Xia Ji climbed through the long rope of several zhang and entered the third layer.

Without the slightest hesitation, he inserted the key directly into the east-facing side of the golden pillar.

The golden pillar began to change, concave and convex, and then presented a leather scroll, the skin was extremely thin, I don't know what kind of cortex, it was cold to the hand, with a little chill.

This is one of the two great mystical skills of the Holy Gate, "The End of the World".

Xia Ji remembered the three hours, and then spread out the scroll without stopping.

This stall was stunned, because the scroll was extremely long, there were several zhang, and the words on it were densely packed.

Not only that, but at the end the scroll was torn and jagged.

Is it a fragment?!

And in three hours, there was no time to read the text.

Xia Ji tried to memorize, but found that his Chinese characters were obscure, and with the patterns, they were even more complicated.

He had no choice but to endure it and start over.

Begin to comprehend word by word.

...

In the moonlight.

A figure walked through the summer bushes and stood still in front of the Dead Leaf Pavilion.

Pang opened his eyes in shock, looked at the disciple of the Holy Companion with crippled arms and was wrapped in bandages, and asked, "What is the matter with looking for me in the middle of the night?"

The person who came was Lu Changke.

He lowered his voice and said, "Senior Brother Pang, the Holy Son is very different from before, he is irritable, and he doesn't know what evil methods he has learned!"

I obeyed the elder's order and kindly went to give him the elixir, but he suddenly fought with me.

I hurriedly blocked, for fear of hurting him, I took it lightly, his punch was not strong, and after colliding with me, he and I were fine.

But soon, an unimaginable force came from his fist, and I was disabled directly with both hands..."

Pang looked at the visitor with sparkling eyes.

Lu Changke continued: "Senior Brother Pang must be careful of his sudden outburst of stunts, this style is very insidious, and he doesn't care about the friendship of his fellow disciples at all now, I am afraid that he will be ruthless when he fights with you." I'm a lesson from the past. ”

He didn't mention at all that he wanted to detain Ming Yudan on the island, and said that the Holy Son would be defeated, and even that he would go to incense every year.

Now that I am here, I reminded Pang Jing to be ruthless, and Xia Ji's hole cards were also revealed, so that Pang Jing could prepare early.

Lu Changke continued: "Everyone hopes that Senior Brother Pang can win, and that Holy Son is stubborn and self-serving, and it has long been over... And with his ability, even if he can recover, he will definitely not return to the original state.

So, I guess he's just learning some evil methods, and some tricks of intrigue and trickery, which he wants to use in the decisive battle with his senior brother.

Such a despicable and shameless villain, senior brother, you can't be unguarded. ”

Pang laughed suddenly, his expression settled, like a tiger staring at the ground, Lu Changke was flustered.

The young man who looked like a bear suddenly said, "Boy, get out."

I don't know what grievances there are between you and the Holy Son, and I don't want to know, but I know the Holy Son much better than you, even if he has amnesia, I know much more about him after the amnesia than you, he is not the kind of person you say. ”

What else does Lu Changke have to say.

Pang Jing had already closed his eyes, and lightly spit out a word: "Get out." ”

Lu Chang sneered, turned around, and his face, immersed in darkness, showed an extremely resentful look.

How can the elite disciples of the Holy Gate be simple, and their network of relationships is deep.

But Lu Changke also had a sense of revenge in his heart, at least he had already told Pang Jing about the new power of the Holy Son, no matter how much Pang Jing prided himself on being upright, he would naturally be on guard when he heard it.

Holy Son, death is decided!!

He can't win.

Pang Jing will kill him!

...

Xia Ji obviously didn't know that his hole cards had been revealed, and the secret of the sudden explosion of the four doors of the screen had been leaked to his opponent.

He was still studying the volume of "The End of the World."

It's been an hour.

Xia Ji found that this book was not for people to understand at all.

Even though he had laid a good foundation, on the first and second floors, whether it was the basic exercises, advanced exercises, or techniques, he had carefully studied them, but he still couldn't understand this book.

However, he also knew that the three-hour rule was not for him, as it had been for all the Sons.

Existence is reasonable.

Well, there is a problem with the way you read books.

After all, it is a crossing of the crowd, and the idea is broad.

If you can't understand what the text says, then rely on your feelings.

There are less than two hours left.

After a little muttering, he adopted the idea of "using the book in front of him as an object of communication".

Press your fingers on the cortex, and your eyes don't look at the text, just immerse your mind in the overall image of the text that is floated up.

Gradually, a mysterious feeling came to my heart.

And it worked!

Xia Ji was overjoyed in his heart, and he followed this mysterious feeling more devotedly.

There was already a trace of chaos in his heart, and this mysterious feeling was like a tired bird returning to its nest, which was extremely natural.

He also began to feel in his heart.

Closing my eyes in the dark, it was like coming to a fork in the road.

The three forks represent three different directions of epiphany.

There will be a different harvest in each direction.

Perhaps every enlightened Holy Son could only choose by intuition before, but Xia Ji, who had a trace of chaotic Dao marks, was able to choose by himself.

This is something no one else can match!

But at the same time, Xia Ji clearly felt that no matter which intersection he chose, the other two would be permanently closed.

This... It's a wonderful exercise.

You only have one chance to attain enlightenment, and what you realize is what it means?

Xia Ji put aside his distracting thoughts and began to concentrate on his feelings.

The first fork in the road: shrinking the ground into inches.

Practice to a high depth, one step of 100 meters, 100 meters, 10,000 meters, or even 10,000 meters. It is very likely that when the master of the Holy Gate was the Son of the Holy Father, he realized this.

The second fork in the road: the knife is drawn like electricity.

Increase the speed of your shots, increase the speed of wielding your weapons, and the enemy will separate as soon as you see the light out of your hand.

The third fork in the road: the illusion of space.

People have the illusion of where you are, knowing that you are far away, but the enemy still thinks you are still close.

The three possibilities brought by these three forks in the road are unimaginable and unheard of.

Increase your walking speed and travel thousands of miles a day.

Increase the speed of your shot, and the knife is like light.

Improve the body method, the virtual and the real, so that people can't know.

Xia Ji directly ruled out the third possibility, and then ruled out the first possibility.

Perhaps both of these are useful, but they do little to help him solve the current crisis.

The mind follows this realization, and begins to immerse itself in it.

Long.

Xia Ji had a strange realization in his heart.

It's a mystical feeling, like a seed has been planted.

This kind of child gave him a deep understanding of "drawing a knife like electricity", but he lacked something to grow.

To put it simply, Xia Ji can now increase the speed of drawing the knife, but because of what is missing, he has not really achieved the effect of "like electricity".

But thinking about it, the Holy Gate will not have malicious intentions towards its own Holy Son, so this is the foundation laid by the predecessors before the Holy Gate for the smooth cultivation of future generations.

It can be described as Doji!

The Holy Son named Gong Jiu before was estimated to have also cultivated, but since he had lost his memory, the elder made an exception and gave him another key.

...

But...

Xia Ji always felt that there was something else to dig up.

He held the strange leather scroll and said, "Exchange this book for internal power." ”

A voice came from his head: "It can be exchanged for internal force for thirty years, but this thing does not belong to the host and cannot be exchanged." ”

Xia Ji was a little stunned.

Fragments can also be exchanged for thirty years of internal force?

And the books on the first and second floors of Yunxin Pavilion, he had also experimented, and he couldn't exchange them for a few days.

After all, it is a crossing of the crowd, and the idea is broad.

Xia Ji thought of several possibilities for a moment.

First of all, there is a problem with this unknown cortex.

Secondly, this fragment contains the essence of the person who wrote the exercises?

Again, the text is not written in ordinary ink.

He had already dissected the book in front of him.

Think for a moment.

I don't know what this cortex is made of, and I can't see it.

What should I do if I am undecided?

As...

Take a bite first.

Xia Ji picked up the unknown scroll and bit it with his teeth, trying to tear off a piece.

But this skin is so tough that even if it takes sixty years of internal force to chew, it can't bite it.

As a traverser, Xia Ji quickly chose the second method.

Dripping blood.

It's good to drip blood.

You can recognize your relatives, you can recognize your master, you can also recognize your servants, you can be cursed, stalked, copied, and carried out all kinds of black technology operations...

Thinking casually, Xia Ji bit his index finger, and a drop of blood fell on the corner of the leather scroll of "The End of the World".

As if he was afraid that this scroll would not feel him, Xia Ji pressed it with his index finger again.

Then, he closed his eyes and felt quietly.

There was some slight touch.

After a moment, Xia Ji suddenly felt that something was about to come out of the leather scroll.

The thing went down his cracked finger and into his body.

Seems to be a breath?

Xia Ji suddenly found that his fingers couldn't move.

At the same time as this qi broke into his mind, there were two other mystical meanings.

It's the two forks in the road that I didn't choose before: shrinking the ground into inches, and the illusion of space!

In this way, I have contracted all three realizations.

Three seeds were planted at the same time?

Does this count as cheating?

He suddenly felt that the breath in his body was rampage, and he unconsciously felt a sense of dizziness in his heart, and the meridians had a feeling of tearing.

Xia Ji calmly said in his mind: "With the unknown breath in my body, exchange for internal power!"

"It can be exchanged for sixty years of internal force, is it exchangeable?"

Doubled?!

I felt the tearing sensation coming from my body, and my internal strength for more than 70 years could not stop this pain, as if I was about to explode in the next moment.

Xia Ji hurriedly replied: "Confirm the exchange." ”

Call...

The strange aura disappeared in an instant.

An unimaginable stream of true qi was born from the four hundred and nine acupuncture points, and if it was a gurgling stream before, it was now a waterfall that shot out.

This made Xia Ji feel a sense of urgency to sit down and cultivate.

But he didn't forget to put the scroll of "The End of the World" back into the golden pillar.

It's just that when I put it back, I vaguely felt that the future Holy Son would never be able to perceive anything from this scroll again...