Early the next morning.

After breakfast, Feng Qi asked for leave with the Mist Lord and left the old school.

At eight o'clock in the morning, they came to a slaughterhouse in the northern part of the old city.

Even though he had made up his mind to agree to the recruitment of the Psionic Race, the Mist Lord still wanted to restore his strength as much as possible before joining, so as to prevent unexpected emergencies.

After paying and getting out of the car, what they saw was a modern processing plant.

The road here is clean and tidy, and you can see that there are continuous transport vehicles driving out of the factory, sending the 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, wisps of cooking smoke rose from the iron pots in front of the tents, and the strong smell of meat was blown by the wind, and many ragged figures could be seen chatting or playing around nearby.

They seem to be down and out, but there are smiles on the faces of these people, and they seem to be extremely satisfied with the life in front of them.

"They are a group of human scavengers recently accepted by the old city. They are temporarily placed here and supported by this slaughtering factory. There is no point in eating and waiting to die here." The Lord of Mist introduced at this time .

Hearing these words, 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 a waste of time." The Mist Lord shook his head.

"They can find happiness in wasting time, they are really using and enjoying time, and working hard for the rise of the race like you is wasting time, even if they have to."

The Lord of Mist heard this and was about to refute when he suddenly realized something.

After a short thought, he couldn't help but nodded:

"You're right, it's a waste of time for the rise of the race, but the ultimate goal is to let the clansmen enjoy the time... Aqi, you see farther than I do."

"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 forward with heavy burdens 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 appointment information, they were released.

After negotiating with the person in charge and ordering a batch of blood food, the Mist Lord paid the deposit, and then the two returned to the old school.

Next, the blood food will be sent to the old school by the transport vehicle.

…

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

Regarding the mysterious disappearance of Hei Xuan, there was a discussion in the class for a while, but the senior management of the former school seemed very calm.

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

The entire Old City is already operating under the control of the Psionic Race, and it is not a problem at all to send a transfer student into the Old School. As for the disappearance of Hei Xuan, there is no need to explain too much to the high-level officials of the old school, just give a reason.

A week passed quickly.

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

After a short chat, they came to the dormitory of the Mist Lord, and were then transported to the mysterious area again.

When the sight regained clarity, what Feng Qi saw was a familiar scene.

The towering golden energy tree in the center of the square, the transparent crystal floor under the feet, the energy transmission equipment wriggling like blood vessels in the sky... the air is not only rich in aura, but also the quality of aura is extremely high, it can definitely be regarded as a treasured place for cultivation.

The difference is that not far in front of the teleportation platform where they are, there is a pool of **** liquid.

At this moment, Hei Xuan smiled and looked at the Mist Lord:

"Absorbing the blood from this pool is enough to fully restore your strength, and even gain a lot of energy. This is a meeting gift from my Psychic Race... Patriarch Misty, you are a smart person, make your choice, right?"

At this time, the Lord of the Mist obviously didn't have the idea of ​​hiding his thoughts. After all, if he didn't agree at this time, the Psionic Race would obviously not have the patience to negotiate.

He nodded at this moment and said:

"Okay, I agree to serve you Psionics for a while, but there is a prerequisite."

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

"State your request."

"My brother Feng Qi will also join me in the Psionic Race."

Hei Xuan heard that, turned his head to look at Feng Qi who was standing aside, then nodded without hesitation and said:

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

Feng Qi: @%!&x?

Hearing Hei Xuan scolding him as a waste without any concealment, Feng Qi's mentality exploded, and he wanted to turn into a blood source form on the spot, press Hei Xuan on the ground and rub hard, and then punch his dog's head off.

But he also just thought about it.

After all, if you take a step back, there is a lot of information, and if you take a step further, you will die young.

He understands this truth.

"My brother is not weak, I think you can try to cultivate it." The Mist Lord couldn't help frowning at this moment, looking at Heixuan and said in a deep voice.

"If we 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 to look at Feng Qi at this moment:

"Aqi, how is it?"

The situation has developed to this point, so Feng Qi can't hide it any longer, so he immediately nodded and said:

"Okay, how to prove it."

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

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

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

"Come on." Hei Xuan nodded immediately.

At this moment, the Mist Lord retreated one after another, opening a distance.

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

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

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

Hei Xuan's eyes looking at Feng Qi changed at this moment, he was very surprised.

He already knew that Feng Qi could transform into another form through the Star City's Domain Alliance, but only after witnessing it with his own eyes did he realize that this transformation is far stronger than he imagined.

The strong power of Qi and blood rushed towards his face, as if he had completely changed into a demon body.

The changes in Fengqi are still going on.

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

"boom!"

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

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

The fingers slowly retracted, and the bones intertwined and cracked.

Terrifying power was brewing in Feng Qi's body, the momentum on his body was rising steadily, and fierce flames swept 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 swelled, cracks appeared on the ground under his feet, and his figure appeared in front of Hei Xuan in an instant.

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

boom!

The transparent crystal shards splashed all over the place, and this push caused Hei Xuan's flesh and blood body to shatter, revealing the black energy body wrapped in flesh and blood.

"Fall to death you stupid idiot!"

While roaring inwardly, the blue veins on Feng Qi's right arm stood out, he pinched Hei Xuan's neck and grabbed him, then leaned forward and swung his right arm towards the ground.

At this time, the golden mark on Heixuan's forehead glowed, and an invisible force suddenly hit Fengqi's right arm, and his arm went numb immediately, and then his chest was hit by an invisible force, and his body bounced straight back.

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

Hei Xuan was also levitating off the ground at this time, and grabbed him with one hand, and immediately countless golden runes overflowed from his forehead in the air to form a string of mysterious symbols. The aura in the air was immediately attracted by the mysterious rune and gathered towards Fengqi, wrapping him into a golden prison.

Facing the captivity, Feng Qi punches 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 appeared on the golden barrier.

boom! boom! boom!

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

At this time, Hei Xuan shot again.

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

Under the traction of the golden runes, the spiritual energy of this square of heaven and earth quickly outlined the trajectory of the magic spell. When the golden barrier was shattered by Feng Qi, a series of golden chains approached, entangled Feng Qi's limbs, and the other end of the golden iron chain sank into it. Disappeared in the void.

Just like that, Feng Qi was blocked into the character "big" and hung in the air.

The binding force of the iron chain is continuously strengthened.

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

If he wanted to gain the attention of the Psionic Race, he had to show decent strength, and he didn't intend to hide his strength at this time.

The muscles on his body gradually bulged at this moment, and the lines of the purple soul shone brightly, reducing the oppressive feeling brought by the golden chains.

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

The golden chain was immediately exploded by the muscles, breaking into bits of golden light.

The moment his feet landed, his body leaned forward like a tiger pouncing on Hei Xuan.

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, and a big golden hand stretched out from inside to grab him, picked him up and slammed it towards him. ground.

boom!

The ground trembled, and Feng Qi was thrown firmly.

But the strong resilience made him come back to his senses after only a brief trance.

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

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

The speed of Qi and blood consumption is accelerating, Feng Qi chooses to put the body into a state of heavy operation.

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

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

"I didn't expect you to have such a powerful flesh and blood body. This is your main body, right? Congratulations, you have passed my preliminary test, and you are eligible to receive a support resource. It is impossible for the weak to be recognized by the mist patriarch .”

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

"How do my support resources compare to old fans?"

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

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

"He doesn't need a test, we know him very well, he was once an existence that our Psychic Race needs to look up to." Hei Xuan smiled and looked at the Mist Lord not far away.

Regarding Hei Xuan's flattery, the Mist Lord's expression was indifferent, and it didn't help at all.

Feng Qi can understand this.

Allegiance to the Psionics is definitely not an honorable thing for the Lord of the Mist.

The Psionic Clan used to be just a subsidiary force exploited by the Mist Clan, and even ordinary members of the Mist Clan didn't look up to them, let alone the patriarch, the Mist Lord.

This feeling is like a former pet suddenly turning into a guest.

When I met again one day after disappearing for a long time, I stopped the owner and told him that he was very awesome now, and hoped that the owner would not know what is good and what is bad, and be obedient and be a pet, as long as he is obedient, he will eat and eat enough in the future.

So hearing the psionic race's praise, the Mist Lord would only feel humiliated in his heart.

After so many years of contact, he has already made up his old fan's mind.

But even if he was humiliated in his heart, he would not give up his life for dignity.

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

The Mist Lord looked at Hei Xuan at this moment:

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

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 distant platform.

Seeing this, Feng Qi and the Lord of the Mist followed immediately.

When the quaint contract scroll emerged, the **** writing on it was erased with a wave of Heixuan's hand, turning it into a blank quaint scroll, and then a golden light flew from Heixuan'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 his head to look at the Lord of the Mist:

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

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

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

Seemingly seeing what the Mist Lord was thinking, Heixuan waved his hand and stretched out a translucent golden tentacle from his forehead, stabbing at Fengqi and the Mist Lord's forehead.

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

In fact, their lives are now under the control of the Psionic Race.

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

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

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

Gradually, a golden imprint appeared on their foreheads ~lightnovelpub.net~ imprinted on the ancient scrolls, and the originally unreadable text suddenly became understandable.

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

"The knowledge about words has been instilled, and now it will help you establish a deep connection with the Holy Spirit's consciousness pool. Don't have any resistance, and stay relaxed throughout the process."

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

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

It was like shuttling through the galaxy, with countless stars passing by, and he kept flying into the distance.

After a long time, a magnificent stone tablet 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! 】