Before the smoke and dust had completely dissipated, a figure suddenly appeared in the abandoned storage space.
The female cultivator looked around, bent down, and picked up the storage ring on the ground.
"call out!"
The giant sword suddenly pressed against Shen Qingyi's neck.
The black-faced man sneered.
"I thought you were so smart, but now it seems you're just so-so! But people die for money, and birds die for food..."
Before the black-faced man could finish his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong in the air and instinctively stepped back.
"boom!"
The huge roar sounded again.
"grown ups!"
A group of Nascent Soul cultivators hurried forward, wanting to check on the black-faced man.
The black-faced man covered his chest with his hands, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He looked at the big pit under his feet and the talisman inside which was half left due to the explosion.
"Substitute talisman! Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!"
The smell of blood surging in the chest became stronger, and a monk hurriedly supported the black-faced man.
"Sir, take the healing pill quickly!"
The black-faced man was about to swallow the pill when he suddenly stopped.
I turned around suddenly, but when I saw those black hole eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
The moment he retreated, he slashed the man with the sword in his hand.
"Bang!"
Another explosion sounded.
"grown ups!"
The Nascent Soul cultivators who rushed forward watched the black-faced man fall into the center of the explosion again.
A Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator waved his hand, and the thick smoke spread out in all directions.
"stop!"
The black-faced man, who noticed something was wrong, shouted angrily, wanting to stop the person who was brushing away the smoke and dust, but it was too late as everyone was eager to save the person.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough!"
The black-faced man coughed violently, and everyone saw the black-faced man half-kneeling on the ground.
"grown ups!"
The high-level Nascent Soul cultivator who had made the move walked over first.
"Hold your breath! Ahem! Hold your breath!"
The black-faced man felt a burning pain in the wound, and watched the bright red blood slowly but quickly turn into purple-green.
Someone with sharp eyes noticed something was wrong.
"It's poison! Hold your breath!"
In a part of the forest, the trees swayed slightly.
Shen Qingyi appeared on the trunk of a giant tree, holding the trunk and exhaled.
Ah Qing leaned on her shoulder, looked at her pale and bloodless face, and spoke with concern.
"Sister, are you okay? Take some pills quickly!"
Shen Qing nodded and took the pill handed to him by Ah Qing.
Pills that restore spiritual power and pills that nourish the spirit and consciousness.
Controlling so many formations and talismans at once, and all of them were high-level, her mental strength had almost reached its limit, and most of the spiritual power in her body had been drained away.
My head is still buzzing at this moment.
Shen Qing quickly set up a formation for himself and sat cross-legged on the tree trunk.
"Ah Qing, Tian Yuan, guard the surroundings!"
"good!"
The pill entered his mouth and turned into a gentle force that flowed to Shen Qingyi's limbs, tendons, and dantian.
Shen Qingyi was not stingy with the pills and spirit stones at all, but things like spiritual consciousness and spirit could not be restored all at once by pills.
Just after taking the pill, my consciousness didn't feel so tired and uncomfortable anymore.
There was abundant water and wood spiritual power around. Tianyuan helped to be on guard while mobilizing the wood spiritual power and vitality to penetrate into Shen Qingyi's body.
Ah Qing couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief as he watched Shen Qingyi's complexion gradually recover.
"If only someone from the Holy King Palace could burn their bloodline at this moment..."
In this way, my sister can recover quickly.
It’s a pity that the people from the Holy King Palace who followed were stopped at the formation. Even if they rushed over, they would have to wait for a while.
As for the other monks from the Holy King Palace, he didn't want to meet them at this time.
"Don't even think about it. Those people in the Holy King Palace will not burn their bloodline power easily unless it is a life-or-death situation."
Tianyuan's calm voice made Aqing look at him.
"Why?"
Tianyuan looked at Shen Qingyi who was still practicing, and was still alert to the surrounding environment.
"If I'm not mistaken, those monks of the Holy King Palace can use the power of burning bloodlines to quickly recover themselves, but don't forget that bloodline power is not something else, and is even more important than a monk's blood essence. Such behavior, to a certain extent, is actually burning one's own vitality to restore its own vitality."
"Burning my own vitality to restore my own vitality?"
Ah Qing didn't quite understand.
"The internal structure of this Fallen God Realm is unique. In Pankong's words, it can be regarded as a secret realm of ancient gods and demons, and it is a secret realm exclusively for gods and demons. The energy here is also beneficial to them, but the gods and demons of ancient times did not need to burn their own bloodline power to mobilize this power. The people of the Holy King Palace now do. In other words, although they are descendants of the gods, they are not gods after all. Calling on the things of the gods and demons also comes at a price. And burning vitality to restore vitality is actually equivalent to transforming something in your vitality into something you need more now. Do you understand?"
Ah Qing thought about it carefully and nodded.
"I think I understand."
"So, at this moment, if a cultivator from the Holy King Palace appears and burns their bloodline power, it would definitely be the end of their road. You must know that when a person faces life and death, the power they unleash is often beyond their own strength. Although cultivating immortality is a way to defy the will of heaven, we should not blindly pursue destruction and then reconstruction. What we need now is to improve our own strength and thus improve our security. We can't always rely on other forces to get away with it. There are still forces that can be utilized in the Fallen God Realm, but what if they are elsewhere? Besides, the people in the Holy King Palace are not fools. It might be okay once or twice, but in the future... if more people are killed, news will inevitably spread, and then someone will definitely follow the clues and find more information. If we continue to try to take shortcuts, we may fall into the trap set by others."
Fifty years, or even longer.
No matter how powerful they are, it is impossible for them to be free of crisis and leave no traces every time!
You know, if you encounter sudden danger, life is often the most important thing. As for traces, they can only be erased when there is spare energy.
Tianyuan always remembered what Pankong said, and he didn't want Shen Qingyi to lose his way in the next fifty years or more because of the temptation of the burning blood of the Holy King Palace.
Only when you are strong yourself can you be the most powerful!
"Don't worry."
Hearing Shen Qingyi's voice, Tianyuan and Aqing turned around.
"elder sister!"
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