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Early the next morning.

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

At eight o'clock in the morning, they arrived at a slaughterhouse in the North District of Old City.

Even though he had already thought about agreeing to the recruitment of the Psychic Tribe, the Mist Lord still wanted to restore his strength as much as possible before joining to prevent unexpected emergencies.

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

The roads here are clean, and you can see transport vehicles constantly driving out of the factory, sending processed goods to different locations in the North District.

Feng Qi looked curiously at the other side of the slaughtering factory.

Many tents were set up there, and wisps of cooking smoke rose from the iron pots in front of the tents. The strong aroma of meat blew in the wind, and many figures in ragged clothes could be seen chatting or playing around nearby.

Although they may seem destitute, these people have smiles on their faces and seem 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. They eat here and wait for death in a meaningless manner. The Lord of Mist introduced at this time. .

After hearing these words, Feng Qi looked at these scavengers carefully.

Then a smile appeared on his face:

Look how happy they are.

What's the use of being happy? It's just a waste of time. The Lord of Mist shook his head.

They are truly using and enjoying time if they can find happiness in wasting time. Working hard for the rise of the race like you is a waste of time, even if you have no choice.

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

After thinking briefly, he couldn't help but nodded:

You are right, rising up for the race is a waste of time, but the ultimate goal is to let the people enjoy their time...Aqi, you see further ahead than I do.

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

Let's go.

The Lord of Mist heard this and nodded immediately.

The two then came to the gate of the slaughterhouse and after providing their reservation information, they were released.

After discussing with the person in charge and ordering a batch of blood food, the Lord of 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 transport vehicle.

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

Regarding the mysterious disappearance of Hei Xuan, there was a discussion in the class for some time, but the senior officials of the old school seemed very calm.

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

The entire Old City was already operating under the control of the psionic tribe, and it was not a problem at all to get a transfer student into the Old School. As for the disappearance of Hei Xuan, there is no need to explain too much to the senior officials of the old school, just give a reason.

A week passed quickly.

On this day, Hei Xuan's figure appeared again in the old school.

After a brief conversation, they arrived at the Mist Lord's dormitory, and were then transported to the mysterious area again.

When his vision returned to clarity, a familiar scene appeared in front of Feng Qi.

The towering golden energy tree in the center of the square, the transparent crystal ground beneath your feet, and the energy transmission equipment crawling 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 treasured place for cultivation.

The difference was that there was a pool of bloody liquid not far in front of the teleportation platform they were on.

Hei Xuan looked at the Lord of Mist with a smile at this time:

Absorbing the blood from this pool is enough to completely restore your strength, and even gain considerable improvement. This is a meeting gift from our Psychic Clan to you... Chief of the Mist Clan, you are a smart man, make your choice, right?

At this time, the Lord of the Mist obviously had no intention of hiding his thoughts. After all, if he did not agree at this time, the Psychic Tribe would obviously no longer be able to negotiate patiently.

He nodded at this time and said:

Okay, I agree to serve your psychic tribe for a period of time, but there is a prerequisite.

Hei Xuan frowned slightly after hearing these words, but finally nodded and said:

Say what you want.

My brother Feng Qi also wants to join the psychic clan with me.

Hei Xuan heard this and turned to look at Feng Qi standing aside, then nodded without hesitation:

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

Fengqi: @%!\u0026amp;amp;amp;x?

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

But he was just thinking about it.

After all, if you take a step back, you will get a lot of information, but if you take a step further, you will die young.

He understands this.

My brother is not weak, I think you can try to train him. The Lord of Mist couldn't help but frown at this moment, looked at Hei Xuan and said solemnly.

If it can be proven that he has potential, we will naturally be willing to support his growth. Hei Xuan said with a smile.

The Lord of Mist turned to look at Feng Qi at this moment:

Aqi, how about it?

The situation had developed to this point, so Feng Qi naturally couldn't hide it anymore, so he nodded immediately and said:

Okay, how to prove it.

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

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

You wouldn't blame me if I destroyed the buildings here, would you? Feng Qi's eyes changed at this moment.

Come on. Hei Xuan nodded immediately.

At this time, the Lord of Mist retreated one after another and distanced himself.

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

Suddenly, the beating frequency of the heart began to accelerate, like a war drum beating, shocking the soul, and the wild aura belonging to the berserker finally no longer suppressed and came out through the body.

Blood mist enveloped his body, and his figure began to rise at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hei Xuan's eyes changed when he looked at Feng Qi, and he looked very surprised.

He had already known through Star City's Domain Alliance that Feng Qi could transform into another form, but when he saw it with his own eyes, he realized that this transformation was far stronger than he imagined.

The strong energy of blood rushed towards his face, as if he had completely changed into a devil's body.

The changes in Fengqi continue.

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

boom!

Dark green flames suddenly ignited in his eyes, and then quickly swept through his body.

The purple lines spread outward from the center of the chest, eventually forming a strange pattern that traveled from the chest to the back.

The fingers slowly tightened, and the bones intertwined making a crackling sound.

Terrifying power was brewing in Feng Qi's body, the aura on his body was rising steadily, and fierce flames were sweeping forward. .

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

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

When Hei Xuan was caught off guard, Hei Xuan grabbed Hei Xuan's neck and slammed it to the ground.

boom!

Transparent crystal fragments flew everywhere, and Hei Xuan's flesh and blood body shattered with this push, revealing a black energy body wrapped in flesh and blood.

I'll beat you to death, you stinking idiot!

While roaring in his heart, the veins on Feng Qi's right arm stood out. He grabbed Hei Xuan by the neck, then leaned his body forward and swung his right arm towards the ground.

At this time, the golden mark on Hei Xuan's forehead glowed, and an invisible force suddenly hit Feng Qi's right arm. His arm went numb immediately, and then his chest was hit by the invisible force, and his body flew straight back.

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

Hei Xuan also levitated off the ground at this moment, and grabbed him with one hand. Suddenly, countless golden runes overflowed from his forehead and formed a string of mysterious symbols in the air. The spiritual energy in the air was suddenly drawn by the mysterious runes and gathered towards Feng Qi, wrapping him up to form a golden prison.

Facing the imprisonment, Feng Qi punched forward without hesitation.

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

boom!

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

boom! boom! boom!

Under the successive heavy punches, the golden barrier was quickly overwhelmed, flickering and erratic, as if it would collapse at any time.

At this time Hei Xuan took action again.

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

The spiritual energy of this side of the world quickly outlined the trajectory of the spell under the pull of the golden runes. As the golden barrier was broken by Feng Qi, the golden chains approached and entangled Feng Qi's limbs, and the other end of the golden chain was submerged. Disappeared in the void.

Feng Qi was sealed into the character big and hung in the air.

The binding force of the chains continues to strengthen.

Facing the pressure, the dark green flames in Feng Qi's eyes surged, and his muscles gradually tightened.

If he wanted to get the attention of the psychic tribe, he had to show decent strength, and at this time, he didn't plan to hide his strength anymore.

The muscles on his body gradually swelled at this moment, and the purple soul lines shone brightly, reducing the pressure caused by the golden chains. He exerted force to gradually open the golden energy chains wrapped around his body.

With a roar, Feng Qi's whole body's strength instantly burst out.

The golden chain was suddenly burst by the muscles and shattered into little golden light.

The moment his feet landed on the ground, he leaned forward and jumped towards Hei Xuan like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

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

boom!

The ground shook, and Feng Qi was thrown hard.

But the powerful recovery power only allowed him to regain consciousness after being in a trance for a short time.

The flames of the fist burned in his chest, and he suddenly raised his fist to meet the golden fist that hit his head.

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

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

But just when he was about 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 powerful body of flesh and blood. Is this your true body? Congratulations. After passing my preliminary test, you are qualified to receive a support resource. As expected, those who can be recognized by the Chief of the Mist Clan cannot be weak. .”

When Feng Qi heard this, he couldn't help but curiously asked:

“How do my support resources compare to those of old fans?”

It's incomparable, it's not on the same level at all. Hei Xuan said honestly.

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

He doesn't need to be tested. We know him very well. He was once a being that our psychic clan needed to look up to. Hei Xuan said with a smile and looked at the Lord of the Mist not far away.

Regarding Hei Xuan's compliments, the Lord of Mist showed an indifferent expression and was not used at all.

Feng Qi can understand this.

Loyalty to the psionic race is never an honorable thing for the Lord of the Mists.

The Psychic Tribe was once just an affiliated force that was exploited by the Mist Tribe. Even ordinary members of the Mist Tribe looked down upon them, let alone the leader of the Mist Tribe.

It feels like a former pet suddenly becomes a guest.

When he met again one day after disappearing for a long time, he stopped the owner and told him that he was very awesome now. He hoped that the owner would not be ignorant and be an obedient pet. As long as he was obedient, he would have enough food and food.

Therefore, hearing the praise from the Psychic Tribe, the Mist Lord would only feel humiliated in his heart.

After so many years of contact, he has already figured out the thoughts of old fans.

But even if he feels humiliated in his heart, he will not give up his life for the sake of dignity.

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

The Lord of Mist looked at Hei Xuan at this moment:

Now that I've agreed, it's time to tell us what exactly we want to do, right?

Hei Xuan shook his head at this moment:

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

With that said, Hei Xuanmai walked towards the platform in the distance.

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

When the ancient contract scroll appeared, the bloody words on it were erased with Hei Xuan's hand, turning 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.

More than ten seconds later, the scroll was filled with mysterious words again.

At this moment, Hei Xuan turned to look at the Lord of Mist:

Write your name in the lower right corner with your blood.

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

Under the information asymmetry, he could not judge whether the content on the scroll contained potential dangers or traps.

As if he could read the thoughts in the Lord of Mist's mind, Heixuan waved his hand and stretched out a translucent golden tentacle from his forehead, stabbing Feng Qi and the Lord of Mist's foreheads.

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

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

If Hei Xuan really wanted to kill them, they wouldn't even have the possibility to escape.

When the golden tentacle came into contact with the forehead, the tip slowly sank into it.

At this time, Feng Qi did not feel any physical discomfort, but felt a coolness on his forehead, and something seemed to slowly flow into his mind.

Gradually, a golden mark appeared on their foreheads.

Imprinted on the ancient scroll, the originally unreadable text suddenly became understandable.

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

The knowledge of the written word has been instilled and now helps you to establish a deep connection with the consciousness bank of the Holy Spirit. Do not resist any kind of resistance and remain relaxed throughout.

After hearing 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 he was traveling between the stars, with countless stars passing by him as he kept flying into the distance.

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

I saw a line of words printed on the stone tablet:

[I can spend the rest of my life in misery, but my people can’t! 】

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