Qing Yi's cultivation level was much stronger than Qin Shuo's. Even though he was seriously injured, he still managed to carry the poison, but when the wind blade he used struck, Qin Shuo couldn't even dodge it.
Fortunately, Qin Shuo's advantage is still there. He always maintains the appearance of a mountain elf, which greatly misleads the direction of the Qingyi Wind Blade's aim.
He used the soil to turn the wine bowl sideways. Although the earth ball was still cut, the wine bowl narrowly passed through the slit between the wind blades!
Qin Shuo was still injured. His bowl foot was cut away by the wind blade in a full circle. Qin Shuo felt touch but no pain. He did not scream in pain, but he felt that the spiritual power he had accumulated through hard work was in the wine bowl.
The breach quickly leaked out!
The wine bowl fell to the ground, and Qin Shuo awkwardly retrieved the bowl's feet with mud. He pressed the bowl's feet over the break with soft mud. The leakage of spiritual power was reduced, but it still continued to leak out!
Qin Shuo was shocked and angry!
Xuelin had a sinister smile on his face. He still didn't see the wine bowl, but when he saw the earth ball being cut, he thought Qing Yi's attack was completely successful!
The anger caused by Qin Shuo's pressure and beating erupted like a torrent. He raised the iron sword with one hand and gathered all his spiritual power!
Qin Shuo was hit by Qing Yi's wind blade, and Xue Lin thought Qin Shuo would die!
But Xuelin can't let Qin Shuo die in Qing Yi's hands. Even if Qin Shuo wants to die, he can only be killed by him!
Xuelin didn't think Qin Shuo had the strength to resist, so he only attacked but didn't defend!
Qin Shuo was so anxious that he didn't want to continue to argue with Xuelin? When he saw Xuelin's breasts exposed, he didn't even think about it. He drove his sword in and his spiritual power exploded!
Qing Yi screamed: "No!"
Xuelin felt a chill in his chest. When he lowered his head to look, his body had been blown apart by spiritual power, and his big heart had disappeared!
Xuelin dropped the iron sword and pressed a trembling hand against the perforation on his chest. His seven orifices were bleeding rapidly, and blood spurted out from the wound. He turned around in disbelief and looked at Qing Yi.
"Uncle...I...I..."
It fell softly and fell with a clatter.
Qing Yi couldn't even say a word, and burst into tears!
Although Qin Shuo was worried that his spiritual power would continue to leak out, he couldn't work in vain.
He was a ruthless character who wanted to bite off a piece of his own flesh before he died. He stretched out his clay hand, grabbed a cloth bag from Xuelin's waist, and then fled!
Qin Shuo didn't dare to dig into the ground. There were tree roots and debris underground, and he was afraid that the bowl foot he had finally pressed down would be taken away by the collision. He also didn't dare to roll on the ground, as rolling would make his pressing more unstable.
The earth ball stretched out its four legs, with the bottom of the bowl facing the sky. It crawled on all four legs, but it walked very fast!
Qing Yi stared at Qin Shuo with overwhelming hatred. Looking at Qin Shuo's image at this time, he finally understood everything. This little mountain spirit was the turtle he was looking for!
Qingyi looked up to the sky and roared loudly, the sound shook the whole world!
Qin Shuo heard the roar behind him, but how could he still be in the mood to pay attention? The spiritual power was still leaking out, and he panicked!
Qin Shuo can use the power of life to save people, but the power of life is useless to him and he cannot save himself.
Qin Shuo doesn't know how he can cope with the current situation. He can only think from a mortal perspective. He is a bowl, made of clay, and he needs clay!
But he knew nothing about ceramics, so how could he know where to find clay? He could only do the next best thing, he looked for clay, and the clay was by the river!
Qin Shuo was standing on a mountainside. He looked far away and saw a silver dragon-like stream in the distance. He ran quickly.
However, just as he ran to the river, the leakage of spiritual power in his body had quietly stopped.
Qin Shuo stood on the soft soil by the river, in a daze. He could feel the changes in his spiritual power. Now, his spiritual power had dropped below the level of Xue Lin.
Qin Shuo's heart felt cold. He could still faintly feel the spiritual power flowing on the bottom of the broken bowl.
He finally understood that he was a bowl, not a person, and the rules of his spiritual power were different from those of people.
He practiced as a whole, and the spiritual power he gained from cultivation was evenly distributed throughout his body. If a piece of him was cut off, a piece of his spiritual power would be missing. This is the rule, simple and direct.
And based on his experience of watching anime in his previous life, he also deduced a conclusion,
A monster like him, which has no seven orifices, no five internal organs, and is like a ball of mud, should have a core. As long as the core is immortal, he will be immortal.
But this is just Qin Shuo's guess. He has no evidence, and he can't break himself into pieces for experiments. What if he guesses wrong.
Qin Shuo was still unwilling to accept the decline in his cultivation level. He still tried to use the wet soil under his body to glue the bowl's feet together.
Gui is stuck, but it will fall down if he flicks it lightly. Moreover, even if he is stuck, he still cannot let the spiritual power on the foot of the bowl return to himself.
Qin Shuo even wanted to die. He had worked hard to accumulate a little spiritual power. Is it easy for him?
However, at this moment, an old chuckle came from beside him.
Qin Shuo was startled, and when his consciousness reached out, he found an old woman with gray hair squatting not far from him.
There was a wooden tray next to the old woman, which contained clothes. She held a wooden stick in her hand and gently tapped a soaked piece of clothing on the soapstone.
The old woman was washing clothes, and it seemed that she came to the river earlier than Qin Shuo.
Qin Shuo was only thinking about gluing the bowl's feet together. He was so distracted that he didn't notice the old woman's existence.
The old woman didn't seem surprised at all when she saw Qin Shuo's wine bowl could move on its own, because she was also a monster herself and had antlers on her head.
The old woman said: "You are a demon, and your bowl feet are also the body of a demon. If you use earth to glue them together, it will be useless even if they are glued together."
Qin Shuo was overjoyed when he heard this and said anxiously: "Old lady, do you know how to stick it back on?"
The old woman was shocked when she heard this: "Old woman?"
She used her wet palms to pull the white hair on her shoulders in front of her, and smiled bitterly: "Yes... I am already an old woman."
She glanced at Qin Shuo again, her expression became cold, and she continued to knock on her clothes.
When Qin Shuo saw this, he knew that the old woman had no choice.
He sighed for a while, then threw Wan Zu into the belly of Wan, summoned Tulang, and then staggered towards the forest with Wan Zhi and the bag snatched from Xuelin on his back.
But he had only walked for a while when the old woman suddenly called to him.
"wait!"
Seeing the slightly excited expression on her face, Qin Shuo tightened his will. If something went wrong, there must be a monster, so he kept a cautious eye on her.
The old woman didn't even give up the wooden plate and clothes, wiped her palms with her apron, and walked up the river.