Chapter 392: Holy Spirit Consciousness Library

The next morning.

After breakfast, Feng Qi asked for leave from the Lord of Mist and left the Old Academy.

At eight o'clock in the morning, they came to a slaughterhouse in the northern district of the Old City.

Even though he had already decided to agree to the recruitment of the Psychic Clan, the Lord of Mist still wanted to recover his strength as much as possible before joining to prevent unexpected emergencies.

After paying and getting off the car, what appeared in front of them was a modern processing plant.

The roads here were clean and tidy, and transport vehicles could be seen constantly leaving the factory and sending the processed goods to different locations in the northern district.

Feng Qi looked curiously at the other side of the slaughterhouse.

There were many tents set up there, and wisps of smoke rose from the iron pots in front of the tents. The rich smell of meat blew in the wind, and many ragged figures could be seen chatting or playing nearby.

Although they seemed to be down and out, these people had smiles on their faces, and seemed to be extremely satisfied with the life in front of them.

"They are a group of human scavengers recently received by the Old City. They are temporarily placed here and are supported by this slaughterhouse. It is meaningless for them to eat and wait for death here." The Lord of Mist introduced them at this time.

Hearing this, Feng Qi carefully looked at these scavengers.

Then a smile appeared on his face:

"Look how happy they are."

"What's the use of being happy? Isn't it just a waste of time." The Lord of Mist shook his head.

"They can find happiness in wasting time. They are truly using and enjoying time. You are wasting time by working hard for the rise of the race like you, even if you have no choice."

The Lord of Mist heard this and was about to refute, but suddenly realized something.

After a brief thought, he nodded:

"You are right. It is a waste of time to make the race rise, but the ultimate goal is to let the people enjoy time... Ah Qi, you see further than me."

"I just said it casually, don't take it seriously. If everyone chooses to enjoy time, there is no hope for a race. The pioneers who carry the burden forward are the future of a race." Feng Qi grinned and looked at the slaughterhouse: "

Let's go."

The Lord of the Mist heard it and nodded immediately.

The two then came to the door of the slaughterhouse. After providing the appointment information, they were released.

After discussing with the person in charge to order a batch of blood food, the Lord of the Mist paid the deposit, and then the two returned to the Old School.

Next, the blood food will be sent to the Old School by a transport vehicle.

...

In the next few days, Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist began to wait for Hei Xuan to return again.

There was a period of discussion in the class about Hei Xuan's mysterious disappearance, but the senior management of the Old School seemed very calm.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist were not surprised by this.

The entire Old City is already under the control of the Psychic Clan, so it is not a problem to get a transfer student into the Old Academy. As for Hei Xuan's disappearance, there is no need to explain too much to the Old Academy's top management, just give a reason.

A week passed quickly.

That day, Hei Xuan's figure appeared again in the Old Academy.

After a brief conversation, they came to the dormitory of the Lord of the Mist, and then were transmitted to the mysterious area again.

When the vision returned to clear, a familiar scene appeared in front of Feng Qi.

The towering golden energy tree in the center of the square, the transparent crystal ground under his feet, and the energy transmission equipment that was wriggling like blood vessels in the sky... Not only is the air rich in spiritual energy, but the quality of the spiritual energy is also extremely high. It is definitely a treasure land for cultivation.

The difference is that not far in front of the transmission platform where they are, there is a pool of blood-colored liquid.

Hei Xuan smiled at the Lord of Mist and said,

"Absorbing this pool of blood is enough to fully restore your strength, and even make a lot of progress. This is a gift from my Psychic Clan to you... Chief of the Mist, you are a smart person, make your choice?"

At this time, the Lord of Mist obviously no longer had the idea of ​​hiding his thoughts. After all, if he didn't agree

at this time, the Psychic Clan would obviously not be patient to negotiate. He nodded and said,

"Okay, I agree to serve you Psychic Clan for a period of time, but there is a prerequisite."

Hearing this, Hei Xuan frowned slightly, but finally nodded and said,

"Tell me your request."

"My brother Feng Qi will also join the Psychic Clan with me."

Hei Xuan heard it, turned his head and looked at Feng Qi standing aside, and then nodded without hesitation,

"No problem, but our clan will not waste any resources on waste."

Feng Qi: @%!&x?

Hearing Hei Xuan's undisguised scolding of himself as a waste, Feng Qi's mentality exploded, and he wanted to transform into a blood source form on the spot to press Hei Xuan to the ground and rub him hard, and then punch him to blow up his dog head.

But he was just thinking about it.

After all, if you take a step back, you will get more information, but if you take a step forward, you will die young.

He understands this principle.

"My brother is not weak. I think you can try to cultivate him." The Lord of the Mist couldn't help frowning at this time, looking at Hei Xuan and said

in a deep voice. "If he can prove that he has potential, we are naturally willing to support his growth." Hei Xuan said with a smile.

The Lord of the Mist turned his head and looked at Feng Qi at this time:

"Aqi, how is it?"

The situation has developed to this point, Feng Qi naturally can't hide it anymore, and nodded immediately:

"Okay, how to prove it."

Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi with a hint of curiosity, and then smiled:

"I am your target, use your strongest means to attack me."

"If you destroy the buildings here, you won't blame me, right?" Feng Qi's eyes changed at this moment.

"Come on." Hei Xuan nodded immediately.

The Lord of the Mist retreated one after another at this time, pulling away.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Qi decisively activated his blood source talent.

Suddenly, the frequency of heartbeat began to speed up, like the beating of a war drum, shocking the soul, and the wild breath of the berserker was finally no longer suppressed and came out of his body.

The blood mist wrapped his body, and his figure began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hei Xuan looked at Feng Qi with a different look at this moment, and he was very surprised.

He had known that Feng Qi could transform into another form through the domain alliance of Xingcheng, but he saw it with his own eyes and found that this transformation was far stronger than he had imagined.

The rich blood and qi rushed to his face, as if he had completely changed into a demon body.

Feng Qi's transformation continued.

The granulation intertwined to form muscle fibers as strong as steel, and in the blink of an eye, his height was close to five meters.

"Boom!"

The dark green flame suddenly ignited in his eyes, and then quickly swept across his body.

The purple lines spread outward from the center of the chest, and finally formed a strange pattern, wandering from the chest to the spine.

The fingers slowly closed, and the bones intertwined and made a bursting sound.

The terrifying power was brewing in Feng Qi's body, and his aura was rising steadily, sweeping forward with fierceness. .

The expression of Hei Xuan, who was standing not far from Feng Qi, changed significantly.

Feng Qi slowly raised his head at this time, and the flames in his eyes suddenly surged. The ground under his feet suddenly cracked, and his figure appeared in front of Hei Xuan in an instant.

He grabbed Hei Xuan's neck before Hei Xuan could take precautions, and pressed him to the ground fiercely.

Boom!

Transparent crystal fragments flew everywhere, and this push and throw caused Hei Xuan's flesh and blood body to break, revealing the black energy body wrapped in flesh and blood.

"I'll throw you to death, you stupid idiot!"

While roaring inwardly, the veins on Feng Qi's right arm were prominent, and he grabbed Hei Xuan's neck and grabbed him, then leaned forward and swung his right arm to the ground.

At this time, the golden mark on Hei Xuan's forehead shone, and an invisible force suddenly hit Feng Qi's right arm, and his arm suddenly became numb, and then his chest was hit by an invisible force, and his figure bounced straight back.

Feng Qi's figure rolled in the air and landed steadily.

At this time, Hei Xuan also floated off the ground and grabbed him with one hand. Suddenly, countless golden runes overflowed from his forehead and combined into a string of mysterious symbols in the air. The spiritual energy in the air was immediately attracted by the mysterious runes and gathered towards Feng Qi, wrapping him up to form a golden prison.

Faced with the prison, Feng Qi punched forward without hesitation.

The surging blood and blood suddenly hit the golden barrier with terrifying power.

Boom!

After a loud bang, the ripples of wind energy swept around, and a crack suddenly appeared on the golden barrier.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Under the continuous heavy punches, the golden barrier soon became overwhelmed, flickering and erratic, as if it would collapse at any time.

At this time, Hei Xuan made another move.

The golden runes arranged in front of him were disrupted and reorganized into a new sequence.

The spiritual energy of this world quickly outlined the trajectory of magic under the guidance of the golden runes. As the golden barrier was broken by Fengqi, golden chains approached and wrapped around Fengqi's limbs. The other end of the golden iron chain disappeared into the void.

Fengqi was thus sealed into the shape of a "big" character and hung in the air.

The binding force of the iron chain continued to increase.

Facing oppression, the dark green flames in Fengqi's eyes surged, and his muscles gradually tightened.

In order to gain the attention of the psychic race, he had to show decent strength. At this time, he did not intend to hide his strength.

The muscles on his body gradually bulged at this moment, and the purple soul lines flashed with light, reducing the oppression brought by the golden chains. He exerted his strength to open the golden energy chains wrapped around his body bit by bit. With

a roar, Fengqi's whole body strength burst out instantly.

The golden chains were immediately burst by the muscles, breaking into dots of golden light and dissipating.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, his body leaned forward and leaped towards Hei Xuan like a tiger pouncing on its food.

At this moment, Hei Xuan waved his hand and the runes in front of him were reorganized again. Then, a void passage suddenly appeared on Feng Qi's right side. A golden hand stretched out from inside and grabbed him, lifted him up and slammed him to the ground.

Boom!

The ground shook, and Feng Qi was thrown hard.

But his strong recovery ability only made him come back to his senses after a short trance.

The flame of his fist burned in his chest, and he suddenly swung his fist to meet the golden fist that hit him on the head.

At the moment of collision, the ripples of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye swept around.

The speed of blood consumption accelerated, and Feng Qi chose to put his body into a state of overload operation.

But just when he was ready to go all out, the golden arm that appeared out of thin air suddenly disappeared.

Looking up, he saw Hei Xuan looking at him with a smile:

"I didn't expect you to have such a strong flesh and blood body. Is this your true body? Congratulations, you have passed my preliminary test. You are eligible to get a support resource. It is true that those who can be recognized by the leader of the Mist cannot be weak."

Feng Qi heard it and couldn't help asking curiously:

"How does my support resource compare with the old one?"

"There is no comparison. It is not at the same level at all." Hei Xuan said honestly.

"Why, you didn't test him either?" Feng Qi couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"He doesn't need to be tested. We know him very well. He was once an existence that my psychic tribe needs to look up to." As he said that, Hei Xuan smiled and looked at the Lord of Mist not far away.

The Lord of Mist had an indifferent expression on his face and was not used at all by Hei Xuan's flattery.

Feng Qi could understand this.

It was definitely not a glorious thing for the Lord of Mist to be loyal to the psychic tribe.

The psychic tribe was once just an affiliated force exploited by the Mist tribe. Even ordinary members of the Mist tribe looked down on them, not to mention the leader of the Mist.

This feeling is like a former pet who suddenly becomes the master.

When they meet again one day after disappearing for a long time, they stop their master and tell him that they are very powerful now, and hope that the master will not be ungrateful and be a good pet. As long as they are obedient, they will be well fed and well fed in the future.

So when the Lord of the Mist hears the praise from the Psychic, he will only feel humiliated.

After so many years of contact, he already knew what the old man was thinking.

But even if he felt humiliated, he would not give up his life for dignity.

After all, living is full of possibilities, and there is still a chance of a comeback. Death is the most humble way to end.

The Lord of the Mist looked at Hei Xuan at this time:

"Now that I have agreed, it's time to tell us what you want us to do, right?"

Hei Xuan shook his head at this time:

"Don't worry, let's sign the contract first."

As he said that, Hei Xuan walked towards the platform in the distance.

Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist saw this and immediately followed him.

When the ancient contract scroll appeared, the bloody words on it were erased with a wave of Hei Xuan's hand, and it turned into a blank ancient scroll. Then a golden light flew out from Hei Xuan's forehead and began to quickly outline the words on the scroll.

After more than ten seconds, the scroll was filled with mysterious words again.

Hei Xuan turned his head and looked at the Lord of Mist at this time:

"Use your blood to write your name in the lower right corner."

The Lord of Mist frowned slightly at this time, because he couldn't understand what the mysterious words on the ancient scroll meant.

Under the information asymmetry, he couldn't judge whether the content on the scroll contained potential hidden dangers or traps.

As if he could see what the Lord of Mist was thinking, Hei Xuan waved his hand and a translucent golden tentacle stretched out from his forehead and stabbed at the foreheads of Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist.

Seeing this, Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist did not choose to dodge.

In fact, their lives are now under the control of the psychic race.

If Hei Xuan really wants to kill them, they won't even have the possibility of escaping.

When the golden tentacle touched the forehead, the tip slowly sank into it.

At this time, Feng Qi didn't feel any discomfort in his body, but just felt a coolness on his forehead, as if something slowly flowed into his mind.

Gradually, a golden mark appeared on their foreheads.

The words that were originally unreadable and imprinted on the ancient scroll suddenly became understandable.

At this time, Hei Xuan's voice came into his ears:

"The knowledge about words has been instilled. Now I will help you establish a deep connection with the Holy Spirit Consciousness Library. Don't resist at all and stay relaxed throughout the process."

After listening to Hei Xuan's explanation, Feng Qi immediately closed his eyes and relaxed his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, stars appeared in front of his eyes.

It was like traveling between the galaxies, with countless stars passing by him, and he kept flying into the distance.

After a long time, a magnificent stone tablet covered with rust appeared in his sight.

There was a line of words printed on the stone tablet:

[I can spend the rest of my life in suffering, but my people can't! ]

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