Section 23 Iron striking also needs its own hardness

The demonic qi dyes everything, pervasive, Xiaobai knows that it is powerful, even the demon phoenix can't resist, how can she be spared! Those disciples of the Taoist sect, the demon slave and the demon maid, even if they are dyed by the demonic qi, there is no way to do it, but she and the Rakshasa girl are big demons who have cultivated for tens of thousands of years, once they are manipulated by the heavenly demons, it will be a lot of trouble, but since the real person has spoken it, there must be a way to deal with it.

Xiaobai asked, "What means does the real person have to restrain the demonic energy?"

Zhou Ji said: "Planting a secret talisman in your body can keep out the demonic energy, but this secret talisman is extremely domineering, and the demon body of ordinary cultivation can't hold it at all, on this Chishui Cliff, only you and the Rakshasa girl can try it." ”

Xiao Bai hesitated slightly, and said, "If you can restrain the demonic qi, it doesn't hurt to try, when do you plan to do it?"

"Don't be in a hurry, planting the secret talisman into the body is quite laborious, and it is not an overnight thing. Zhou Ji glanced at the Rakshasa again and asked, "What do you think?"

The secret talisman is extremely domineering, and the demon body that is ordinarily tempered can't hold it at all, Zhou Zhenren said very vaguely, and the meaning of his words is that he is only afraid of losing the origin, which will cause a lot of trouble. However, the lesser of two evils, the Rakshasa woman understood this truth, gritted her teeth and said: "The real person only has to do it, and the slave family can survive." ”

Zhou Ji pondered for a moment and said: "Manipulating the puppet with demonic qi is not all without a price, the old and the weak on the Daomen side, don't worry too much, you two pay attention to it, take care of this side, and you can protect yourself even if it is not good." Let's take one step at a time......"

The heavenly demons are weird, they can't be prevented, once they attack blatantly, I don't know how many people can save their lives, and the two monsters hurt them, and they can't help but be a little depressed.

Zhou Ji stood next to the young tree of creation, secretly thinking to himself, when the Heavenly Demon Yuwen was at its peak, he led 100,000 ghost Yin soldiers to ravage Dayingzhou, the Seven Cities of Heavenly Demons, and the Huangting Daomen. He was imprisoned under the blood sacrifice seal for hundreds of thousands of years, and he sent out his divine thoughts several times, turning the world upside down, and only then did he escape by luck, and his cultivation may not be as good as before, but to deal with the only cave heaven realm, it is not a problem, although he has the backhand left by Wei Qiqi, how many times can he survive the disaster of killing?

Iron also needs its own hardness, he is trapped in the Chishui Cliff, if he can't find a way to improve his strength, just leave it alone, and turn back to the upper realm as soon as possible.

Zhou Ji sighed, originally thought that this trip was half a business trip, half a blessing, and he could have a good time, but he didn't expect that the world was unsatisfactory, and he was escaped by the heavenly demons, poked a big hole, and was so tired that he couldn't be quiet, it was really hateful!

He looked up at the sky, the sun and the moon were annihilated, the universe collapsed, that guy hid in the small realm of Bilian, hid in the floating palace, and threw down a dead branch of the tree of creation, and left it alone like no one, more hateful than the heavenly demon! Aren't you supernatural? Isn't it a clever plan? Why is there no follow-up?

He snorted coldly, walked into the shadows with his hands behind his back, paused, threw out a five-colored divine light sickle, turned into a multicolored peacock, lifted his bulky body, circled a few times, identified the direction, and went straight to the southwest corner.

The vitality sown by the young trees is getting thinner and thinner, Zhou Ji's eyes are flashing, and he can see it clearly, outside the Chishui Cliff, the mountains and forests are empty, the sand of time slowly rotates, dead silence, chaos, destruction, bare rocks peel off layer by layer, and they are scattered, at the same time, the vitality crushes the sand of time, and a trace of pure heaven and earth vitality gushes out, and the five qi of Ruijin, Yimu, decay water, fire and Gentu grow together, and the peeling mountains and rocks are bridged one by one.

Zhou Ji sat down cross-legged, slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips passed through the invisible barrier, exposed to the sand of time, he looked intently, only to see that the finger was suddenly shriveled and old, suddenly delicate and smooth, in an instant, the power of time grinded back and forth thousands of times, and the flesh and blood were scattered into a canopy of sand of time, and there was no trace of annihilation.

He didn't feel any pain, life and death were in harmony, and everything was smoothed out by time.

Zhou Ji retracted his hand, the true element in his body flowed, and the fingers that had been worn away by time returned to the same as before, and he couldn't see the slightest abnormality. He doesn't have the natural power to create young trees, and he can strip the power of time with majestic vitality and seize the vitality of heaven and earth from the sand of time, so he can only think of other methods.

In fact, there is nothing to consider, the only choice is the best choice, he stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the colorful peacock beside him was annihilated, turning into a long and curved five-colored divine light sickle, resting horizontally on his lap. He stared at it for a long time, squeezed out a drop of viscous essence blood from the center of his eyebrows, trembling, and was about to fall. Wei Qiqi's killing intent gossamer left in his Mud Pill Palace seemed to sense something, and one of them popped out, submerged into the essence blood, and dripped on the tip of the blade of the five-colored divine light sickle.

A little chaotic qi is congenital, divides the five elements, and gives birth to the Peacock King's Dharma Body, this sickle is cast by the bones of the Peacock King, the beak is the point, the head is the blade, the spine is the handle, and the five-colored feathers give birth to the divine light, the most powerful but, before Zhou Ji only hurriedly sacrificed a sacrifice, and did not complete the whole work, this time he decided to refine it from scratch with essence blood, and refine it into a natal object that is both loss and glory.

The wisp of killing intent condensed gossamer fell into the beak, like a frenzy, washing the bones of the Peacock King inside and out, the ghost made the god send him a hand, the essence and blood were easily integrated into the bones, I don't know how much work was saved, and in a moment, the five-colored divine light sickle and his mind became one, and the water milk/blended.

Zhou Ji was stunned for a long time, and muttered: "It turns out that there is such a wonderful use...... As soon as his mind moved, Zhenyuan poured into the five-colored divine light sickle, refining this treasure inch by inch, and engraved his own imprint inside.

The Purple Void One Yuan Gong he cultivated was one of the six true immortal methods of the Three Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, and it was unique, Zhou Ji tried his best to refine the five-color divine light sickle seven times in one go, and entered the sevenfold brand before it was completed. In this sacrifice, the true yuan in his body was fully consumed sixty percent, and only half was left, if he couldn't replenish it as soon as possible, he would have nothing to fight with when the heavenly demons attacked.

In the darkness, Zhou Ji opened his eyes suddenly, waved his five fingers, and the divine light brushed out, and when he swallowed, he had rolled back a puff of sand of time. The breath of chaos came to his face, time was chaotic, and it seemed like a thousand years in an instant, Zhou Ji frowned, and the five divine lights of green, yellow, red, black, and white erupted out, wrapping up layer by layer, tightening more and more, and the sand of time continued to collapse inward, gradually condensing into a ball, gathering into a small bead.

The five-color divine light sickle is refined as a natal magic weapon, the power of the divine light is not known how much stronger, twisted and intertwined, twisted thousands of times, a little chaotic turbulence gushes out, rising and dancing like a flame, and dying after a few breaths, the next moment, the pure vitality erupts out, Zhou Ji loosens the divine light, and the vitality enters the body, like a trickle, moisturizing every inch of skin.

A blessing has turned into a practice, although it backfired, but he had to admit that the feeling of being exhausted in the mountains and rivers was really good!

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