep and powerful, and in the blink of an eye, it invaded the internal organs through his meridians, and raged in it, so Qingyun's injury this time was much more serious than when he fought against the giant snake demon.

Fortunately, there is a large amount of vitality from the flesh and blood of the giant snake demon stored in his body, and once he is injured, he will immediately send vitality to the internal organs of his body for healing.

Before the internal breath could be stabilized, Qingyun endured the burning pain between the major organs in his body, and couldn't wait to initiate the death of the man's wealth.

While rummaging through Ge Yong's corpse for his treasure bag, Qingyun said in amazement to Qilin Zi:

"Tsk, the power of this unicorn purple is really speechless, the toxins are still in the body after death and do not leak out, which is very different from the original use of plants and trees, it is really amazing!"

The Qilin Purple Poison not only pollutes the vitality, but can even pollute the soul, so Ge Yong will lose control of his body so quickly, and without physical pain, his death is quite peaceful.

"It's just that the interval is too long, otherwise if I can keep exerting it, where else can I go in the world?"

Of course, Qingyun was muttering in his heart, he knew that the victory in this battle was a fluke, and if he was an experienced monk, he might not be able to die under Ge Yong's skull.

It didn't take long for the master to find two treasure bags in a hidden pocket under Ge Yong's cuffs.

Although these two bulging treasure bags are also the big road goods of the Xuanji Pavilion, they can harvest two at once, which really makes Qingyun very happy.

Counting the two monks he had killed before, he now had a total of six treasure bags, which were full of miscellaneous "treasures" that low-level monks could use.

Of course, the treasure in the eyes of the poor boy should mean the same thing as the broken copper and iron that the dogs in Fairy Yao's family don't want.

After counting the results this time, Qingyun felt that the few mouthfuls of blood that he was spit out by Ge Yong were really cost-effective, which was more profitable than killing a dead snake.

"If you vomit blood once in the future and you can get so many good things, then I would rather vomit blood and die!hahaha!"

With starry eyes, he easily erased the blood mark on the treasure bag, and then lit up the spirit stones one by one.

Although they were only very small low-grade spirit stones, he was stunned to wipe the dirt on their surfaces one by one with his old clothes, and then stacked them neatly together.

Not to mention, although Ge Yong's cultivation is not high, after all, he is also an old monk who has lived for more than a hundred years, and his worth is indeed very expensive.

There are more than 200 lower-grade spirit stones in total, and there are even two medium-grade spirit stones that seem to have been placed for a long time, which is converted to a total of more than 400 lower-grade spirit stones, which is a huge amount of money!

According to Qingyun's guess, Ge Lao Thief may not have gone to his daughter-in-law in his life, these should be his coffin book and wife's book, and now they are all cheaper.

Then after putting all his spirit stones together, he found that he now had more than 600 lower-grade spirit stones.

At the beginning, he could only look up to the Dan furnace, but now he can not only easily buy it, but also has a surplus of grain, if he encounters a few more thieves who don't open his eyes, wouldn't it be a good way to make a fortune?

But after thinking about it, he finally dispelled this ridiculous idea, and said secretly:

"Forget it, if it weren't for the two great supernatural powers of Qilin Devouring and Qilin Purple, unless the Nine Qu Sword Sutra was cultivated to produce nine sword qi, I am afraid that the certainty of escaping his life in Ge Yong's hands today would not exceed thirty percent. ”

Qingyun is still very real, he is very, very short of money, oh no, it is a lack of spirit stones, but he also has to have a life to spend it.

In addition to the spirit stones, Ge Yong also has a lot of dried and preserved fresh elixir spiritual materials, which are all necessary things for Qingyun's current alchemy, which is exactly what he needs.

As for the treasures or anything, you don't have to think about it, Old Man Ge's wealth is compared to the master, which can be seen from the fact that Qingyun went to buy a Dan furnace for five hundred spirit stones.

For Ge Yong's corpse, Qingyun is still the old way, a handful of fire dust returns to dust, and the old man starts to treat him well, so he doesn't want to use the unicorn to devour the waste for use, after all, the dead are dead, and the dead are the greatest.

So he still cremated all the living things with Ge Yong, so that he could go down and not be a poor ghost.

After doing this, Qingyun finally let out a long breath of turbidity.

The two nameless ghosts before were not as lucky as Ge Yong, and after one of them was beheaded by him, his headless body fell to the crack in the ground.

The other person was turned into a pile of dry bones by Qingyun who devoured the vitality and spiritual power of his whole body with a qilin, and he didn't bother to collect the corpse of this person.

This time he cremated Ge Yong, but Qingyun's heart calmed down a lot.

Without the first time I saw Qi Fei and Ma Wang, I felt all kinds of emotions and melancholy about life and the world, but this time I only had a touch of self-deprecation and a little confusion.

What he laughed at himself was that he almost pushed himself into the abyss because of a trace of compassion, and he did such a stupid thing as seeing off the enemy when he was done.

It's still him who is confused.

He always felt that he seemed to have become a little less affectionate again, could it be that the killing in this world was really a good way to calm his mind? After exterminating living beings, shouldn't there be the pain of remorse and self-blame?

"Boy, what are you lamenting about boring again?"

Hearing this vicissitudes of life and familiarity, mixed with domineering and simple voices, the corners of Qingyun's mouth were lightly raised, and he quickly walked out of his sigh and said with a smile in the sea of consciousness:

"Xiao Qi, when did you wake up?"

"Ahem, Xiao Qi Xiaoqi, you are really used to it, I woke up when you counted your belongings just now, most likely because of the Soul Awakening Grass, right? You are lucky this time, you got a mature Soul Awakening Grass, which can restore a trace of my soul power. ”

Qingyun nodded knowingly and asked:

"Then Xiao Qi, what should I do to help you recover?

The Qilin True Spirit in his consciousness seemed to smile and said:

"Your kid has had a good harvest lately, and he even got a good little Dan stove, how long have I been asleep? Come on, tell me what interesting things have happened recently. ”

Although Xiao Qi didn't wake up much, I don't know if it was because of the fusion of souls, Qingyun and this invisible and untouchable true spirit slowly became a little cordial, like family, like old friends.

This feeling is very strange, before the soul merges, the two of them are enemies of life and death, but after the fusion, they become as close as family.

He couldn't help but think of those pinnacle existences, are only the so-called old opponents old friends who can accompany them all the way?

PS: Murder and arson gold belt!_(:3"∠❀)_