With a click, that trace of purple gas was finally bitten off by him,

At this moment, Song Xiaojian's tears rolled down, nine months,

The numb eggs only took nine months to eat a bite, fortunately, the little ants are not real creatures, otherwise they would have starved to death,

After a few clicks, that trace of purple gas was chewed up and swallowed into the stomach.

After a while, a faint trace of energy entered the various cells of the ant's body and merged into the spiritual power.

Suddenly, Song Xiaojian felt that his whole body was hot, very hot, as if there was a fire in his body.

No, it's not that there's a fire in him, it's that he burns himself, and his whole body burns violently.

He wanted to withdraw from the little ant's body, but he found that he couldn't withdraw at all.

The endless fire tortured him to death,

He wanted to faint, but he couldn't faint, all his spiritual power seemed to be trapped in an alchemy furnace, and he was frantically calcined by the three-flavor true fire.

Gradually, a trace of red light appeared on the little ant, and the red light became stronger and stronger, as if the ant was ignited inside.

Eventually, the little ant turned into a reddish ant, and its skin became transparent, and the situation inside was faintly visible.

Inside the ant's body, it is like hiding one magma river after another, countless magma shuttles and surges, and countless sparks rise and extinguish.

A wisp of light smoke came out of the small ant and disappeared.

I don't know how long it took, the little ant darkened and regained its dark color, but now the little ant is a little more translucent than before.

Like at first it was matte, now it's a bit like a mirror light.

Song Xiaojian's spiritual power was trapped in the little ants, tortured to death, and when everything stopped, his spiritual power didn't want to move.

Like a dead dog, lying on the ground, only out of breath, no more breath,

However, soon, he made a new discovery, and the volume of his spiritual power shrank significantly.

If it used to be 1,000 cubic millimeters, now it is only 100 cubic millimeters at most, which is a tenfold reduction.

Well, it should be said that this is not bad for him, although the volume has been reduced by ten times, however, the weight has not been reduced so much, at most it has only gone to thirty percent, just assume that there is weight, this is just a metaphor.

In other words, as long as his spiritual power is restored to its original volume again, it can be seven times more powerful than before!!

Sevenfold, sevenfold,

At this moment, Song Xiaojian felt that everything was worth it, even if he was burned with lust...... Well, the Flame Burn is worth it......

In the following days, Song Xiaojian was painful and happy,

Every time he bit down on a trace of purple qi, he would be burned with lust...... Uh, no, the flames burned him, and he couldn't stop it...... Uh, that's not right, it's painful,

Every time he digested the purple qi, his spiritual power would shrink significantly.

Even so, every time he digested the purple qi, he could feel that his mental power was more mellow and lively, and it was easier and easier to control the little ants, and he was more and more handy.

Not only that, but his thinking is also more agile, his memory is getting better and better, and he can almost remember it.

The most important thing is that he found that there was already a trace of purple intent in his spiritual power.

Maybe it won't be long before all of them will transform into purple, and at that time, he will be able to cultivate the magic trick in the third jade slip - the eye of the reverse current,

This name, it sounds very awesome, and it turns the sky upside down, making him look forward to the effect of the eye of the reverse current even more,

On this day, Song Xiaojian began to practice the Wuji Thirty-six Styles as usual.

It's just that this time, his feelings are obviously different,

It seems that those difficult postures have become a little easier, could it be that the limit of the Thirty-six Styles of Wuji is about to be reached?

………………

The main peak, in the salted fish hall, Zhang Shen's face is full of helplessness,

"Sect Master, it's not a way to go on like this, there is no way to get rid of all those gods and Buddha statues......"

Okay, in fact, Zhang Shenbao is bitter in his heart, very bitter, have you ever seen an elder of the Foreign Affairs Hall of the Six-Rank Immortal Sect sneak into a private house to be a thief?

He did it, and he did it for more than a year.

Every night, he would sneak into the homes of residents in the towns near Jiuxuanzong to steal the statues of the gods and Buddhas, or break the statues of the gods and Buddhas in question.

However, this is of no avail,

You stole it, you broke it, those people scolded a few words, and then went and asked one to come back.

Xia Wuyuan also had a headache,

On that day, they basically didn't come up with a good plan, not only to remove those problematic Buddha statues, but also not to find out behind the scenes, which is basically impossible.

Therefore, he finally came up with this bad idea, allowing the disciples of the Foreign Affairs Hall to sneak into people's homes and steal or break the Buddha statues.

I thought this would be fine,

But he didn't expect that the kind of problematic god statue Buddha would have filled all the nearby towns a long time ago.

Every time they broke a statue, those people went and asked for one, but there was still a problem.

As for the source of those problematic gods and Buddha statues, they didn't dare to investigate, for fear of arousing the vigilance of the mastermind behind the scenes.

"Well, let's put aside the matter of cleaning up those gods and Buddha statues,"

"Now that we know why, it's easy to do next, and since we can't get rid of those things, then we'll do the opposite,"

Zhang Shenzhu was stunned, "On the other hand, sect master, what do you mean ......?"

Xia Wuyuan can be the sect master, and he is definitely not tofu scum in his head.

"We're going to take the newlyweds and gather them in the secret realm, just let them get rid of those things."

"Well, to the outside world, it is said that the aura in the secret realm is rich, which can increase the child's physical fitness, improve the child's talent, and make it easier to embark on the path of cultivation."

Zhang Shenzhu swallowed his saliva with difficulty, "Sect Master, aren't you afraid that you will find out behind the scenes?" ”

Xia Wuyuan frowned slightly, "Do it if you're afraid or not, even if it's a salted fish, before you die, you have to play it a few times, right?" ”

"Actually, it's not that serious, the sect is now recruiting fewer and fewer talented disciples every year, we have to find a way,"

"In the secret realm, the talent of the child born has not been affected, and we have taken those couples into the secret realm, and of course, even if the other party is aware of it, it is only suspicious at most."

Zhang Shenguo, as the master of the Foreign Affairs Hall, of course it will not be two hundred and five, and he figured it out at once,

"Okay, I'll do what the sect master says......"

………………

Time slipped away in a hurry, and in the blink of an eye, spring went to autumn,

In the small courtyard of the lotus pond, on the edge of the lotus pond, Song Xiaojian was lying on the recliner, he was bored again,

Now, it is getting easier and easier for him to practice the Wuji Thirty-six Styles every day, and even sometimes, he eats two Body Forging Pills at one time, and he doesn't have the feeling of soreness all over his body before, at most he is only slightly sore.

It seems that the physical fitness is about to reach the extreme of the current state,

The meridians of the whole body, he only had the last one left and had not yet rushed away,

But it's also fast, he has a feeling that the limit of the Infinite Thirty-six Style should be in the next few days,

Knowing the jade slip of the sea, he still competes with the purple qi every day,

It's just that at this time, the little ant has changed, from the original black, to bright black, and it is still black and shiny, and it is black and translucent.

At the front of the tentacles, there is already a trace of purple,

Now, he can almost gnaw a piece of purple qi in one bite, and he digests more purple qi every day.

Before, at the beginning, it would take him several hours to digest a trace of purple qi.

Now, swallow it for a few minutes and digest it,

And the energy in the purple qi could no longer easily ignite his spiritual power, he had to gnaw at least a few hundred mouthfuls a day to trigger a burning desire...... Uh, no, it's the flames,

Song Xiaojian really wanted to do something, but he had nothing to do, and the grenades developed by the machine spirit last time had already piled up a lot.

But there is no place for testing.

His cheap big brother Chi Yan also often plays with him and disappears, except for the occasional skewer, he basically doesn't see anyone.

"Ouch, brother, it's still cool for you, brother is really envious."

said Cao Cao, Cao Cao, probably this feeling,

I just thought that Chiyan hadn't been here for a long time, but it turned out to be here.

Song Xiaojian's eyes exuded an inexplicable light,

Hehe, just as I wanted to do something, someone automatically sent it to the door, it seems that this is the will of God, and the will of God cannot be violated......