The moonlight was like frost, the Puma galloped wildly, and the grass and trees on both sides flew back. Ahead, a dark wasteland stretches as far as the eye can see, with a winding river glistening with silver light.

Zhikari slumped on the back of the bumpy horse, his eyelids drooped, and he mustered up his spirits and swung his sword to cut at the baskets tied to the sides of the puma. "Bang!" "Bang!" The two baskets fell, and all sorts of strange things were scattered on the ground.

Zhijia Shin turned the horse's head, and the tip of the sword pierced the horse's hips, and the puma neighed in pain and galloped in the other direction. Shin then rolled off his horse and fell on the wet grass of the night, dizzy.

He rolled over with difficulty, grabbed the sword first, and then crawled to the basket. The ground seemed to be spinning, and the basket that was close at hand shook out a vague ghost, and Shikari's eyes blackened, and the intense drowsiness uncontrollably surged up, drowning him.

When he woke up, the scorching sun was shining in the sky, the golden light was dazzling, and the rushing Tianhe was so bright that it was compelling. Shin Chikari narrowed his eyes, licked his chapped lips, and reached out to touch the long sword beside him. A fat rat was biting his toes, and was about to burrow into the dirt hole, when the sword flashed, and nailed the rat's head to the ground with a "squeak".

Zhi Hunt really hesitated, tore off the rat skin, and devoured it along with the blood and internal organs. The rat blood is very fishy, but the rat meat is tender and delicious, chewed carefully, revealing a hint of sweetness, much better than the taste of dried worms.

After eating the rat meat, Zhi Hunt really bit and swallowed the bones, and the hunger in his stomach was slightly reduced. He did not know how many days he had been asleep, and there was silence all around, the wind blew through the empty wilderness, and the two baskets lay quietly in the weedy pile in front of them, and many strange things shimmered in the sun. A few little wild finches perched on the edge of the basket, pecked curiously, and rushed into the blue sky like arrows.

Zhi Hunt Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, he chose to grab the horse and escape, these two baskets of strange things are bound to be obtained. He hid under the horse's belly until a carp caught up with him and struck him down. As for Ah Guang, he planted a magic lock trick and left it for future slow pursuit. With the strength of that carp body to turn into a sword, hard fighting is equivalent to death.

Zhijia Zhen propped himself up with his sword and picked up the strange objects scattered in the grass. The drunken mud fruit does have a wonderful effect, at this moment he is refreshed, his muscles and bones are comfortable, and even the loss of qi and blood has made up a lot. In the body, the two sun and moon sword qi unconsciously became smaller, as if they were a little illusory.

On the other hand, under the chessboard composed of thirty-six stars, a trace of gold and silver sword shadows suddenly appeared, hanging straight over the sea of knowledge, half floating and half sinking. From time to time, the bright starlight sprinkled and dissolved on the shadow of the sword, condensing a clear glow.

Zhi Hunt couldn't help but be taken aback, the sun and moon sword qi were originally in the body, how could they differentiate into the sea of knowledge? No wonder the sword qi had decreased a lot. Maybe it was because when he fought against the Drunken Mud Fruit, he drove the sun and moon sword qi to collide again and again, which gave birth to such a change?

As the Taoist saying goes: "Tao gives birth to one, life to two, two to three, and three to all things." And he said, "Impulsively think that it is peaceful." Could it be that the sword qi of the sun and the moon collided, like yin and yang rushing together, rushing and changing?

He meditated hard, and felt more and more reasonable. Isn't the so-called "yin and yang mutually rooted" in line with the meaning of conceiving a fetus? Isn't the so-called "impulse for harmony" and "harmony" the fetus that is conceived and born? The so-called "condensing the sword fetus" and absorbing the sword qi of the sun and the moon is the most authentic method?

Zhi Hunt really pondered for a long time, and suddenly swung his sword with force, and the sun and moon sword qi in his body suddenly collided, and the pain was bone-chilling. After calming down a little, he swung his sword again, repeating this and so on until the cold sweat soaked his chest and back, and the whole person almost collapsed, and then he temporarily stopped.

As he expected, the two sun and moon sword qi in his body decreased a little, and the sword shadow in the sea of knowledge was condensed.

"If you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will change!" As soon as I thought of this, Zhijiazhen's chest suddenly opened up, and he suddenly gained something. This time, he reasoned that it was an unprecedented breakthrough to verify the meaning of the Daomen scriptures and his own situation, and to unite knowledge and action.

At this point, Zhijia really has one foot on the road.

Among them, there is not only the power of the breeze in the past, the power of the Hou Mansion to read the scriptures, but also the mysterious effect of drunken mud fruit.

If he swung his sword diligently every day, in about a hundred days, he would be able to completely neutralize the sun and moon sword qi in his body. It's just that this trace of "harmony" sword qi, why did it turn into the sea of knowledge? Zhi Hunt really pondered, could it be caused by the mysterious Star Dou chessboard? In the first place, it was also it that took the initiative to absorb the golden sun and the light.

What pleased him the most was that it was difficult for the carp body to leave the Earth Dream Dao, but the divine consciousness still belonged to him. After returning to the Dao of the Human World, he may be able to use the sword shadow in his divine consciousness to re-form a sword fetus, and cultivate his physical body into a sword body with the effect of refining the body!

Repeatedly inspecting the sea of knowledge, the heart of the hunt is where it goes, and the sword shadow of "harmony" also echoes it, as if it is full of spirituality. He also found that in the deepest part of the sea of knowledge, a small half of the white jade dice were hidden, and the rest was also obscure. Zhi Hunt's heart gave birth to a trace of enlightenment, and he was afraid that his time in the Earth Dream Dao was running out. The top priority at the moment is to make full use of the resources of the Tianhe Realm and strengthen itself.

He began to dispose of the two large baskets of strange things, peeling off the hard shell and dirt on the outside, and examining them one by one. He didn't know most of the things, only a dozen or so treasures that nourished the sea of knowledge, such as pearl copper picedony, grimace walnut, three-striped fisheye mushroom, Regen flower, etc., but he had seen patterns in the Hou Mansion collection. At the moment, he devoured them one by one, and his stomach was safe. Originally, these treasures needed to be carefully refined with various auxiliary materials to work perfectly, but now they can't take care of it.

It didn't take long for the sea of his consciousness to change, and the weather was myriad: sometimes it bloomed with thousands of rays of rays of rays, sometimes it was shrouded in endless darkness, sometimes it set off a lot of stormy waves, sometimes it was rolling thunderbolts, sometimes it was like a gnat "buzzing" and flying low, and sometimes it seemed to give birth to countless grimaces of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness...... With every change, the sea of knowledge seems to have been washed again, and the waves of the spirit are gradually clear as crystal, pure as jade, and seem to discharge a trace of invisible mixed air.

When Zhihai calmed down, Zhi Hunt really breathed a little, only to feel refreshed and clear. His gaze swept around and landed on a tree not far away. Next, it's time to sacrifice the ancient spirits. Although the meridians of the carp body were broken and he could no longer cultivate the sword fetus, he could exchange it for some resources to strengthen his body and replenish his qi and blood.

"Click!" The moment the long sword cut through the branches, a strange cry of "grass and mud horse" was faintly heard.

Zhi Kari's face froze, and his gaze fell on the dense canopy of the cobweb. The wind blows the branches and leaves, and the broken light is dotted, and there is no human figure in sight. He hesitated for a moment, then swung his sword again to slash down a branch.

"Grass and mud horses!two hundred and five!neurotic!" A series of strange cries rang out again, vaguely coming from the thick trunk of the tree.

Zhi Hunt Zhen was slightly stunned, and took half a step back, the tip of his sword pointing at the trunk. This salary tree has become a fine and can speak to people?

It's just that the words of the tree spirit are quite obscure, what kind of horse breed is the grass mud horse? Two hundred and five should be a number, and what kind of strange disease is neurosis? Is there a deep meaning when the three are connected together?

He waited intently for a long time, but did not hear the slightest movement, and his heart became more and more suspicious. With a sudden flick of his wrist, the long sword turned into a dazzling arc of light, spinning and slashing towards the trunk of the tree!