According to Xia Ji's assumptions, the Seventh Ancient Secret Realm is rapidly constructing.

Staying in such a world, for Xia Ji, as long as he is still breathing, his strength can rise rapidly.

In just a few days, he had an extra terrifying 360 units of True Qi.

Every day, my mind is red.

The poisonous qilin approached, and the true qi rose rapidly.

Red Yama approached, and his true qi also rose rapidly.

Sure enough, I've been staying with the monster for a long time, and I'm running in the direction of the monster.

769 years of internal force.

Coupled with the explosive power of Sijiazi, it has broken a thousand years with one punch.

If it weren't for the discomfort in his heart to watch the destruction of the living soul, Xia Ji would have to soak with this group of monsters every day.

But he couldn't stand it anymore.

But he couldn't change it.

So, he remembered the Dajinguang Temple in the nearby Red Lotus Mountain.

These four partners have already been "bound" by Red Yama with some secret method, and this person has three curses and resentments, and can transmit information at any time in this small group.

And because of the construction of the secret realm, the three terrifying great curses were full of friendship to a weak life like Xia Ji, and almost regarded him as their own equal, or even higher-level existence.

After all, among the curses, there are many who can "fight", but there are almost no people who are full of wisdom like Xia Ji.

Blue Sky Mountain, the third peak.

The snow is falling, the mountain road has long been closed outside, and the blue sky city is bustling and noisy, no one knows that the most terrifying place in the world is slowly forming.

Among the Holy Gates.

In the Forbidden Land back of the Crater Lake.

A very merry man with silver hair and a shawl suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to shoot a terrifying essence.

He seemed to feel something, and looked sideways to the east.

"The sky is strange, and the luck is rebellious, as if something big is about to happen. ”

The silver-haired man frowned deeply and wrinkled into Sichuan characters.

And occasionally a cold electric light flows on the Sichuan character, like a god.

"Hmph, the ghostly ghost, you dare to appear around my holy gate, is it really my mind innocent?"

The silver-haired man sneered, clapped his palms, stood up, walked to the Broken Dragon Rock at the entrance of the forbidden land, and grabbed the bottom of the boulder with his hands.

The hand holding the rock suddenly showed a holy light, and it had the thick sense of history of an ancient statue.

Click...

The mountain rocks weighing dozens of tons were lifted by him at will!!

If there are outsiders here, I am afraid that they will be shocked.

The silver-haired man walked out leisurely as if he had finished a trivial matter, and with a move back with his left hand, a silver ray of light drilled into his sleeve like lightning when the Broken Dragon Rock was about to fall.

That's his knife.

A living sword.

The magic knife and the magic knife are also mortal enemies!

This person is the master of the Holy Gate, who is now over ninety years old, the Great Wei Dingguo Divine Pillar who has cut off the love thread, comprehended the Xuangong, and has a deep Taoist species, and he is innocent!

The secret realm of the underworld curse construction is hidden, although it can cover the hearing and hearing of most people, but it cannot escape him.

In particular, the structure of this secret realm is under the nose of Si Wuxie, which makes it even more like a fire.

He was almost in retreat and was waiting for an opportunity.

Now, this demon is in the world, although the ghost is strong, but there is no fear of innocence.

He has also read "Notes on the Grass Hall", and he also understands the so-called evil ghosts, but Xuan Qi can hurt evil ghosts, because this is the real Qi of heaven and earth.

The silver-haired man looked to the east and stepped out suddenly.

The end of the world is just around the corner.

One step, it directly stepped on the journey that mortals need to walk for more than half a day.

A few more steps, you have already reached the second peak of Bikong Mountain.

Heavy snowfall.

There was a sudden change in the surroundings.

The suffocating atmosphere oppresses the place like an underground tomb.

On the top of the white mountain, hanging corpses suddenly appeared on the branches of ancient trees.

The ominous mourning clothes swirled in the wind, and when they reached the front, they revealed that they were wrapped in corpses that had been burned into black charcoal.

"Dare to be presumptuous!"

Si Wuxian's expression was cold, he understood the rules, as long as he ignored these hanging corpses, then these corpses would not deliberately attack him.

But who is the Lord of the Holy Gate?

He's awesome.

So, I shouted directly at the demons.

Although the two major mystic skills of the Holy Gate, the "Treasure Book of the End of the World" and the "Holy Icon Gong", are not focused on offensive mystic methods, they give the real high-level of the Holy Gate magical and unique powers.

"Icon Gong" has made the strength of his physical body so strong that it is unimaginable to mortals, it can be said that he is invulnerable to all evils, invulnerable, and even jumping from a cliff, he can land safely without abnormality.

And the Book of the End of Heaven makes every true high-ranking of the Holy Gate a peerless assassin.

Just imagine, one step and a thousand miles, drawing a knife like electricity, invulnerable, and coupled with a weird body that can make people hallucinate, such an existence, is it an extremely terrifying assassin?

Using Xuan Qi to control these two Xuan Gong, it is common for the immortals of the Holy Gate to talk and laugh, and to go thousands of miles to get everyone's head.

Therefore, in the face of these mortal corpses that mortals are bound to die when they see them, Si Wuxian is not worried.

And the hanging demons have fallen and crawled towards him.

Si Wuxie's silver hair was fluttering, his eyes were like gods, and his palms were holding divine weapons, slashing at will.

To him, these demons are human heads that can be taken off with a knife in their hands.

He walked among these little demons, like a peerless general charging through the army.

Even if there was an evil ghost that pounced on the silver-haired man in a strange way between the gaps of the knife, it was only a circle of holy statue-like ripples.

There is no way to hurt this human being!

How awesome it is to think innocently.

Even if he is standing, as long as he is still running the icon work, the evil spirits will have nothing to do with him.

Si Wuxian sneered: "Hmph! For the sake of disaster in the world, I don't know that there are immortals in my world." ”

Between talking and laughing, another knife slashed a pitch-black charcoal corpse into flowing black smoke.

And at this moment, a bloody garment wrapped in resentment fell silently from the sky, and with the heavy snow, it seemed to wrap the intruder uninvited guest into it.

Si Wuxian shook his head and pressed the divine sword in his hand into the snow in front of him.

Let the bloody clothes cover his shoulders.

Whoa...

The bloody clothes seemed to be covered in a deep and mysterious statue, and although the evil black qi was pervasive, it could not enter Si Wuxie's body at all, and could only swim on the surface of the body.

The silver-haired man laughed, and ripped off the bloody clothes casually, and the divine knife flashed like lightning in an instant.

The bloody clothes split in two and turned into black smoke, in which hidden wails and screams.

A moment later.

The demons dispersed, and did not dare to come near.

Si Wuxian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the matter had been resolved, suddenly his heart jumped, his head slowly turned, and he looked in the direction of the third peak.

It seems that the evil qi that I just felt in the forbidden land is not in this second peak at all, but in the third peak!

"It's okay, then let's kill more demons today!"

The silver-haired man's face was cold, and he stepped out in one step, and the end of the world seemed to be at hand, and he was a hundred miles away.