In a medium room of Yongjing Inn, it was stuffy outside, and the inside of the house was as cool as the early morning in autumn.

The coldness spread out around a porcelain teacup on the wooden table, and after a trace of blue and white milky mist dispersed, the outer wall of the teacup was already hung with water droplets, and then turned into thin ice, and the teacup was slightly viscous, but there was no ice slag.

Yang Qing didn't know if this small porcelain cup would be frozen and cracked, so he picked up his left arm and was about to wipe it, but after thinking about it, he replaced it with his right arm.

For two years, the black and red smoke attached to his left arm did not have any abnormalities, it was not a part of his body, but it felt like it belonged to him. I don't know what it is, so I don't want to take the initiative to provoke it, although it feels awkward, the two get along well.

Sort out your emotions, dip the corner of the sweat towel in the crystal liquid in the teacup, wipe it on the bare right arm, the pores open, and the divine consciousness induces the blue and white milky mist to pour in, and the mist is obedient, seeping into the muscles, not blending in, and slowly moving forward.

"Huh?"

Yang Qing was puzzled, he attracted the stalactite essence deep into his muscles for the first time, and was surprised to find that the black evil qi in the blood had a faint intention of retreating to the stalactite essence, and its meaning was very weak, if it weren't for the fact that the divine consciousness was mostly gathered here, it would be difficult to understand, but the slight retreat of the evil qi did exist.

With the nature of the evil and violent, it will be compromised!

That's all, though.

Evil qi is the foundation of his independent beastification, and the essence blood of demon beasts is not the same as the blood of ordinary beasts, and it has more inheritance power. If the blood of a human being is infused with the blood of an ordinary beast, he will fall ill and die. If it is injected with the blood of a demon beast, the inheritance power contained in it will become entangled with the blood of the human being, turning into a monster with the characteristics of a demon beast.

Of course, some people have a strong bloodline that can suppress the inheritance power of demon beasts, or even expel them.

And the reason why the enlightened beast essence blood in Yang Qing's body can be controlled is because the evil qi is generated by flesh and blood, and it can suck and manipulate the essence blood, which can make Yang Qing able to become a beast and be autonomous.

The stalactite essence let the evil qi retreat, maybe it was a way to pull out the evil qi, but Yang Qing did not think about it deeply. Beastification has multiplied his strength, and he is reluctant to give up, and "Soul Control" has given him the expectation of self-control of evil energy. When he became a beast, he became a man and a beast, and he began to accept it in his heart, after all, it was more important to save his life than to be treated as a monster by others, and he chose the former.

I thought to myself that I was able to subdue the evil qi that day, and the stalactite essence was the most creditable.

The blue-white milky mist didn't matter so much, gradually gathering as it wiped its left arm, slowly moving towards the meridians on its left arm.

The periphery of the meridians is easy to enter and difficult to exit, and a trace of blue and white milky mist smoothly enters the meridians.

Yang Qing's meridians will sometimes overflow into the aura of heaven and earth, but they are not manipulated by Yang Qing, and at this time, the stalactite essence is attracted to flow in the meridians, which is a different feeling. The meridians are wide, and the flow of stalactite essence in them is unhindered,

The road is smooth, and after seven turns, it merges into the dantian. A wisp of innate vitality is tangible and substantial, transparent, colorless, scattered in condensation, scattered but not chaotic, and there is no point in the dantian.

The blue-white milky mist approached the innate vitality that was swinging slightly, and a trace of mist dispersed, becoming thin and covering it.

Silent, the innate vitality did not resist, but absorbed the blue and white milky mist bit by bit, Yang Qing withdrew his divine sense, and let the two entangle with each other.

Whether there is a change in the innate vitality can not be felt without a divine sense, and at this time, with his cultivation, he cannot manipulate the innate vitality in the dantian.

The innate vitality and Zhong Ru essence were intertwined, and when they saw that the blue and white milky mist decreased, the tension in their hearts decreased, and the excitement flourished. Half a cup of tea, the two are separated, the innate vitality has not changed much, and the mist is only two points.

The divine sense swept away, feeling the vitality that was more abundant than before, and he knew that Zhong Ru Essence was also effective against innate vitality, but it could only be repaired, not enhanced.

If you want to enhance your innate vitality, you can only do it by improving your cultivation, which is the mystery of the realm and the means of pursuing immortality.

The remaining blue and white milky mist was drawn to swim through the body, depleting it.

"Waste!"

Yang Qing couldn't help but feel a pity, he used some stalactite essence to repair body damage before, thinking that it was overkill.

There were less than two drops of stalactite essence in that jade bottle, and half of them were used to repair injuries.

"This stalactite essence can also be used by my father and mother, although it can't repeat youth, it can also slow down the aging of the body," Yang Qing thought happily, the spirit gathering array he arranged at home, the spirit fruit pill left behind, etc., were used to dispel illness and strengthen the body, and repair the damage caused by labor.

And longevity is related to the innate vitality and soul, and the soul transformation is based on the realm, and he can't help it, but the innate vitality can be repaired with the stalactite essence in his hand.

I can't wait to rush home at this time to do my filial piety, and then this thought was suppressed by him, my father and mother have a gathering spirit array, at this time the body must be gradually getting stronger, presumably the wrinkles on the face have been reduced a lot, if he goes back, his mind is alive, and he can't go to the Dangyun River.

The first is to go to the Dangyun River for the four foreign styles, the second is for cultivation, and the third is to increase his knowledge and hope to touch the bypass, if he stays in the cold iron mining area, he will not have such a problem, but it is nothing more than rigid cultivation.

I haven't seen Sun Xinyao for a long time, Yang Qing misses it very much, and the playful appearance in her mind is not blurred at all. I don't know if Sun Xinyao on Shuiling Peak has forgotten him under the passage of time.

In that period of more than a year, the two of them did not have sweet words and vows, and he was able to hold hands or he was cheeky and embarrassed to do it, until Sun Xinyao's master came to Closed Moon Mountain and blocked him, and the two of them realized that they had put each other in their hearts and loved each other for a long time.

Thinking of this, a delicate face came to mind, a hundred obedient Kerr, Ye Lingfei.

"Hey"

Yang Qing's rough face was slightly red, with shame, and he sighed with a little self-reproach, suppressing this thought that was going farther and farther away, and forcibly twisted his mind to cultivation.

Stalactite essence must not be wasted on repairing scars, and Xiao Huandan will only leave no scars when repairing minor injuries, and will not destroy the balance of muscle development throughout the body. Therefore, it is necessary to purchase more effective healing pills.

Da Huan Dan is in line, with his physical body, taking one pill, the wound that is long and visible to the bone can be restored within one day, leaving no scars, but it is more valuable, one grain is worth ten spirit stones. The Great Returning Pill is not an ordinary pill, but a lower-grade pill that has entered the real rank.

As for the middle and upper grades of the true rank, the elixirs of the spirit rank are even more precious, and there are even rarer elixirs of the Xuan rank above them.

Most of these pills were prepared for Qi refining cultivators, and Yang Qing could use very few of them, not to mention whether his spirit stones were abundant or not.

Magic weapons, elixirs, talismans, spell skills, rare spiritual objects, etc. are all indispensable supplies for the monk, and his little spirit stone is not enough at all, so he can only purchase some of the necessary things at present.

I was happy to do things without procrastination, got up and went downstairs, found the man at the inn, compensated him with some silver taels to change a bedding, and came to the street.

The pace was quick, and after a few turns, we came to the main street, where all the shops were bustling with people, pedestrians shouting as they were usual, and monks with carpeted bunks shouting like mortals, and bargaining was happening.

There will be a small number of shops selling pills, and the quality will be guaranteed, and there will be small shops on the stalls, and the price will be lower, but if the eyesight is insufficient, it is very likely that the eyes will be mixed.

Looking for a shop at will, there is a big return pill, a hundred spirit stones, and ten grains have been purchased, and about life, Yang Qing can't care about the rapid reduction of spirit stones.

It was still early, and I wandered aimlessly through the stalls.

Most of the things in the store are decent, and there are many strange things on the small stalls, such as pots and pans, and I don't know if they are real things.

Yang Qing stopped on top of a stall and looked suspicious, the reason was that this stall was not a side object, but a human skeleton.

Human bones are seen a lot in the demon caves, and the white forest is hidden in blue and black, which is a set of magic weapons of the demon cultivator, and the skull of the magic weapon can control the bones that have been refined by the immortal qi. The skeleton of the stall is well preserved, the skeleton is broad and eight feet long, you can imagine how tall the owner of this skeleton is. What surprised Yang Qing was that the jade color of this skeleton was faintly fluorescent, and the texture was smooth.

If it weren't for the fact that it was the same kind of skeleton, it would have felt gorgeous.

The stall owner was a man in his thirties, dressed in a black robe, sitting cross-legged on the ground, his expressionless eyes slightly closed, and several monks were startled when they inquired about the price.

This pair of bones, fifteen hundred spirit stones.

The stall owner's tone is blunt, leaving no room for bargaining.

"My mother, fifteen hundred spirit stones can buy a low-grade magic weapon"

"The stall owner is stupid in cultivation, or he wants to go crazy with spirit stones."

"That's it, a pair of bones 1,500 spirit stones, why don't you grab it?"

......

Yang Qing pursed his lips secretly, he also felt that the price of the stall owner was too exaggerated, and it could be seen that the stall owner's expression was not meant to be teasing.

The stall owner was still expressionless, as if he had adapted to the situation.

"Huh!"

He turned over and took out a three-foot long sword.

"Wow!"

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all took a step back, and just as they were about to open their mouths to question angrily, the stall owner had already moved again.

Neither got up, nor injected true yuan, just lifted his eyelids.

"Ding!"

Swinging his sword, he slashed at the jade-colored skeleton in front of him, and the blade struck the jade-colored leg bone, making a crisp sound.

"Ahh

The crowd didn't know why, and they were amazed and discussed.

"Huh!"

The three-foot long sword was withdrawn, and then looked at the place where it was slashed by the blade, leaving no trace.

The texture is smooth and fluorescent flows.

The stall owner should be a monk above the Purple Mansion Realm, and the three-foot long sword is a low-grade magic weapon, although the true yuan was not used, but that blow also had a force of three hundred catties, and the sharpness of the long sword of the lower grade magic weapon did not leave a trace.

"This skeleton is a magic weapon......

"There's no trace at all!"

......

Everyone was surprised again and spoke their minds. The stall owner was expressionless, and said bluntly, "The owner of the bones tempered his own bones when he was alive"