The easiest thing to devour is the spirit stone rich in spiritual energy, in less than a moment, Qingyun's ears really heard the sound of the lower grade spirit stones shattering, the middle grade spirit stones with his current cultivation can not be plundered at all, otherwise the harm will outweigh the benefits.

Then the spirit plants strangely withered into ashes, and the spirit fruits gradually lost their water, as if they had been dried for many years, until they completely became only the cores that were broken when touched.

Today was the first time Qingyun had tried to run the Qilin Devouring to the limit, although its speed had been significantly reduced due to the large-scale devouring, but he couldn't carefully select it at all, so he had to quickly recover from his injuries regardless of Thirty-Seven Twenty-One.

It's just that what he didn't know was that under such a situation of using the Qilin Devour at such an extreme, the faint fluctuations unique to the power of the true spirit were perceived by some beings in the Thirty-Three Realms in a matter of moments.

Several pairs of huge eyes suddenly opened in unison, and the incomparably huge coercion seemed to reach a consensus, and it swept across the entire Thirty-Three Realms at the same time.

Of course, this kind of coercion that belongs to the true spirit alone cannot be felt by the monks, but those alien beasts with the blood of the true spirit are all silent, trembling vigorously, and they don't know what is really going on with their own family.

Qingyun naturally couldn't have Xiao Qi's terrifying ability to devour everything back then, but looking at all kinds of treasures all over the ground, he almost cried.

"Master's spirit stone!"

These mixed forces converged into a considerable vitality force, and in a very short period of time, the meridians of Qingyun's limbs were completely repaired.

Unexpectedly, he thought that these powers were definitely too much for him, but unexpectedly, there was not much vitality left to repair his body, and after a little thought, he understood the key inside.

After all, the vast majority of what he devoured was not living creatures, except for the spirit fruit and spiritual materials, many things had no spirituality, and the vitality power was also extremely scarce, and half of these mixed powers would slowly transform into Qilin Purple Poison and accumulate in his body.

Still thinking about it, Qingyun's viscera once again came from that heart-rending pain.

The pain seemed to torture his flesh with his heartbeat and the waves crashing on the shore, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from the scattered strands of his hair to the stone bed.

"No, these powers are too mixed, my internal organs are already wounded, and the Qingling Fruit is also very useful, I can't devour it indiscriminately, in case the Qilin Purple Poison can't be controlled, I'm just afraid that I will really die without a corpse." ”

Wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth with his right hand with difficulty, Qingyun found that his blood was now faintly glowing with purple light, and he was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help but say anxiously in his heart:

"Damn, no matter, these toxins are already running around in my body, and I can't slowly refine the Qilin Purple Qi at all, I must stabilize them first. ”

Qiang suppressed the pain of turning over the river and the sea in his internal organs, Qingyun controlled the spiritual power in his body little by little, and wrapped the Qilin purple poison of those newcomers and old tenants in extremely tiny spiritual power balls, and then traveled along his own meridians, gathering the toxins into the dantian.

In his mind, the dantian was the place where the monk stored his spiritual power, wouldn't that be the strongest storage container?

As for whether these toxins would blow up his dantian, he felt that he could only resign himself to fate.

Pain can make people feel that time is difficult, but if the pain is numb, the length of time may not mean much to a person at all.

Of course, the unique soul-eroding pain of the Qilin Purple Poison will not numb people, but will keep you awake at all times.

There was no sunrise and sunset in these thirty-three realms, but Qingyun clearly saw the stars moving in the sky along the gap in the stone gate.

I don't know how long it took, Ah Lian woke up, and was standing outside the door anxiously looking at Qingyun who was spasming because of the pain.

She really wanted to come forward to help, but she also saw that Yun Lang was now at some kind of critical moment, and if she broke in rashly, he didn't know what the impact would be.

Ah Lian didn't want to cause irreparable damage to her sweetheart because of her impulsiveness.

Unconsciously, she had slowly used her strength to hold Shimen's plain hand, and under the cultivation of her Hundred Veins Realm peak, what was the difference between Shimen and a piece of tofu to her?

With a click, Ah Lian actually crushed a piece of the edge of the stone door, and the rustle of the debris on the ground also made Qingyun know that this beautiful and evil girl, just like a slim lotus flower, looked at herself with concern.

For his benefactor, Qingyun never hesitated to thank him, but now he had already hoarse because of the pain, and he couldn't say a word, so he had to slowly turn his head to Qinglian, and then showed a smile that he thought was normal.

Just looking at the protruding green tendons on his face and his bloodshot eyes, Ah Lian's heart seemed to be about to shatter into a jade plate that was difficult to put together.

Tears silently slipped from the corners of her eyes again, she had seen too much of Qingyun's miserable appearance when she was suffering from cold poison since she was a child, but compared to today, the pain caused by cold poison to Qingyun may not be worth one-twelfth of what it is now.

If she could, she would rather go to Qingyun to add to her own pain, but Ah Lian didn't dare to act rashly, so she had to hold the door with one hand and cover her lips with the other, letting the tears of the embankment soak her clothes, and she didn't make any more sound.

Qingyun on the stone bed seemed to feel something, and smiled at the girl with difficulty again, and then turned his head back without hesitation, while recovering the injuries between the viscera with all his might, while constantly compressing the toxin into the dantian.

Ah Lian also seemed to understand the meaning of reassuring her from Qingyun's smile.

Not only that, but she also felt the viscous and substantial power in the stone room, and it was beginning to gather towards Qingyun's body in an orderly manner, no longer surging like the beginning, so she slowly stopped her tears.

And the chaotic battlefield in Qingyun's body seems to have become orderly because of the baptism of Qinglian's tears, after experiencing the initial rustiness, from the twelve main meridians to the limbs and veins of the body, Qingyun vaguely seems to have touched some kind of trick.

The twelve main meridians are no strangers to monks, and even to ordinary healers, but because the twelve main meridians are connected to the Divine Mansion, opening any one of them is equivalent to laying a foundation for cultivating the Yuan Shen, at least it improves the possibility of condensing the Yuan Shen birthworth.

But just this glimmer of possibility, many monks have been stuck on this threshold for the rest of their lives.

The trajectory of everyone's spiritual power is different, and it can also be said that it is impossible to have exactly the same spiritual power fluctuations in the world.

Although Qingyun is too early to condense the Yuan Shen birthplacenta, his familiarity with his own meridians, and even his understanding of the trajectory of spiritual power, even if it is a little more, it will undoubtedly cut a thorn for the bumpy road ahead.

It was another round of turning stars, and Qingyun had been in the cave halfway up the mountain for two whole days, and in the past two days, he had been searching for the remaining toxins in his body all the time.

At first, this toxin didn't pay much attention to it because it didn't have many side effects.

But after years and months, especially after suffering serious internal injuries this time, he realized that once his body was too badly damaged, once the balance of life and death was broken, the toxins that seemed harmless on weekdays would be like a flood beast, taking advantage of his illness to kill him!

Not to mention the purer Qilin Purple Qi than that!

Moreover, if someone close to him inadvertently drank his own blood in the future, wouldn't he become a sinner for the ages?

So no matter what, Qingyun must take advantage of this opportunity of the tyranny of the toxins in the blood to compress them all into the dantian.

"The power that you can't control is always a disaster!"

Qingyun, who slowly calmed down, silently admonished himself in his heart.

In the past two days, Ah Lian has been like a clay sculpture without eating or drinking, just maintaining the posture of covering her mouth, looking at Qingyun motionlessly.

Similarly, although Qingyun's body was being turned upside down like a battlefield, because of the serious consumption of spiritual power due to qi and blood disorders, he was lying on the bed like a dead man.

The air in the stone chamber had long since recovered to its original state, and some of those mixed forces were turned into vitality by Qingyun and repaired their own damage, while the other part turned into toxins and was compressed into his dantian by him.

Gradually, Qingyun found that the high concentration of vitality toxins in his dantian had gradually stabilized and quieted under his constant compression.

As if it had been flowing in the blood before, it operated on its own in the dantian with an extremely harmonious rhythm, just like the stars of the thirty-three realms that were constantly reincarnating, in an orderly manner.

These vitality toxins have formed a purple sphere the size of a small fingernail, and the bright and extinguished in it is constantly flashing with dazzling purple gas, and if you look closely, it is clearly those terrifying unicorn purple gas!

And it's a few points purer than in the past!

"Good girl, the Qilin purple qi is all stored here!"

In addition to being afraid, Qingyun also felt more happy in his heart.

At least the toxins raging in his body had been controlled, and now if he mobilized the Qilin Purple Qi from the dantian, it would naturally be much more convenient than from the blood of his whole body.

In addition, whenever the Qilin Devouring and Qilin Purple Qi were running, Qingyun could always feel a sense of suppression that existed in the underworld, which made him unable to be handy, and because of this, it always took a long time to gather momentum to exert these two magical powers.

However, this time, the sense of suppression when Qingyun mobilized the Qilin Purple Qi actually had a faint tendency to weaken.

As his mind moved, that wisp of purple qi instantly came to his palm wrapped in spiritual power, but Qingyun did not waste it, but returned to the purple ball in the dantian along the meridians.

When the spiritual power ball was running, the big points everywhere seemed to give Qingyun a green light without the slightest obstacle, and the speed of spiritual power operation was several times faster than before.