Chapter 313: Qingfeng makes a move

"Huh!"

Suddenly, Qingfeng let out a suspicious sigh and a strange expression appeared on his face.

He found that Ji Chang, who had a clear fate, became a little hazy and unpredictable after cultivating the I Ching.

At that moment, Qingfeng deduced it in his heart, and found that he still underestimated the scriptures that everyone in the earthly world could read.

This sutra is indeed a miracle of the world, and the cultivation to a certain realm can change people's fate, but it also has the effect of changing one's life against the sky; In addition, cultivating to the depths can also allow people to travel through different time and space, different worlds.

This made Qingfeng have to wonder who created the I Ching, and who kept it in the nether world?

A picture flashed in Qingfeng's mind, a great power who played the heavens and universes, after creating this magnificent scripture, he threw it away, and this scripture passed through space, crossed time, and came to the ancient world thousands of years ago in the earthly world, and was handed down after being obtained.

It's just that because the inheritance of the cultivation method is broken there, and after the lack of aura in heaven and earth, he entered the era of the end of the law, and later people treated him as an ordinary book of world-governing techniques.

thus losing his original role, so that everyone can get it, and people will not carefully scrutinize it and will not cherish it。。。。。。。。

Qingfeng felt that his inferences were inseparable, but he couldn't figure out that this strange scripture did not appear in the fairy world.

But now that Ji Chang's fate has changed, I want to see where he goes?

Running the Hongmeng Dao Technique, Qingfeng found that there were some strange energies in his veins that were intermittently blocked, causing his strength to not fully recover, only about thirty percent of what he was in his heyday.

At the foot of Fulong Mountain, Chen Xianhao returned home, and Ji Chang's small jar kept appearing in his mind.

Chen Xianhao didn't sleep all night, and his mind was full of thinking about how to get Ji Chang's jar.

But it occurred to him that if the villagers knew that they had the jar, they would not be able to survive here.

After thinking about it, Chen Xianhao decided to retreat and tell the news of this magical jar to the head of the Ji family, Ji Wu.

In this way, although he can't get the mysterious altar, he can get things that Ji can't afford to reward, make his life better, and maybe let himself enter the Ji family to do things, which is a step to the sky.

Once a thought is born, it is out of control.

Chen Xianhao immediately decided to get up and go to Ji's house to report the news.

The village was very busy every day, and no one knew that Chen Xianhao had gone to complain.

Ji Chang also hunted every day as always, distributing prey to the villagers.

As time passed, Ji Chang's cultivation of the I Ching had already started, and his body had been transformed by the immortal qi, making him infinitely stronger, and his physical strength was much stronger than before.

These changes made Ji Chang even more diligent in his cultivation, and he was even more in awe of the immortal who passed on the I Ching to him.

On this day, Ji Chang got up early in the morning and prepared to go up the mountain to hunt again.

In his ears, he faintly heard a deafening sound in the distance, like a galloping horse.

But in such a remote place as Fulong Mountain, how could anyone come here?

Ji Chang was puzzled in his heart, because of the cultivation of the I Ching, he faintly felt that this matter was implicated with himself.

Looking up, Ji Chang found that the first person was a little familiar, and in an instant, he remembered that this was not Chen Xianhao, the head of the old village?

"Uncle Chen, are you back? Where have you been these days? ”

The innocent Ji Chang shouted, and his voice startled many people in the village.

So, the villagers ran out one after another, looked at Chen Xianhao in the distance, and their eyes became a little unfamiliar.

Chen Xianhao ignored it, and led a group of people to Ji Chang's door.

"Plop!"

Chen Xianhao jumped off his mount, immediately knelt down, and looked at the man in charge.

"The head of the Qiqi family, this is Ji Chang, and the altar is in his house!"

The man didn't answer, his eyes shot at Ji Chang like an arrow, as if he wanted to see through his heart.

"Old village head, you?"

Hearing Chen Xianhao's words, Ji Chang didn't understand in his heart that he was leading outsiders to grab it for his own altar.

The villagers also knew why Chen Xianhao came at this time, and the eyes that looked at him were very complicated, with doubts, disgust, and disdain......

This eats inside and out!

"You're good! In the future, I will be a dog in the Ji family! ”

The man turned his head and glanced at Chen Xianhao and said, and then looked at Ji Chang.

"Hand it over, it's not something you can have!"

There was no doubt in his tone, and his eyes were as cold as ice blades, piercing Ji Chang's heart.

The strength is so strong!

Ji Chang secretly said in his heart, but he stared at the man as if he didn't admit defeat, but he was comparing whether he had the strength to fight.

After evaluating it, Ji Chang sighed in his heart, he had no chance of winning, but he was unwilling to hand over the jar like this.

"Huh?" The man waited impatiently, and let out a cold snort from his nose, which shook everyone to the ground in pain, and the seven orifices overflowed with blood.

Ji Chang was also shocked by that sound, and his heart was surging, and he was pressed down.

"Yes, is that what it brought you? It seems that this time it is indeed a big gain! ”

Seeing Ji Chang's appearance, the man was not angry but happy, looked at Ji Chang with some appreciation, and was also satisfied with his receipt.

I haven't gotten it yet, but are there any surprises?

Where this little bird doesn't, is there anyone else who can compete with the people he brought?

The man's mind swept and swept through Ji Chang's house, but he didn't find any treasures, and he couldn't help but have some doubts in his heart.

"Do you hand it over or do I have someone torture you and you hand it over again?"

The man was a little angry, and the consequences were serious.

With a wave of his hand, several people behind him flew out, drawing knives to cut off the water, but they cut off the necks of several villagers, and blood gushed out, staining half the sky red.

"Uncle Wen! Uncle Hu.........."

Ji Chang's eyes seemed to be on fire, and he roared with a heartbreak, and his eyes looking at the man were full of murderous intent.

The man's eyebrows were raised, and when he saw Ji Chang's appearance, he waved his hand again.

This time, more villagers lay in pools of blood, and everyone opened their eyes in disbelief.

Die with a grievance or everlasting regret!

Ji Chang's heart was dripping blood, his legs were trembling constantly, his hands were clenched into fists, and he grabbed into the flesh of his palm.

Without hesitation, Ji Chang took heavy steps and slowly walked into the house.

Ji Chang knelt in front of the bed, his hands kept digging in the soil, and soon, a quaint earthen altar appeared in front of him.

Ji Chang unwillingly picked up the earthen jar, sighed in his heart, he thought that he would be able to change his people's movement by getting an adventure, but he didn't expect it to be .........

Is the world of cultivation really so cruel?

Ji Chang asked himself in his heart.

At the door, when the man saw the jar in Ji Chang's arms, he showed a rare smile on his face, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

With a wave of his hand, the man grabbed the jar.

Unexpectedly, the jar did not move at all, lying in Ji Chang's arms.

The man's face changed slightly, but his eyes were full of joy when he looked at the altar, it seemed that it was really a rare treasure.

Since ancient times, the treasure has chosen the owner, and it seems that he has recognized this kid.

But so what?

What I want is not available yet.

Just after the man waved his hand again, ready to kill Ji Chang, he got the jar again.

A voice came from Ji Chang's ears, and according to the prompt of the voice, Ji Chang operated the I Ching, injected his eyes, and looked at the jar in his hand.

I saw that there was indeed another world in the jar, and in addition to the space for pickles, there was also a tower-like thing faintly emerging.

The tower is divided into nine floors, evenly divided, each of which is its own world.

A figure appeared on one of the floors, it was the immortal who had passed on the I Ching to him.

The immortal's gaze seemed to come through the space, staring at him with a smile on his face.

"Please come forward and save the people in the village!"

Ji Changmo thought about it a lot, bent down and bowed to the altar, and shouted loudly.

"Hey!"

A sigh came suddenly, but it came from everyone's heart. Straight to the bottom of my heart.

The man's hand that was about to grab the top of Ji Chang's head froze involuntarily, and an irrepressible fear arose in his heart.