"Dream Spirit!"

As soon as Ming Qi rushed over from the collapsed passage, he saw that the dream spirit that could no longer support the humanoid transformation into the main body, and immediately rushed forward with an arrow step.

Meng Ling's battle consumption this time was too great, and it was so big that Ming Qi couldn't imagine if she could hold on.

Ming Qi picked up the guqin with both hands, and when his eyes fell on the guqin, a cold sweat suddenly rose.

The originally flawless guqin had countless subtle cracks at this time!

There is a crack in the body of the Dream Spirit!

The body of the valley demon soldier, how strong is that, a celestial weapon, a holy weapon, a psychic holy weapon, or a more realm artifact?

But no matter how rebellious the Dream Spirit's body is, at this time, she really has a crack!

Ming Qi immediately felt that he was a little messy, what should I do?

What to do?

In this dark cave, there is no demon beast that can replenish blood qi at all!

"The bead vine can help you step into the innate ......"

At this moment, Ming Qi's ears sounded with the voice of the dream spirit as thin as a gossamer.

"That's right!"

Ming Qi's heart moved, the Zhuzhu vine is a rare and rare spirit grass in the world, if the dream spirit is immediately refined and absorbs the power in it, it is impossible to say that it will be able to stabilize the injury.

As soon as he said it, Ming Qi put down the dream spirit carefully, walked quickly to the center of the stone platform, and stretched out his hand to pluck the Wannian Zhuzhu vine.

Ten Thousand Year Spirit Grass, full of spirituality, the moment Ming Qi touched this spirit grass, he felt an unprecedented strange power rushing along his arm to his whole body, and suddenly made him feel an incomparably warm breath circulating on his body.

"It's really a rare treasure!"

Ming Qi was shocked in his heart, and at the same time, he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, picked up the bead vine and turned around and ran to Meng Ling in three or two steps.

"Quick, refine this!"

Ming Qi did not hesitate, and directly put the complete bead vine on the guqin.

He hoped that the Dream Spirit would recover and not fall asleep again.

The last time the dream spirit seemed to have been asleep for tens of thousands of years, and this time, once it fell into a deep sleep, although it was not said that the soul would fly away, but the time of sleep was probably at least ten thousand years.

Ming Qi can't afford to wait.

However, Ming Qi didn't expect that when he put the beaded vine on the guqin, Meng Ling refused without hesitation.

"It's useless, I forcibly urged the blood thunder of Huangquan, and it is close to the point where the oil runs out......"

Ming Qi's heart was cold, Ming Qi, who was not shocked after experiencing the world, was a little dazed at this time, and he didn't even notice that the dark hole had begun to speed up the pace of collapse.

"My condensed body has been completely ruined......"

The Dream Spirit's voice was soft, so light that it was barely audible.

"It must work!"

Ming Qi didn't believe it, and he didn't want to believe it.

In his previous life, he was a ruthless killer, but he also went to the church to confess.

Although his heart is cold, he can't be ruthless at all in the face of so many dreams that he has experienced with him in life and death.

Just like the stray cats that he would curl up on his feet and sleep soundly in his previous life so as not to wake up.

"It's very boring to face a piano every day......"

Ming Qi didn't know what to say, he could guess what Meng Ling was thinking at this time.

"Actually, I just want to tell you that I was originally an ancient demon soldier who was referred to by thousands of people and scolded by thousands of people, and my main name was Human Blood Demon Qin......"

"I'm a demon, a demon more cruel than a demon, a demon more terrible than a demon, hehe......"

Human Blood Demon Lyre?

Human Blood Demon Lyre!

Ming Qi was not shocked by this terrifying name, on the contrary, when he heard this name, his heart throbbed for no reason.

Is the source of human blood magic harp human blood?

Rumble!

The crypt is finally about to collapse completely, Ming Qi has no time to do anything at this time, he must go, he must leave quickly before the crypt collapses. Otherwise, they will be buried alive completely!

Walk!

Ming Qi no longer hesitated, picked up the dream spirit and quickly flashed into the narrow passage.

The passage had collapsed a lot due to the huge tremors, but fortunately it hadn't been completely sealed.

In the passage, Ming Qi was like a fierce beast, rushing in the only direction without any scruples.

He didn't even have time to light a fire to light the road ahead, and he stumbled several times and fell like a rolling gourd. But despite this, his speed was still amazingly fast, and it took him less than twenty minutes to rush out of the Crypt Passage and back to the surface.

The autumn night is slightly cold, and the sky is full of stars.

I don't know when it's night, and the stars in the sky shine on the dark stone forest, which looks extremely weird.

Ming Qi carefully lowered the dream spirit to the ground, then took a deep breath, and the sword with his right hand made a cut in his left wrist.

Hot blood dripped quickly down his arm onto the guqin.

The dense cracks on the guqin immediately glowed with a strange red light at the moment of blood dripping, and all the cracks were connected by blood in the blink of an eye, forming a dense red network.

Ming Qi's decision is undoubtedly crazy and completely reckless.

He didn't know how much blood it would take to repair the cracks on the guqin, but he had only one purpose at this time, and that was to repair the cracks on the dream spirit's body at all costs!

"Stop!"

The moment the dream spirit felt the hot blood, it immediately seemed to realize something, and his voice became rapid.

"You're going to get the most out of my demonic ......."

"You're not a demon, you're a good girl!"

Ming Qi said firmly, the blood on his hands still flowing.

"Hehe, I'm not a demon?"

"Even if you save me like this, I'll kill you......"

Ming Qi knew that what Meng Ling said at this time was not alarmist, the human blood demon qin, the ancient demon soldiers, the ferocity was monstrous, slaughtering living beings like ants, once Meng Ling's demonic nature completely awakened, even if she killed Ming Qi, it would not be unexpected at all.

But Ming Qi still didn't stop, the blood was flowing, and the cracks on the guqin finally showed signs of repair.

At this time, Ming Qi had already lost too much blood in a short period of time and began to feel dizzy.

Ming Qi also knew that even if his acquired foundation was against the sky and his body was unmatched, it was really unknown to what extent he could repair it with such a bloodletting and feeding method.

"Hehehe...... Humanity's blood......"

Just when Ming Qi was in a trance, he suddenly heard a sharp and fanatical voice from the dream spirit, this voice was extremely cold, the cold almost penetrated into the bone marrow, and it was terrifying.

He was startled, knowing that this was a sign of the awakening of the demonic nature in the dream spirit's body.

The human blood magic qin was originally a magic weapon of the demon gate based on the blood of thousands of people, and at this time, using human blood to feed it is undoubtedly a sheep like a wolf pack, which will completely stimulate the ferocity of hungry wolves.

"Stop!"

The Dream Spirit's hurried voice rang out again, but it wasn't as faint as before.

Obviously, Ming Qi's blood feeding still has an effect.

"You're a dream spirit, not a demon!"

Ming Qi gritted his teeth and said this sentence unswervingly.

At the same time, he also carefully watched the subtle changes in his body at all times, although his own blood could repair the injury of the dream spirit, but he must always grasp this degree, once he lost too much blood and caused irreparable damage, even if he stabilized the injury of the dream spirit, it was equivalent to a dead end.

Just imagine, once someone finds out that the ancient demon soldier Blood Demon Qin is seriously injured and dying, they will cut it down mercilessly, and then take it to the Jinchuan White Mansion to receive the bounty.

Therefore, Ming Qi must always pay attention to all changes.

The night was deep and dewy, it was already the second half of the night, and there were already gusts of cold wind in the late autumn night, but Ming Qi was sweating like rain at this time, and his arm that was still dripping blood had begun to tremble.

A large part of the cracks on the guqin have been repaired, but if you want to repair it completely, I am afraid that it will really drain Ming Qi's blood.

Suddenly, Ming Qi felt an unprecedentedly powerful suction coming from the guqin, and found that the blood in his body began to involuntarily and rapidly gush outward.

The guqin exuded a more demonic edge, and circles of blood rippled out, and a blood-colored shadow was faintly reflected in it.

Ming Qi knew that this was the dream spirit, and after completely losing the condensed physical body, the dream spirit was the same as the God of Destruction that he had encountered before, and the physical body he possessed was not real, but illusory.

However, the dream spirit that emerged at this time had a fierce face, his eyes flickered, looking at Ming Qi in front of him like an endless abyss, and his hands were constantly pulling in the void.

"Blood, Blood......"

The demonic awakened dreamer seems to have only a thirst for blood.

"Not good!"

Ming Qi's heart was shocked, and his mind moved, and he immediately used the blood control technique, and in an instant, the connection between his own blood qi and the dream spirit was completely broken.

"Hoo ......"

Ming Qi gasped for breath, and didn't care about it so much, and with a wave of his hand, a blood arrow forced the dream spirit that rushed forward with fangs and claws, and then directly withdrew the guqin into the ring.

After being injured, the strength of the dream spirit was greatly damaged, and Ming Qi was able to suppress this strength at present.

Taking the dream spirit back into the ring, Ming Qi also blessed it with a spiritual power to prevent her from sneaking out.

There was silence in the stone forest, and Ming Qi sat down to rest for several hours before recovering a little, and then he stood up and looked around.

Now that he has the rare 10,000-year-old Zhuzhu Vine in his hand, he knows that it is time to impact the Innate Realm, with the Zhuzhu Vine, even if he does not increase the chance of success Tianyuan Dan and the Spirit Gathering Great Array that condenses the aura of heaven and earth, the probability of success has become very high.

Moreover, the 10,000-year-old bead vine also has the magical power to stimulate the potential of the physical body, with its assistance, once Ming Qi is confident that once he steps into the innate power, he is already more than one head higher than other innate powerhouses just at the starting point.

At present, this stone forest is inaccessible and quiet and hidden, which is a good place to advance to the retreat.

After observing that there was no abnormality within a radius of several miles, Ming Qi found a hidden position in the depths of the stone forest, sat down quietly, and took out the Ten Thousand Year Bead Vine.