"I can let the enemy enter the illusion I set up without knowing it. Unless they die in the illusion, they will never wake up, but we have no real attack."
Qilin understands that every creature has its own unique ability. You just have what others don't have, but you don't have what others have. This is the mutual restraint of nature.
However, there is an absolute power that can break all these laws, and that is the terrifying existence of oneself.
In the face of absolute power, all attacks are trivial.
Qilin didn't have much thought about Zaotama Usagi, he was just a little curious as a person who had been there. After Zaotama Usagi finished speaking, Qilin flashed and disappeared into the cave without knowing where to go.
It was almost evening, and Qilin appeared above a canyon.
This is what Qilin must do every day.
There are no trees around where Qilin is now, only a huge rock standing abruptly on the cliff.
Every night, Qilin has to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon for three hours here. Whenever he starts to practice, the entire forest will undergo changes, just like when thunder strikes, all living creatures will avoid it.
At this time, the location where Wang Gensheng and the two of them were was not far from where Qilin was now.
"Brother Wang, how far are we from that Ziyun Mountain?"
Wang Gensheng was meditating at this time and said with his eyes closed: "If nothing else happens, we should be there tomorrow morning. What we have to do now is to recharge our batteries. If we meet Zhu Dexing tomorrow, it will definitely be a fierce battle."
The reason why I say this is because Yang Buwei has not practiced for a day since he entered this forest. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here is so rich. It would be a waste of time not to practice now.
Yang Buwei also heard the meaning of his words, and this was also true. If he really found Zhu Dexing tomorrow, it would definitely be a very laborious task.
So Yang Buwei didn't say anything and just started meditating on the spot.
At this time, Zhu Dexing was also cultivating in Ziyun Mountain without any slack. He also knew very well that only by getting the demonic dragon to take shape as soon as possible could he have a chance of survival.
Last time I saw Murphy's Shuihan Sword and her secret technique. It was very tricky. If you don't give up, you will die without a burial place.
After getting the Crescent Scythe, Zhu Dexing has been pouring his own mana into it to achieve the greatest compatibility.
Is this Zhu Dexing, or is it just like usual, he used his skills to refine the Crescent Scythe. With the blessing of Zhu Dexing's magic power, the dark Crescent Scythe doesn't look so evil, but it is still an evil thing, exuding a cold light.
The demon dragon said calmly in the nine-legged cauldron: "If you want it to exert its maximum power, it is useless for you to just refine it."
Zhu Dexing said with some curiosity: "Does this weapon still have potential? The most I can do now is to make the Crescent Scythe fit better with me, so that I can use it more smoothly."
The demon dragon laughed.
"Don't forget, this weapon is the weapon used by the leader of the demon clan before. Countless monks from the Central Plains died under this weapon, which is why we have the crescent sickle now.
In the beginning, this weapon was not the color it is now. After killing more people and drinking more blood, it gradually turned into this dark black color."
After the demon dragon finished speaking, Zhu Dexing immediately understood what he meant.
"You mean, this weapon needs to be refined with blood?"
"Yes, as long as you are willing to use your own blood and essence to refine it, the Crescent Scythe will definitely be able to exert its greatest power. Don't underestimate this weapon."
Although essence and blood are extremely precious to monks, Zhu Dexing does not hesitate in the face of hatred.
The revenge of killing his son and breaking his arm made him flee here. Thinking of this, Zhu Dexing grabbed the crescent sickle without hesitation and immediately used his kung fu to transfer the essence and blood in his body into the palm of his hand.
Zhu Dexing used his palm to lightly make a cut on the sharp blade of the Crescent Scythe, and by using his skills, the wound flowed out with the essence and blood he had practiced for hundreds of years.
Zhu Dexing raised his hand and dropped the blood essence on the crescent sickle.
As soon as the essence and blood came into contact with the Crescent Scythe, Zhu Dexing saw that the essence and blood was seeping into the Crescent Scythe at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After absorbing the essence and blood, the Crescent Scythe immediately changed. The originally dark body of the scythe turned a little bright red.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Dexing did not stop exercising. The essence and blood continued to flow out without any intention of stopping.
The more blood essence is absorbed, the brighter the color of the crescent sickle becomes.
It wasn't until Zhu Dexing felt a little dizzy that he stopped forcing out his own blood.
Immediately practice your skills and refine them.
Under Zhu Dexing's refining, the Crescent Scythe seemed to be alive, spinning in mid-air.
Suddenly Zhu Dexing stopped exercising, with a painful expression on his face.
It can be clearly felt that the Crescent Scythe is now much more powerful than before, but the greater its power, the harder it is to control, and it was almost backfired by the power contained in it.
The demon dragon was interrupted in his practice by his actions. After feeling the changes in the Crescent Scythe, he said seriously.
"I just told you to use blood essence to refine it. I didn't ask you to use so much blood essence. The current state of the Crescent Scythe is already higher than when the demon leader used it before.
Are you desperate for using so much essence and blood at once? Aren't you afraid that your cultivation level will be degraded? If this happens, no matter how powerful the Crescent Scythe is, you won't be able to use it."
The demon dragon did not expect that he would do such a crazy thing. The blood essence of a monk is more difficult to condense than his own mana. If too much is lost at one time, his cultivation level may be downgraded.
Hundreds of years ago, the leader of the demon clan spent more than ten years refining the Crescent Scythe, but he did not dare to lose too much essence and blood at once, fearing that if an accident occurred, he would be in big trouble.
And now he has used so much at once, and the condition of the Crescent Scythe at this time has far exceeded that of a hundred years ago.
The demon dragon walked out of the Nine-legged Cauldron and saw an ugly expression on his face, while the Crescent Scythe was still absorbing the blood essence flowing out of his palms.
The demon dragon knew very well that if he didn't take action, something would probably happen to him.
So without saying anything, he immediately walked up to him and used his magic power to try to take away the crescent sickle.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they made contact, the demonic dragon's hand was bounced away by the crescent moon sickle, and a bone-piercing pain immediately appeared on the hand.
The pain was like countless poisonous insects biting my hands, unbearable.
The demon dragon had no choice but to endure the pain and transform into its most primitive state.
The light flashed and turned into a three-headed magic dragon entrenched in mid-air.
He flew to Zhu Dexing's side, grabbed the crescent sickle with his claws, and placed it in the nine-legged cauldron.