Chapter 193 Live a long time to witness the evolution of species?
At the last moment, the True Red Immortal Lord seemed to understand a truth, that is, there is no way to pull the most hips, only the person who pulls the most hips.
Some Taoists may not be very effective in combat, but their cultivation speed is extremely fast, and vice versa.
Some Tao may be very weak in the early stage, remain weak until the stage of transformation, and then become invincible and invincible, and vice versa.
There are thousands of avenues, each with its own advantages and disadvantages, and the way of the soul seems unbearable and useless, which makes people laugh. But the more useless these places are, doesn't it mean that other places are more powerful?
The reason why the Tao of the Divine Soul is so popular nowadays is simply because no one could grasp the true meaning of the Tao of the Divine Soul in the past.
In other words, it is not the way of the divine soul that pulls the crotch, but the person who practices the way of the divine soul pulls the crotch and cannot use the way of the divine soul well.
If she knew that Xia Po was a fellow cultivator of two paths, and that each of the two paths was more difficult to cultivate than the other, relying solely on his lifespan to stack up his cultivation, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood on the spot.
But it doesn't matter whether she knows it or not, because now she has completely disappeared from this world.
She is indeed strong. It can be said that she has understood the way of the dead to the extreme. She is just a little short of being able to reach the top of the Immortal Ladder and become a true immortal.
It's a pity that she was still not firm enough in the path she was taking and actually wavered at the last moment.
But even so, after death, you can live on forever in another way, and you can barely live forever...
In order to erase such a trace of the other party's consciousness, Xia Po spent a lot of effort and consulted many ancient books to understand what was going on.
During that time, he felt like a scientific researcher in the world of cultivation, spending all day studying consciousness around a group of puppets, but fortunately, he finally understood consciousness almost completely.
How do I put this thing? It feels like it has something to do with the soul, otherwise he probably wouldn't be able to understand it even if he studied it for thousands of years.
To put it simply, the soul controls the actions of the body, and consciousness determines what the soul wants to control the body to do.
When most people think of themselves, they may refer to their own body, their own soul, or their own consciousness.
But who can tell all this clearly?
Looking at Xiao Zi beside him, Xia Po took him back to his cave after a moment of reflection.
Xiao Zi was completely controlled by him at this time, and Xia Po still had another use for Xiao Zi's body.
He dug under the bed and pulled out a spiked ball.
The thorns on the top of this thorn ball are green and contain highly poisonous substances. Ordinary monks will die if they touch it, while the bottom is criss-crossed with red and black stripes.
Xia Po pulled Xiao Zi's arm over and opened a wound without hesitation, and black blood flowed out.
It can be seen that the green dragon's poison is really cruel, and it has already turned this guy's blood black.
If it weren't for the fact that the body in the transformation stage was so strong, this guy would probably have died of hatred long ago.
He casually took out a green pill and stuffed it directly into Xiao Zi's mouth. Then the black blood flowed out continuously from the wound, and Xiao Zi's complexion obviously improved a lot.
After treating Xiao Zi like this for three days, his complexion finally recovered. However, in this bamboo forest, the spiritual energy was too thin, and the spiritual power in his body could not return at all.
To be honest, Xia Po was still shocked by the existence of Qinglong. He didn't expect that this thing actually existed, and the prospects of the demon clan were better than he imagined.
You know, he once learned about the legend of the Dragon Clan when he was playing his own trumpet, and knew that the Dragon Clan and some powerful demon clans probably existed, but they disappeared for some reason.
Otherwise, in the ancient era of cultivation, when the human race was more powerful than the other, how could the demon race compete with the human race?
After shaking his head, Xia Po didn't think so much anymore.
The demon clan is powerful, which is only good for him.
After cutting a wound on Xiao Zi's arm again, the blood that flowed out had turned red. It was only then that he put the thorn ball into a container and poured Xiao Zi's blood into the container.
This thorny ball is his six-winged wind-sheltering cicada, also known as Si Chou. He turned himself into such a thorny ball four hundred years ago, and then there was no movement at all.
Xia Po was already used to this kind of situation. According to the previous practice, it was needless to say that he would definitely need to sacrifice the blood of a cultivator in the transformation stage to wake up.
After so many years, he really couldn't get the blood of the monks in the transformation stage, so he kept putting it off until now.
After putting Xiao Zi's blood into the container for a while, Xia Po frowned.
"Why don't you absorb it? Are you still picky about food?"
That's right, for some unknown reason, this spiked ball did not absorb Xiao Zi's blood at all.
This made Xia Po a little confused. Although his blood was of little use to Si Chou now, if he put his own blood in it, the other party would absorb it.
But why is Xiao Zi's blood not even absorbed?
It seems that if you want Si Chou to break out of his shell, you can only wait for him to break through to become a god.
But the realm of transformation into gods...
Xia Po smiled bitterly. He didn't feel it when he was playing the game, but now he can truly feel how big the gap is between Nascent Soul and Transformation God.
His breakthrough may be far away...
However, he is not discouraged. Anyway, he has unlimited lifespan. No matter how indestructible the bottleneck is, he will eventually break it!
Now let’s practice the way of the soul first.
Xiao Zi finally understood why no one has ever practiced the way of the soul to become a god, because this thing is really too time-consuming.
Although it does not require any resources or spiritual energy, it is considered the best choice for Goudao.
However, the cultivation speed of this thing is constant and there is only a small amount of time to practice every day. It is completely slow cultivation.
It can be said that there is no way to forcibly increase longevity. If you choose this path, even if you can endure the extreme fighting power, it will be a dead end.
Fortunately, I am an immortal, otherwise I would really be doomed.
Walking out of the door of the room, he came to the pigsty that had been expanded many times.
In the pig pen, thousands of pigs were humming and chirping, but they seemed to be restrained. They stood there motionless and could only bark.
Looking at their feet, I saw that the pig's trotters were all wrapped with magical vines, and the source of the vines was a red flower that was half a person's height.
This flower is Xueman.
After so many years of growth, the soul in its body has been clearly visible, almost the same as that of a kitten or puppy.
After touching the flower, Xia Po began to think.
According to his knowledge, in the ancient world of cultivation, when spiritual energy was at its strongest, it was said that flowers, plants and trees could be practiced.
It’s just that this has been defined as a legend. After all, if you don’t even have spiritual intelligence, do you expect him to practice it?
But now Xia Po doesn't think so at all. If he keeps raising this Xueman, and one day waits for its soul to take shape, he might really be able to start practicing.
And raising this flower doesn't cost him anything. He just needs to expand the pig pen from time to time to suck blood from this Xueman.
This is nothing to him. The blood-sucking of these spiritual pigs can actually promote blood regeneration in the body and make the meat more delicious.
That was what he thought at first, but after so many years, he realized a more serious problem.
Because the spirit pigs with average hematopoietic ability will be sucked to death by Xueman in a short time, the only ones left behind are the spirit pigs with strong hematopoietic ability.
Only the offspring born of these spiritual pigs with stronger hematopoietic ability than the previous generation can survive. If this happens again and again, the breed of these spiritual pigs is about to change.
What kind of spiritual pigs are these now?
Each one is a walking blood pack.
If this continues, will these spiritual pigs evolve into a new species because of themselves?
"Why don't things around me behave according to common sense?"