Such a vigorous power is like a long river, surging endlessly.

In the end, it continued to converge into Zhao Ke's body.

It seems that this is originally Zhao Ke's power, something that belongs to him, but he has always been restricted by some kind of power, and he can't unlock it, so he can only borrow it, but it doesn't belong to him.

Only then will this power be completely its own.

With the influx of surging power, Zhao Ke was able to understand.

In this vast ocean of energy, it is more like a fish like the sea, soaring into the sky, and from then on, the sky is high and the sky is free to let itself soar and spread its wings, and nothing can restrain itself.

"Ding-bell-bell..."

It's just that this feeling quickly disappeared with the trembling sound of an iron lock.

The four chains bound to his body made a piercing buzzing sound.

The original surging energy seemed to be cut off from the source at once, and Zhao Ke suddenly woke up from the source of this power.

"And four!"

Zhao Ke's eyes were locked on the remaining four iron locks, obviously, he was still far from true freedom.

Thinking of this, Zhao Ke reached out and grabbed another iron lock, but before Zhao Ke could touch the iron lock.

A violent sense of weightlessness hit, and the ground reopened a huge abyss and forcibly sucked Zhao Ke into the abyss, this time without Ji Wusui's help, Zhao Ke didn't have time to resist and struggle.

I could only watch the shining light, the self bound by the iron lock, finally disappeared into the abyss with unwillingness and anger.

At the altar, several shamans died one after another.

In addition to the shaman who had just turned himself into flames, who had been burned to charcoal, the shaman who was holding the leaves had turned into a white bone.

The other two shamans, one with a completely petrified body, while the other had already been transformed into an ice sculpture.

There was only one old shaman left, holding a golden stone, but the old body was born with a little dark brown embroidery spots.

The intense golden energy poured into his flesh and blood, causing his body to decay like metal.

"Click!"

As the rust spread to the arm, the sound of bones shattering could be heard distinctly.

With a crooked left arm, accompanied by unimaginable pain, the old shaman's left hand hung down weakly, and he could only use one hand to continue to complete the coronation ceremony.

The slender calves trembled violently, and Zhao Min couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

When she saw with her own eyes these aged shamans, they were enduring unimaginable pain to complete the ritual when they should have been living in their old age.

This was the first time Zhao Min really saw the power of faith.

Except for faith, there is no way to explain what these old people are trying to endure this pain that they should not deserve.

"Huhuhu~~"

The sound of heavy wheezing tugged at the heartstrings of all of them.

However, no one tried to dissuade him from stopping.

Even the great shaman can only say goodbye to this old friend who once instructed him with grief.

"Hold! Can't hold it! ”

When the manpower was finally exhausted, the old shaman's eyes turned black for a while, and all his internal organs had been rotted and rusted.

Finally, the body couldn't hold it anymore and fell forward.

And at this time, Zhao Ke woke up.

Just subconsciously reached out and grabbed the old man's arm, Zhao Ke looked good, and immediately found that this old shaman who had blessed himself was actually covered in rust and poison all over his body.

And the toxins have penetrated deep into the internal organs.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke quickly used his source hand, grabbed it with his big hand, and pulled out a thick ball of rust weighing six catties from the old man's body.

However, as the rust was pulled out, the old man's body was also withering rapidly.

His injuries were so severe that there was nothing left to sustain his body as he pulled out the rusty flesh and bones.

Seeing this, Zhao Ke quickly sent a solid Ben Dan into the old man's mouth.

Only then did the old man's breathing gradually stabilize down.

The great shaman on the side hurriedly rushed up, his fingers brushing the old man's pulse, and finally let out a long breath on his pale face.

"Although I will be crippled in the future, my life has finally been saved."

The great shaman turned back to the other shamans and spoke, an answer that made everyone overjoyed for a moment.

However, Zhao Ke knew very well that the great shaman was not telling the truth.

His life was saved, but he didn't live for a few months, and the old shaman had already passed the age of the sixtieth birthday, and his flesh and blood had already begun to age.

After experiencing such a deep devastation, he still relied on the weak natural power in his body to maintain this for several months.

What's more, during these months, he would have been in great pain every day.

But none of that matters.

For shamans, living is a gift, and death is a process of returning to nature.

The time gained would allow the old shaman to fulfill his unfulfilled wish.

At least for the Great Shaman, it is already the best outcome.

"You didn't tell me that it would cost me so much to be crowned."

Zhao Ke noticed the corpses around the altar at this time, and turned back to the great shaman and said.

"It's okay with you, it's their choice, and I will do the same."

The great shaman told Zhao Ke the secret of the crowning, and the so-called crowning was to use himself as a medium to collect the energy of the great protectors scattered in nature for Zhao Ke.

Zhao Ke's heart moved, and he seemed to vaguely understand the reason why he was able to break free from the shackles.

Obviously, only by gathering huge energy can we create an opportunity to open the shackles for ourselves.

This was also what Ji Wusui had already envisioned.

It's just that Zhao Ke didn't expect the price to be so heavy.

These elderly shamans were nothing more than five lives for Zhao Ke that had nothing to do with him.

But for shamanism, which is now in danger, it is of unusual significance.

In the disadvantaged Buddhist debate, shamanism teaches every powerful shaman to be an indispensable fighting force.

But because of himself, he lost so many backbones at once.

This couldn't help but make Zhao Ke feel a little embarrassed, and he always felt as if they were the couple calculating this group of simple and naïve old men.

This made Zhao Ke feel very uncomfortable, he didn't like this feeling of being indebted.

At this time, the great shaman stepped forward to observe carefully around Zhao Ke, and asked with a strong look of expectation: "Tell me first, how do you feel now?" ”

"What does it feel like??"

Zhao Ke looked at his palm, and he didn't have any special feelings.

However, thinking back to the moment when Fang Cai broke free from the shackles, Zhao Ke's eyes flashed with a gleam.

Try to close your eyes and wave your palms.

For a while, the world around him became so vivid in Zhao Ke's heart.

The trees in the mountains and forests made a sound of flapping leaves, the ground was trembling slightly, and the river not far away rolled up waves of splashes and slapped on the bank.

It feels as if the whole world is responding to its own call.

They are surrendering, surrendering to themselves, and this feeling only arises when they become prophets of nature.

And now, Zhao Ke unceremoniously said that he has truly become the king of nature.

Even without using any of their abilities, the vast elements of nature will be at their disposal at any time.

Everything is different.

After untying the shackles himself, Zhao Ke found that there was no limit to the power he had gained by devouring stamps.

It's just your own energy that you consume.

But most of the abilities have no place to be tied to the postage.

Just like the Prophet of Nature, Zhao Ke now has a feeling that as long as he is willing, he can become a Prophet of Nature in the strongest state at any time.

There is no need to sacrifice any more stamps as a cost.

This is its own power, which is its own in itself, and naturally does not need any sacrifice to borrow at the expense.

And the cooldown on the ability is gone.

In other words, as long as your energy can hold up, you can maintain the state of a natural prophet every day.

"It turns out that this is the so-called shackles, rules that have been restraining oneself and limiting one's abilities."

After Zhao Ke figured out what was going on, he was even more curious about Ji Wusui, if Wusui knew this method.

Apparently she had broken free from the chains that bound her.

It's just that these answers are far from enough to solve the confusion in Zhao Ke's heart, and I believe that there are still some of the answers, which are in the Red Smoke Hall in the ghost market.

Perhaps only by waiting for himself to completely untie the shackles and find the slate that he saw that day without years can he get all the answers he wants.

Among them is where Ji Wusui ended up going.

"Huh!"

At this time, Zhao Ke raised his eyebrows and looked at the mountain not far away.

Not only did he untie the shackles of the rules, but also under the abundant force of nature, his perception had already made a qualitative breakthrough.

Across a mountain, Zhao Ke could actually see two people walking at the foot of the mountain.

Coincidentally, these two guys, one is Hei Zhuo, and the other is a heavenly oracle.

These two guys appeared here, and Zhao Ke didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

But Zhao Ke felt strange, but he didn't know why, Hei Zhuo had to carry a wild boar as strong as a rhinoceros on his back.

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