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Chapter 37 Three Skill Books

After half an hour, the strenuous feeling suddenly disappeared.

The dazzling divine light also dissipated. Qin Yang was so stimulated that tears burst down his face. The light dissipated. What he saw when he opened his eyes was still a vast expanse of white. His eyes were almost blinded.

After getting used to it for a while, I could vaguely see the surrounding environment. The kid's bones were still there, but this time there was a sense of peace.

There were unexpectedly three balls of light in his palm.

There was a golden ball of light, the light inside was flickering, and it was impossible to see what was inside. There were two left, one blue ball of light and one purple ball of light.

There is a blue book in the blue light ball, with a strong aura, surrounded by clouds, hair-thin thunder flashing in the clouds, and eight large characters on the bark of the tree.

The secret method of attracting thunder from the clear clouds.

There are no books in the purple ball of light. There are only countless strange runes gathered into the ball. A layer of flames lingers on the surface, distorting everything inside. However, among the outermost runes, there are some biggest ones that Qin Yang doesn't recognize.

, but you can instantly understand the meaning.

Magical power, thunder and fire.

Qin Yang held three light balls and didn't react for a long time. He was still in a daze.

Who is this little brat?

A golden ball of light, a purple magical power, and a blue secret technique.

The color of something touched does represent the quality, but it does not represent the grade. The color can only represent the quality of the thing touched within this grade.

It’s just that it’s not clear yet how this is specifically divided…

The secret recipes for barbecue ingredients that I had touched before were all blue light balls, but the thief skill that I thought was most suitable was just the most rubbish white color...

The name of this secret technique is very deceiving, and the word Shangqing actually appears here. Qin Yang couldn't help but think a lot, but he didn't know if this Shangqing was the Shangqing in his memory.

There is another purple magical power, which is of a better level than the secret arts. I don’t know the details. I have only heard legends before that there are almost no special restrictions on the practice of secret arts. As long as it matches your own skills, you will have a chance to achieve it.

The prerequisites for cultivating magical powers are too high. Some people who have acquired magical powers will never be able to learn them for the rest of their lives. But as long as they master them, they are all powerful and terrifying, or they have some very miraculous abilities that far exceed the level of monks.

ability.

Qin Yang didn't hesitate and slapped the basketball on his head first.

Not long after, Qin Yang opened his eyes again, his face turned slightly dark.

This secret method of attracting thunder from the clear clouds is indeed very powerful. It is at the extreme level of the technique. It can move a thousand pounds with four ounces and use one's own strength to mobilize all the forces of the world. As long as it is successfully performed, the power that bursts out will definitely exceed the monk's own level.

.

But it's of no use to Qin Yang...

It takes too long to activate, consumes too much real energy, and requires a person with a stable soul and sufficient soul power to successfully perform it.

The most basic minimum limit is that monks who are at least in the late stage of foundation establishment are qualified to practice.

A book of blue secrets can only be used to stare blankly, and Qin Yang has no expectations for that magical power that is simply introduced...

He also patted the purple ball of light on his forehead.

After a moment, Qin Yang opened his eyes expressionlessly.

Sure enough, this magical power is indeed ridiculously strong, but it is even more deceptive...

Concentrate your magical power to swallow the twin demons of thunder and fire. After you have mastered it, open your mouth and spit it out, and it will be like a thunder disaster coming. Thunder and fire merge to destroy everything. Wherever it passes, life will be extinguished and everything will be wiped out.

However, this magical power is simply the innate magical power of this little kid.

Among supernatural powers, the most common type is also the type that is basically difficult to copy.

Most monsters have their own innate magical powers, but they vary in strength and weakness. According to legend, the magical powers circulated among monks were originally copied from the innate magical powers of other races in the village...

This magical power of thunder and fire is considered to be one of the stronger types.

pity……

Even if I have completely analyzed this magical power in my mind now, and understand it more deeply than the little kid himself, it is useless...

There is no way to display it at all, at least it is impossible to display it at the moment.

Even though the magical power consumes less and is more powerful, and can even be used as an instinctive talent after being cultivated, his current power will soon be sucked into him as soon as he starts to operate...

The two worse ones in a row, I learned it, understood it thoroughly, but couldn't use it at all.

Qin Yang also completely lost interest in the last golden ball of light.

Even if this is the first time I have touched a golden ball of light.

He patted it into his head casually, and Qin Yang didn't bother to pay attention to it, letting the information contained in it integrate into his mind...

He took the coffin, put clothes on the little kid's body, arranged everything, put it into the coffin, took out a separate storage bag, put the coffin in it, hung it around his neck and hid it close to his body.

Just when Qin Yang was about to move forward, his steps suddenly stopped, his face became stiff, his pupils slowly dilated, and his mouth opened involuntarily...

"Purple Sky Taoist Scripture!"

With an exclamation, Qin Yang was so frightened that he felt a little unsteady and his whole body felt dizzy.

Never expected it...

I had already given up, but as the knowledge contained in the golden ball of light poured into my mind, I realized belatedly that what was contained in the golden ball of light turned out to be the Zixiao Taoist Scripture!

Not wanting to think too much, Qin Yang quickly threw down a few talismans and seals to protect himself. He sat cross-legged, his consciousness sinking into his body, and he carefully felt the newly obtained Zixiao Dao Sutra.

In just a moment, the vast heavenly sound resounded deep into the soul, and every word contained the truth of heaven and earth, making it difficult for people to extricate themselves during the period of silence.

Each note did not resemble the pronunciation of words, but seemed to contain infinite information. But in an instant, Qin Yang was completely lost.

I don't know how long it took, Qin Yang slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and boundless, and the aura on his body also had a hint of ancient mist.

"Thanks to the Zixiao Taoist Scripture, it is so extensive and profound that even if I take out the skill book, I still can't understand it all. I can only imprint it all deeply on my soul and slowly penetrate it..."

Qin Yang stood up and sighed aloud, but there was a trace of regret in his eyes.

It is indeed the Zixiao Taoist Scripture, but unfortunately it is already incomplete as the legend says. The part obtained can only be used to build the foundation and the two realms of three yuan, and the rest are gone.

"Um?"

After sighing, Qin Yang looked stunned for a moment, and upon closer inspection, he realized that all the skills he had practiced before had been eliminated, and he had automatically converted to the Zixiao Dao Sutra. The ninth level of qi nourishment had actually dropped to the fifth level of qi nourishment.

After a little calculation, Qin Yang was secretly shocked that his true energy had been compressed hundreds of times.

The true energy flowing in the meridians is as gurgling as mercury liquid. It is both heavy and ethereal, and its quality is completely different from before.

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