Ji Ge's whole body was filled with an extreme sense of expansion, and his arms seemed to be thickened.

The hot qi that turned into the entrance of the blood ling was all swallowed by the black-purple qi snake, and it was surging wildly in Ji Ge's body, growing and growing, almost filling the entire body, and the chest was tumbling, as if it had reached a bottleneck.

Suddenly, it was as if a bottle burst out of a hole, and black gas surged up on Ji Ge's neck.

What brought him was the deepest coldness and gloom that suddenly appeared under his eyes.

At this moment, in Ji Ge's eyes, the world was shrouded in a thick gray mist, and he couldn't help but have a manic and crazy desire to destroy rushing to his head, and the ugly and withered fire scar face buried deep in his heart seemed to be looking at him coldly from high in the night sky, jumping with fire in a cruel smile.

Ji Ge was out of anger, waving a black and purple aura, with only one thought, destroy, destroy, destroy this filthy world!!

"Bang dang. ”

A pot of broth on the table was knocked over to the ground, pulling him back from his nightmare.

The palms of his hands were burned red, and he couldn't care about the pain in his body, Ji Ge broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't help but shiver.

It seems that the black-purple qi that he cultivated is not a good thing, and he actually interweaves a terrible nightmare to let himself fall into it, and it can actually affect his own psychology. Thinking of the appearance he had just made, Ji Ge couldn't help but be afraid, if he indulged in this power, under the long-term edification, he was afraid that he would be turned against his master and shape his character into a dark and weird situation.

He didn't know that when the Skull Castle excavated these monuments, it used countless bloody costs to show that Gukell's physical skills had huge drawbacks, which were almost fatal. Even if it found a different way and created a method that was different from magic, and the bloodline could lead to the door of power, but the cultivator had already become a degraded and out-and-out demon, so what was the use?

It's a pity that everything in Gukel has disappeared in the years, little is known, and this road is destined to be cut off, but they also did not expect that in the distant future, so long that history has forgotten their past glory, there is a group of madmen to reproduce this truncated road.

Ji Ge thought about it for a long time, but he still resolutely decided to continue cultivating, the meaning of his life was originally to take revenge, no matter how evil the power in his hand was, as long as he could kill that person, it was enough!

Ji Ge wanted to hold the power in the palm of his hand, afraid that it would leave him.

After making a decision, he suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, picked up the pot that had fallen to the ground, looked at the cooked meat and soup scattered on the ground with some pain, he cleaned it up, and threw it into the discarded bag. Gobbling up the remaining broth that didn't spill out, he leaned on the **, thinking about things in a daze.

Today in the slaughterhouse hut, the chilling light of the butcher's leader's knife that slashed off the limb of the scaly beast kept replaying in his mind, over and over again. It was the first time he had seen a battle that was not beyond his comprehension, and he didn't perceive the unusual power, just a simple knife. He wanted to learn something from it.

That knife didn't seem to be very fast, but when he changed himself to a thorn-scale beast, he had a feeling that he couldn't dodge it, and finally, he suddenly understood something.

Beholder!

There was always a killing intent in the butcher's eyes that firmly locked on the Thorn Scale Beast, and even if it moved out of position, the sword light would follow it like a shadow, and there was no way to avoid it!

This made Ji Ge a little frustrated, this killing force cannot be cultivated in a day or two, the butcher leader doesn't know how much blood is stained on his hands, and how many butcher knives have been dulled to achieve today's achievements.

Since you can't learn the butcher's killing machine, then learn his knife!

Although he didn't have a butcher's knife, he had something left by his father, and Ji Ge took out the dagger from his arms, and he had been hiding it in his arms since that day.

The dagger is covered with patina, the whole body is dark, it looks like a dagger, if it is a piece of broken iron, maybe more people will believe it. However, it was a little bigger than a palm, and it was not decently eroded by patina, rough and ugly, and there was not even a sheath, only a solitary shape.

However, Ji Ge noticed one thing, that day the dagger could easily pierce through the chest and poke a blood hole, and what was even more strange was that its blade seemed to open a blade, although it was still inconspicuous, but it had more of an iron sharpness than before.

It has already saved its own life and may save it many more times in the future.

With a flick of his hand, Ji Ge dispelled the idea of using a dagger to learn the butcher's knife, although it was a little heavier than it looked, it was still too light and short, and it was estimated that it would fly before it could be chopped.

He shook his head helplessly, his brows were furrowed, and his heart sank slightly, there were only ten days left before the second trial in the fort, and he had to strengthen his strength as much as possible in these ten days.

But life often backfires, and only one day later, a man in black came to the door, saying that he had work to do. He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the black-clothed man's cold iceberg-like stinky face and threatening eyes, he wisely closed his mouth.

I'm afraid he can't find anyone else to find him, who called the whole mountain only he has the most dealings with corpses in this group of teenagers.

Ji Ge finished eating, took advantage of the fact that it was still noon, the sky was bright, packed up his things, closed the door and hurried out.

Long after the old man who led the way disappeared, an old woman took his place and brought food on time every day. Today, as he expected, there was a small piece of the meat of the Thorn Scale Beast in the food, and its taste was very unique, a little smelly, but it was still tender and delicious.

The roads in the Skull Castle are intricate, intersecting and tangled, like a labyrinth, and it is almost impossible for first-time visitors to find an exit from this sprawling castle without someone to guide them.

Ji Ge knew everything about this territory, where there were far more corpses than the living, and although he still didn't know much about the castle as a whole, it was enough to walk freely here, knowing where to go and which hall not to enter.

He had made his way through several alleys, through the small doors in the walls between the halls, to the entrance of the hall, which had been covered with corpse gas for many years, and where there were already many people.

Unlike what he thought, it wasn't just him doing this work alone, there were a few teenagers who were doing this job with Ji Ge for the first time were also busy moving corpses. When they saw Ji Ge, they just glanced up, and then lowered their heads numbly, without the previous horror and resistance, as if their souls had been drained, in the hellish deep castle, they had already been forced to put on an indifferent mask and look at everything coldly with a posture that did not care about themselves.

Ji Ge didn't say anything, nodded to the man in black in front of the door to greet him for coming, and then rolled up his sleeves and prepared to drag the corpse.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a young man's corpse with a dark face and purple lips on the ground, about forty or fifty bodies, some lying straight with their feet outstretched, some twisted and curled up in strange postures, their palms hooked into claws, and they were all stiff from the cold. Three other teenagers were struggling to bring new corpses from behind and throw them on the ground.

Ji Ge's heart was slightly cold, there is only one kind of teenager here, that is, these ten batches, seeing these people die here in such an unknown way, it is inevitable that some rabbits will die and foxes will die. But he quickly threw this thought out of his mind, he could not protect himself from the blood feud, where would he have time to grieve for them.

He muffled himself, tore off a corner of his coat, covered his mouth and nose, and began to move. These corpses either had convulsions or shrunk into a ball, and although they had not been seen before, there was a faint guess that there was a high probability that they had been poisoned.