Ji Cha slowly opened his eyes.

Familiar bulb ......

With a long breath, he completely relaxed.

In any case, I finally survived.

Ji Cha supported his body with his hands, trying to stand up.

Boom!

The burnt black arm was so weak that he held up and fell back on.

"I'm still too weak......" He struggled for a while, but still couldn't get up, so he could only reluctantly rest on his stomach and regain his strength.

Although this was the third time he had faced demons and monsters, it was the first time he had faced demons alone, and it was two.

It's a pity that although Ji Cha has achieved a little success in martial arts, he still has no power to fight back. Just a wood demon wearing a wedding robe can send him flying out.

He had seen a wood demon entangle two sturdy men in their twenties, and in a matter of seconds, the two men would have gray hair, lost their teeth, and turned into two corpses.

If he hadn't seen the opportunity quickly and dared to work hard, he directly exploded his internal force on the acupoints of his arms according to the method of the flame knife, burning his arms miserably and exploding the other party's branches at the same time, I am afraid that his life would have been lost.

Speaking of frustration, the wood demon and the white-clothed shadow ghost behind it tonight are just the weakest of the demons, which makes Ji Cha miserable, which shows that learning martial arts is useless.

Since the crossing, Ji Cha has killed a lot of people, and the accumulated power of the bloodline has filled this gray bloodline with no potential, and he has become a one-in-a-million martial arts wizard. Not to mention strength, agility, coordination, etc., the changes in his body alone made his twelve meridians, strange meridians and eight veins and other meridians and acupoints naturally dredged, and he already had the innate qi of his birth again, and his internal force was transformed into a pure innate internal force, which was endless, and he was circulating all the time.

The martial arts he practiced were not the Ji family's family kung fu, but the little Wuxianggong, the flame knife, the Yiyang finger, and so on, which were much more clever than him and came from another world.

It can be said that in martial arts, it is a shortcoming that only time for discipline inspection to practice martial arts. According to his experiments, the total amount of internal force he has accumulated is about the same as that of ordinary people who have been practicing for thirty or forty years. If you change to the internal strength refined by a famous master of martial arts or a disciple of a big faction, you can also have a level of about seven or eight years to thirteen or four years. No matter how high-level the boss is, he hasn't been in contact with it, so he can't convert it.

His internal strength is indeed a little small, but the feeling of his fighting with demons and ghosts is that it is useless to refine his internal strength for another ten years. If you want to fight with them, I am afraid that it will take 30 years to start with refining the internal strength, and this internal skill must be the authentic Xuanmen or other high-level internal skills with subtleties, so that you can barely blow it into five or five opens, and "wrestle" with it.

And the gap between the demons and ghosts is huge, and it takes a long time to deal with such two demons and ghosts that can only be enshrined and solved by the Xinguo Mansion, and they encounter stronger demons?

Ji Cha felt a little frustrated.

This road is not easy to follow, and there is no hope in sight.

Alas......

He simply closed his eyes and lay on his stomach for a while, and when he regained some strength, he slowly stood up, endured the pain and moved to the table little by little, picked up the cup and drank heavily, first comforting his throat that seemed to be smoking.

After that, the inspector began to examine his wounds.

Not to mention the pain in the arm, the wounds on the abdomen and thighs have somehow gradually stopped hurting. He looked down, only to find that the three wounds were covered with a layer of green hair.

"Damn! This is sinister! Internal forces really can't fight this thing! ...... adding the yin qi that entered the body, Ji Cha's heart jumped, and he immediately called out the mirror and entered the altar directly.

In an instant, his environment was turned upside down.

What appeared in front of him was a blood-red full moon and a green altar. And Ji Cha was standing in the center of the altar.

Behind him, there are three statues that are extremely broken. Two of them have almost only one pedestal left, except for the middle one, which has a pile of black lumps carved into the base, and four intact pocket-sized black goats next to them.

In front of Ji Cha, there was the remains of a stone gourd, and next to the wreckage was a large cage containing a batch of pangolins that Ji Cha had put in last time.

He stepped forward, took out a pangolin from the cage, stabbed him to death, and respectfully presented it to the statue in the middle.

The slain pangolin quickly changed in a matter of breaths - the flesh was blown away by weathering, leaving only the white bones of the forest, and finally even the white bones were completely reduced to dust!

The next moment, a purple light rose from the remains of the stone gourd and rolled towards Ji Cha.

The chief inspector in the glory of the light exhaled a long breath, and his whole body felt warm, like the sun at ninety o'clock in summer, basking on his body and feeling comfortable. The wounds on his body also gradually disappeared in this comfort.

By the time the much dimmed purple light left his body and returned to the gourd, Ji Cha's body had become intact.

"Alas, this light is getting less and less used, and it must be replenished as soon as possible." He simply sat down cross-legged on the altar and began to calculate, "In addition, the search for stronger martial arts or other abilities other than martial arts must also be put on the agenda, or we will find a way to get a new bloodline." ”

"It's too difficult to fight against demons and monsters by relying on martial arts alone, and stronger martial arts, such as those in the high martial arts world, either go to get other means. But there are countless kinds of human bloodlines, and whether I can practice those martial arts that move mountains and seas is still two words. In the same way, it's doubtful that I can practice those methods, so the quickest way is still bloodline—"

"But I don't know what kind of world I can go to, I've had enough of leaving everything to luck!"

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The silver mist obscured Jicha's vision, and when the fog cleared, he found himself standing in a forest that was not particularly dark and could not be seen.

The sky was as blue as a sea, with a slight floating cloud, and the cold waves of light were poured on him, mysteriously shining through his whole body, and the shadow of the iron moon was reflected on him.

Ji Cha frowned.

It wasn't because of the sudden appearance of the forest—he was prepared for whatever it was—but because of the strange outfit of his own. The wooden sandals, the white leggings, the blue pants, the forgiveness-colored vest he wears, the head strap with a strange iron head, and the silver-white hair hanging down on both sides all tell Ji Cha that the world this time is clearly not the style of painting he wants.

The cool breeze blew his silver hair, and in the cold moonlight, Ji Cha narrowed his eyes.

He is not alone here.