The Great Void Technique, one of the essence techniques recorded in the Void Ancient Scriptures, is listed as the Ji family's astonishing mastery, the supreme secret method.

This kind of magic is terrifying, it can travel through space in a short distance, and after cultivating to the extreme, it is impossible to capture the figure, and it is worthy of the name of the ghost, and under normal circumstances, it can occupy the absolute initiative.

Of course, this method is extremely difficult, esoteric and unfathomable, the cultivation difficulty is very high, and the difficulty of using it is even more difficult, and it requires the support of strong divine power.

Even if the monks of the other side realm can't use it a few times and can't use it in battle, at least the powerhouses of the Dao Palace Secret Realm can use it freely and turn it into their own attack method.

The sages of the Ji family in the past generations have worked hard and painstakingly to compile a pre-secret technique for this great technique, which is attached to the beginning of the Void Ancient Scripture.

Although it is not as unpredictable as the real Great Void Technique, the difficulty of cultivation has greatly decreased.

Ji Quan punched over, the fist wind vibrate, but there was no actual touch, only felt hit a ball of air.

Ji Huang burst like a bubble, and his figure seemed to disappear into the gray mist, no longer existing in this space.

The next moment, Ji Huang stepped out from the other side of the gray mist and quietly appeared beside him, a golden heavenly knife appeared in his hand, the cold light flashed, and slashed towards him.

Ji Quan seemed to have expected it, quickly turned around, slapped the back of the knife with one palm, and dispersed the divine power contained in it, and spit out the strength lightly, directly crashing the golden knife into the air.

"You've practiced this secret art too!" Ji Huang lost his voice.

Why can you predict my position!

However, he had asked the Seventh Ancestor, and the Seventh Ancestor had clearly said that Ji Quan had never practiced the pre-secret technique in the Initial Scroll.

Ji Quan grabbed him by the collar and lifted it in the air, his eyes bright.

"Nope." Ji Quan replied, as if he saw what he wanted to ask, smiled, and said:

"I'm cultivating the Complete Great Void Technique."

In front of the monks who had learned the Great Void Technique, this kind of pre-secret technique was simply full of loopholes.

Ji Quan's punch just now was just to test how far this kind of pre-secret technique could go.

Ji Huang's breath was suffocated, and his face instantly turned red, I don't know how much it was because of his breathing, and how much was because of the shame in his heart.

One genius was afraid of the obscurity of the Great Void Technique, and started from the pre-cultivation, while the other had already practiced the more profound Great Void Technique, disdaining the so-called pre-Void Technique.

Who is the real genius, at a glance.

Ji Quan looked back at the ruined land, full of scars left behind by the battle.

Countless flowers and plants were reduced to ashes, bluestones were shattered into pieces, the towering ancient tree was broken, and the mountains were bare and scorched.

He looked at it, and there were nearly ten people lying on the ground, some of them were really injured and fainted, and some of them were buried in the soil, feeling that they were too badly defeated and had no face to face.

"I've changed my mind."

Ji Quan looked at them and said, "Before the Void Ancient Hall opens, you must plant flowers and trees for this land, otherwise you are not allowed to leave." ”

"Huh?"

One of them, pretending to be unconscious, sat up violently, his face stunned.

Ji Quan's white clothes fluttered, passing by the people who pretended to be unconscious, and a little gleam in his eyes fell on these people.

The people who were really unconscious had no intuition, but those who pretended to jump up one by one, as if they had been pierced by a sharp needle, and their bodies tingled.

Ji Qingshu watched his companions jump up one by one, as if they were all right, very lively.

On the contrary, Ji Qingxuan, Ji Qingyan and Ji Qingshui, who played at the beginning, were still unconscious, with varying degrees of injuries on their bodies.

Ji Quan pointed at Ji Qingshu in the air, and said, "You are the one who cultivates the Tao Sutra, I remember that you learned the art of nature from Mu Keqing for a period of time, and you taught them." ”

Ji Qingshu unconsciously opened his mouth wide, pointed to his nose, and seemed to ask, are you not mistaken?

He nodded, his expression was very serious, turned around and found a slightly cleaner place, and sat cross-legged to practice.

Ji Qingshu hardened his head and led Ji Huang and other friends to start "working".

Ji Qingyin had been quietly watching from the distant mountain peak, and when she saw this scene, she wiped her tears, flew over, and joined in.

Unlike other friends, she also knows some basic natural skills, knows how to plant simple mortals, and does not need Ji Qingshu to teach her, she can complete a piece by herself.

Ji Quan occasionally opened his eyes, popped out a few pieces of gravel, and hit the lazy man's body.

Several light characters cried quietly, their eyes were red, and they shed tears while digging in the soil.

These people have grown up in honey jars since they were children, and the hundred herb liquids that ordinary cultivators on the Eastern Wilderness Land can only receive for several months are allowed to be used by them, and they have had a smooth journey when they cultivate, and they have never been worried, when they have suffered such a catastrophe.

The old people standing on the top of the mountain surprisingly did not speak, after all, it was the challenge initiated by the juniors themselves, and the object was a peerless genius in the clan, and they should bear the burden of winning or losing and face it calmly.

Moreover, the "request" they put forward before was indeed excessive, and even shameless, so they turned a blind eye to Ji Quan's "excessive behavior" outside the agreement.

Ji Quan closed his eyes and breathed, digging out the part of the medicinal energy hidden in his body that had not yet been digested, and seizing all the time to become stronger.

What is it to win against these people, any Mingyue is in his teens, he can easily sweep away, they are still immature, and they are not enough to see in front of a real genius.

The sun rises and sets, and the days go by.

Those big people were invited by the Eight Ancestors into a huge divine boat suspended in the air, and they didn't know what they were talking about.

And on the peak where Ji Quan is located, the light characters are still busy.

Except for a short break, they are all in a state of "work", working hard to repair the land and plant seeds full of vitality.

Ji Qingyin bent down to plant, her long hair tied up, she took the time to go home, changed the bright turquoise dress into a monastic robe, and then rushed over again.

She unconsciously came to Ji Quan and looked at him with complicated eyes.

After the first ordeal, the little kids began to get used to this kind of life.

After all, he is still young and highly malleable, so he no longer needs to supervise him.

These days, Ji Quan has been sleepless, practicing day and night, occasionally opening his eyes, and after swallowing an elixir, his body exudes a crystal luster.

He started a new round of practice, and he didn't seem to know what exhaustion was, like the ascetic in the story.

"Is this the practice of genius?"

Ji Qingyin looked at it in a daze, a little distracted.

Ji Quan suddenly opened his eyes, and the sun, moon and stars were twinkling in his eyes, and they quickly disappeared again.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked.

A faint flush appeared on her face, and she tilted her head, refusing to answer the question.

"Why don't you go and plant trees?" He asked again.

Ji Qingyin pursed her lips, a little aggrieved, stretched out her hand, and pointed around.

He looked up and saw that the surrounding land was full of saplings planted in the pits, and some seeds were buried in the ground farther away.

"When the seed is planted, the spring breeze blows in his year, and here will be lush again." Ji Quan thought quietly.

Just like these little kids.