"How...how is this possible? The fluctuations of that person's spiritual power have completely disappeared, leaving no trace, as if they had never existed." Huang Liang Lingjun suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes full of shock.
"I haven't been able to catch the slightest trace." Huan Cangqi murmured to himself, with a somewhat heavy tone, "If the other party's cultivation is not unfathomable and is superior to us, or he has mastered some kind of The shocking secret method can hide his own aura to a point where even the two of us cannot detect it. Even if he encounters an accident, his aura should remain for a moment, rather than completely dissipating like this."
"It must be the second possibility!" Huang Liang Lingjun frowned, his thoughts racing, "Recalling that before, this person was able to hide quietly, but we were not aware of it, which shows his concealment skills. This person must not be underestimated. He must have some kind of hidden treasure or secret skill."
"This is a big trouble! With this kind of communication, I won't be able to find this person at all." Huan Cangqi couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth, and said with some helplessness.
"But it may not be completely impossible, there is still an opportunity."
Huang Liang Lingjun's eyes were like torches, with a cold light flashing, and he seemed to be confident, and then said,
"Now that he has hidden himself, he will no longer be able to easily use his amazing escape techniques to escape thousands of miles away, and will definitely be wandering within a radius of thousands of miles. We only need to mobilize our hands to weave this square of heaven and earth into a fine With the help of your Phantom Flame Moth's Thousand Moth Tracking Technique, I don't believe there is a place where he can hide without a trace."
"The Technique of Thousand Moths! This will somewhat consume the essence of the Phantom Flame Moth. Forget it, it should be worthwhile to use this technique for this purpose. However, that sunset crystal..." Huan Cangqi was somewhat reluctant. He nodded and suddenly mentioned the treasure that fell into Huang Liang Lingjun's hands.
"Hehe, as long as I can find something from the Spirit Clan, I will give it to you with both hands. Even if I can't recover it, I will give half of this crystal to Brother Huan." Huang Liang Lingjun seemed to have already made a decision in his heart. He replied without hesitation.
"Okay, as long as my Taoist friend says this, I will..."
Hearing this, Huan Cangqi raised a slight smile on his lips, and was about to elaborate on his action plan when he suddenly heard a long and sharp roar from behind.
Immediately afterwards, the world seemed to be torn apart by an invisible force, a loud bang shook the sky, and a majestic wave of spiritual power surged from behind, straight into the sky, interrupting the conversation between the two.
One person and one demon felt a chill in their hearts, and immediately turned around to look.
I saw that the hurricane not far behind me had disappeared at this moment.
But in the original place, there was a blood lotus of more than ten feet that was spinning and spinning. In the center of the lotus, Xu Tian looked at the two of them with a heavy face, and there was a faint fierce light flashing.
It was obvious that this person had a clear understanding of the two men's actions just now that added insult to injury.
"Fellow Taoist Xutian, do you still want to fight with me and me? The guy who cheated you of something has gone hiding somewhere. If the three of us delay for a while, this guy might really run away. "Huan Cangqi didn't show any fear at all, but said calmly.
"Hmph! I won't just let this matter go. If I have a chance in the future, I will definitely learn the magical powers of the two of you." Xu Tian looked around and found no sign of Yang Qian, so he glared at the two of them. With one glance, he said this coldly.
Then, the petals of the blood lotus under his feet suddenly closed together.
This lotus carried Xutian and shot out of the valley with a roar.
Not long after, there was no trace.
Huang Liang Lingjun and the other two did not care at all about the threatening words of this spiritual clan mysterious spirit.
Not to mention that this place is the territory of the human and demon tribes, the spirit tribe cannot stay here for a long time. Even if they really face each other again, the two of them will definitely have the upper hand together.
Therefore, after the two discussed for a while, they went their separate ways.
They are preparing to gather manpower to completely seal off a large area within ten thousand miles, and must find the boy who fishes in troubled waters.
At this time, Yang Qian had quietly hidden at the foot of a hill three thousand miles away. His face suddenly changed, turning into a middle-aged man with a square face and a beard hanging down his chest. His figure was also shorter, as if The years quietly left traces on him.
The spiritual energy all over his body was condensed. To others, he was just an ordinary mid-level body-refining practitioner, nothing surprising.
Just like that, Yang Gan sat quietly on a square of bluestone, his eyes lightly closed, his face as calm as water, without any waves.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment, until he suddenly opened his eyes, a smile quietly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself:
"I have dispelled all the remaining fire spirit energy in my body. Unless they come to check in person, they will never be able to identify it."
But even so, Yang Qian had no intention of leaving now.
Now is the time when the limelight is on the rise. Even though he has changed his appearance and aura, he is not willing to take any risks.
Immediately, Yang Gan raised his head and swept up, leaping lightly from the bluestone. After a few ups and downs, he flew to the top of the mountain.
Finally, he stopped in front of a cliff that was tightly covered by dense vines and shrubs.
He looked around, a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, took a deep breath, and his fists suddenly glowed with golden light, like the scorching sun breaking through the clouds, slamming into the stone wall in front of him.
After the loud "rumbling" sounds were heard one after another, a stone cave several feet deep suddenly appeared in the flying dust.
Yang Gan's figure flashed and he escaped into it like a ghost.
Then he backhanded his fist and hit it hard on the top of the cave.
Suddenly, rubble rained down, quickly sealing the entrance of the cave. The cave was instantly swallowed up by darkness, with only a trace of light remaining, flickering in the darkness.
Yang Qian didn't care. He turned his hand and a moonstone that had been prepared appeared in his hand.
He grabbed the stone and patted it gently on the roof of the cave. Under the great force, the moonstone was easily embedded in the roof of the cave.
Under the faint glimmering light, most of the cave was suddenly clear.
Yang Qian found a clean place and sat down. Then he flashed his spiritual ring, took out the blood-red vial from the storage bracelet, and looked at it with strange eyes.
Except for the blood-red light that is constantly emitting from this bottle, everything else is extremely ordinary. The material is extremely smooth to the touch, and seems to be ordinary porcelain.
"Eldar Divine Blood"
Yang Qian gently touched the vial with his fingers, muttering to himself. At the same time, all the memories of the divine blood of the Flame-Eating Spirit Clan could not help but appear in his mind.
After a while, he frowned and took out a palm-sized jasper round bowl from the storage bracelet. Then he opened the cap of the blood-red vial, pointed it at the round bowl and tilted it down gently.
Purple light circulated at the mouth of the bottle, and it took a long time before seven or eight drops of dark purple liquid were slowly poured out. When they fell into the round bowl, they all scattered drop by drop, unable to merge into one.
Yang Qian narrowed his eyes and stared carefully for a while, then stretched out a finger and tapped lightly on one of the drops of purple liquid.
As a result, at the moment when his fingers seemed to be touching but not touching, the purple liquid suddenly jumped up on its own and wrapped his fingertips in it, as if it wanted to invade.
But Yang Gan raised his eyebrows, and with a flash of golden light on his fingers, the purple night was cut off from his skin. Then with a slight shake, the liquid slipped into the round bowl again.
"Yes, it is indeed the divine blood of the Spiritual Clan!" Yang Gan's eyes flashed with excitement.
Next, he poured the purple liquid into the small bottle again, and then carefully put it into the storage bracelet, while he meditated and rested quietly in the cave. With his current ability to inediate grains, he would not need to eat or drink anything for hundreds of years.
Not long after, a stream of spiritual thoughts swept across the hill where Yang Qian was.
Yang Qian relied on the cover of the nameless Qi Condensation Technique to not show any spiritual energy on his body. Naturally, these divine thoughts swept past him without noticing his presence at all.
In the first few days, the searches of these spiritual thoughts were unusually frequent, and I could not wait to scan them more than ten times a day.
But after half a month, it immediately became only two or three times.
After waiting another two months, it would only happen once a day, and the spiritual energy used was obviously far less powerful than before. It was obvious that the person searching was changed.
But Yang Gan remained hidden in the cave and did not come out.
Just like that, half a year passed by, and no spiritual thoughts appeared again.
As soon as Yang Gan sensed this change in the cave, he felt happy.
But after waiting for several months, one day he opened his eyes, smashed the gravel at the entrance of the cave with a punch, and Yang Gan slowly walked out with his eyes shining.
He looked at everything nearby, and after not noticing any strange changes, he immediately shook his sleeves with a smile and strode straight down the mountain.
Soon, his figure disappeared without a trace in the mountain forest.
One year later.
In a small city near Sunset City, a young body refiner with a strange face arrived.
After he hurriedly purchased a batch of things, he walked away and disappeared without a trace.
Because nothing was recovered in the end, things about the divine blood gradually spread.
In addition, some monks and body refiners who had participated in the war between the three clans at that time gradually proved this matter, and the matter actually caused a sensation for several years.
When Huang Liang Lingjun and other Void Refining-level people took action, the things were captured by a mere god-forming cultivator, which naturally made people marvel.
Huang Liang Lingjun was still a little unwilling. After returning to Sunset City, he continued to pursue the matter for several years, and also devoted a lot of effort to find the identity of the treasure-catching monk.
As a result, he was extremely helpless. All of the magical powers revealed by the man who captured the treasure were extraordinary, but they seemed to pop out of the stone, without any clue at all.
A year or two later, Huang Liang Lingjun left Sunset City and made an appointment with Huan Tianqi to go to the wild world. No one paid attention to this topic anymore, and the matter of the divine blood ended like this.
A few years later, in the heart of a tall and majestic mountain far away from the human population, in a space surrounded by pitch black ink, a figure sat quietly cross-legged inside, with the golden light on his body flashing slightly.
Next to the figure, there was a blood-red vial lying on the ground, as if it was empty.
The figure sitting cross-legged just didn't move. If it weren't for the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he would be like a clay sculpture.
For mortals in the spiritual world, more than a hundred years means that most of their lives have passed.
But for those cultivators with profound magic power, it is just a moment of life.
One day more than a hundred years later, everything in the giant mountain remained the same, except that the people in the mountain were no longer here.
In the east corner of Tomb of the Sunset, a quaint small town is quietly embedded in the edge of time.
The afterglow of the setting sun fell gently, covering the world with a soft golden veil.
In this gentle scene, a young man in black robes, with a smile on his face, is whispering to a monk in gray robes. The monk's cultivation is only in the late stage of foundation building, and his face is full of awe.
In a moment, the young man in black robe flicked his fingertips, and an emerald-green porcelain bottle slid down leisurely. Its color was like the rising spring water, fresh and refined.
Seeing this, the gray-robed monk quickly clasped his hands together and took the seemingly ordinary but profoundly meaningful treasure with utmost respect. Without any hesitation, he hurriedly hid it deep in his clothes and thanked him repeatedly:
"Thank you for your kindness, senior! I will keep it in my heart!"
However, when the monk raised his head to express his gratitude again, the figure of the young man in black robe had dissipated like morning mist, leaving only a faint spiritual energy swaying gently in the air.
Although the monk was surprised, he quickly regained his composure. He raised one hand in front of his chest and gave a salute. Then he looked around vigilantly, quietly quickened his pace, and disappeared into the bustling streets.
At the same time, the young man in black robe had already taken steps towards the only teleportation circle in the city.
This person is Yang Qian.
After hundreds of years of hard training, he finally completely refined the spirit blood. Not only did his cultivation improve from the early stage of becoming a god, but his physical body also underwent an unprecedented transformation, as if he had been reborn and reborn.
This time when he came out of the mountain, Yang Qian originally wanted to collect some materials needed for practice in this remote town, but unexpectedly he just met the gray-robed monk and heard that Tianyuan City was opening up new opportunities to recruit Qingming Guards and Black Iron Guards. The news couldn't help but make waves surge in Yang Qian's heart.
‘Tianyuan City! This is a good opportunity! ’ Yang Qian was thinking so in his heart, but his feet were moving forward slowly.
Half an hour later, under the awed gaze of the teleportation array guards, Yang Gan stepped in lightly, surrounded by a faint aura.
Buzz——
Following a buzzing sound, the teleportation array glowed brightly, and the white light instantly enveloped him.
In another moment, Yang Gan's figure had disappeared.
Cloud Cinema.
It is a medium-sized city quietly embedded in the vast territory of 50 million miles south of the Tomb of the Setting Sun.
Although it is not as ancient and magnificent as the ancient city of Yuyang, it is unique among medium-sized cities and appears to be particularly magnificent.
This place not only carries the accumulation of time, but also shines with a special honor - it is the only city in the surrounding area of thousands of miles that has set up a registration point for the selection of Tianyuan City's Qingming Guard and Black Iron Guard!
This is enough to make countless monks yearn for it.
Xianlai Restaurant in the city is a place where all kinds of styles and elegance in the world of immortality gather together.
Yang Qian, still wearing a black robe, was sitting leisurely, holding an exquisite porcelain cup in his hand, taking a sip of tea, his eyes passing over the surroundings from time to time, as if he was savoring the fragrance of the tea, and also seemed to be observing the world. (End of chapter)