Primitive Tribe Adventure

The Qing Qi captured by Feng Yun not only has not given up to escape, but even knows how to seize the opportunity. When he drew his knife and chopped the shock wave, it increased the power of the totem that the impact enveloped it, and wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

It's just a pity that Feng Yun seemed to have expected it to come this way, and the power of the wrapped totem suddenly shrank, completely confining it.

In order to prevent it from exploding like the Qingqi he had captured before, he also sent a sword intent to its side.

As long as it had a hint of self-destruction, he immediately cut it with a knife.

However, Feng Yun did not want him to have the opportunity to use the sword intent.

Through observation, Feng Yun has confirmed that the fresh air in the mist in the hidden woods is very different. It seems to be conscious, even unconscious, and quite spiritual.

His sword intent is extremely destructive, being cut by it, no matter if Qing Qi is conscious or spiritual, it will be killed by the sword intent.

In other words, even if he prevented it from exploding, it is very likely that he will only get a corpse.

Anyone who is not a fool can understand the difference between a living thing and a dead body.

Not to mention, if Qing Qi is really conscious or spiritual, it will be easier to gain from it if it is alive.

I don't know if I was aware of the horror of the sword intent, Qing Qi, who was imprisoned by Fengyun with totem power, did not choose to explode, and even became very honest.

This was naturally what Feng Yun would like to see, but he still didn't dare to be careless. He didn't take the sword intent back, leaving it by Qingqi's side.

Qingqi has never dared to move.

Feng Yun kept retreating until he was more than fifty miles away from the woods, and then he chose to stop. He would retreat so far because he was worried that what would happen in the woods would affect him and prevent him from studying well what he captured. Qingqi.

Feng Yun looked around and walked over to a hill on the left.

The distance between him and the hill is not far, only less than one mile.

In fact, this is why he chose to stop at this time.

Xiaoshan seemed to him, with a little processing, he could create a hidden place without worrying about being disturbed, so that he could devote more energy to the study of Qing Qi.

When he got close to the hill, Feng Yun pulled out the knife, waved it at it, and then put the knife in its sheath, and then stretched out his hand and made a gesture of opening his palm towards the place where the knife was swung.

A golden light snake flew out of his palm and flew towards the mountain. The snake's head was like a nail, deeply pierced into the mountain.

"Rumble..."

With a roar, a piece of mountain was pulled out by the wind and clouds.

After a while, a hole appeared in the mountain, which was very deep, more than ten feet.

Fengyun glanced into the hole, and then at the long rock that had been taken out of the mountain. Once again, a light snake flew out of the palm, and one head hit the root of the rock, which was about two feet long. It smashed into pieces.

With a light jump, Fengyun entered the hole he had made in the mountain, but did not go inside, stopped at the entrance of the hole, turned around, and faced the entrance of the hole.

Then the golden light snake flew out of his palm and got in from the root of the rock that he pulled out of the mountain. Then the rock flew up and approached the cave entrance.

As the wind and clouds continue to retreat to the depths of the hole, the rock also enters the hole.

Since the hole was originally formed by the wind and cloud extracting the rock, it re-entered and it fits perfectly.

When Fengyun stopped pulling on the rock, he had already reached the bottom of the hole.

At this time, if someone is standing in front of the mountain, they will find that the rock is level with the mountain. If you don't look closely, you won't find any abnormalities.

Feng Yun went all the way to the bottom of the hole, sat down against the rock wall, and then set his gaze on the clear air he had captured.

He is now hiding himself in the mountain, basically he doesn't have to worry about being disturbed.

Feng Yun stared at Qing Qi, and the power of the totem surrounding it became more transparent so that he could see more clearly.

After watching for a while, a look of disappointment appeared on Feng Yun's face.

Although he worked hard, even in order to improve his eyesight, he instilled more perception into his eyes. Naturally, he did this to pry into the secret of Qingqi, but he was disappointed in the result.

In addition to seeing Qingqi more clearly, he didn't find any difference in it, let alone discover the secret of it.

After hesitating, Feng Yun put out a finger and approached the power of the totem that was imprisoned with Qingqi.

The finger touched the force of the totem, and the force of the totem, which became very substantial due to compression, did not produce any obstruction to his fingers, allowing him to reach in very easily.

Soon, the tip of his finger was very close to Qingqi.

The quiet Qing Qi became agitated, struggling to drill away from Feng Yun's fingers, obviously not wanting him to touch it.

Feng Yun's eyes immediately became fierce, and the sword intention Qingqi quickly approached, and finally stopped only a few minutes away from it.

It was as if he had been hit by a fixation technique, and he didn't move.

Feng Yun finally touched Qing Qi as he wished, and then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

Qingqi gave him a very peculiar offense. He seemed to have touched the entity, soft and smooth, with some silky touch, and it was cool, which made him feel very comfortable.

Feng Yun became more curious about Qingqi.

The fingers moved back and forth on it, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time. The touch was so good that he was reluctant to separate it.

Fortunately, he remembered what the purpose was.

His fingers still separated from Qing Qi, and he urged the knife to cut off a part from Qing Qi, a very small part, less than one percent of it.

In the process of cutting, Qing Qi became restless again, he wrapped it with the intent of a knife, and it quieted down.

Feng Yun fixed the cut Qing Qi on his fingertips.

After thinking about it, he continued to cut it with a knife intent, cutting it into many small pieces.

His approach was inspired by one of the methods of studying biology he had learned before passing through-slices, hoping to uncover the secret of Qingqi, at least to deepen his understanding of it.

Feng Yun failed. More precisely, before he could observe the clear breath that was carefully cut by him, it "dead".

He felt it became silent, whether it had consciousness or spirituality, disappeared.

However, Fengyun was not without any gains. After his death, the Qing Qi and his totem power soon showed signs of fusion.

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