PFC Chapter 228 Qilin Arm
Chapter 228 Qilin Arm
Lingyun Cave.
The Fire Kirin is twenty meters long, surrounded by flames and roaring, spewing flames.
【Fire Kylin】
【Level: 5】
[Experience: 2267/5000, absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to grow, and automatically increases a little experience every year]
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【Strength: 10】
[Agility: 25]
[Defense: 10]
[Magic Control: 10]
[Skills: Flame Breathing, Feign Death]
[Talent: Qilin blood, blood with fire psychic energy]
The attributes are pretty rubbish. Apart from running a little faster, it is not as good as the divine beast.
Moreover, the upgrade is very slow. It will take tens of thousands of years to reach level ten.
The Fire Kirin in Lingyun Cave is something that every expert in Fengyun must fight against.
However, this beast is not a fighting beast, but a medicinal beast.
A divine beast that can provide spiritual blood and other natural treasures.
A giant beast that was more than ten meters tall and completely red in color ignored the flames, rushed forward and knocked the Fire Kirin more than ten feet away with one claw.
The Fire Qilin wanted to run, but found that his body was covered by an invisible transparent membrane.
"Try my white python whip."
The white python whipped the fire unicorn wildly, causing it to scream in pain.
Finally, the whip had the special effect of conquering his heart, and the Fire Qilin became Wencai's spiritual beast.
Wencai took out the large stone basin he had prepared and stabbed the Fire Kirin with a dagger.
The blood flowed into the large stone basin like magma.
This large stone basin was like a bathtub, filled with a pool of unicorn blood. Only then did Wencai stop.
The Fire Kirin looked listless due to excessive bleeding. It was unexpected that such a big guy would become weak after cutting the first basin of blood.
After putting the Fire Kirin into the spiritual storage, Wencai took out Xiahou's severed hand and soaked it in the blood basin for a few minutes.
He didn't pull his arm out until a blood-red Fire Kirin tattoo appeared faintly on the entire arm.
"You have obtained the Qilin Arm."
"Qilin Arm, increases the holder's fire power, strength +20, fire attribute attack +30%."
"After equipping this, the attack power is the Qilin Black Flame Power, and it can hit with double the power when angry."
"The equipment has side effects. The arm sometimes goes out of control and grabs the round, bullet-shaped sponge."
After touching the Qilin arm, Wencai immediately received a system prompt.
Good stuff, absolutely good stuff.
Wencai planned to cut off both his hands and replace them with Qilin arms.
But the side effects are too bad. Isn’t this the hand of a pervert?
Besides, after absorbing the spiritual blood, Qilin's arms seemed to grow bigger and became extremely ferocious.
After making the Qilin Arm, only one-fifth of the spiritual blood can drip out of the stone basin.
It seems that four more Qilin arms can be made.
After walking around Lingyun Cave, I found more than a dozen blood bodhisattvas.
"Blood Bodhi, Strength +5."
5 points of strength was considered a Huo Tingen-level master in the Republic of China.
If we can mass-produce experts, we will be able to defeat the Japanese easily.
Blood Bodhi can increase 5 points of strength, but you can only eat one, and it will be useless if you eat more.
Only if he can continue to eat unlimited amounts of supplementary food, he can become One Punch Man.
Wencai ate one and found it tasted pretty good.
He increased his strength by five points, and now he has 25 points of strength.
Purely speaking, his strength attribute is higher than Yan Chixia's.
But unfortunately, humans and immortals all fight with magic, and what they talk about is Taoism, not strength.
The attribute of strength has a multiplying effect on martial arts.
The power of magic still depends on Taoism.
After returning to Guobei Town, I met Xiahou at Renjia Inn.
"Xiahou, Yan Chixia has already run away. You did a good job this time. I will reattach your arm."
Wencai took out the black jade ointment and applied it on Xiahou's broken arm.
The black jade paste looks like 502 glue on the skin.
Wencai put down the Qilin arm and it immediately touched Xiahou's broken arm.
It fits perfectly, without any scars, as if there was no injury.
It's just that his arms became a little thicker, like the arms of the muscular man Schwarzenegger.
When Xiahou received the Qilin arm, he felt his whole body was full of strength, especially the arm, which faintly exuded a fiery power.
With a casual punch, the air made a loud bang.
Almost, almost had a strength of 3 kilograms.
This time the broken arm was really worth it.
With 20 points of Qilin Arm plus 8 points of his own attributes and 28 strength, Xiahou is definitely one of the top warriors in the world except for the human immortal.
It’s a pity that there is no magic and no immortals in this world.
A peerless warrior like Xiahou can dominate the world.
"We can make four more arms. Do you want to equip Shi Shaojian and Ning Caichen with them as well?"
Wencai had the thought, but immediately gave it up.
Shi Shaojian is a giant corpse, and I don’t know if he can pretend to be one. If he can’t, it would be a waste of a precious Qilin arm.
As for Ning Caichen, as a mortal, his yang energy is too weak.
If this arm is attached to him, Ning Caichen will not be able to drive it and will go crazy. There is even a great possibility that he will be burned to a charred corpse by the firepower of the Qilin arm.
"Brother Xiahou, you should practice this Nine Yang Divine Art well."
This copy of Nine Yang Divine Art is certainly not the original, but a copy written by a talented writer named Ning Caichen.
When Xiahou saw this scene, he regretted that he was not a girl, otherwise he would have pledged himself to the man.
"My benefactor, Xiahou is willing to serve you from now on."
This sentence is a bit redundant.
At Wencai's words, he would cut off his arm without hesitation. His loyalty can stand the test.
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Black Mountain, the city of the dead.
The entire city is built on a huge black mountain.
Millions of dead souls live here.
The underworld is very large, including the Hades, the Yellow Springs and many other underworld kingdoms.
A corner of the Black Mountain Underworld is under the management of the Black Mountain Old Demon.
At this time, a Taoist priest with a big beard came to the city.
This person is Yan Chixia.
After escaping to the underworld and returning to the world of the living again, he was targeted by the national teacher Pudu Cihang.
Killing the county magistrate is a trivial matter; the key is the Diamond Sutra in his hand.
This Diamond Sutra is not an ordinary sutra. It was written by Tathagata with blood and contains terrifying Buddha power.
It was the number one magic weapon of the Demon Suppression Bureau back then, and also the national treasure of the Ming Dynasty in the Shenwu World.
As a result, it was stolen by Yan Chixia. The Imperial Master has been thinking about seizing this scripture day and night for these years.
Unfortunately, Yan Chixia kept his real name secret and there was no way to find him.
This time he got the news and mobilized the National Guard to hunt down Yan Chixia.
Yan Chixia had no choice but to continue fleeing to the City of the Dead.
The underworld also has laws, like hell and the underworld are managed by the Lord of Hell, the King of Hell.
Living people who enter the underworld privately will be wanted by ghost officials, and the Black Mountain is a no-man's land.
God doesn’t care, Buddha doesn’t care, and Yama doesn’t care either.
Therefore, many old demons hide in the City of the Dead and survive.
Yan Chixia had a strong scent of a human immortal, and as soon as he entered the city, he alarmed the Black Mountain Old Demon.
In the Black Mountain Realm, the Black Mountain Old Demon can teleport to any place with just a thought.
Just as Yan Chixia arrived at the city gate, a black aura appeared before his eyes.
The Black Mountain Old Demon was dressed in a black robe, ten meters tall, and his face was as haggard as a mummy.
Hundreds of human heads were faintly moving under the loose black robes.
Some of these heads were singing incomprehensible songs in a low voice.
Some were screaming in pain, others had lifeless eyes as if they were stupid.
It is more hatred, filled with endless hostility, hatred and madness towards living things.
The Black Mountain Demon is a monster. His is a strange creature that is a mixture of hundreds of souls.
"Eat him."
15% of the electorate voted in favor.
"Let him go."
No one agreed.
"Ask him what he's doing here?"
60% in favor.
The rest abstentions.