"This is the level of the master's spiritual power."
The system explained it thus.
Qin Feng froze, "Spiritual power level?"
But then, Qin Feng remembered something.
Previously, the system had explained to him that whether it was playing computer games or comprehending feats, martial arts, and the like, they all required mental energy.
It was only the level of this spiritual power that Qin Feng knew for the first time.
"Then what's the use of this mental power level?"
Qin Feng asked.
The system would reach, "Spiritual power level affects the maximum value and toughness of the master's spiritual power, meaning that the higher the spiritual power level, the more spiritual power the master will have, the stronger the insight and so on. And as the master grows, the system authority will also be expanded, and spiritual power is the resource that the master needs to utilize the system authority."
Listening to the syste
The trip was smooth, and before sunset on the second day after departure, the crowd once again entered the gates along the eastern city after a dozen days. And after entering along the Eastern City, Lin Tian looked up at the sky. "We'd better find a place to land first." Lin Tian said. When the crowd heard this, they nodded their heads. At this moment, Du Mingxuan suddenly spoke up, "But it's really difficult for us to find a herb in the huge Qianling Monument, I heard that Ruyun Inn is essentially a relay station for news, so maybe we can get some kind of useful information from there." Qin Feng froze and opened his mouth to ask, "Is it the Ruyun Inn where we landed along East City earlier?" Hearing Qin Feng ask this question, Du Mingxuan nodded. In fact, it was only normal for this Ruyun Inn to have such an identity. After all, how could the Great Qin State act in such a way that it would choose an inn at rand
After gazing at that direction for a moment, Qin Feng then swept his eyes over the several people around him again. "How are you guys feeling?" After the difficult look on their faces had faded a bit, Qin Feng asked so. The crowd looked at Qin Feng and said that there were no major injuries. Afterward, Qin Feng then looked in that direction that Sin Question had guided him to again. "The dragon's roar seems to be coming from over there." When Qin Feng spoke, he prepared to walk in that direction. However, at this moment, Du Mingxuan suddenly approached Qin Feng and pulled his arm. "Judging by the pressure alone, the dragons here are by no means comparable to ordinary beings. I'm afraid that if we go here, we may not be able to come back alive." Du Mingxuan spoke. It was not that he was afraid, but he did not want any of the people present to die for no reason. Qin Feng looked at him, and then at the dire
When Qin Feng heard this, his heart was suddenly stunned. Isn't this a robber's act? If you don't agree, you'll die? And regardless of why there would be a dragon buried in such a place, but this dragon had after all been dead for more than three hundred years, yet why was it still able to keep its divine consciousness intact, and what's more, it had also left behind a power such as this one. "What exactly is this Lord Qin you speak of?" Qin Feng opened his mouth to ask after a slight turn of thought. His surname was indeed Qin, and his father was not someone who was born in Tian Yun City. But there was not even a hint of an answer in his memory as to where his father actually came from. Cang urgently spoke, "Lord Qin had been a great benefactor to our Xuan Long Clan ancestors, so Lord Qin and his heirs will not be treated as ordinary people." "And what makes you conclude that I am the descendant of the Qin Lord you spe
Approaching at this moment, the crystals dangling above the ambergris grass caused Qin Feng to feel a few surprises. Which glow was particularly conspicuous under the sunlight, even more beautiful than those diamonds Qin Feng had once seen on Earth. And when Qin Feng's figure approached at the moment, he was still vaguely able to feel a few moments of spirituality. It was as if this was not a plant, but a living dragon. "Is this the Dragon's Ambergris that grows by being infused with the dragon's breath ......" Qin Feng was silent for a moment when he approached the Dragon's Ambergris. Subsequently, Qin Feng then took out a few brocade boxes that had been prepared beforehand from within his Nascent Ring. After opening the brocade box and placing it to the side, Qin Feng was bending down and attempting to pick it. But thefinger just gently touched the crystal above, the crystal is instantly broken into pieces and turned
This young girl had a pretty face and a well-proportioned body, and even though her complexion was slightly dull, she was still good enough to be described as beautiful. However, because the dragon egg was located on a high platform, so apart from Qin Feng, everyone else's vision was blocked by the egg shell, and at most they could only see almost the position of the collarbone. At this moment, Qin Feng looked at this young girl in front of him, but he realized that there was a very special and strange mark on her chest almost at the location of her heart. This seal faintly emitted a greenish luster, and it also had a hint of wind-attribute spiritual energy. But then, Qin Feng immediately came back to his senses, and when he moved, he immediately took off his coat and draped it over the body of this dragon egg girl, basically covering all the parts that should not be exposed. And it was also fortunate that the tunic was only slightly stained b
It was a peaceful night. By the second day, after the sun had risen, the crowd moved out immediately. At the very least, get out of the center perimeter before nightfall, or it's bound to be quite a dangerous affair. However, when the crowd left the ancient hall, the road was surprisingly calm, not to mention the demonic beasts even the ordinary reptiles and beasts have never seen. And with such a line, there wasn't even the slightest sound other than the footsteps of a few people. Even the air, under the burning sun, became very quiet, even so quiet that it was rather annoying. About the third hour of the return trip, the crowd stopped in unison. "Don't you guys think it's been a little too quiet along the way, it's always felt less natural?" Du Mingxuan swept his gaze across the surroundings and opened his mouth to inquire. The people nodded or responded, naturally having the same concerns as Du Mingxuan.
Between swiping steps in the void, Qin Feng caught Cang Xun face to face. However, the impact of Cang Xun's fall was too great, and it directly caused Qin Feng to fall straight to the ground without being able to restrain himself. Za! Just when Qin Feng was less than a meter away from the ground, a strong wind was like a soft cushion, buffering most of the impact on Qin Feng and Cang Xun. And immediately following Qin Feng's spiritual power to control the sword, his back was steadily landing on top of Sin Question's scabbard. Then by the pick of the scabbard, while standing firm. At that moment, he didn't think any more, and he swept towards the original direction at a fast pace. The crowd saw this and followed Qin Feng's lead even more closely. And the group of demonic beasts behind them at the moment seemed to be not pursuing because that big demon had temporarily lost its ability to move. However, just as Qin
"Shopkeeper, what is this Little Demon God Sacrifice?" After Qin Feng paid for his stay, he opened his mouth to ask. The shopkeeper lightly tapped the gold coins, and after making an entry, he raised his eyes and surveyed Qin Feng for a moment. "The guest is from out of town, right?" The shopkeeper opened his mouth and asked. After Qin Feng looked back at Duan Yongjie, he nodded. The shopkeeper who got the answer then put down the pen in his hand while walking towards the direction of the stairs. "Come with me." When the shopkeeper walked ahead, he left this sentence. Qin Feng and Duan Yongjie didn't think much about it and followed. At this point, the shopkeeper, who was walking up the stairs, began his narration. "The Little Demon God Festival is a custom that has been practiced since ancient times in the capital of the King of Qin, where every ten years there is a grand festival held to honor