In the previous conversation between the two of them, Qingyun learned that he had already stepped into the door of the world of spiritual practice, and the reason was the result of the fusion of this mysterious true spirit with his soul.

He could truly feel that the Kirin essence and blood had completely seeped into his limbs and bones from his chest, and the blood line imprinted on his eyebrows was the best proof of the fusion of soul and true spirit.

It turns out that Qingyun's soul was defective, causing his body to be unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. No matter how talented he was, he was still unable to do anything about it.

But the appearance of the true spirit happened to solve this problem, and brought him back to life. He was able to truly meet the legendary cultivators, and even had the opportunity to find out the truth with his own hands and kill the real murderer. How could he not be happy?

He had long imagined that a wind-controlling monk who was as powerful as a thunder river could easily travel across the Nine Provinces, and that the whole world would be in awe of him. He had been fascinated by it for a long time, but now that he heard the true spirit speaking so solemnly, Qingyun could not help but frown.

All kinds of changes are really a bit difficult for him, a mid-way monk who came from Yehu Zen. Except for Yao Mengxun's brief introduction to some common sense in the world of cultivation, he knows nothing about this extremely familiar but distinct world.

Since the Kirin essence and blood have been integrated into the body, the inexplicable throbbing and uneasiness in the blood have turned into an instinct, and there is a vague feeling of being rejected by the world.

It was okay when Zhen Ling didn't speak. Whenever the two of them communicated, he would feel a vague uncomfortable feeling like he was being stared at by a snake or scorpion.

As if he resonated with Qingyun's feeling, Zhenling spoke at the right moment:

"Boy, your feelings are quite sharp. If there are some, I can't say more to you now. It's not because you are not strong or anything, but these words themselves involve some of the secrets and laws of the entire world. Forcibly speaking

If you say anything, you will be counterattacked by the power of heaven."

"good."

Qingyun nodded and said, he is not the kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of things, not to mention he knows that the true spirit and himself are already grasshoppers in the same boat, and it has no reason to harm him. The true spirit continued:

"But don't be afraid, as long as I don't appear to control your body for a long time, everything will be fine."

Qingyun nodded in his heart when he heard the words. During the break of the real spirit, he carefully felt the changes in his body.

Since then, he has completely understood why he became so smart and sensitive after waking up. This must be the best proof that he has entered into spiritual practice.

And with the complete fusion of souls, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth pouring into his body all the time, suddenly gave him a sense of relief that he had never experienced before.

Every pore on the body seems to be breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it is like the whole body is soaked in warm spring water. Could it be that this is the way monks breathe out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?

Qingyun silently asked himself, but this was very different from what he heard from Lei Jiang and Yao Mengxun, that monks need to meditate to communicate with heaven and earth in order to absorb spiritual energy.

He had an intuition that if he meditated quietly, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy might be increased several times! It was as if he had turned into a unicorn tooth!

But while he was excited, it also sounded a wake-up call for him.

Qingyun has always been thoughtful and cautious. Since Zhenling warned that his path of cultivation may be different from others, he must not let the secrets out casually. If this terrifying speed of cultivation is noticed, God knows those old monsters

Will they capture themselves and imprison them, or cut them into pieces for research?

There is also what the true spirit said about caring about demons.

He actually knows that his hatred is deeply rooted. If this obsession is not eradicated, he will never have a moment of peace in his life, but revenge is not easy. The plan for now is only half a step. As for letting him let go of his hatred, then

It's just nonsense.

From this point of view, it is better to find a way to sneak into a righteous sect first and see if he can practice immortal magic. After all, based on Yan Liangshan's last words and what he knows now, the abominable murderer is most likely to come from the Three Days and Four Sects.

.

Although he was seriously injured once by the villains of the Immortal Sword Sect, Qingyun still wanted to see Uncle Yichen if there was a chance.

It's not that he wants to rely on the power of the Immortal Sword Sect, or that Qingyun has a crush on his uncle whom he has never met before. The key is that Yi Chen is, after all, the relative mentioned in his father's last words, and if he directly joins the Demon Sect, he is afraid that he

If his revenge is not avenged, he will be struck with a sword by those evil-minded immortals halfway through.

Zhenling looked at Qingyun Jian's brows furrowed, looking like he was thinking hard, thinking that he had lost his mind and given up on practice because of what he said, and was deeply afraid that he wanted to find an old forest in the mountains to escape to the world, so he quickly joked:

"By the way, kid, I didn't expect you to have such a strong obsession with Yao Mengxun. When I competed with you for the priority of the soul, I already had the upper hand. Unexpectedly, because of the scarf that little girl left for you, it turned out that

Your willpower suddenly increased, and you immediately suppressed me and fell into a deep sleep, and your success was about to fail."

When Qingyun heard this, his heart moved and he asked curiously:

"Why?"

"Why else? Of course you are a romantic boy! I said that you are not very young, but you have incurred a lot of debts. Young man, don't blame me for not reminding you, and that Yan Nanzhi, by the way, also

There is that white fox demon, they are all waiting for you, beauty is a disaster!"

Qingyun Jun blushed and said quickly:

"What are you talking about? Nanzhi, I only regard her as my sister. Besides, her life or death is uncertain, of course I have to go find her! As for Alian, she is just a fox. I can't get along with a fox!"

Zhenling laughed when he heard this and continued to joke:

"Haha, she is not an ordinary fox. She is a half-demon. One day she will turn into a human and come to you! By the way, there is also the voluptuous Xiao Luoyi just now. This woman is truly stunning in the world. Look at her.

His eyes seem to be quite attracted to you, what do you think, do you want to take him home as your wife?"

Hearing this, Qingyun almost cursed and spat:

"Bah, who are you talking about? It has to be that thief woman? It doesn't matter that she is good-looking. She is just a little taller. Look at how ruthless she is. She must be the murderous female devil! Let me

Marry her unless I die!"

This bit of teasing made Qingyun's heavy mind suddenly lively, and he couldn't help but ask again:

"By the way, you have always claimed to be a true spirit. What exactly is a true spirit?"

After listening to Qingyun's news, the voice became obviously silent and suddenly became less interested.

Although their souls are now integrated into one, Qingyun does not fully know what it is thinking and does not have any memory of its past. However, he can still feel the loneliness and melancholy that penetrates into the bone marrow and is rendered like thick ink.

Regarding his own emotions, Qingyun said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I just want to know your name, otherwise I wouldn't know how to call you. I can't just call you you, you, you, right?"

It seemed as if the fog had been lifted from the memories of tens of millions of years ago, and the course was turned around and sailed forward. Although the voice of the true spirit was calm, the calmness was full of turbulent undercurrents, surging like a whirlpool:

"Actually, you can guess it without me telling you, right?"

Qingyun's eyes immediately froze when he heard this. He had naturally vaguely guessed the identity of this true spirit, but some things would make people fall into an inexplicable silence after being confirmed.

This kind of speechlessness is a kind of instinctive self-denial in people's search for the truth. On a deeper level, it is a manifestation of lack of confidence, or fear of the unknown.

Seeing that Qingyun didn't reply, Zhenling said to himself:

"Some things you know too early will greatly hinder your own development. Even once you know it, the sky will kill you. Do you believe it? Because this is the rule, the law of heaven!"

Zhenling was a little sarcastic and bitter, and then said:

"The so-called true spirit is difficult to explain. Just imagine it as a race with only one person. Only when I die will the next unicorn be born, so I will not have offspring. I am born and raised by nature. Maybe this is also

The will of heaven and earth restricts us, and our clan has always been arrogant, so most likely no one will leave any mixed-race legacy."

"alone."

Qingyun said silently, and the real spirit smiled indifferently and said:

"Haha, before the last era, I was one of the overlords of heaven and earth. I was defeated and died in the final battle with another overlord at that time, Tianlong, who was also my biggest enemy in my life. A drop of my blood essence was stored in my body due to the battle at that time.

And in a broken tooth, a little bit of true spirit is immortal, and by condensing the virtual body with essence and blood, the broken tooth can be refined into a treasure weapon, and the remaining soul can be used as a weapon spirit to survive.

"I see."

"Strictly speaking, I am not completely dead, so there will be no more Qilin born in the world. Of course, no true spirit will be born again in this era."

It smiled, its smile full of indescribable complexity, and continued:

"The most ridiculous thing is that the one who saved me was Tianlong, who I had been fighting with for my whole life. Because he was contaminated with the essence and blood of Tianlong, the rich power of essence and blood formed an extremely powerful seal on the broken tooth, completely suppressing my remaining power.

Soul, but I have never escaped from the catastrophe with this, and I have been breathing to this day. And after I escaped from the trap, that is, after killing the two young monks, the remaining fragments of their souls told me that now, not to mention Tianlong, even myself

, those are all myths that have not appeared in millions of years!”

At this time, Qingyun became a listener. He didn't know what he should say or how to comfort him. He could only keep nodding in agreement. He was afraid that if he said one more word, he would touch the sensitive nerves of Zhenling.

Because not to mention myself, for those monks, Qilin or Tianlong are myths that they have been familiar with since childhood.

After restraining all kinds of emotions such as melancholy, loneliness, complex sighs, etc., this true spirit seemed to have become that unscrupulous, arrogant and domineering look again, and said:

"In the past, I was considered dead. No, I was already dead. When I died, I was dead. Now I am just a trace of my remaining soul. You can call me whatever you want. My name is just a code name anyway. Then
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