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The mobile phone was lying on the yellow sand not far away, vibrating non-stop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wei Wuji touched his hand and picked it up to take a look, it seemed that the phone had been transformed by death and was shocked by lightning, but it could also be intact.

The call came from Zhou Xingcheng.

Putting aside a little bit of personal affection, when the movie is filmed, if the male number one has another accident, Zhou Xingcheng will really have to wash his hands and retire to the rivers and lakes.

"Master Xing, I'll be back soon, I'm sorry for worrying you."

Listening to Zhou Xingcheng's roar on the other side of the phone, as well as the cheers of the whole crew, Wei Wuji was inexplicably moved, and the corners of his eyes were a little moist.

Hang up the phone, click on the treasure chest, put the "Death Cultivation Treasure Book" and the skull of the lightning beast into the treasure chest, and then strode back to Yangguan City.

How does it feel as if you've forgotten something?

This time he escaped death and activated the three drops of thunder tribulation liquid in his body, and he was in the midst of excitement, and what he could forget at this time must be a trivial matter.

"Lao Tzu has to peel off his skin!"

Thinking of the big night, Wei Wuji actually ran into the desert without permission, and Zhou Xingcheng was angry and didn't fight anywhere, which simply didn't take the actor's contract in his eyes, let alone his Zhou Xingcheng in his heart.

"Look, it's Mowgli!"

"I'll go, can you recognize it as Mowgli?"

There were two people in the crew with good eyesight, who were the first to spot Wei Wuji who was walking towards this side.

The previous person just guessed that the person who walked out of the desert at this time must be Wei Wuji.

The person in the back immediately corrected it, because the person who walked out was not so dark that he couldn't recognize who it was.

The off-road vehicles were all driving with high beams, and everyone was stunned when Wei Wuji walked into the light range.

"Mowgli, you are ......"

Zhou Xingcheng's scolding words dissipated instantly, and he asked in surprise: "Are you going to take an ink bath in the desert?" ”

Wei Wuji strode in, and said with a smile: "I was going to be distracted with my friends, but I didn't expect to be ...... by lightning."

Before he finished speaking, he saw the female compatriots in the crew, covering their eyes and turning around, screaming.

A ghost is called a ghost, even if it is dyed with ink, this son is still Xinlingjun!

Shishe glared at him and said, "Are you dressed?" ”

No way!

As soon as he was reminded of these words, Wei Wuji immediately remembered what he had forgotten.

His clothes were electrocuted to charred dust, and now he was naked.

Although the whole body is black, some important parts are still clearly recognizable.

It's a shame!

Wei Wuji was still a chick after all, so he hurriedly crouched sideways, summoning clothes, causing the men to laugh.

After returning to the hotel and taking a shower, looking at himself in the mirror, Wei Wuji was very depressed, extremely depressed.

There is not a single hair left on the whole body.

Hair below the skull, it doesn't matter.

Baldness is also acceptable.

But, what the hell is no eyebrows?

The more I look at myself in the mirror, the more I feel like a ghost, to be exact, more ugly than a ghost.

However, there was one thing that made him very satisfied, after washing off the blackened sticky substance like ink, the skin around his body became tender and white, as if he had been washed by hair.

After Gu Ying mourned herself, she lay down on the bed, planning to go to the Death Red Envelope Group for help, and she had to let her hair grow out as soon as possible.

I pressed my phone, but I saw a message from the Grim Reaper.

Grim Reaper: Congratulations on passing the level and becoming the tenth candidate of the Grim Reaper's cultivation plan, you can only stay alive if you become stronger, please keep up the good work.

Reaper's Cultivation Plan?

What the hell is this Grim Reaper up to?

Since he is the tenth, that is, there are nine people before him.

When this group was first created, he was invited by the Grim Reaper to join first, and those nine people should not be in this group.

In this way, the Grim Reaper has created a separate group for each candidate.

Although this treatment was good, it made Wei Wuji feel creepy.

You can only live if you become stronger.

The words of the Grim Reaper are very straightforward, and the implication is that if you are too weak, you will die.

In an instant, Wei Wuji was no longer in the mood to pay attention to the matter of his hair and eyebrows, and immediately extracted the "Death Cultivation Book", eager to know the ultimate purpose of the Death Cultivation Plan.

The pages are like ink, and the handwriting is like blood.

A line of words on the title page made Wei Wuji break out in a cold sweat.

"Wei Wuji, the tenth candidate, the life-and-death battle with the ninth candidate, there are still 100 days left in the countdown!"

A battle to the death?

Is it like the lightning beast said, only one of the two can live?

But I don't know who the ninth candidate is!

But one thing is for sure, the ninth candidate started earlier than him, got more resources than him, and should be better than him.

It's not fair at all!

It's a pity that there is nowhere to go with reason.

Turning to the next page, he began to talk about how to grow into a qualified Grim Reaper.

Death wants to cultivate the Grim Reaper?

Wei Wuji shook his head and smiled bitterly, it seemed that the Grim Reaper felt lonely and lonely, and planned to train a few more assistants, but he didn't know what the Grim Reaper liked about him, and he actually chose him as the tenth candidate, and he didn't know if there was an eleventh candidate behind.

The first step in the cultivation of the Grim Reaper: condensing the heart of death.

The Grim Reaper must have a heart that contains a powerful sense of death.

Killing people to seize Shouyuan is the way to condense the heart of death.

Here, the Grim Reaper also made a note very "intimately": If you kill someone with the Grim Reaper card, the rest of your life will be stored on the card and can be withdrawn and used at will.

The Grim Reaper had already reminded him that the game had already started and that he was not allowed to quit, so he had no choice but to try to become stronger now.

Extracted the Grim Reaper card from the treasure chest, and looked at it with a prejudgment eye, there was indeed a fifty years of life on the card, and it turned out that Sun Yaohua still had fifty years to live, which was really sad!

The greatest use of the Grim Reaper's predictive eye is not to predict what has not yet happened, but to extract longevity and condense the heart of death.

It's a pity that I didn't know at the time, otherwise I would have been able to extract at least fifty years of life from Nanfeng.

Fortunately, refining the heart of death, it only takes ten years to live.

Wei Wuji's mind was united, and with a blink of his eyes, he extracted the fifty-year longevity yuan on the card.

Shouyuan shone with a golden light, as big as a soybean.

Wei Wuji slapped the fifty-year-old man to the center of his eyebrows.

Shou Yuan jumped into the sea of knowledge, and set off a huge wave in the sea of knowledge.

The blue lightning swam around Wei Wuji, and the lights in the room were also on and off.

It's gloomy!

Knowing the sky over the sea, lightning and thunder.

With the refining of the heart of death, the entire blue ocean turned a light black.

Although the dead air is very thin, it also gives people a sense of desolation.

As long as you have the predictive eye of death and have ten years of life, it is easy to refine the heart of death, and the rarity lies in the condensation of the heart of death, to make the heart of death stronger, you need the longevity of others, the more the better. 、

Uh, what about Deathheart?

Wei Wuji opened his eyes and breathed a long sigh of relief, but he didn't find the dead heart in the sea of knowledge, but it felt like the heart was drifting in the sea of knowledge.

After searching for a long time, Wei Wuji finally found his dead heart on the colorful stone.

Ten years of longevity refined the heart of death, and forty years of longevity was offered into it, and the heart of death was only the size of lice.

What a cheat!

Although the heart of death was small, it frightened the figure on the colorful stone, jumping up and down, and there was nowhere to dodge.

Wei Wuji jumped out of bed, stretched out his hand to the bonsai, and with a movement of his senses, the plants in the bonsai immediately withered.

If you have a dead heart, you can take the life of others.