Chapter 316 Remnant Soul
After waiting for three or five times, Chen Yunhao also figured out Qiongqi's routine, which was the reward.
When Chen Yunhao entered again, he often predicted Qiongqi's moves in advance, and could even make moves in advance to contain it.
This time, the more he fought, the smoother it became. After four or five moves, Chen Yunhao beat Qiongqi almost without the ability to fight back.
Although Chen Yunhao's moves were surprising, Qiongqi's skin was thick and tough, and he couldn't do anything to it for a while.
Chen Yunhao was ruthless and chased Qiongqi fiercely, not giving it a chance to breathe.
The space in the ancient painting seemed to contain the entire wilderness, and the area was huge.
Chen Yunhao chased Qiongqi, running east and west. At the speed of one man and one beast, he could travel tens of thousands of miles a day, but he still didn't see the boundary of the space.
Chen Yunhao guessed that this should be a space illusion, not really that big, it is very likely that they are just circling in a limited space.
But these are not the main points. The main point is that Qiongqi lost its sharpness after being beaten by Chen Yunhao, and could only dodge and escape.
Qiongqi is the best at flying. Once it runs away, Chen Yunhao's Flowing Light Technique cannot catch up.
"I won't chase you. I will refine the ancient painting in a while. Don't resist, otherwise...!"
Seeing that he couldn't catch up with Qiongqi, Chen Yunhao decided to refine the ancient painting directly.
If it dared to resist in the middle, he would chase it to the horizon and defeat it.
Chen Yunhao's mind moved, his body flashed, and he withdrew from the ancient painting space.
In front of the spirit of the instrument, Chen Yunhao rolled up the ancient painting and withdrew from the ancient mirror.
His consciousness returned to the reality, and Chen Yunhao threw the ancient painting in his hand into the air.
The ancient painting slowly unfolded in the air, and the Qiongqi was still standing on the top of the mountain, but the eyes were no longer so arrogant and cold, and there was more fear in the look when he looked at Chen Yunhao.
Chen Yunhao glanced at it coldly, then pierced his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and then flicked it gently onto the ancient painting.
This ancient painting is different from a magic weapon. It cannot be refined by traditional treasure refining techniques, but can only be refined by the more ancient method of dripping blood.
Then Chen Yunhao pinched some magic formulas and chanted some strange spells.
During this period, the Qiongqi stood honestly on the top of the mountain without any resistance.
After half an incense stick, Chen Yunhao finally refined the ancient painting. His mind established a certain connection with the ancient painting, and he finally sensed Qiongqi's submission to him.
Refining the ancient painting is actually equivalent to controlling Qiongqi's soul. When facing the enemy in the future, you only need to unfold the ancient painting and release Qiongqi to defend against the enemy.
There is no need to worry that Qiongqi will escape. It has long been refined and integrated with the ancient painting. If it leaves the ancient painting for too long, its soul will dissipate between heaven and earth.
In this way, Chen Yunhao has an extra thug, and he is at the level of a Yuanying Great Monk.
Although there may be many restrictions, it is not bad.
Of course, he also needs to find a way to refine the other ancient painting.
I just don’t know what the ancient painting is used for. Are the three monks sealed inside the same as Qiongqi?
Chen Yunhao is a little itchy because he can’t use such a treasure in his hand.
After he advances to the Yuanying stage, it is normal to have some powerful means to rely on.
So Chen Yunhao entered the ancient mirror again.
"Senior, I’m here again. I want to refine another ancient painting. Do you have any suggestions?"
Chen Yunhao asked shamelessly.
"No suggestions. It’s simple to refine this treasure. As long as you get the approval of those three guys, you can give it a try...!"
Chen Yunhao heard the meaning from these words and estimated that this ancient painting should not be dangerous.
Moreover, the ancient painting depicts three human monks, who must be easier to talk to than Qiongqi.
No matter what, let's go to the meeting first and find out the truth. At worst, we can just break up!
Chen Yunhao thought about himself in the ancient mirror world, and suddenly he became bolder.
"Senior, please bring the ancient painting here!"
The spirit of the weapon smiled, and without saying anything, he waved his hand casually, and the last ancient painting flew in front of Chen Yunhao.
The scroll slowly unfolded, and the three monks were still in their old posture, sitting around the stove, drinking tea and discussing Taoism.
But as the scroll opened, they turned their heads and looked at Chen Yunhao and the spirit of the weapon, and then returned to their original state.
"Three Taoist friends, can I also taste your fragrant tea?"
Chen Yunhao stood in front of the ancient painting and bowed, deciding to use courtesy before force.
The three monks in the ancient painting looked at each other, and one of them, who looked a little plump, smiled slightly and waved his hand.
Chen Yunhao hesitated slightly, but still jumped and plunged into the ancient painting.
This ancient painting is not as big as the previous one. It only depicts a mountain. There is a thatched cottage on the hillside, and there is a flat stone platform in front of the thatched cottage.
Three monks sat on the ground, surrounding a small yellow mud stove, and a faint smell of spiritual tea wafted out.
"My friend, the three of us have been waiting for you for a long time...!"
"You three..."
After entering the ancient painting, Chen Yunhao could not see the cultivation of the three monks clearly. He really didn't know whether to call them fellow Taoists or seniors.
"Come, come..., first taste the spiritual tea I grow in the back mountain."
It was still the wealthy monk who greeted with a smile.
"Sorry to bother you three seniors!"
After thinking about it, Chen Yunhao decided to call them seniors. This ancient painting has existed for tens of thousands of years, and it is not excessive to call them seniors.
Chen Yunhao walked over and sat cross-legged beside the three people, looking relaxed and contented.
In fact, Chen Yunhao was confident. He had a spirit weapon, so what was he afraid of?
Another middle-aged monk sitting in the middle, with a bookish air, smiled calmly, and reached out to pour Chen Yunhao a cup of spiritual tea.
Chen Yunhao took it with both hands, put it to the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently. A faint fragrance entered his nose, making him a little intoxicated for a while.
"Good tea, excellent tea...!"
After taking a sip, Chen Yunhao praised it repeatedly.
The three monks smiled at each other, and just talked to Chen Yunhao about some mysterious principles of heaven, and didn't say anything else.
Chen Yunhao was still young after all. He came here for the ancient paintings. How could he be patient and sit and discuss with these three monks?
"Three seniors, please forgive me. I have some doubts in my heart. I don't know where you come from?"
"We are naturally human, but we are all remnant souls, and the three of us are also willing to be sealed in this painting. Don't worry..."
Chen Hao was curious. Among the three ancient paintings, he first subdued the Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin, and just now he subdued the Qiongqi Fierce Beast.
The first two ancient paintings were very helpful to his strength improvement, and this ancient painting was the most difficult for him to see through.
When he came in, he was surprised to find three remaining souls. Was it just to seal three souls? Why go through so much trouble!