"Fellow Daoist, you can actually refine Demonic Qi? Aren't you afraid of polluting your Dharma Power?"
Ji Xiyang was in a daze.
"To me, Demonic Qi is not much different from Spiritual Qi."
Song Shi acted as if nothing had happened. He had cultivated many demonic techniques and could already devour Demonic Qi.
The various demonic techniques in his body circulated, and a terrifying devouring power swept in all directions, devouring the Demonic Qi within a radius of five thousand kilometers.
With the help of the Demonic Qi, Song Shi's cultivation level increased rapidly, even faster than when he usually absorbed Spiritual Qi.
Seeing that not only was Song Shi fine, but he had also benefited from it, everyone from the Ji Family looked over.
To them, Demonic Qi could be called poison. Who would dare to touch it? If their Dharma Power was contaminated, it could easily cause their cultivation to decrease.
