Now not only can I not see clearly, but even the combination of divine soul and ear power that I relied on just now is invalid.

The only thing left of Jin Ziming was that pair of magical ears.

The closed eyes completely closed his vision, and his mind wandered, and he simply forgot that he had ever possessed soul power.

Forget all the pain, empty all distractions, the flesh and bones of this body are gone, and only an empty shell remains.

He suddenly returned to the "void" state that had flashed in the forest, and his body was ethereal, with only pure aura flowing quietly and unhindered.

His ears heard the woman's strange voice again, and he still didn't understand what the other person was saying, but in this silence, he seemed to "see" the woman.

A layer of fog obscured her, and all she could see was a black dress, a slender body, an astonishingly white palm, and unimaginably long hair......

In the dark, there seemed to be an inexplicable power rolling in, injecting it into his body from both ears, and then filling his whole body.

This level of mana was completely beyond his imagination, making him suddenly feel that his body was about to burst.

And in the next moment, this power was also infused with the cold moon, making its sword qi agitate, and the tough and heavy blade throbbed and trembled, as if to show its hidden anger and edge for thousands of years, and restore its former glory.

The sword cultivator on the opposite side felt the strength of Jin Ziming's breath, but he didn't care, no matter how strong this qi refining minor cultivator was, he was still an ant.

He came with a sword, and when he was in the air, more than ten sword qi had shot out, attacking Jin Ziming along different routes.

Jin Ziming raised his head, he still hadn't opened his eyes, although he knew that his ears were still invoking the divine soul just now and now, but he didn't activate the divine sense, just with those ears, to listen to the whistling sword qi.

He waved the cold moon, and a cloud of black light enveloped him in the blink of an eye.

His knees bent slightly, and he immediately exploded, his body like a cannonball, ejecting from the ground, and several sword qi pierced the black light cluster along the way, turning into nothingness in the blink of an eye.

With an indomitable momentum, Leng Yue slashed towards the oncoming sword cultivator.

The man was horrified by this monstrous murderous aura, and couldn't help but use his mana frantically, injecting all his vitality into the long sword, and then swung his sword to draw countless large circles and small circles, trying to block this unpredictable sword.

The black light flashed, there was no metal clinging, no shouting, nothing, only the dazzling black light that streaked across the sky.

This sword caused the Honghai Sect's foundation building monk and his long sword to directly turn into ashes, as if he had never appeared in this space.

The black ball of light fell, revealing Jin Ziming's crumbling body.

The energy in his body was still surging, but his sanity had been completely annihilated, and the vast power that depended on both his ears and his divine soul suddenly lost its pillar.

The strength was like the sea water at a low tide, rolling away, Jin Ziming could no longer support it, and fell straight down, and the incomparably deep darkness spread out, completely engulfing him.

Two days later, the stars were shining in the wilderness, the moon was bright and bright, Jin Ziming finally woke up, he slowly propped up his upper body, and found that the blood hole in his chest had been blocked by clotted blood clots.

He took some herbs from his bag, chewed them and swallowed them, and then took out the wound elixir and powder that he had taken from Hu Lei and them, the former was taken, and the latter was applied to the terrible wounds.

After dealing with it, he trembled his hands, took out the water bladder, and drank some water, so that his chapped lips finally felt better.

He began to run the "Blood Refining and Quenching Technique", from the first layer to the third layer of exercises, cycle after cycle, the pioneer removed the residual sword qi in his body, and then began to repair the broken bones and those terrifying blood holes.

Three days later, he finished meditating and finally stood up.

With his wounds all scarred and his broken bones healed, he caught up with the brown steed that could not run far, cut the rope that connected it to the dead body of the white horse, turned on his horse, and hurried towards Zhanxing City.

Jin Ziming galloped while thinking about the terrifying external force.

Yesterday he had already tried, and even if he heard the strange woman's voice after entering the meditation, he could no longer summon that mysterious power.

Is it only in the crisis of life and death that can we connect with that woman and obtain that ability?

What level of power is that? He was able to annihilate all his opponents and weapons.

This surprised him, after all, there might be an extra means of saving his life.

But it also made him frightened, there is no free gift in this world, after using this inexplicable power once, what price does he need to pay to get on par with that woman?

I couldn't figure it out, so I simply stopped thinking about it.

After two and a half days, he finally arrived at Zhanxing City.

The city is bustling with commerce, and there are many shops on the streets, which is very lively.

Jin Ziming had no intention of visiting, and directly asked for directions to a big store that bought beast cores, and was supposed to exchange silver taels, but the store kindly told him that the teleportation formation only accepted spirit stones.

Jin Ziming didn't understand what the spirit stone was, so he had to exchange two hundred and fifty first-order beast cores for one thousand fifteen hundred low-order spirit stones, which made him really painful.

He had never seen a spirit stone before, and he put it in his hand curiously to watch, shiny, and could feel a majestic energy contained in it, but he had no intention of studying it now.

rushed to the teleportation array, and after paying the spirit stones, he was brought into the formation.

He found that there were already twelve people sitting inside, men, women, and children, and two of them had extremely powerful breaths, and the realm could not be judged.

Sitting opposite Jin Ziming was a thin boy of sixteen or seventeen years old.

He was looking around, and when he saw that Jin Ziming was single and had an extraordinary bearing, he gave him a bright smile.

Jin Ziming subconsciously smiled back, but the young man didn't see anything outside, and walked over and sat beside him.

The boy arched his hand:

"Brother Tai, be polite, my name is Zeng Ze, from Zhanxing City, I don't know Brother Taizun's surname, where is Xianxiang?"

Jin Ziming was looking for someone to consult about the situation in Derong City, so he replied casually: "My name is Jin Ziming, and I am from Tongfeng Town in the northwest. ”

"I went to Derong City this time to participate in the introductory disciple assessment of the Longqing Sect, wouldn't Brother Jin also have this purpose?" Zeng Ze asked tentatively.

"That's a coincidence, I did go to join the Xiuzhen sect, but I don't know where to worship yet." Jin Ziming said.

Zeng Ze was immediately overjoyed and hurriedly said:

"From then on, we will rely on Brother Jin to help you, and our brothers will move around more and contact more."

After the two of them were polite, the more they chatted, the more speculative they became, and Jin Ziming realized that the young man was from a large business family in Zhanxing City.

Since he was a child, he loved to cultivate, and his relatives in Derongcheng helped him register for a third-level sect called the Longqing Sect, and now he is going to participate in the entrance examination.

"Brother Jin, the strength of the Longqing faction is very strong, and the reputation in the cultivation world is also good, why don't you also apply for the Longqing faction?

In this way, we can also take care of each other. Zeng Ze excitedly encouraged.

"I wonder if the registration for the Longqing faction has been closed?"

"It's okay, as soon as we arrive in Derong City, I'll ask my relatives to inquire, and if it's over, I'll ask them to help try to dredge it."

"Zeng Ze, let's wait for me to find out the situation, if you need help, I will definitely contact you." Jin Ziming didn't want to be trapped now.

"Okay." Zeng Zewei was a little disappointed, but he immediately wrote him the address of his relative's house, and repeatedly told him that no matter what faction he joined, he must contact him.

Jin Ziming saw that this young man was enthusiastic and sincere, not like a hypocrite, so he readily agreed.

Two more people walked into the teleportation array, and the monk who presided over the teleportation activated the magic circle, and Jin Ziming only felt that his soul suddenly fluctuated violently, but it quickly recovered as before.

This lasted for a pillar of incense, and the formation shook violently again, and after a roar, it finally stopped, and Derong City arrived.

As soon as the teleportation formation came out, someone took Zeng Ze away.

Jin Ziming walked alone on the street, it was not the hour, the sun was shining, but the temperature was not high, the autumn breeze was blowing, and he could still feel a little cool.

He looked at this strange city, his heart was surging, and he began to look forward to the future path of cultivation, with hopes and apprehensions.

At this time, Jin Ziming was nearly nineteen years old, a little taller than a year ago, and many years of wild life made him have a healthy wheat color and full of masculinity.

The broad shoulders that obviously surpass ordinary people, the powerful waist and limbs, make people feel brave and invincible, and the blazing gaze and calm and restrained temperament make him look old and capable.

After Jin Ziming found a small inn to stay in, he found out that the largest shop in the city that sold and bought monks' goods was called Qingfeng Pavilion, so he went straight there.

Located in the eastern part of the city, Qingfeng Pavilion is a vermilion-roofed all-wood building with a total of four floors, with a pair of huge stone pixiu lying at the door.

Jin Ziming came to the first floor, only to see beast cores, pills, weapons, exercises and rare treasures everywhere, and some guests were selecting.

A young woman in a red dress greeted her warmly, smiled and asked:

"Hello, Childe! My name is Hongling, what do you need? ”

"I'd like to sell the core and get some news."

"Oh, please wait."

After speaking, she turned around and walked to the third floor, and after a while, she came down with an old man in a green robe.

The white-bearded old man was extremely energetic, he strode over, and without waiting for Hongling's introduction, he said to Jin Ziming:

"Childe, I am the deputy steward here, surnamed Chen, I heard Hongling say, you want to sell some beast cores, can you show them to the old man?"

Jin Ziming took out the two ordinary second-order and all first-order beast cores that had already been counted and spread them on the counter next to him.