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It was beyond the speed of thinking transformation, and Daoist Yan didn't even have time to change his expression before he was killed by a sword. The Jiuyang Fu Sword was still in his hand, and his tall body was still standing, but he was indeed dead, and he died cleanly, to the point of absurdity.

Yu Ci didn't blink his eyes, staring at the scene that was happening in front of him until the other party's Liuyang Kui fell to the ground.

"It's the spirits that vibrate. It's amazing!"

In fact, it is not accurate to call the seven-star rune sword "rune sword". Even if it can condense the vitality of heaven and earth, use essence and blood as a skeleton, and turn it into a physical object, in the final analysis, it is still a talisman. Since it is a talisman, it is natural that there must be a spirit to be stimulated, just now the spirit oscillates, the void opens, and the spirit should be concurrent, the feeling is unprecedented, it is really hearty.

Yu Ci knows the taste of the marrow, and wants to send another talisman to try......

However, at this time, the mood suddenly relaxed, and the heavy tiredness suddenly fell to the head, and the feeling of weakness had swept over the whole body...... Yu Ci hurriedly bit the tip of his tongue, the wound left by the previous blood spray to the Seven Star Rune Sword was still there, and the hot pain made him shiver, and his sleepiness faded a little.

It's not a safe place. Yu Ci reminded himself that he struggled to get up and staggered towards the remnants of Daoist Yan ten zhang away.

At some point, a hazy drizzle began to fall in the mountains and forests, and the rain pressed down the raging wildfires and raised puffs of green smoke. The slightest coolness penetrates through the skin of the whole body, and the drowsiness is further fading.

After only two steps, Daoist Yan's headless body fell down and smashed into the wet soil.

Before walking to the remnant body, Yu Ci was still in a trance, a legendary psychic monk was slaughtered by him like this?

Of course, purely based on facts, Yu Ci does not think that this is luck. From beginning to end, he and Daoist Yan's grasp of life and death was only five or five, but he was more familiar with this kind of gambling-style choice, and Daoist Yan didn't have this ability, so he deserved to be killed here......

He just felt that Daoist Yan was a little weaker than he imagined.

In the battle, the biggest threat to him was naturally Daoist Yan's last means of issuing a sword in the air, which did have the power of an imaginary psychic monk, and others such as sharper sensing, more skilled swordsmanship, and deeper cultivation...... But there is no essential difference.

With this doubt, Yu Ci looked down, the Nine Yang Fu Sword that made him suffer so much was lying in the muddy water, and the red mangs had dimmed to the point that they were almost extinguished, but when they got closer, they still felt that there was a heat that was very different from the outside air permeating the surroundings.

"Is this the sword?" Yu Ci picked up the talisman sword and played with it in his hand. To his surprise, the body of this incomparably sharp Nine Yang Rune Sword was actually made of wood, only one foot long, no wonder it looked like a short stick from a distance. The sword body was carved with countless dark red lines similar to cinnabar, almost obscuring the original material color of the sword body......

Waved his hand twice, but there was a whining sound in the air, and there was no feeling of a sharp blade breaking through the air, injecting true qi, which caused the scorching red mangs that he saw last night, but the sword was in the air, although there was the sound of a golden blade splitting the wind, it was still not as sharp as in the hands of Daoist Yan.

Is this a difference in the realm? Yu Ci didn't care, and began to rummage through Daoist Yan's body again to see if there were any treasures on this person's body.

The results were bizarre.

"No...... Nothing?"

I rummaged for a long time, but he found nothing. It's not just that there are no treasures, but there is not even a single thing that should be needed to walk outside. It seems that this murderer is a complete poor bastard except for a talisman sword and a set of clothes to cover his body, and this is obviously impossible!

Yu Ci thinks that he is not rich, but when he lives outside, he always has to carry a little commonly used things on his body, which has been accumulated over the years, and he is also small in scale, and the treasure bag under his waist is stuffed all year round...... Pushing oneself and others, walking the rivers and lakes, it should be similar, but this Yan Taoist priest is so clean, isn't it really not a fireworks in the world, and if he picks up his clothes, he comes and goes without worry?

Impossible, Daoist Yan mixed in among the herb pickers in the name of picking shrimp and whiskers, didn't he even prepare a stone box?

Grasping this unreasonableness, Yu Ci didn't have the slightest frustration, but his eyes were like a regular, sweeping over and over again on Daoist Yan.

Suddenly, his gaze froze, locked on the little finger of Daoist Yan's left hand.

There was a black line, like a ring, that was placed at the base of the finger. For some reason, the moment Yu Ci's gaze touched the ring, there seemed to be a "bang" in his brain, as if two forces had collided together, although it was faint, but it was also clear......

What is that?

With this thought in mind, Yu Ci bent down and pulled out the ring and put it in front of his eyes to observe.

The feeling of finger touch is very ordinary, and under closer inspection, the materials and craftsmanship are not surprising, but Yu Ci has such a feeling, feeling that this ring is just a shell, and there seems to be something wrapped in it.

"Perhaps, peel it off?"

With this absurd thought, Yu Ci took it into the palm of his hand. Of course, he didn't exert his strength, but the touch in the palm of his hand was real, so that the size and shape of the ring were reflected in his mind, and it was meticulous.

Then, something wonderful happened.

I don't know where it came from, a small hammer, with a bang, it was really like breaking a layer of eggshells, and the image of the ring in his mind suddenly shattered, and then, Yu Ci's mind was filled with many things, full, and seemed to be stuffed with a whole room......

He jerked, and the overflowing sensation shifted from his mind to his palm. At that moment, his palm seemed to swell, and what he held inside was no longer a small ring, but a house full of all kinds of miscellaneous items.

Yu Ci took a deep breath, and immediately understood:

"Storage Ring!"

The reality of the experience finally merged with the fragments of the past. Yes, this is the legend that those monks have a wonderful personal space, with the magical power of Nasumeru and mustard seeds. When he was a teenager, he had also seen in the Twin Immortals, which were almost intimately linked to the status of monks.

As soon as the thought of "good things ......" floated, Yu Ci suddenly froze, because there was a very unreal thought that stabbed out obliquely, like a hurricane on the calm sea, and the feelings in his heart were like an angry tide surging, rushing through his chest......

This childlike affection is contrary to the storage ring itself, he still holds the ring, and the expansive sense of fullness is also clearly recognizable, and the objects arranged in the inner space are layered with hatred and overflow. But these things were completely ignored by him.

At the top of the tide of love, what little reason he had left was roaring:

Is it there, is it still there?

He didn't care about the ring, at least compared to that thing, he really didn't. He just wanted to know, was that "little hammer", the same "little hammer" that had just come out of the void and smashed the shell of the storage ring, was it still there?

With a "ding" sound, the storage ring slipped from the palm of the hand, hit a protruding rock, and bounced far away.

This was done intentionally by Yu Ci. He didn't pick it up right away, but stood there for a long time, during which time he forced himself to forget the memories of the sensations he had just made, and his mind went blank before he stepped forward, bent down, and picked up the ring again......

Yes, he's going to try again.

He had some difficulty breathing, and the hand holding the ring was even shaking.

Taking a deep breath, Yu Ci wanted to exert his strength, and if he could, he would even crush this precious storage ring. However, there is no need to be so troublesome, the thought is in force, as soon as the thought is moved in his mind, the ring in the palm of his hand vibrates gently with an imperceptible amplitude, and then, the real fullness/swelling transcends the limitations of the physical body and is directly fed back into his mind.

A qiē is as desired!

The dizziness of happiness was spreading, and Yu Ci had to do everything in his power to keep the last bit of sanity and give the last command.

In the sound of "bang-la-la", countless debris poured down from the palm of Banzhang's hand. What is more tangible than spiritual fulfillment is only the real physical object in front of you, and the miscellaneous things that have changed out of thin air are piled up into a small mountain, which is placed in front of Yu Ci......

Rich, worthless, useful, useless...... Whatever it is, they are all really there. What's more, it was with Yu Ci's own strength that they were pulled out of the wonderful storage ring.

Yu Ci didn't need to find any more "little hammers", because that hammer was himself. That wonderful power originates from his soul at all, and is integrated with his life, and the thought is born, and the thought is extinguished, just like the instinct of breathing.

He remembered a long time ago, the only time the Red Yin Fairy had described the words of the cultivation realm:

"Distinguishing and turning thoughts, and turning the divine mind, is to channel the gods. ”

Yes, only when the Divine Soul is strong and the Divine Will is successful, and only when the Divine Consciousness is differentiated and the Divine Consciousness is reincarnated can the Storage Ring be opened.

What does that mean?

That means that you have truly surpassed the "three levels of mortality", truly possessed magical powers, and truly entered the realm of "Tongshen......

Yu Ci felt the blood all over her body gather on her face, until her lips went numb. He tried to keep that little sanity in his head alive. Then, he stretched out his hand, did not activate the Bronze Sword, but used his fingers, stroke by stroke, to trace those extremely familiar trajectories in the void.

With the movement of his fingertips, his heartbeat suddenly calmed down. At the same time, the wonderful pulse of the divine soul reappeared, and Yu Ci seemed to have an extra "self", but with the self-adjustment of the heartbeat, the two pulsations of the divine soul and the heart were resonating at an extremely fast speed, and finally merged into one.

There may be spiritual light gathered on the fingertips, or maybe not, but in Yu Ci's eyes and heart, there is a world of déjà vu.

In the chaos and emptiness, the emptiness is vast and dark. Yu Ci's fingers seemed to have magical power, every time he moved, he lit up a star, and also pulled out a bright light from the star, as if slowly and urgently, hundreds of stars lit up, becoming a bright node in the void picture.

Fu Cheng Lingying. In this drizzly weather, a huge blue arc suddenly lit up in a corner of the mountains and forests, piercing into the sky, merging with the upper clouds, like a reversal of lightning, wonderful and beautiful, followed by rumbling thunder.

A blow to the cardinal's five thunder talisman drained all of Yu Ci's strength. His knees trembled indisputably, and he leaned over and gasped for air, but the pant look, no matter how you look at it, looks like a hoarse laugh.

Tongshen is an invisible and insurmountable wall, and it is the magic of a mortal who truly steps onto the road of immortality.

And at this moment, this high wall fell down in front of Yu Ci and disappeared!

"Ahh

In the roar, Yu Ci kicked and kicked, and the hill of debris in front of him collapsed with a bang, and the broken debris parts splashed in all directions.

This outbreak of love seems to have no reason, but it is indeed accumulated in Yu Ci's heart.

When there is only one clear goal in the long course of life, and years of hard work are still out of reach, anxiety, hesitation, and despair are inevitable. It's just that this qiē, Du Yuci forced it down with his will, and supported it with his lonely courage, like a lone wolf, marching on this road that seems to never end.

The pressure never abated, it just buried deeper. Over the years, day by day, under the joy of today's harvest, in this almost crazy roar, it completely erupted.

Psychic and monk have become Yu Ci's latest identity, and the world he faces is completely different!

The pressure never abated, it just buried deeper. I hope I'll be able to indulge like Brother Fishbone one day. Before that, only the collection and red tickets of your book friends are the best way to relieve stress.

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