vs 27 Either a curse or a blessing

accidentally bumped into the adultery, Zhou Ji didn't pay attention to it at all, the seed in Xu Yanzhen's body was so small that it was hidden deeply, and he didn't even notice it at all.

Coming to the old place where the sand of time was last grabbed, he found that the scope of the vitality of the young trees has been reduced by a few points, although it is insignificant compared to the entire Chishui Cliff, but the leopard in the tube, it can be seen that the original estimate of a thousand years is too optimistic, and the sand of time is constantly consuming vitality, if there is no turnaround, the Chishui Cliff can not support it for too long, and it is only four or five hundred years at most.

He put his worries behind him for the time being, urged the five-colored divine light, stripped away the power of time, and took the pure vitality contained in the sand of time as his own.

In the darkness, he didn't know the time, and when the true yuan in his body was restored, Zhou Ji stopped, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and sighed long. Internal and external troubles, the situation is terrible, the best response is to go further, from the cave to the yang god, but the turtle shell of the sand of time is hard and abnormal, so to speak, he has to consume three or four true yuan to grind away the power of time, absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, in order to make up for five or six true yuan, the efficiency can be described as low, far from being comparable to the upper realm.

Zhou Ji urged the Purple Void One Yuan Gong, refined the five-color Divine Light Sickle six times, and then entered the six-fold brand, almost exhausting the True Yuan.

Sacrificial refining treasures, the six methods of true immortals have their own subtleties, the purple void one yuan is better in the thick accumulation, layer by layer, the more imprints into it, the more the treasure and one's own body, usually the number of hands is enough, such as the body to make the arm, the arm to make the fingers, continue to sacrifice the true yuan in vain, there is no need for this.

He stopped, sighed, and sensed the crisis, although there were no obvious signs, but the threat of the heavenly demons was approaching step by step, and the whim of the cave heavenly innocent people was comparable to the Great Prophecy Technique, so, could it be faster?

Zhou Ji was carrying the five-color divine light sickle, and he tapped his palm for a while, and suddenly remembered an old time. When the demon refining sword fell into his hands, he had buried this sword in his spine for many years, and gradually became one with the soul, the sword spirit Jiuli never woke up, and failed to release the demon tower, but he ingested one or two monsters, and he was still in control.

Although he has experience, the five-color divine light sickle is not a demon refining sword after all, it is a divine weapon refined from the bones of the Peacock King, who knows if there is anything unclean left in the bones - he suddenly remembered that when he sacrificed the divine light sickle before, a wisp of killing intent in the mud pill palace in the center of his eyebrows did not rush automatically, and the bones were washed inside and out, helping out, this is a mistake, or a match made in heaven?

Zhou Ji gasped and subconsciously looked up at the sky, could it be that even this was in his calculations? Impossible, it should be a coincidence! But since Wei Qiqi has paved the way for him, he might as well give it a try, maybe there will be unexpected surprises.

As soon as the thought was born, it haunted his heart, uncontrollable, Zhou Ji's eyes were deep like an abyss, and the back of his neck "clicked" softly, like a popping bean, all the way down the spine to Ojiri. He took off his robe, sat naked in the dark, raised his right hand, and gently poked his thumb at the back of his neck, his skin suddenly opened, and the flesh and blood were divided on both sides, revealing a white spine, click, click, the spine was opened, and it did not look like flesh and blood.

Zhou Ji threw the five-color divine light sickle, and the sickle suddenly appeared in the shape of the peacock king's bones, with a pointed beak, a blade, and a spine as a handle, and the five-colored feathers swirled and flew, revealing the breath of death, and threw himself into his spine, and the vertebrae were closed jointly, locking it firmly, and in an instant, the flesh and skin were as good as ever, and there was no difference in the slightest.

He took a deep breath, clenched his steel teeth, his face was hideous, his fat was rolling and trembling, like waves, like ripples, his bones creaked, if he was overwhelmed, this sourness was difficult to describe in words.

If it is an ordinary divine weapon, a hardware thing, it can only be slowly cultivated and tamed, just like the demon refining sword back then, but the fetus of the five-colored divine light sickle is a skeleton, after the killing intent is refined, the fierce aura of the demon is gone, and it is gradually fused with Zhou Ji's flesh and blood, and it is difficult to distinguish from each other. By the time Zhou Ji noticed that something was wrong, it was too late, and he couldn't separate it, and he couldn't pick it out, so he could only accept the reality. Is it a curse, is it a blessing? Even though his heart is like an iron stone, he can't help but feel a little apprehensive at this moment.

Confused, confused, I don't know how long it took, the strange feeling in the bone marrow suddenly disappeared, Zhou Ji got up and moved his legs and feet, and played all the way to the boxing, only to feel energetic, handy, every pore is full of strength.

"I don't know if the five-colored divine light is still there...... the thought in his heart came up, and a divine light brushed up on his back, and it was fleeting, and the "stab" tore apart the vitality scattered by the young tree, broke into the overwhelming unknown chaos, and rolled up a puff of sand of time to collect it back, which startled him a lot.

Like a child playing with a sledgehammer, there is a suspicion of getting out of control, Zhou Ji's muscles on his face beat, and he saw the sand of time scattered and rolling, like water into boiling oil, and the grinding disc was like a majestic vitality. Luring the wolf into the room, nothing more than this, in a hurry, Zhou Ji's back green, yellow, red, black, white five divine lights came out together, just a brush, the sand of time brushed into a ball, the power of time turned into a chaotic turbulence, flying a few breaths, then annihilated without a trace, the next moment, the pure heaven and earth vitality poured into the body, he couldn't help but take a deep breath, the divine light in his eyes flowed, like two bright stars.

Sure enough, the five-colored divine light sickle was integrated into the flesh and blood, and the power of the divine light was doubled, and it was effortless to strip away all the power of time, and seize the pure vitality contained in the sand of time, he vaguely felt that this was just the beginning, and the bigger surprise was still to come.

Was this a coincidence, or was it the man's arrangement? He pondered for a long time and shook his head, no matter what, he was a doppelganger created by that man, and it was a bit unreasonable to beware of calculating his own doppelganger.

Zhou Ji cast his eyes on the darkness a few steps away, he felt that the sand of time was tumbling and surging, the aura of chaos permeated every corner, there was a crisis lurking in the darkness, and there was also an opportunity, he stepped on half a step, the five-colored divine light on his back was vigorous, and the sand of time converged into a trickle, rolled into a ball, and the chaotic turbulence rose into the sky, and the vitality continued to pour into the body, making up the true yuan bit by bit, I don't know how much faster than before.

It was easy to come, and he was no longer careful about the calculations, Zhou Ji urged the Purple Void One Yuan Gong, and repeatedly refined the five-color divine light sickle locked in the spine over and over again, superimposed heavy imprints, and waited until the true yuan was scarce, and then sprinkled the divine light, seizing the heaven and earth vitality from the sand of time, and replenishing his body. So repeatedly, unconsciously, the imprint that entered the five-color divine light sickle had been superimposed to thirty-six, Zhou Ji suddenly felt a tingling pain in his back, something burst out of his body, brushed the ground and spread a pair of wings, colorful, and the glow flowed, reflecting his face flickering brightly and darkly.

He pressed down his surprise and throbbing, flapped his wings carefully, and his body flew into the air, suddenly breaking through the air and suddenly appearing a few feet away.

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