Beast

In a medium-sized room at Yongjing Inn, it was sweltering outside, but as cool as an autumn morning inside.

The coldness spread around a porcelain teacup on the wooden table. The well in the teacup was crystal clear. After a trace of blue-white milky mist dispersed, the outer wall of the teacup was already covered with water droplets, which then turned into thin films.

There was ice, but the tea cup was slightly viscous, but there was no ice residue.

Yang Qing didn't know if the small porcelain cup would crack due to the cold, so he raised his left arm to wipe it. After thinking about it, he switched to his right arm.

For two years, there has been nothing unusual about the black and red smoke attached to my left arm. It is not a part of the body, but it feels like it belongs to me. I don’t know what it is, so I don’t want to provoke it. Although this feeling is awkward, the two get along well.

Stay safe and sound.

After sorting out his emotions, he dipped the corner of the sweat towel into the crystal clear liquid in the tea cup and wiped it on his exposed right arm. The pores opened, and his consciousness caused the blue and white milky mist to pour in. The mist obeyed and penetrated into the muscles.

Don't blend in, move forward slowly.

"Huh?"

Yang Qing was confused. He induced the stalactite essence to penetrate deep into his muscles for the first time. He was surprised to find that the black evil spirit permeating the blood had a faint intention of giving in to the stalactite essence. Its intention was very weak. If it weren't for the concentration of his spiritual consciousness, it would be easy.

It's hard to realize, but the evil spirit has given way slightly, and it does exist.

With his evil and violent nature, he is actually willing to compromise!

But that's all.

Evil energy is the basis for his independent beast transformation. The essence and blood of monster beasts are different from the blood of ordinary beasts. They have an extra inheritance power. If the blood of ordinary beasts is injected into human blood, they will become sick and die. If the blood of monsters is injected into human blood, they will become sick and die.

The blood of beasts, and the power of inheritance contained in it will be entangled with human blood, turning into monsters with the characteristics of monsters and beasts.

Of course, some people's own bloodline is so strong that they can suppress the inherited power of monsters or even drive them away.

The reason why the enlightened beast essence and blood in Yang Qing's body can be controlled is because the evil spirit is produced by flesh and blood, and it can suck the essence and blood and manipulate the essence and blood. This allows Yang Qing to transform into a beast and be autonomous.

The essence of stalactite made the evil spirit give way, which may be a way to pull out the evil spirit, but Yang Qing did not think deeply about it. Transforming into a beast doubled his strength, and he was reluctant to give up, and the "Controlling the Underworld" gave him the ability to control the evil spirit independently.

When he transformed into a beast, he became neither human nor beast, and he began to accept it in his heart. After all, saving his life was more important than being regarded as a monster by others, so he chose the former.

I thought to myself that if I could subdue the evil spirit that day, stalactite essence would have the greatest contribution.

The blue-white milky mist doesn't matter so much, it gradually gathers as the left arm is wiped, and slowly moves towards the meridians on the left arm.

The walls around the meridians are easy to enter but not easy to exit, and a trace of blue-white milky mist enters the meridians smoothly.

Yang Qing's meridians occasionally overflow with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but they are not manipulated by Yang Qing. At this time, the stalactite essence is caused to flow in the meridians, which is a unique feeling. The meridians are wide, and the stalactite essence flows in them without hindrance.

It was smooth all the way, and after twists and turns, it merged into Dantian. A wisp of innate vitality was tangible and intangible, transparent and colorless. It was dispersed in the condensation, but not scattered. It lingered and could not leave the Dantian.

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Driving the blue-white milky mist closer to the slightly swinging innate vitality, a trace of mist dispersed and became thin, covering it.

Silently, the innate vitality did not resist, but absorbed the blue-white milky mist bit by bit. Yang Qing withdrew his consciousness and allowed the two to entangle each other.

Whether there is a change in the innate vitality cannot be felt without the use of spiritual consciousness. At this time, with his cultivation level, he cannot manipulate the innate vitality in the Dantian.

The innate vitality and the essence of Zhongru are intertwined with each other. As the blue-white milky mist decreases, the tension in the heart decreases and the excitement rises. In half a cup of tea, the two are separated. The innate vitality has not changed much, and only the mist remains.

Two points.

His spiritual consciousness swept away and he felt the vitality that was stronger than before. He knew that Zhong Ru Essence was equally effective on the innate vitality, but it could only repair it, not enhance it.

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

It causes the remaining two halves of blue-white milky mist to swim through the body and is completely consumed.

"waste!"

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

There were less than two drops of stalactite essence in the jade bottle, half of which was used to repair the injury.

"This stalactite essence can also be used by parents. Although it cannot restore youth, it can also slow down the aging of the physical body." Yang Qing thought happily. The spirit gathering array he arranged at home, the spiritual fruit pills left behind, etc.,

It is used to cure diseases and strengthen the body, and repair damage caused by work.

Longevity is related to the innate vitality and soul. The transformation of the soul depends on the state and he cannot help, but the innate vitality can be repaired with the stalactite essence in his hand.

He wished he could rush home to fulfill his filial piety, but he suppressed this thought immediately. His parents had the spirit gathering array, and their bodies must have gradually become stronger at this time, and the wrinkles on their faces must have been reduced a lot. If he went back, what would he think?

Once you survive, you will probably not be able to go to Dangyunjiang River.

He went to Dangyunjiang firstly for the four foreign styles, secondly for practice, and thirdly to increase his knowledge and hope to learn by analogy. If he had stayed in Hantie Mining Area, there would be no such trouble, but it would be nothing more than rigid cultivation.

Having not seen Sun Xinyao for a long time, Yang Qing missed him very much, and the playful appearance in his mind was not blurry at all. I wonder if Sun Xinyao on Shuiling Peak has forgotten him as time goes by.

In more than a year, the two of them had not talked sweetly or vowed to each other. The only way they could hold hands was because he was shameless and prepared for embarrassment. It was not until Sun Xinyao's master came to Guanyue Mountain and blocked them that the two of them were able to hold hands.

Realize that you have put the other person in your heart and have been in love with him for a long time.

When I think of this, a delicate face, a submissive Kerr, Ye Lingfei comes to mind.

"Why"

Yang Qing's rough face was slightly red, with a look of shame. He sighed with a hint of self-blame, suppressed the thoughts that were getting further and further away, and forced his mind to focus on cultivation.

The stalactite essence must not be wasted on repairing scars, while Xiaohuandan will only leave scars when repairing minor injuries and will not destroy the balance of muscle development in the body. Therefore, it is necessary to purchase more effective healing elixirs.

The Dahuan Dan is in line with this. With his body, if he takes one pill, a foot-long wound can be restored to its original state within a day without leaving any scars. It is just more valuable. One pill is worth ten spiritual stones.

The Great Return Pill is not an ordinary pill, but a genuine low-grade pill that has entered the same level.

As for the upper-level true-level and spiritual-level elixirs, they are even more precious, and there are even rarer Xuan-level elixirs above them.

Most of these elixirs are prepared for Qi Refining monks, and Yang Qing can use very few of them, not to mention whether he has sufficient spiritual stones.

Magical weapons, elixirs, talismans, spells and combat techniques, rare spiritual objects, etc. are all indispensable supplies for monks. His spiritual stones are not enough at all, so he can only purchase some necessary items for now.

I was so happy that I didn't delay in doing anything. I got up and walked downstairs. I found the inn's waiter, paid him some silver to change a bedding, and then came to the street.

We walked very quickly, took a few turns, and arrived at the main street. All the shops were bustling with people coming and going. The pedestrians were shouting as loudly as ever, the monks setting up the carpet shops were shouting like mortals, and bargaining often happened.

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Pills such as Da Huan Dan can be found in larger shops that sell pills, and the quality can be guaranteed. They can also be found in small stalls, and the price is lower. However, if you have insufficient eyesight, it is very likely that you are seeing the real thing.

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Randomly looking for a shop, he found the Great Returning Pill and a hundred spiritual stones. He purchased ten of them. Regarding the matter of fate, Yang Qing could not care less about the rapid decrease of the spiritual stones.

It was still early, so I wandered aimlessly around various stalls.

There are mostly ordinary things in the shops, but there are many strange things on the small stalls, including pots and pans. I wonder if they are objects of cultivation.

Yang Qing stopped at a small stall, looking surprised. The reason was that what was placed in this stall was not an object, but a human skeleton.

Human skeletons are often seen in the devil's cave. They are white and black, and they can be regarded as a set of magic tools of that magic cultivator. The skulls of the magic tools can control the bones that have been sacrificed by the underworld. This picture at the stall

The skeleton was completely preserved, and the bones were eight feet wide and long. It can be imagined how tall the owner of this skeleton was. What surprised Yang Qing was that the jade color of this skeleton was fluorescing, and its texture was smooth.

If it weren't for the fact that they were the same kind of skeletons, they would definitely feel gorgeous.

Many people stopped to watch around the stall. The stall owner was a man in his thirties, wearing a black robe. He sat cross-legged on the ground with an expressionless face and his eyes slightly closed. Several monks inquired about the price and were all frightened.

Jump.

This set of bones contains fifteen hundred spiritual stones.

The stall owner's tone was blunt and left no room for bargaining.

"My mother, fifteen hundred spiritual stones can be used to buy a low-grade magic weapon."

"Is the stall owner stupid because of his cultivation, or he is crazy about wanting spiritual stones?"

"That's right, a skeleton worth 1,500 spiritual stones, why don't you go and grab it?"

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Yang Qing curled his lips secretly. He also felt that the price offered by this street stall vendor was too exaggerated, which showed that the stall owner's expression was not meant to be teasing.

The stall owner remained expressionless, as if he had adapted to this situation.

"Whoosh!"

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

"Wow!"

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they all took a step back. Just as they were about to ask angrily, the stall owner made another move.

He neither stood up nor injected any real energy, he just raised his eyelids.

"bite!"

He slashed at the jade-colored skeleton in front of him with his sword, and the sword blade collided with the jade-colored leg bones, making a crisp sound.

"Ah! This man is really crazy and wants to destroy him!"

Everyone didn't know why and started talking in surprise.

"Whoosh!"

The three-foot long sword was retracted, and when he looked at the place struck by the sword blade, there was no trace left.

The texture is smooth and the fluorescence flows.

The stall owner should be a monk above the Purple Mansion Realm. The three-foot long sword is a low-grade magical weapon. Although the real energy is not used, the blow has a force of three hundred kilograms, and the long sword, a low-grade magical weapon

It was so sharp that it left no trace.

"This skeleton is a magic weapon..."

"There's no trace at all!"

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Everyone was surprised again and spoke out their thoughts one after another. The stall owner said bluntly with no expression on his face, "The owner of the skeleton tempered his own bones before he was alive."