The bleak moon frost seems to be very cold, but this kind of thing is free. The moon in the night sky always shines on the black night, day after day.

Everything in the world is always reincarnated, just like that month, just like He Shang.

He Shang sat in his former home...... Oh no, I should say it's the only one inside the home. Pushing open the mottled wood door, He Shang paused, and then burrowed into the small adobe nest.

The ground under his feet was potholed and uneven, but He Shang felt particularly down-to-earth. Looking around, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when I found that there was no strange place or any trace of someone else occupying it.

He Shang always takes the worst as his hypothesis. Before he entered, he was ready for his house to be occupied by wandering beggars.

But things weren't as bad as he thought. He Shang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and at the same time put down the hand on the sword.

However, a closer analysis can also analyze the reason, because it has become a murderous house. The original He family sisters and brothers disappeared mysteriously, their lives and deaths were unknown, and there were even rumors of zombies, so naturally no beggars dared to occupy this place.

Maybe there will be such bold guys in the future, but the time is still short, and the power of the rumors has not weakened.

Taking advantage of the convenience of the bright moonlight, although the room was dim, He Shang could also see a rough approximate situation.

He looked around the small home carefully, and everything was still the same. The same home, the same things, the same embarrassment, still full of memories.

The thing is still the same thing, but the person is no longer the same person.

He Shang looked at this nest at a loss, he looked at it for a long time, and he didn't know what to do.

He had wanted to find a place to stay, a place to wait before the killing, and then suddenly the appearance of home appeared in his mind.

With a slight sigh, He Shang sat on the low bed.

The low beds are still low, still low and cramped. The bed is made of adobe bricks, and a layer of worn bamboo mats is laid on top. This is the bed at home, a very simple thing.

He Shang sat on it, smearing the bed with his hands, smearing this familiar object.

It's a sleeping bunk shared by the siblings, a bit unethical, but full of memories. He Shang remembered that in the past, Sister Ah always tried to give up some places so that he could sleep peacefully. And herself, sleeping on the edge of the bed.

What is ethics? In the face of poverty, we can only regress.

Touching the worn bamboo mat with his hand, feeling the smoothness and shabby on it, and touching the shabby part of the bamboo mat. He Shang suddenly felt cold, very cold.

There is some leftover firewood in the corner, which is contaminated with dust, but does not affect the burning quality of the firewood. He Shang picked them out and set up the pyre.

There is no tinder, but He Shang also has a way.

The hand spreads out, and a crimson orb appears in the hand.

The Fireball Spell, also known as the Fire Fighting Method, is also known as the Fire Bathing Technique, the Fire Spell and many other names, and there are even guys who like to be in the limelight and name it "Tianyan Laixi". But He Shang prefers to call it the "Fireball Curse" because it is very vivid.

The fireball in He Shang's hand was very small, only the size of a quail egg, and it was not comparable to the kind of fireball that Tang Yu had at that time.

Tang Yu's fireball was the size of a fist, but He Shang could only condense a fireball the size of a quail egg now.

He Shang looked at the firewood, and realized that he could not use a fireball the size of a quail egg to light the firewood.

The fireball will explode, and He Shangke doesn't want a fireball to blow up the pyre.

It can only reduce the power, He Shang thought so, and began to reduce his spiritual power output.

Spiritual power is something that He Shang only has after devouring the spiritual root. At first, He Shang was still a little excited, but then it calmed down.

Very simply, spiritual power is also "qi", the qi of immortals.

In the past, He Shang devoured many people, and contained true qi from the meridians, that is, the "qi" of martial arts masters among ordinary people.

At this time, He Shang devoured the spiritual root, and also made spiritual power, a kind of immortal "qi".

The qi of mortals is called true qi, and the qi of immortals is called spiritual power, which also flows in the meridians, and it is basically the same.

However, the end gave He Shang's answer. Ordinary people can't absorb spiritual energy, so they can only extract it from the flesh and blood meridians, which is called true qi. However, immortal cultivators can absorb spiritual energy, devour it and transform it with spiritual energy, which is called spiritual power.

Is there a difference between spiritual power and true qi?

At first, He Shang was irritable because he felt like he had been deceived. According to the various stories he has heard since he was a child, the immortal true qi contained in the body of an immortal cultivator has many miraculous effects such as calming the mind, removing irritability and stabilizing the fetus, prolonging life, curing all diseases, giving birth to a noble child early, and beautifying and nourishing the skin.

But the above functions, He Shangtong did not feel it.

He Shang, who had such a ridiculous thought, was severely ridiculed by Mo Jue, and listening to the sharp laughter in his head, He Shang even suspected that the demon pupil would die from laughing.

What is the difference between the two? At that time, He Shang asked the demon pupil to be absolutely severe.

Then Mo Jue fiercely ridiculed a wave of He Shang's poor knowledge of cultivating immortals, and then gave He Shang a very down-to-earth analogy.

True qi is a copper plate, and spiritual power is a silver nugget. The former and the latter are both money, but they are two different things. Copper plates are mainly circulated in the lower strata of society, and spiritual power is mainly circulated in the upper strata of society.

(True Qi has always been just a means for ordinary people, and its future is limited.) And spiritual power is the power of immortal cultivators, and the prospects are better. The end of true qi is also an ordinary person, and the end of spiritual power is immortal. As for the misconceptions about spiritual power in your head...... I can only say that spiritual power is just a higher-grade and more promising true qi. What strange effects such as beauty and fetal health are made up by mortal brains. ）

Mo Jue replied to He Shang like this, and then this demon pupil laughed at He Shang fiercely again.

Sighing slightly, He Shang put his gaze back on the orb in his hand.

The fireball in the palm of his hand emitted heat, making He Shang's palm a little hot.

Spiritual power is also a more advanced true qi? He Shang felt that his perception of the world had been impacted.

With another deep sigh, the fireball in He Shang's hand began to change. The size of a quail egg slowly shrinks, and finally it becomes the size of a soybean.

The soybean fireball bombarded the firewood and did not ignite. Second, third, fourth...... Finally, on the sixth occasion, the firewood was lit.

Not a single fire breaker is not as good as that. This is He Shang's evaluation of spiritual power.

I don't know when, the immortal family in his cognition has changed. Immortals are just people with great strength, and their spiritual power is also a high-grade true qi.

His worldview is being turned upside down, and a certain demon pupil is happy to see this change.

The fire ignited and warmed He Shang's body.

Then the fire was extinguished again, for the end of the ugly hour had come.

The sword was unsheathed, but it already smelled of blood. The man-eating beast extinguished the fire and came out of its lair, ready to kill its prey.

Tonight is destined to bleed.