Seeing the old man's sharp gaze, his big hand suddenly pressed his abdomen.

A basketball-like phantus shrank and shrank in its abdomen, and the black, shiny loose crystals the size of a grain of rice disappeared.

The old man with drooping eyelids, his heart drooping, carefully and carefully adjusted the Dao Pan to slowly grind the rice grains, and then tried to fuse these things into the corner of the stable Dao Pan little by little.

He had already done it, and if this thing was really harmful to the Dao Pan, he would give up this small piece.

If you can't integrate smoothly, then you have to unload the nineteenth Ji Da like a wood carving to vent the hatred in your heart.

But the unprocessed thing the size of a grain of rice fused unusually smoothly into a corner of his Daoji, and there was no discomfort at all.

This Coke Bad Shadow Dao Man.

"Hahaha, what has plagued my human race for so many years has been solved so easily. Providence, providence. ”

The rough laughter and the wanton and arrogant wave of his big hand instantly destroyed the formation he had set up just now, and even a table of good dishes was all on Ji Nineteen, who was sitting still.

The crystal clear tables and chairs were also shattered by invisible sound waves.

How can someone Ji not have that hard-won white robe to wrap him, and he is hunting in clothes at this time, as if he is in a huge wind.

"Well, I almost killed the little guy, I'm ashamed, I'm ashamed. ”

Perhaps it was the sound of the hunter's shirt that caught the attention of the Shadow Daoist.

Crazy laughter, the momentum of the dancing came to an abrupt end, and the fairy wind stood to Ji nineteen-five steps away.

And with a wave of his sleeves, a fresh breeze hit, instantly restoring Ji Nineteen's freedom.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Ji Jiu, who had stiff cheeks, couldn't do it if he wanted to pull his muscles and make a friendly smile, but he didn't dare to complain.

In the face of this existence that can be killed with a raise of hand, although it is very resentful, I don't dare to handle it.

He didn't want to die.

Who knows which of these weird-tempered old monsters will be irritated by the wrong tendons.

"Well, boy, you know each other. Let's go back quickly. ”

The old man was not interested in him at all now, so he turned his back on his waist with one hand, turned around and left.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

"It's worthy of being a shadow man!"

Ji someone looked at the empty front and muttered.

"Alas, I finally got through this time without any danger. Scared the old drunkard to death. ”

A hundred feet away, the seemingly empty place, suddenly let out a lament.

Of course, this happened after Ji Nineteen left.

After this incident, Ji Shijiu, who was like a frightened bird, no longer dared to participate in public activities in many cities such as trade fairs.

Fortunately, his savings have also been spent, and he has almost bought all the things he should buy.

All that's left is to polish the body and improve the cultivation.

If he could be safe, he would have liked to have retreated for thousands of years, but God would not grant his wish.

Only a year after the Great War, the expeditionary division of the Marceau came again.

This time, although he was still the backbone of such a transformation realm, he was only hiding in the city protection array and controlling the mobile turret developed by himself to fight the opponent's aircraft.

As for why he didn't go out with other Transformation Realm cultivators to rush and kill, first, there was no need for that, and second, the human race was already at a demographic disadvantage, and the higher-ups did not adopt such tactics.

Nowadays, many cities can use three energies at the same time to fight against the Marceaus, and of course they will fight to the end.

And the cooperation of various forces is becoming more and more tacit.

And after this war, the overall controllable area of the human race has increased by more than half.

It's not that it can't be expanded, it's just that there is no more population to fill it.

Nowadays, many cities are already vigorously encouraging low-level monks to create people in full swing.

This makes Ji Shijiu, who is in an only son and single-parent family, sigh deeply, this ruler is really capable of doing anything.

In the past, the number of cultivators below the Transformation Realm of the Three Holy Cities who had to raise twenty children in their lifetime had already reached Ji Someone, and the rest of the high-level cultivators who were eager for quick success and quick profit had even refreshed his cognition, and there was actually a decree issued by the city, and cultivators below the Transformation Realm had to contribute a hundred children in their lifetime before they could stop.

This is simply treating a low-level monk as a fertility machine.

However, it is understandable to do their best to improve the ethnic group.

This can only be practiced in such a magic world, one is that the life span of the human race is generally longer, and the other is that with the blessing of magic, almost ordinary children will not die young, health can be absolutely guaranteed, and the only thing that can be controlled is the quality of the spiritual root.

And with the existence of Ji Nineteen, an alien species, today's spiritual root is no longer the standard for judging the quality of cultivation.

I have already entered the Datong society, and everyone can practice.

I don't know the customs inherited by those low-level monks from there, but gradually some people fabricated clay figurines similar to Ji Nineteen to start worshipping, of course, those with low status and could only practice the simplest exercises.

Soon after, Ji sensed that there was always such a force in heaven and earth that wanted to get close to him.

But there was also an aura of disgust with him from time to time, which made him very uncomfortable.

He was already distraught because he didn't have enough time, and he couldn't enter a state of selfless practice.

Only when communicating with the pair of black and white Pisces can the disturbed emotions gradually subside.

Unable to find the reason, he could only adjust the timing and focus on this.

There were also R&D tasks from time to time.

It's strange to say, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to absorb the spiritual energy or black energy in the space, he won't attract that emotion.

The cultivation of spirit stones, black crystals, and crystal sand that are derived from solid states is not included in this list.

It's a pity that he doesn't have many spirit stones and black crystals in his hands, and he can't absorb too much crystal sand into his body to break the balance.

Even after discussing it with those close to you, it was fruitless.

The reason is that they don't have this knowledge at all, and even the well-informed Shang Keqin couple can't figure out what trouble Ji Nineteen is in trouble with.

It really bothered him for a while.

In the end, I had to turn to a few people from the Seven Absolute Masters.

But these people are also confused.

Even the four saints who were monitoring him anytime and anywhere were unknown.

"What's the trouble with this little guy, why is he getting impetuous?"

"Hmph, I don't think it's impetuous, it's that there is something wrong with his mood. ”

"Maybe it's because the cultivation has improved too quickly, and the state of mind hasn't kept up. ”

"Possibly. But it's also possible that the three origins are out of balance in his body, making him unable to control his mind?"

"Hey, I can't tell. ”

"Hmph, I think it's this thief who is jealous of his ability. Didn't you notice that there was always such an inexplicable energy fluctuating in the city, especially the area where the Three Immortals were at its best. ”

"Sure enough, it's just where this inexplicable energy comes from?"

"Let's investigate thoroughly. Hopefully, it's still too late. ”