"Poof" Long Fei pulled out his long sword fiercely, and a stream of blood shot out, and Li Yuxing fell to the ground with a resentful face.

Gritting his teeth and pulling out the long sword inserted in his right rib, Long Fei hurriedly took out the hemostatic powder from the storage bag and smeared it on the wound, and after doing this, Long Fei sat down on the ground and gasped for breath. The night's escape and multiple injuries also made it tired.

After resting for a while, Long Fei put the bodies of Li Yuxing and Li Tianming aside and collected the storage bags of the two people, Long Fei began to meditate in place to recover the injuries on his body and the spiritual power consumed in his body, and with the dual support of pills and spirit stones, it only took half a day for Long Fei to become alive again.

Looking at the white mist around him, Long Fei was also puzzled, calculating the time, it was almost noon, but this white mist had not dissipated, and this white mist could also erode spiritual power, but it was extremely strange.

He tried to release the perception again, and a tingling pain came into his mind, so he had to take it back again, but he paused before retracting it as the perception passed over the corpse.

After a little rest, Long Fei walked towards the corpse, and at the moment when he was stunned just now, he felt that there were two strange energy masses in the brains of the two corpses, and his spiritual power actually transmitted a strong desire to devour at that time, which made him curious.

Walking to the front, Long Fei slowly focused his perception on the head of the corpse, and saw two white mist swimming there irregularly, one the size of a palm and the other the size of an egg, and it was surprisingly similar to the white mist outside, and at this moment, a strong devouring feeling emerged again.

Long Fei pinched a spell and condensed a fireball to ignite the two corpses, and in a blink of an eye, there was nothing left left, and the two white mist floated in the air without the sustenance of the brain, meeting with the white mist in the air.

"Thorn" There was a light sound, the original egg-sized white mist emitted two puffs of black smoke, and the volume became about half of the original, Long Fei gritted his teeth and released one-third of his spiritual power, gently surrounding this small mass, after the spiritual power came into contact with the white mist, it was like snow melting into water, and it merged together in a blink of an eye, and a warm and comfortable feeling came, as if returning to his mother's swaddling clothes, which made Long Fei fascinated for a while, and couldn't help but sigh.

And what is even more magical is still to come, only to see that the original consumption of spiritual power has been replenished, and the total amount of his soul power has also been increased a little, which makes him a little surprised, and he also feels that his soul power is clearer and brighter than the things he saw before.

"The white mist here can condense spiritual power, but the spiritual power left behind after death can be purified into a white mist that replenishes spiritual power," Long Fei thought secretly in his heart, but this discovery made him find another way to improve his strength.

Putting another cloud of white mist into a jade bottle, Long Fei decided to find a safe place to experiment. "Hmm" At this moment, a white light appeared, and a white jade pendant flew out of his storage, but it was the white jade pendant in the jade box he obtained in Ma Fu, because he didn't find any effect of the jade pendant at that time, Long Fei put it aside temporarily, but now when he arrived here, he finally moved for some reason.

The white light and its faintness were only about two meters, but it clearly pointed in a direction, Long Fei hesitated, thinking that the white mist here was so magical and walked back, walked around and returned to the same place, but he couldn't get out, so Long Fei had to follow the direction guided by the white light.

"Huh" A cloud of white mist suddenly turned into a human face and sent out a sonic attack, Long Fei was just stunned for a moment, then he brandished the Qinghong Sword and split it in half, and the perception spread to swallow the two small clouds of white mist Long Fei had just been injured by the attack, and it was immediately repaired and became more condensed.

This kind of white mist suddenly appeared when he moved forward according to the guidance, at first it was only the size of a soybean, and as it advanced, the white mist gradually became larger, and when it reached the size of his palm, this white mist would swim and transform into various forms, and then he could launch an attack later, which made Long Fei suffer a big loss, the attack of soul power was invisible and invisible, and the replenishment of spiritual power was very slow after consumption, but this fog beast (―― Long Fei temporarily called it that) After he died, the white mist left behind would be restored and condensed after he was devoured, so he continued to walk forward with a longing on his face.

Spiritual power is the second pair of eyes of immortal cultivators, but powerful spiritual power can allow immortal cultivators to detect unknown dangers earlier and manipulate spiritual power and spiritual weapons to attack, and the attack of spells also needs the guidance of spiritual power, so Long Fei moved forward in the direction of guidance, devouring the white mist while fighting to condense his spiritual power.

And his spiritual power has gradually increased from the sixth layer of Qi training to about the tenth layer of Qi training, and he gradually feels that the power of the fog beast is increasing, and when he reaches the strength of the eighth layer of Qi training, his Qinghong sword can no longer cut the body of the fog beast.

Suddenly, a thought appeared in Long Fei's mind, he thought of the power perception formed after the fusion of spiritual power and soul power, controlling the transformation of that spiritual power into a miniature Qinghong sword, and slashed at the surrounding white mist, revealing a blank, which made him excited.

In this way, Long Fei used this miniature Qinghong sword to slash all the way, and his spiritual power continued to rise to about the fifteenth layer of qi training, and that spiritual power became more condensed under the repeated erosion and nourishment of the white mist, and the general yellow rank spirit weapon would be cut off three or four times under the chopping of that spiritual power, which showed the magic of the white mist.

And the growth and condensation of his spiritual power made him find that his soul power was also fused with the characteristics of corrosion, and the perception and the white mist gradually merged here, and he could already feel the distance of ten meters around him.

"Roar", a sound wave attacked, but it was a white lion, or a white mist. Looking at the lion in front of him, which was equivalent to the fifteenth level of Qi cultivation, Long Fei was also nervous. The miniature Qinghong sword slashed at the opponent's body, leaving only a small wound, and the pain stimulated the lion, making him even more angry, and the "lion roar" shaped sound wave struck towards the dragon flying attack......

"When" Long Fei controlled the spiritual power to form a shield in front of him, perfectly shielding the lion's sonic attack. This is the form of defense that Long Fei has figured out by himself in the past two days, and named it the Soul Shield, as long as his spiritual power and the total amount of condensation are more, the defense of the Soul Shield will be stronger, but it is a practical treasure of the growth type.

"Huhu" The lion's attack was not small, absorbing the surrounding white mist and recovering slightly, Long Fei thought and moved, and the spiritual power turned into a green rainbow again, slashing towards the lion's eyes, but it was blocked by the lion's raised claws, and the long sword only left a scar on the claws. The white lion rushed towards Long Fei again, his paws raised high, and slapped him fiercely on the head.

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