Now.

Seventh Ancient Ruins.

The muscle-knotted bald assassin weapon has been updated, and one mace has become two.

The amplification of his strength made his rod thicker, stiffer, and heavier.

He began to understand a truth: "It turns out that as long as the stick dances fast enough and the strength is strong enough, the assassination can be completed more efficiently."

Now he is already the leader of the fourth street in the East Island District of Iron Thorn Island, and when he dominates the East Island District, he will be able to enter the qualifications of the Sea Monster Castle.

At the same time, his position in the Assassin Black Hall was also increased by more than a hundred.

It's so cool.

"This seventh ancient ruin, it is really an eye-opener, and it is a good opportunity for me to get Lu Meng.

Although I am reckless and murderous, I am a good person.

If anyone doesn't believe, Lao Tzu will kill him. ”

The bald assassin muttered, making his way through the wreckage of the giant.

After the first few rounds of exploring the ruins, he began to find that everything in the ruins was changing subtly.

The first time he came here, he remembered that it was to liberate the soul of the hero.

The second is still liberation.

But the third time, it seems to have changed.

Terrifying evil spirits suddenly began to appear in the ruins, and the evil spirits had no solution at all, unless they consumed three heroic soul bone particles to resist a mortal attack.

As for the reason.

Lu Meng and the other thugs of Iron Thorn Island who entered the ruins also thought about it.

Perhaps it is the popularity that has alarmed this long-sealed world, and those heroic souls who cannot be liberated in time will become evil spirits.

However, Lu Meng is not afraid, he is a winner in life, and the only survivor of the first exploration.

Others thought he was with them.

These people didn't know that he was already ahead of them.

Now, this bald assassin of Iron Thorn Island has fifty-five Heroic Soul Bone Particles in his hands, so he has a lot of confidence.

He must exchange it for the Immortal Jade Slip worth a hundred bones!

Huge weapons are broken and broken, or two rows of short swords like bone spurs, or spears are worn with long-dead skeletons, or giant shields are broken, like rocky caves.

The air smelled of ancient rot, rust of metal.

The bald assassin treads cautiously through it...

Suddenly, the remnants of the surrounding soldiers moved quickly.

Click!!

Lu fiercely swung his mace twice, and the remnants of the surrounding soldiers were quickly surrounded.

In front of him, a strong man with a green turban and iron boots suddenly appeared.

This strong man is also from Iron Thorn Island, and he knows Lu Meng.

Because of the movement of the remnants of the ruins, the obstacle that stood between the two disappeared.

Dangdang!!

The movement seemed to be completed, as if in the abdomen of some strange giant beast, Lu Meng and the strong man had been tightly wrapped.

The two of you, you look at me, I look at you, and they both choose to be vigilant.

At this moment, an evil spirit suddenly lay on the "wall", letting out a cold laugh.

Voices came from the bottom of their hearts at the same time.

"Whoever wins, who lives..."

Lu Meng was stunned for a moment, and then two maces slammed into the ground, making a thumping sound like striking iron.

The strong man's double knives on the opposite side also danced into flowers.

The words of the evil spirits, no one dares to disobey...

What's more, they themselves also had a strong interest in the heroic soul bones on each other's bodies.

And if you kill each other, you can be stronger, so why not?

The two rushed up and mingled, while the evil spirit lay on the "wall" and laughed weirdly.

It didn't take long for the victory and defeat to be decided, Lu Meng smashed the opponent into a pulp with a stick, and a Yin Soul Strengthening Qi drilled into his body from the opponent's body.

"It's comfortable. "Lu Meng is very happy, he has become stronger again.

However, he didn't know that a part of the power in his body was being diverted.

Part of all his efforts will be "handed over" to the source.

Hundreds of forces are converging on that mysterious source.

If you can visualize it, it is quite a spectacular sight.

It's like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

Everyone who has been planted with a life and death point is supplying one-tenth of Xia Ji's strength.

Cloud Heart Pavilion, Xia Ji felt the inexplicable extra true qi in his body.

"A few years of true anger... Nothing. ”

He shook his head, he didn't think much of this power at all, but it was still considerable...

It's only a hundred and ten people now, and what if I can control more in the future?

For example, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, millions, millions... Or even all the human beings of this other world?!

...

Thoughts turn back.

He continued to immerse himself in his mind, carefully looking at the other branch of the "Icon Gong", the "Colossus Body".

"If the Sacred Bone Branch gives me the ability to harm ghosts, it embodies the word Holy.

Then the Colossus is a complete physical enhancement...

Not...

Is this a technique in which the skin is transformed into something like a hard substance?

And then it seems that I am invulnerable, invulnerable, and invulnerable, what is the use of all this?

Xia Ji pondered.

"Wait, all evils are invulnerable, which means ordinary demons can't hurt me?"

He sensed the point for a moment.

In addition to greatly improving its own defense, "Icon Gong" also has the characteristic of targeting curses.

Two forks in the road, one offensive and one defensive, it depends on your choice.

And Xia Ji faintly felt that the holy bone was a complete body that transformed a bone into a hard substance.

The body of the Colossus is the primary stage of transforming the membrane into a hard substance.

However, you can only choose one of the two.

"Choice? ”

Xia Ji skillfully stretched out his hand, and a knife qi appeared out of thin air, cutting his fingers.

Blood red oozes out, then covers the fingers, and prints are printed.

Syllable!

Blood was instantly pressed against the white-gold stone statue.

Xia Ji waited for a moment, but there was no reaction, which was completely different from the Heavenly End Holy Scripture.

The Son, wrapped in a black and gold robe, thought for a moment, and bit down the head of the stone statue, wanting to bite off a piece and then let his own blood penetrate into the stone statue.

Feel free to take up 300 years of internal force to bite down.

Huh?

Xia Ji is improving his internal strength step by step.

500 years...

800 years...

1000 years...

Xia Ji had already swelled, and his body was covered with a thick sense of darkness, and his momentum was terrifying.

Bite again!

There was an exaggerated creak between the teeth and the white-gold statue.

But there was still no response.

He continues to improve his internal strength.

1200 years

...

Year 1800

In 2000...

Suddenly, the icon opened its eyes and stared directly at Xia Ji.

An extremely terrifying aura rose and enveloped the "boy who bit it".

Xia Ji subconsciously let go of his teeth and blinked, the icon had returned to normal, but he was sure that what he had just seen was not an illusion.

"Is it alive? or..."

He thought of the ghost Buddha statue of the Dajinguang Temple on Red Lotus Mountain.

"But it's still not right, this icon doesn't have that evil aura on it, even if it opened its eyes just now, I didn't feel it...

Anyway, it seems that the red Yama's teeth are good.

Not people in the end. ”

Xia Ji shook his head, sighed, and gave up for the time being.

Well, it's a choice.

Relic, or Colossus.

Which one should you choose?

...

At this time, the spring breeze is warm.

There are often lovers hidden in the shadows under the willow heads, drunkards...

But at this time, the willow leaves were driven and walked past a person who was incompatible with the scenery and artistic conception.

It was a man with a knife in a hurry, wearing a black iron headband, with deep eyes and an irrepressible sadness hidden in it.

The man politely asked the gouache vendor on the street: "Hello, how do I get to the Holy Gate?"

Seeing that he was majestic and polite, the peddler pointed to the end of the street: "Go around this road, turn right at the previous junction, and go east to the foot of the Blue Sky Mountain." ”

The man nodded, "Thank you." ”

The peddler wondered, "What are you doing at the Holy Gate so late?"

There was some sadness in the man's expression, but he didn't answer, but walked forward.

His back is like an iron tower, his lines are subtle and restrained, but he suppresses his powerful explosiveness.

His fists clenched tightly, as if suppressing the anger in his heart.

His knife was slightly curved and short, and the scabbard was worn out, but the knife in the scabbard was sharpened more and more reliably.

The man stood at the foot of the stone steps of Bikong Mountain, looking up at the black mountain road, the name of the Holy Gate was like coercion, oppressing the entire Great Wei River and Lake, and this was his headquarters.

However, he only hesitated for a moment, and then jumped up, and his figure quickly rose up the stone steps.

Arrived at the entrance of the Holy Gate.

The man looked at the extremely magnificent temple gate and the word "Holy Gate" on the stone plaque, and suddenly raised his luck and said: "Son of Li Ling, Li Ying asks to see the Holy Son!"

The sound is like thunder, and it goes away!