1621: C1621 Qi Concealing Pill

C1621 Qi Concealing Pill

Zhong Ming had set up a separate quiet room in the space and a soundproofing barrier outside.

Xuan Hao's current situation was not too optimistic. Although the Ancient Devil Dragon's bloodline gave him a status that people admired and respected, the other half of the Heavenly Demon's bloodline sounded like it had a terrifying status. Not many people had actually come into direct contact with the Demonic Beast before. It was the only species that had retained a sufficiently mysterious yet frightening aura since ancient times. Xuan Hao didn't know about the power of the Sky Demon, but since ancient times, everyone who came in contact with the Sky Demon had all died a horrible death without exception. Moreover, there weren't any specific legends about the Sky Demon.

From the looks of it, Xuan Hao looked exactly the same as the Dragon Prince Zhong Ming had seen in the dreamland. The prince of the dragon race was noble and proud. He was kind and kind, rational and brave. He had a strong will of righteousness and he had golden scales on his body. He was the hope of all his people, the little sun of their people.

However, the current Xuan Hao was not the sun. Right now, Xuan Hao was a devil of the dark night. He had turned all the righteous energy into a set of Demonic Qi s, looking gloomy, depressed, crazy, and cold. He ignored everyone else and did not take his own life. His life was dark and hopeless.

Zhong Ming definitely did not want the dragon he contracted with to be a battle machine that did not have any good points other than its combat power and craziness. While he was thinking about Xuan Hao's transformation, Zhong Ming kept on thinking about Xuan Hao's mentality. Zhong Ming felt that Xuan Hao did not change, but his mind was affected by the Heavenly Demon's bloodline. Although he was hysterical, he had never truly destroyed the heaven and earth. He did not wreak havoc or kill innocents without restraint, but only guarded his own land as if it were in ruins.

When Zhong Ming thought of this, he suddenly felt that this Xuan Hao was really like a child. He felt like laughing for no reason. The corner of Zhong Ming's mouth slightly curved, his long and narrow almond-shaped eyes slightly bent, and his handsome face instantly lost a few traces of coldness and seriousness.

"Cough, cough!" Zhong Ming came back to his senses, coughed twice to spit at himself, and then continued to concentrate on overcoming the current problem — — how to cover up Xuan Hao's Demonic Qi.

Unlike Zhong Ming's closed door cultivation, outside of the quiet room, in the space, on the grass, a handsome and tall gloomy boy was sitting side by side with a strange little girl who was half a body shorter.

Huang Ling rolled her eyes as she looked at the spirit tree in the space; at the young man beside her; at the quiet room. The youth had black hair and black clothes, and his blood-red eyes had already regained their previous calmness. All of his craziness and ruthlessness had returned to normal. From afar, he looked like a statue that had no desires and no desires. His devilishly handsome face added a hint of unexplainable evilness to the entire scene.

Huang Ling sat beside him, but did not feel anything was wrong. Her mind was calm and her body relaxed, looking at the Demonic Qi that was spreading out from such a close distance and feeling the frightening red fog.

Xuan Hao was unable to control the Demonic Qi on his body. He knew that the reason why his own Demonic Qi had not been released before was entirely because he was a monster that was created by the convergence of gods and demons. The other half of the spirit core had completely suppressed his own Demonic Qi, and his own father had completely sealed his own Monster Core. However, the seal had been removed completely, and the God's Core seemed to have been broken down completely as if there was no one left. He had no way to cover the Demonic Qi on his body at all. Without the suppression of his Heavenly Demon bloodline, Xuan Hao didn't know if he would affect himself and the others, or even Zhong Ming.

Xuan Hao was probing. These Demonic Qi could not possibly spread out without reason. Zhong Ming was trying to think of a way for him, and he could not just continue to accept his fate. How could these Demonic Qi stop Young Master of the Ancient Dragon Clan?

At the beginning, Xuan Hao had thought that the fluctuations in his mood would perhaps determine the extent of his Demonic Qi's spread. It was just like how, at the start, when he didn't open his eyes, after fighting with Zhong Ming, his mood was always in an extremely unstable state. Then, the Sky Demon's Demonic Qi was completely out of his control, and the continuous release of it even filled a large half of the space. He was trying to calm himself down, calm himself down, and observe the spread of the Demonic Qi. As expected, the Demonic Qi did not spread any further.

However, this was still far from being enough. What Xuan Hao needed was that no matter how he was feeling, he would not be able to spread the status of the Demonic Qi, and his body would just be like a normal demon beast. Even if he did not have the aura of the divine dragon's bloodline from before, he would not be able to emit any Sky Demon Clan Demonic Qi that could bewitch his own heart and make him unable to endure.

Xuan Hao, the dignified dragon clan's Young Master. Right now, he only had one wish, and that was to live in an upright manner in this world. His identity as a Heaven Demon Clan was destined to not be revealed, and the Demonic Qi in his body was destined to be shouted by everyone. The life of the originally calm and disciplined Dragon Clan's Young Master had already become a dream, and his current request was not for Jin Qianyu to live, but to live with dignity.

Zhong Ming didn't know Xuanhao's pessimism at the moment. Zhong Ming was currently racking his brains to recall all of his knowledge, so how could he hide the Sky Demon Clan Demonic Qi on Xuanhao's body that was too thick.

The moment Zhong Ming woke up from Xuan Hao, he realized that the blood contract not only brought him and Xuan Hao life and death with each other, but also increased their cultivation. This blood contract connected the master and the contract beast completely. When Xuan Hao's sea of consciousness was reestablished, the blood contract only pulled him back; Xuan Hao had witnessed his memories; Xuan Hao had been heavily injured, and the living Spirit Pill had completely restored his body, raising his cultivation to the eleventh stage. After that, his own cultivation began to soar, to the point where even the Inhibition he made himself could no longer suppress the rise in his cultivation.

Yes, Zhong Ming had discovered that Xuan Hao's strength was definitely above the eleventh step when he fought with Xuan Hao. Zhong Ming had discovered that Xuan Hao's strength was definitely above the eleventh step when he fought with Xuan Hao.

Everything about Xuan Hao was now connected to him. Even when he was too excited and crazy, he could hear his thoughts. Then right now, no matter what, he had to protect Xuan Hao. At the very least, he had to make Xuan Hao put away all of his Demonic Qi and make him look like an ordinary person.

Zhong Ming thought about it. In the ancient era, his Demonic Qi did not spread out during the revival of the dragon tomb. But now, his Demonic Qi was being spread out in large numbers … What did Xuan Hao change during these two periods of time to cause the Demonic Qi to disperse?

First of all, Xuan Hao's body had changed. Although Xuan Hao's body was already very strong after being refined by the Lightning Tribulation, he was still inferior to the Ancient Dragon Clan's inherited physique of a huge dragon. If that was the case, then it might be because his body was not sufficient, causing the Demonic Qi to scatter outwards.

Secondly, Xuan Hao's Spiritual Core had changed. Xuan Hao's spirit core was a dark gold color. Although the majority of the divine core had been destroyed, the remaining part should still be able to block the Demonic Qi's divine dragon aura, allowing the Dragon race's ancestors to sacrifice for him.

The third was Xuan Hao's mind. In the past, Xuan Hao had even been able to endure the pain of his own deboning for the sake of his clansmen. His faith in the dragon race was the most shocking. However, Xuan Hao was currently alone in this world, living alone and ready to go crazy at any moment. It was unknown whether it was because the Divine Dragon Bloodline had been tossed too thin to suppress the Heavenly Demon Bloodline, or because Xuan Hao had abandoned himself. His demonic nature was growing stronger and stronger as a whole, and perhaps this had also facilitated the spread of the Demonic Qi.

Zhong Ming suddenly realised, with the Heaven Demon Clan bloodline, could it also affect the Heaven Demon Clan itself?

If that was truly the case, then the Demonic Qi released from the Sky Demon Clan would cause one to become bewitched, and Xuan Hao would be truly too dangerous. At any time, he would be invaded by the Demonic Qi, and turned into a crazy killing demon dragon. At that time, there would be no way to save him.

Within the space, Zhong Ming, Xuan Hao, and Huang Ling were racking their brains. Huang Ling was alone, leisurely and without any worries. It was a clear contrast between them. If Zhong Ming was outside, he would probably be speechless and facepalm. This child was too naive, naive and foolish, even the Demonic Qi s of the Heaven Demon Clan could not move her at all, it was simply a strange sight.

Zhong Ming suddenly thought of a very powerful person, the ancestor of the pills in his previous life. No one knew his name, and no one had really seen him before. Other than refining pills, there was nothing else that had been said about him. The only things that had been passed down were the Divine level pills.

In his previous life, Zhong Ming was already a Martial Saint. However, he was still unable to refine this Martial Ancestor's pill. Of course, this was different from the past. Zhong Ming believed that if he could still reach the Martial Saint level, then he would not fail to refine pills. After all, he believed that he had already comprehended a certain realm, so two lifetimes of experience would be enough for him to discuss it with this Martial Ancestor.

However, what Zhong Ming was more apprehensive about was that although his experience and techniques were enough, his Spiritual Energy was not enough to concoct the pill created by the ancestor. Zhong Ming had just thought of the simplest type of pill that the ancestor had ever created, Qi Concealing Pill.

However, there was a reason why the Ancestral Founder was called the Ancestral Founder. There was no need to mention the fame that was passed down through his pills, but the methods that were passed down were different from the others. That was because not a single supreme expert had been able to concoct any of the pills he had created, including this Qi Concealment Pill. He was a prodigy that had never been seen before in the history of the world. However, even though Zhong Ming was confident that he could refine them, they were still in the Vapour Phase. Even if he were to refine those Divine level pills, there was a huge chance that he would fail and waste the spiritual herbs.

— — The content is from [Mick Read]1

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