Wei Jingyu and the three of them didn't wake up until half an hour later.

When I first woke up, I was still a little unconscious, and I was startled when I saw the messy ground.

The movement of this battle spread to a range of at least ten miles, the giant beast pulling the cart was frightened, so frightened that he fell to the ground, and the coachman was so frightened that he ran out for a long distance, Wei Buping spent some effort to find him back, and cast a spell to soothe the fear of the giant beast, so that he could barely drive them away.

Wei Buping and the four of them were still sitting in the interior of the carriage, and Wei Jingyu and the three of them swallowed the pill and refined qi to heal their injuries.

The coachman's face was pale, and even the palms of the driving hands were trembling slightly.

Zhao Li held the knife and sat with the coachman, leaning against the carriage, lazily closing his eyes.

He was mentally exhausted, but strangely did not experience a splitting headache.

In particular, he had just gone crazy and pierced the one-eyed of the ancient god and demon, and the pale golden divine blood that flowed out gave him a direct bath, and at the beginning, he felt like he was being poured on his body by magma, and the pain was incomparable, but after that, it was no longer scorching, so that he almost forgot about it.

At this moment, he closed his eyes and concentrated, only to realize that things seemed to be a little big, and at this moment, he didn't need to look inward, he could faintly feel that the last sticky pale golden blood on his body was slowly flowing, like mercury placed on the soft sand, seeping into his body from the thirty-six orifices he had opened, and then penetrating deep into his internal organs.

He no longer felt burning, as if his blood was already so hot.

Zhao Li didn't intend to leave this golden blood alone, he muttered a thing or two, and simply used the method of Bajiquan internal practice to drum up the power of qi and blood in order to absorb and dissolve that powerful and condensed qi and blood power.

The muscles and bones made a tiger and leopard thunder sound, which startled the driver next to him, and in a trance, there was almost a tiger entrenched next to him, stretching his body, revealing his sharp fangs, turning his head suddenly, seeing that it was Zhao Li, he relaxed slightly, but his heartbeat subconsciously accelerated, and his palms couldn't stop trembling.

Thankfully, the fear that made him unbearable didn't last long.

After a while, Zhao Li stopped the quenching method of the tiger and leopard thunder sound, and the coachman breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Li pondered.

The Bajiquan created based on humans can absorb that strange pale golden divine blood, but both the utilization rate and the efficiency of absorption are quite slow, after thinking about it, I no longer use the internal practice technique of Bajiquan, and instead of saying that the white ape said, it is more suitable for the qi and blood refining technique practiced by Ji Xin, and the efficiency has increased slightly.

He stopped again, muttered for a moment, and restarted his qi and blood.

This time, Zhao Li directly told the gray wolf about the white ape, the ancient beast's technique of transporting qi and blood!

Qi and blood suddenly surged, making a roaring sound, like a rushing wave, sweeping through the pale golden divine blood that had penetrated into his body, and quickly circulated in his body, this time, those pale golden qi and blood that were difficult to push were finally no longer the original appearance of being too lazy to move, and were scattered and refined at a relatively normal speed.

Wrapped in his qi and blood, it flowed through the whole body and washed over the internal organs.

Zhao Li's breathing suddenly became long and slow.

A savage and ancient aura emerged from him.

Inside the carriage, Wei Jingyu and the three of them only felt that their bodies were tight, and they woke up directly from the practice of qi to heal their injuries.

Wei Jingyu was like stepping into the air in his sleep, there was a feeling of sweat all over his body, his scalp was numb, his heart was beating in a panic, he was fast for a while and slow for a while, his face was pale, he looked at Wei Buping next to him, his voice trembled, and said:

"Grandpa, what's going on?"

Wei Bu stroked his beard, felt the momentum overflowing from Zhao Li's direction, sighed in his heart, his voice was gentle, and comforted:

"It's nothing, the forest is vast and boundless, it's about some kind of powerful demon beast, the ancient relics have walked by. ”

"Don't worry too much. ”

There was some kind of spell mixed in with his words to soothe people's hearts.

At the same time, he wrapped the carriage with his own momentum, blocking the aura that Zhao Li unconsciously emitted.

And at the same time, Zhao Li was next to him.

The coachman who sat next to him was pale and blind.

He felt that there seemed to be some kind of indescribable terrifying monster next to him that only existed in ancient legends and myths, and his breath was a storm, which made his body tense subconsciously, and his brain was blank, but when he turned his head, it was still just Zhao Li, holding the knife and leaning on the carriage, his eyebrows and eyes were lazy, he breathed a sigh of relief, and comforted himself in his heart.

"Yes, I'm too scared, I think too much......"

"No, no, do you mean that they plan to kill people?!"

The coachman was stunned, turned his head suddenly, looked at the knife Zhao Li was holding, and trembled.

Zhao Li's cultivation continued until he returned to Xilu City and absorbed those qi and blood.

In the past, the coachman, who could say it in particular, rushed home as if he had returned to Xilu City.

After Zhao Li said goodbye to everyone, he returned to his courtyard, locked the doors and windows, sat on the chair and looked at himself, closed his eyes and groaned, the pale golden blood that poured him on his body had been completely melted by him, this was the blood from the gods and demons' eyes, although the gods and demons had just recovered, they were far from recovering their full strength, and their qi and blood were empty.

But because of this, the rest is the essence blood that has not dried up for tens of thousands of years.

Zhao Li looked inwardly and found that his internal organs and qi veins had changed, and they were all covered with a layer of pale gold.

The tougher it gets, the stronger it gets.

And the qi veins that should have been seriously injured and shattered after liberating the body's self-restriction under the Nirvana Pill.

At this moment, it was repaired by the pale golden qi and blood, not only was it not injured, but because of the influence of the Nirvana Pill, it was more extensive and tough than before, although the total amount of internal qi did not change, but it was able to be mobilized in an instant, bursting out several times the amount of internal qi in the past, and it could burst out with stronger combat power in an instant

And, there is also a skin that directly watered the body.

Zhao Li groaned, took out a sharp dagger, and cut the dagger on the fingertips with the dagger in his right hand, but it was like tearing a piece of leather armor, and it was quite difficult to cut out a small gap, and the blood oozing out was still bright red in general, but it was faintly pale gold.

Although it oozes, it does not flow, but seeps backwards inside, Zhao Li forcefully flicked the blood on the table, and then put the wound up, the blood returned to his body, there was no trace on the table, and it was not stained with dust, which was extremely strange.

The wound was small and healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Li looked at his fingers and muttered to himself:

"After bathing in the blood of the gods, your physique has changed?"

"Maybe the cause of the skin is not the absorption, but the changes that occurred directly from the blood, the pain I felt at the beginning was the process ......of absorbing the changes?

Zhao Li figured things out, rubbed his eyebrows, returned to the white space at the moment, used the white picture scroll to strengthen his perception, and found that there was no abnormality in the soul, and finally let go of the things he was worried about, and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little tired mentally, but also a sense of relaxation, and laughed in a low voice:

"I can be regarded as an ancestor, why did I write the Book of Mountains and Seas...... Such a good thing must be told to future generations, and it is the first to tell future generations, what can I do if I eat it, and I will write about it. ”

"One-eyed gods and demons, inedible, take essence and blood to bathe, you can strengthen your body without being bad. ”

He took out a notebook, wrote down the sentence casually, and set it aside.

Then he paid attention to the white scroll, and saw that on the scroll, half of the words on the seal of the god list had been written, and in the middle of the scroll, there was the word fire that flowed slowly like lava, with a slightly solemn expression.

"Eight righteous gods, upper four, thunder and fire plague fighting, fire righteous gods?"

Zhao Li stretched out his hand and gently stroked these two words.

The word fire suddenly flashed with streamers, forming illusory words, and then rushed directly into Zhao Li's body.

That little bit of streamer flame torn from the center of the god and demon's eyebrows appeared in the center of Zhao Li's eyebrows.

PS: Today's first update......

Well, the word count is a little less, because at the end of the day......

That's almost the end of this volume today~