Dimm, silent, lost, ticking...

Ji Yan seems to have come to the depths of the sky, this place is not full of beauty as he imagined, the sky is very gray, the wind is blowing around, he is like a spirit walking on this silent gray dead road!

"Hum~"

Suddenly, a neat and dull sound came into his ears, Ji Yan looked up and saw that a tall tower appeared in front of him, and there was a person sitting in front of the tower, the person couldn't see his face clearly, his body was unusually tall, and his thick arm stroked his forehead, as if he was pretending to sleep! In front of him, there were eleven giants in beast armor, and behind these giants there were six people kneeling, all of whom were barbaric-looking and extremely rough.

Ji Yan looked at it, his eyes were empty, there was no surprise, no surprise, but when he looked at the tower, his eyes changed slightly, and the tower seemed to have been seen somewhere!

As if sensing Ji Yan's gaze, the giant sitting on the stone seat suddenly looked at Ji Yan, his eyes were blood-red, mixed with the aura of savagery, like a pillar of light shooting directly at Ji Yan.......

Suddenly, his face was tingling, Ji Yan woke up suddenly, looked at the stone top of the cave, and secretly said that it was a dream, but this dream was too real....

Sitting up and recalling the previous picture, he remembered that he was practicing the Wild Finger, and then he was so desolate that he couldn't stop, and then the desolate qi in his body was exhausted, and a feeling of dizziness struck, and he fainted!

Ji Yan smiled, although the brutal guidance failed, but the feeling of being close to it, Ji Yan was captured, there seems to be some kind of connection, and Ji Yan is sure that he can show it again. Looking down at his red hands, Ji Yan muttered..."It seems that I have written down all the instructions, so the reason for the failure is that the absurdity is insufficient?"

After thinking about it, Ji Yan felt that it should be, after all, the Xuan-level high-level desolate technique was far from being something that could be triggered by the Barbarian Transformation Realm, and Ji Yan understood the powerlessness in it.

got up and was about to go to the stone room to meditate, when he suddenly felt a coolness from his fingertips, as if he had touched some metal with texture, Ji Yan wondered, his stone couch was rarely used, how could there be such a thing?

Turning his head to look, the golden thing was lying on the pillow, Ji Yan took it and looked at it. It was a half-mask, exquisitely made, and even the burrs at the corners were polished to a very smooth finish, as if it had been made with a heart, rather than being cut from the whole thing.

Ji Yan was depressed, and said in his heart, what is this, why did he appear in my cave mansion, could it be left by the previous owner of the cave mansion?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt a hot pain on his face again, just like the pain when he was dreaming, sometimes intense and sometimes mild. Ji Yan touched it, the pain became more and more intense, he subconsciously put down his hand, and then touched it again, he touched it carefully, and felt that his hand was like touching a rattan, a kind of bending old roots!

He thought he was feeling wrong and touched the left side of his face again, however, the smoothness of the left side of the face is a feeling in his memory, so what happened to the right side of the face?

Ji Yan had a bad feeling, he got up quickly, quickly came to the stream behind the bamboo forest, reflected his face through the water mirror, he saw his right face, which had lost its original right face, mottled and intersecting, with a faint white silk in the flesh and blood, at this time there was already a state of recovery, but there was no original appearance.

Ji Yan was stunned and sat down on the ground, with only one sword eyebrow left, with a strong wrinkle at the moment. He didn't know what happened to his face, at this time he recalled quickly in his mind, but there was no place that could hurt his face, even if the cultivation of the desolate technique failed, it would hurt his body, not his face!

Not only women care about their appearance, but men also care about it, take 10,000 steps back and say, who wants to make their faces ugly all of a sudden?

"Who is it?"

Ji Yan's body trembled, and the monstrous anger rose rapidly, he thought about it, his face was definitely deliberately destroyed when he was unconscious, not by himself!

"Gu Dahai?"

Ji Yan muttered, then shook his head, it was impossible to look at the sea, he ruled it out. "Fan Fan?" Ji Yan shook his head again, although Fan Fan looked arrogant, he would not take the opportunity to do this kind of dirty thing, otherwise how could he be called a wine gentleman!

"Who the hell is it, and why is this happening to me?"

The ruined face is impossible for anyone to accept for a while, not to mention Ji Yan, who is only fifteen years old, he frantically attacked the bamboo forest, until the desolation was exhausted and the bamboo forest was destroyed, and he returned to the cave in a decadent manner.

After venting frantically, Ji Yan gradually calmed down, he thought of the half-horned mask, walked to the stone couch, grabbed the mask, and tried to find something from it, many doubts he couldn't understand, he couldn't understand why his face was suddenly destroyed, why this mask appeared on his bed, as if someone deliberately did it!

Obviously, this half-horned mask was hidden, Ji Yan couldn't detect who did it, he laughed sadly, this person who ruined his appearance also specially prepared a mask for him, isn't it ironic?

But what's even more ironic is that he has to wear it now, because there is no other way! Either he will never leave the cave, or he doesn't care about his current appearance, otherwise he can only wear it, even if he doesn't wear this half-horn mask, he wants to build it himself, but he has to go out and find a material, right?

Obviously, whether it was the former or the latter, Ji Yan couldn't care less, he sat on the stone bench, holding the half-horned mask in his hand, and looked at it seriously, his eyes were a little confused, as if there was a change in his heart at this moment.

Until the night was dark, Ji Yan put away his mask, and he turned around and walked into the stone room, his expression couldn't see any change, it was the same as usual, but his temperament seemed to have become different.

Sitting cross-legged, turning far away, the faint white light passed through the cave, until it disappeared into the night sky, and then gradually disappeared, not really disappeared, but became transparent, but Ji Yan in cultivation could perceive it.

Ji Yan figured it out, the so-called state of mind and realm do not have to go together, he has been deliberately slowing down the speed of cultivation, just because he cares about the level of his state of mind, today's change made him see clearly, in fact, the state of mind is nothing. If a person is willing to become a demon, then a saint will also become extremely evil, the so-called people divide good and evil, and do not do bad things, there is no such thing in this world. Because it only appears in books, only in the beginning of man, in the nature of goodness.

The crazy operation of the wilderness, Ji Yan was abnormally compressed in the thirty small veins, and he did not open up the other bloodlines for a long time, and the speed at which the desolate qi gathered was unusually amazing, and within half an hour, his arms, lower abdomen, and chest cavity were all bulged by the desolate qi, and there was a feeling of breaking out of the body!

Ji Yan's face was also full of red, but he didn't stop gathering wild qi, and the green tendons on his arm gradually enlarged, so big that it was suffocating, so big that it was unimaginable, as if a real barbarian had this kind of bloodline condition!

Thirty small veins were occupied by the desolate qi, and there were signs of circulation at first, but now they have almost become viscous, and they can't move at all, Rao is like this, Ji Yan still has no intention of stopping! If this scene is seen, he will think that he can't think about it because his angry appearance is ruined! In fact, no, Ji Yan's plan is very amazing!

The waist, legs, and whole body have been deformed, becoming stronger like the giant leather in the tribe, and even the neck has become huge and thick at this time, but it gives people a very uncomfortable feeling, as if Ji Yan will burst at any time!

The stone room is not big, and the normal Ji Yan sitting cross-legged will leave a lot of space, but at this moment, as the body grows larger, this stone room becomes narrow and crowded, until the Hua Yi is torn, revealing the bulging skin, Ji Yan's eyes are tightly closed, and the desolate qi in the suppressed thirty small veins is suddenly pushed, approaching the remaining ten small veins that have entered the desolate realm!

"All of them!"

The coherent muffled sound spread to Ji Yan's tendons, and the small veins were opened up by the desolate qi, along with the opened meridians, Ji Yan's body slowly recovered to this original state, but at this moment, the desolate decision that was running did not stop, and the invisible desolate qi was still gathering, if it could be turned into color, then there would be a whirlpool of desolate qi in the stone room at this moment!

"Thirty-eight small veins!"

Ji Yan counted carefully in his heart, at this moment, he had opened up eight small veins in a row, and only four small veins were needed to enter the wilderness!

"Forty!"

In the blink of an eye, he opened up two small veins, reached the peak bloodline of the Barbarian Revolution Realm, and was only one step away, and he stepped into the wilderness! However, the operation of the wilderness seems to be even faster!

The sky was dark, and the operation of Ji Yan was ridiculous, making the starry sky in the darkness appear hazy, it seemed that there were more stars than before, and it seemed that the sky was a little lower, just like the sky in the Western Regions, very close to the ground, very close!

"Forty-one!"

Ji Yan snorted lowly, and then the temperament of the whole person became different, he had a feeling that this wild affinity had become more intimate, it seemed that at this moment, he had a sense of being able to fly to the sky while sitting!

The desolate qi in the stone room was like a candle dragon, hovering and not dispersing, Ji Yan's body still hadn't recovered, and he still maintained the momentum of the pulse!

"Forty-two!"

Ji Yan snorted again, as if the sharp pain in the pulse was nothing in his eyes, this cultivation and the speed of qi gathering, if others knew about it, maybe something was wrong with envy.

"Bang Bang~"

"Forty-four!"

After two consecutive sounds, the desolate qi of the body veins finally showed signs of not being able to continue, and Ji Yan's body also returned to its original appearance, and the amazingly viscous desolate qi disappeared, as if nothing had happened!

Forty-four veins, fourteen veins in a row, Ji Yan shook the wild qi containing the power of madness, and the corners of his mouth hooked a smile, but this smile was brought by the ruined appearance at the moment!

Exhaled a breath of turbidity, the pulse process was fine, once it was over, there was a sudden feeling of weakness, not physical weakness, but mental. Ji Yan touched the right side of his face, although he was very angry and unacceptable in his heart, but the incident had happened, and he could only admit it!

Picking up the mask at hand, Ji Yan put it on silently, this mask is lightly gilded, and with Ji Yan's not white face, it looks very weird and evil, as if the killer people say is just like him.

But the mask seemed to be tailor-made for him, extremely comfortable, with no extra gaps or large gaps. He straightened the gorgeous clothes on his body, and prepared to walk out of Zhumu Peak and go to Weiling Mountain, because there, it was more suitable for cultivating the Glimpse Divide!