The prosperous age of blood

Chapter 70 Self-created skills

When Qian Qi woke up, he was surrounded by white, with a bright lamp above his head.There was a piece of softness under his body, it turned out that he was already lying in his living room.

"you're awake."

Jia Liao and other blood races surrounded Qianqi's bed and asked with concern.

"How long have I been sleeping?" Qianqi sat up all of a sudden, stretched his waist, and the soreness in his body had already dissipated after this sleep, replaced by a sense of strength that wanted to vent.

"Three days." Jia Liao replied.

"Three days." Qian Qi smiled and stretched his muscles again. "It hasn't been long in the past three days, and the recovery is still at the bottom."

Thinking that Qian Qi was dying when they were carried up by the crowd, but now he was alive and well, the Iron Shield group couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"I'm going to the basement to try my current strength." Jumping off the bed, Qianqi was about to rush to the basement, but his stomach growled uncontrollably.The iron shield members who provoked burst into laughter again.

Helpless, Qianqi can only have lunch with his partners and eat every meal.Qian Qi's belly swelled after eating all the dishes on the table.

"I'm full, let's go to the basement."

Qian Qi greeted the members of Iron Shield.

"This guy, besides cultivation, doesn't he know how to do other things?"

The Iron Shield members admired Qianqi's persistence in penance cultivation. Not everyone has this kind of perseverance.

In the empty basement, Qian Qi took a deep breath.

"Try the strength of the ninth-level viscount."

He punched the ground with his empty hand, and with a bang, the marble floor suddenly shattered, leaving a deep pit on the ground.

"That's what power feels like, so good."

Qian Qi looked at his right hand. He was very satisfied with the destructive power that could be caused by a single punch without using any skills.

"You can do that with a single punch. If you use all your strength to turn the tide, this basement will probably collapse."

Qian Qi didn't need to test the power of the ability to turn the tide, so he didn't use that extremely destructive ability on the basement floor.

"Let's see how far I can go with my current strength."

With a flick of his left hand to his right, lore was already in his hand, whoosh...the sound of piercing through the air could be heard endlessly, and countless afterimages of black daggers scattered in front of his eyes like dark clouds.

"72 hits!"

Huh, Qianqi exhaled.

"72 shots per second. Not bad."

After shaking his left and right hands, Qianqi said to himself: "With my current strength, all kinds of skills can reach a new level, but these skills alone are not enough. Although these skills are powerful enough, the enemies I have to face are even stronger .”

"For example, Buster, if I'm not in the guild, he will definitely find a way to trouble me. How can I win him at that time?"

Qian Qi was thinking about such a problem. He did have a lot of skills, but his flexibility was not strong enough, and he consumed a lot of HP.

Such as stabbing against the sky, such as turning the tide, the requirements for blood power are too high.Although the twelve ghost dance moves are flexible enough, their lethality is not strong.

In general, his skills are still too few.

"Although there are blood successors, corrosive abilities, and the left hand of the devil, these are all cards to save life and cannot be used casually."

Thinking of the ability to corrode, Qianqi suddenly had an idea, his mind sank, and his consciousness had entered his inner world.

In the inner world, two ability trees are deeply rooted in the bottom of my heart, one big and one small, and the routes stretched out from the dense branches and leaves are like a diagram.

"There are already so many fruits on the tree of corrosion ability."

Looking at the slightly smaller first ability tree full of fruits, Qianqi felt joy in his heart, only he could understand the meaning of those fruits.

"There are actually 23 of them."

"From this point of view, it is not difficult to condense the fruit. It only needs enough blood energy."

Opening his eyes, Qianqi regained his sanity, stretched out his right hand, and a cloud of black mist slowly diffused from his palm, dancing in his palm.

At the same time, the fruit of the first ability tree in the inner world is missing one.

The black mist danced, and Qianqi gently pushed his palms to the ground. There was no crackling sound of fists, no flying dust, but the ground was corroded into a hole with a diameter of one meter and a depth of nearly two feet. The pothole is still deepening.

"It's very corrosive."

Seeing his ability again, even Qianqi couldn't help admiring it.

"It's a pity that such an ability is no longer needed."

Even though he said this, Qian Qi understood that an ancient family must be involved behind this ability, because only the descendants of a powerful blood family can have the ability to inherit.

Now he is not sure whether this family will bring him benefits or destruction, after all, some ancient families must have many enemies.

If he was really in the big family, why was he abandoned?
In Qianqi's guess, his family may have many enemies, and may have been destroyed, so he still does not have the strength for him to check his bloodline. Before the bloodline is clear, he must not use it in public. capable.

Because, if he is unlucky, his family really has many enemies, and the family has already been destroyed, then the ability to expose his ability can only be courting death.

"Don't be a pity, if you use it, you're afraid of getting into trouble."

Qian Qi sighed, and then thought: "Since this is the case, can we use this ability to create a special skill that others cannot recognize?"

"The characteristic of ability is that it cannot be imitated. If so, if you use this ability to create a skill that can be imitated, won't it be discovered?"

Thinking of this, Qianqi felt a cloud of black mist curl up in his right hand.

"The black mist is too conspicuous. First of all, he cannot be made black."

Qian Qi began to try to wrap the black mist with blood energy, but with his current strength, he could not coagulate the blood energy at all, at most he could only rely on the volatilization of blood energy to achieve instant realization.

However, even if the blood can appear on the palm, it will be corroded immediately by the corrosion ability.

The black mist can not only corrode matter, but also corrode energy bodies.

"The area is too wide to be wrapped with blood energy."

With this in mind, Qianqi began to shrink the black mist.

"Can you concentrate on one finger?"

Qianqi tried hard to compress the black mist and concentrated it on the middle finger.

But he hasn't mastered the technique yet, this kind of control seems to be very difficult for him. After countless efforts, the black mist dissipates after leaving the palm, or is directly suppressed.

After a long time, Qianqi had a little more understanding of his abilities, that is, the black mist could not leave his palm, otherwise it would dissipate.

After wasting ten ability fruits, the black mist on Qianqi's right hand finally changed slightly, and began to slowly gather towards the index finger.

"can do."

Seeing this slight possibility, Qian Qi immediately regained his energy, concentrated his mind and began to control the shape change and whereabouts of the ability.

The ability is controlled by the mind, and the shape can move at will.

Qian Qi is a guy who won't give up lightly once he decides on one thing, so after confirming that the black mist can be adjusted, he won't give up the development of this ability.

For three days, for three days, he was almost in a state of isolation, the door to the basement was directly closed by him, and three days had passed without eating or drinking.

"Huh, finally succeeded."

In the basement, Qianqi looked at his middle finger excitedly. At this time, his entire middle finger turned black, rich black.Looking carefully, it can be found that the black is not painted on, but a layer of black mist is lingering on his middle finger.

But before he could get excited, the mist on his middle finger dissipated immediately with his cheers.

"Where there's a first success, there's a second success. That's fine."

In the inner world, another fruit disappeared, and the corrosive ability reappeared, but the black mist did not fill the whole hand like it did at the beginning. The black mist flowed out along the middle finger from the moment it appeared, and finally wrapped his entire middle finger in it.

"persist in."

Concentrating on his thoughts, Qianqi tried his best to control the restlessness of his ability and persisted.

1 minute, 2 minutes.

"Phew, it can maintain this form for up to 3 minutes. But 3 minutes is enough."

Qianqi couldn't help but chuckled, gritted his teeth, another fruit disappeared, and the black mist appeared on the middle finger again.

"How about trying your strength this time."

Qianqi carefully controlled the black mist on his middle finger, looked at the floor, and thought: "The floor is too weak, a fist can break it."

So he stared at his middle finger again, and walked slowly to the door. The door to the basement was made of steel plate, harder than marble.

drink.

With a soft shout, Qian Qi stabbed the steel door fiercely with his middle finger, followed by a burst of intense pain from his middle finger.

"It hurts." It turned out that the moment he poked out his middle finger, the black mist had disappeared, and 2 minutes had passed.

"Come again."

However, Qianqi did not give up, and concentrated his thoughts again, forming black again on the middle finger, this time he still did not hesitate at all, and poked it hard.

There was no sound, and his middle finger almost didn't feel anything, not even the feeling of touching something, but his finger had already been deeply inserted into the steel plate, up to the base of his finger.

"So strong penetrating power."

Withdrawing his middle finger, Qianqi looked at the steel plate in disbelief, and then became excited.

"Success."

Facing the iron plate, Qianqi believed that even if he used a heaven-defying stab, he might not be able to pierce through it, but he could easily pierce it with just a piece of finger. This penetrating power, this self-created skill made him not only Excited and proud.

He prides himself on his ability to create skills that rival those he has learned.

"Such a powerful skill deserves a famous name."

Qianqi couldn't help but use his corrosive ability again, and the black mist wrapped his middle finger.

Looking at the black middle finger, Qianqi thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said, "Let's call it the Black Cloud Finger."

(End of this chapter)