The White Wolf King let out a long howl again, and a round of crescent-shaped auroras quickly hit Ji Zhi's chest. Ji Zhi wanted to retreat, but a group of black wolves had already cut off his retreat.

"You can't die at the hands of a bunch of brutes. Ji Zhi was unwilling, and tried his best to lift a black wolf alive and block it in his chest.

"Poof", Wanyue easily pierced the black wolf's body, and then hit Xiao Bai on Ji Zhi's chest. ", are you blocking the knife with me?" Xiao Bai woke up from his dream, fortunately, the "Dragon Method" has been running, and at this time it was hit hard, and the exercise was shocked, as a monster with rough skin and thick flesh, Xiao Bai was only slightly injured.

As a blessing in disguise, the endless wind surrounded Xiaobai, slowly integrating into its body, and in the middle of the spirit level, it broke through.

"Can you break through if you are beaten?" Ji Zhi was also stunned, he always thought that Xiaobai would be at the spiritual level for the rest of his life, and it would be good to be a pet. But I didn't expect it to advance so fast.

The White Wolf King saw that Ji Zhi had been hit hard and was safe and sound, and he no longer had the strength to use the secret method of inheritance. It had no choice but to look at Ji Zhi with a begging gaze, hoping that he could be like himself and not go all out of his life.

But Ji Zhi didn't pay attention to it at all, he easily twisted the black wolf's neck one by one, and stood in front of the white wolf king ruthlessly.

"Would you like to be my mount?" asked Ji Zhi softly.

The White Wolf King glanced at Ji Zhi like an idiot-You kill my entire clan, and you want me to be your mount? It was also Ji Zhi who was young and had a whim.

Ji Zhi shook his head in disappointment, twisted the neck of the White Wolf King, and looked at the blood-red crescent moon in the sky, the hateful gaze of the White Wolf King, he was a little frightened. But he still ran the "Wild Beast Killing Heaven Technique", sucked the White Wolf King into a dry corpse, and the ancestral spirit duel.

It was the familiar room again, but unlike before, the descending wolf shadow had a pair of bloody eyes. "Hatred?" Ji Zhi looked at this strange phantom and had some ominous feelings in his heart.

Sure enough, the phantom seemed to have a sense, and attacked Ji Zhi desperately, but because the realm of the White Wolf King was too low, the phantom turned into was only in the middle stage of the spirit level, not Ji Zhi's opponent, and was easily killed and devoured by Ji Zhi.

Ji Zhi mercilessly absorbed the remaining black wolf blood, and only he had a little confidence to return to the blood altar. Immediately drilled wood to make a fire, and used the branches of a century-old tree to string up the black wolf and roast it. Ji Zhi and Yang Lao often sleep in the open air, and they can be regarded as having good barbecue skills, and they will roast the ugly wolf corpse with a few flips.

Ji Zhi looked at Xiaobai, who was gobbling up, and couldn't help but smile. But what really pleased him was the corpse of the White Wolf King, born with a different species, I am afraid that it is of great value. Immediately, he peeled the skin and bone, wrapped the fragments of materials in the wolf skin, and it happened that the northern Xinjiang was freezing cold, and there was no need to worry about the wolf meat rotting.

After tossing all night, the sky was already bright, but the weak sunlight could not dispel the cold of winter, and even a monk like Ji Zhi felt cold when sleeping in the wild. immediately picked up Xiaobai, carried a large bag of wolf corpses, and rushed to the Blood Altar.

This place is only seventy miles away from the altar, but Ji Zhi was afraid of being discovered by the remnants of the Huazong, so he had to walk slowly and cover up his footprints, so he arrived at noon. But the scene that appeared again and again in that nightmare was different with the collapse of the altar of Ho Luo.

The miscellaneous trees and monsters in the secret realm could not endure the severe cold of the northern frontier, and in just a few days, they were already dead branches and leaves. The corpses and blood all over the ground were devoured by unknown monsters, but the monks in Northern Xinjiang paid attention to heavenly burial, taking it from heaven and earth, and returning it to heaven and earth, and it was not considered a place to die without a place to be buried.

Ji Zhi immediately rushed into the ruins of the Blood Transformation Altar, and most of the demons, demons, poisonous insects and beasts that were coiled in the secret territory dissipated, but there were still many still hovering here.

As soon as Ji Zhi entered the secret realm, he felt gloomy, just like the feeling of the Nine Yin Transformation Spirit Cave, where endless Yin spirits wandered. Although Ji Zhi cultivated evil methods such as "Wild Beast Killing Heavenly Technique", he was not yet able to devour the souls of innocent people.

A dead crimson giant flower suddenly trembled, and several vines wrapped around Ji Zhi, "I want to devour." A terrifying voice came into Ji Zhi's ears, and suddenly countless strange flowers and trees that seemed to be dead woke up one after another, competing for Ji Zhi, and even fighting each other.

"A group of demons who can be at the spiritual level, dare to offend me?" Ji Zhi was immediately furious, and with a wave of his hand, he interrupted the vine of the demon flower and trampled it into mud.

"I want to eat" "I want to eat", terrifying voices came and went, the barren northern frontier was not enough to feed so many spirits, they relied on the remnants of the blood sect's sacrifice to survive, and now they have no nutrients, so they can only put their last hope on Ji Zhi, who broke in.

"Get out", Ji Zhi was also very distressed in his heart, there was no martial arts, and the spells couldn't be used because there was no yin qi, did he want to devour innocent souls like a ghost exorcist?

"No", Ji Zhi immediately had an answer in his heart, he immediately quickly burned the absorbed wolf blood, and for a while, his strength was infinite, and he quickly swept through a dead branch and leaves, and rushed into the depths of the altar.

The depths of the altar were also a piece of white bones, presumably all the flesh and blood had been devoured by the spirits, and even Yang Lao's body had turned into white bones, scattered and uneven.

Is this the fate of all monks? Ji Zhi's heart was sad, and he yelled at a dry bone: "Elder Yang, look at me, I can cultivate, my illness is cured, and Ling'er is safe." Elder Yang, have you seen it?"

A breeze blew, and Ji Zhi responded as if it was Yang Lao, he knew that he couldn't stay here for a long time, so he hurriedly rummaged through a pile of dry bones. After a while, he only found a white, dry wooden stick, which was no longer the green it used to be.

"This..."Ji Zhi felt very embarrassed, people were kind enough to obey him, and the dignified Xuan-level power has become this ghost now, it is really unreasonable. But no matter how guilty you are, this altar must not stay for a long time, but how to get out Ji Zhi made a mistake again, just now he used up the wolf blood in a moment of anger, and there are dozens of grass and tree spirits waiting for him outside, although their cultivation is extremely low, a good tiger can't stand the wolves.

Ji Zhi looked at the hard wooden stick in his hand, he didn't pay attention in his heart, and he could only rush hard. Ji Zhi1 immediately made a decision, dragged the wooden stick and rushed into the bushes. A huge vine pulled over, and Ji Zhi hit it back with a stick, you must know how hard Mr. Deadwood's core should be if he has cultivated for nearly a thousand years.

Countless juices exploded, and the huge vines were smashed by Ji Zhi, and the wooden sticks were also stained a lot. What Ji Zhi didn't know was that the liquid contaminated with the wooden stick was quickly absorbed, and the wooden stick was still dry and clean.