It was a sacred pillar that grew out of the ruins of the temple bricks and had a mysterious style.

Plausible, illusory.

Carved with a simple pattern, it seems to be some kind of unheard of monster, but the next moment, it changes again, so that people can see the scene they want to see.

Natsu avoided direct eye contact.

Because he saw his past life.

Crossing is his biggest secret, and in comparison, his talent is not so secretive, because he realizes that this world is too big and weird, and what he sees and hears is probably only the tip of the iceberg.

He didn't feel like his talent had fallen from the sky.

This feeling is especially strong when the Red Yama says, "Are you hungry?"

Curse feels like one kind.

Isn't exchanging an item for yourself just "devouring"?

How is this different from the devouring of the curse?

And the little girl in the black egg of Yunxin Pavilion still hopes that she will "devour the luck of the world", that is, the dragon qi.

This shows that his ability to devour is a high-end product.

Is such a self a human being?

The boy smiled a little self-deprecatingly.

A soft sigh.

Anyway, at least your own heart is still human, right?

Thoughts turn back.

"This pillar grew out of the ground?"

Xia Ji couldn't help but get closer.

His thoughts didn't stop for a moment.

Suddenly, some new fragment was inserted into the mind,

According to logical thinking, Xia Ji quickly made deductions.

The White Tiger said that its tentacles could not reach the human area covered in dragon energy.

White tigers can walk freely here.

Well, there is no dragon energy coverage here.

But where did the dragon energy go here?

...

The ghost Buddha statue says that it is a Buddha in the past and a demon in the present.

The Buddha was born in the human world.

Demons are born in the underworld.

There is dragon energy in the world, but not in the underworld.

This means that this Great Golden Light Temple on the Red Lotus Mountain had dragon qi before.

What happened in the middle that led to this change?

...

A word quickly jumped into Xia Ji's mind: sacrifice!

Immediately after that, another word: traitor!

He'd seen how fierce the grudge was.

Thinking innocently to the point of penetration, he can almost seconds himself, but the second of Red Yama is a matter of minutes.

Then, such a great terror as the Red Yama is almost rampant in the world and invincible.

What hell is coming?

As long as you release something like Red Yama and sweep it back and forth a few times, I'm afraid it will be a dead domain in a few days.

Why don't they do it themselves, and wait for the traitors of humanity to sacrifice?

...

Xia Ji was blessed in an instant, he faintly grabbed something and wanted to say it, but he was still a little bit of an opportunity.

He gave up thinking for a moment.

Because on the Xuanqi ancient pillar in front of him, there was a tome of gold and darkness!

Don't wait for him to react at all.

The pages of the book quickly turned.

And then there was a bang.

What is it?

The Divine Pillar has produced a book again?

The young man was stunned, and subconsciously wanted to reach out to press the book that was quickly flipping, but his hand was hanging in the air.

He had a vague premonition that if he pressed it and stopped turning the page, everything in front of him would disappear in an instant.

Retract your hand.

Xia Ji got rid of distracting thoughts and stared intently at the book in front of him.

The pages were clattering, but he tried to see them clearly, and swept the contents of the pages into his mind.

Whoa...

Whoa...

In the ancient temple of death, the young man stood in front of the Xuanqi long pillar with the magic knife and knife box on his back, looking at the book that seemed to be being turned by an unknown hand.

His brow furrowed, and his black hair danced in the wind.

The pages of the book turned so fast that I couldn't see anything at all.

Suddenly...

For some reason, the pages seemed to freeze, and the writing took on a brief stillness.

Xia Ji hurriedly concentrated all his attention, and deeply remembered the picture of the page after the page was still.

There may have been only a fraction of a second pause in the process.

The book continued to flip through.

Syllable...

The book has turned to the end.

Books are fastened.

Boom.

With a soft sound, whether it was the mysterious pillar or the turning book, they all turned into a little dust, and then fell on the ground of the ancient temple with the wind, as if everything was a bubble phantom just now.

It's as if you just met everything and caught it, and it was your chance.

But if you miss it, then you miss it.

At this moment, Xia Ji didn't dare to think about anything.

He was struggling to recall, reorganizing what he had just seen.

Stand for a minute, an hour, or a day.

The black-haired boy with the cold saw on his back thought quietly.

In my mind, the jumping pieces were reorganizing, and the rough things were becoming clear.

Gradually, the picture of the page that had been jotted down because of the stuttering appeared in his mind, and nothing was missing.

Repeat it in your mind until you are sure you won't forget it.

Xia Ji opened his eyes at this time.

I felt my hunger, and it was clear that it was still seven days away.

He followed his gaze to the outside of the solemn Daxiong Treasure Hall, sat under the eaves of the monk's temple, and watched the heavy snow that would not stop.

casually stuck the magic knife box of Zhang Yu in the snow.

Boom!

The snowflakes scattered.

The roof is even more white.

A bronze knife case with Sanskrit chains stood beside him like a flag.

At this moment, if someone sees the picture of this scene, it will definitely be deeply imprinted in their minds.

Ancient temples, death, magic knives, mysteries, heavy snow, and that young man with an indescribable calm atmosphere.

Xia Ji began to read the page that had been remembered in his mind.

Truth be told, he was genuinely interested.

sat like this, and it was three days and three nights.

All the time is invested in it, and the boy has forgotten himself.

The mountain wind blew through the hidden door, and the wind and snow poured into the patio soon covered the magic knife, and whitened the silent boy.

Three days later.

The snowflakes all exploded, and Xia Ji opened his eyes.

He already knew what was on that page.

That's a mystical method.

And he even had a guess about the book.

A book that records the mystical laws of heaven and earth?

One page at a time, that tome is more than a few thousand pages.

Xia Ji gave birth to a yearning heart.

He tried to repeat this mystic, but found that when he opened his mouth, this mystic method was completely forgotten, and he wanted to write it down, but found that as soon as he picked up the pen, he couldn't remember anything.

Xia Ji gave up the intention of recording and directly began to comprehend.

What is recorded on that page is a mystic method called "Life and Death".

The effect is peculiar.

Has no attack power.

No defense.

But... Ability to control others.

As long as the strength of someone else does not exceed you, he will be completely under your control, and even what he thinks can be found out by you.

But that doesn't mean you can squander this mystical method at will.

Because, as soon as the sum of the forces of those you control exceeds you, you will be subject to some kind of backlash.

The more people you control, the more potential these people have, and the more likely you are to be backlashed.

The life and death reminded Xia Ji of a technique he had seen in his previous life.

It's just that the exercise is called the life and death talisman, which is an exercise in a martial arts novel, and this one of you was obtained from a mysterious book.

According to the description of the information on this page.

Life and death are rooted in one's own dantian, as long as you follow the secret method and lead a wisp of breath into someone else's body, then you can completely control it, and similarly, your own wisp of breath will also bring great benefits to that person's cultivation.

corresponding.

People who have been planted with a life and death situation, in the process of cultivation, the true qi that is born will flow to themselves.

Such an effect is really worthy of a mysterious mystery.

Thinking of the Xuanfa, Xia Ji thought of "The Treasure Book of the End of the World" and "Icon Gong".

How did the occult law come about?

How can those two books be recorded?

These doubts flashed through my mind and were put aside for the time being.

Xia Ji had a sense of anticipation, it was time to try this life and death situation.

Not...

By the time the seventh space secret realm is over, it will be finished early, but there are a lot of ready-made test products.

It's time to form your own forces.

The Lord of the Holy Gate is dead, and fighting for this position is a choice, but it is also essential to have its own power.

Originally, he was still worried about the temperature of loyalty, but now that there is a life and death situation, all this has become full of infinite possibilities.