In the evening, a mist rose in the sea around the island of Bliss, and a huge fireball was about to sink to the bottom of the sea, reflecting the sea fog like a fairy light, a scene of the world of Xianfu.

Ji Seventeen walked between the mountains and fields, and the blood-red robe that had been changed to a plain floor-length robe had been replaced by a plain floor-length robe at this time.

A peach blossom hairpin on the bun is inserted upright, and the handsome face is like a spring flower, with a smile and a smile, like a fairy. Ji Seventeen is never handsome, what he has is beauty.

Handsomeness and beauty are two different concepts.

It is rare to see a man like Ji Seventeen who is so delicate and alternative to the extreme, although Ye Linfeng is also very delicate, but he has a resolute masculinity in his bones, he is not a perfectionist like Ji Seventeen, Ji Seventeen even pursues perfection to the point of perversion.

Even though it is evening, the wildflowers in the mountains are still blooming, and these wildflowers seem to be nourished by the aura, and they do not wither day and night.

Ji Seventeen was walking slowly at this time, just like a walk, looking relaxed.

Walking in the mountains and fields, flowers blooming everywhere, Ji Seventeen leaned over and picked a wild chrysanthemum, put it between his nose and sniffed it.

Then he walked to the other side and picked a few unknown small wildflowers, not at all like the students who came to take the exam, very relaxed.

Ji Seventeen walked in the wilderness, and his steps seemed to be messy, but in fact, they were messy and regular.

It seems random, but in fact it is intentional, but it is not deliberate, and every qiē seems so comfortable.

Ji Seventeen walked forward, his body swayed, and he was about to float up, not the wind blowing, but the "scattering" that Ji Seventeen practiced. "San" is a long-lost secret art of spiritual practice that requires the practitioner to have nothing outside of his body and serve the heavens wholeheartedly.

The body is like the willow leaf, and the faith is like the rock.

When performing this technique, you need to have no distractions and avoid the dust of the world, and only in this way can you perform it more perfectly.

Ji Seventeen was enjoying the beautiful scenery in the mountains and wilderness, as if he was about to revel and forget the troubles of the world.

A wisp of mountain breeze blows, and the wild flowers that bloom all over the mountains are fragrant, caressing Ji Seventeen's nostrils, Ji Seventeen is dressed in a long shirt, holding the flowers, gently smelling the fragrance of flowers, as if wandering in a fairyland on earth.

Against the backdrop of a lingering and hazy sunset, Ji Seventeen's handsome face looked red, not like a man, but like a woman.

He was brewing, brewing the secret technique of "dispersion".

This secret technique can only be used by cultivators above the peak realm of the iQue realm, including the peak realm of the iQue Peak, and this technique requires a lot of mental power.

At present, it is not known that Ji XVII's cultivation realm is here, but it must be above the peak realm of the iQue.

Ji Seventeen wanted to break through himself, so he used "San", in fact, it was easy for him to pass through the enchantment, but he always wanted to try the secret technique of "San".

It is said that there are very few people who can practice this secret art, and there are great restrictions on one's own mind and talent. He said it was brewing, but in fact he had already activated it, and he had already started it from the moment he picked the first wildflower.

In the evening, the intoxicating scenery of the mountains and wilderness made Ji XVII completely relaxed, and Ji XVII's body swept away with the mountain wind, like a paper man.

It seemed that he was completely unconscious, and let the mountain wind blow away, and after a while, he floated to the barrier at the foot of the Nameless Peak.

Ji Seventeen flew like a piece of paper in the mountain wind, and passed through the enchantment leisurely, simply and directly.

The Evil Beast did not appear, and the barrier was useless.

Ji Seventeen simply and directly passed through it.

The Han of the enchantment relies on spiritual power.

Spiritual power is something akin to consciousness, which generally resides in non-living matter.

In the enchantment, Han Zhu relied on the spiritual power to sense the consciousness of the other party, and a person like Ji Seventeen, who dedicated his consciousness to the heavens, naturally could not make Han Qi sense.

Ji Seventeen floated through the enchantment, but did not stop, and continued to drift towards the Nameless Peak, while the aunt was still evolving, it seemed that this enchantment was not very easy. At this time, the steps taken by the aunt are not the same as before, and the previous steps are very casual, as casual as usually planting and plowing the fields.

At this time, her steps seemed a little bulky, and the aunt was tired and sweaty, and her face became more and more pale, obviously due to too much mental loss.

She nibbled on the green onion she was holding in her hand and ate a few cloves of garlic, and her face became much more energetic again. She stepped forward, holding garlic and green onions behind her in both hands, step by step, and with each step, the mountain seemed to shrink suddenly.

He stepped on it and crossed the foot of the mountain.

The enchantment has passed, and the aunt immediately stopped, that is, in a moment's effort, the enchantment was crossed, disrupting the rules of the enchantment.

The aunt stopped to rest, chewed a few mouthfuls of fiery red peppers, and looked much better. Ji Seventeen was already approaching the mountainside, and the Taoist and the Heavenly Demon Girl from the Taixuan Palace were in front of him, Ji Seventeen gently crossed the two of them, his face expressionless, as if he had lost consciousness.

When the Taoist of Taixuan Palace saw Ji Seventeen swinging away like a paper man, he knew that this was a long-lost secret technique, and he couldn't help but feel a few words of appreciation.

Then the praise turned into killing intent, and the Daoist of Taixuan Palace wanted to kill Ji Qiqi when his mental power was too depleted, and then compete for a better place.

The Taoist of Taixuan Palace shot directly, and the means were ruthless, and a Dao sword quietly stabbed Ji Seventeen's throat. Ji Seventeen flew in the air, like shredded pieces of paper, and like dead leaves blown up by the wind, flying up and down.

When the flying sword of the Taoist of Taixuan Palace was about to swallow Ji Seventeen, Ji Seventeen swung over at will with the mountain wind, chic and free, avoiding a stab from the Taoist.

The Daoist of Taixuan Palace did not let go of the slightest opportunity to kill Ji Seventeen, and the Dao sword flew fiercely in mid-air, and the sword qi was staggered.

The Taoist of Taixuan Palace stood on a soft branch, and the Dao robe printed with the gossip yin and yang fish on his body was stirred up by the fierce Taixuan Yin Yang sword qi, and trembled slightly.

Ji XVII realized that if he forcibly used the scatter again, then his mental power would be consumed very quickly, and if he didn't stop, his mental power would definitely be exhausted.

Therefore, he decided to let go of his previous calm heart, and a killing intent gradually thickened, and his eyes became fierce.

"Look for death. Ji Qiqi said, his eyes were full of murderous aura, he floated down from the air, and a plain robe danced in the wind.

"Taixuan Palace Wanmu came to give you a death. The Taoist of Taixuan Palace raised his eyebrows and said in a cold voice.

"Hey, it's not small, do you know your mother's name?" Ji Seventeen took a good sip, and mocked the other party before the battle, as if he was very happy in his heart.

"You scold me, you dare to scold my mother?" The Taoist of Taixuan Palace was obviously enraged, and his killing intent became a little stronger.

"Dare to talk back to your mother, see if your mother doesn't teach you. Ji XVII continued to ridicule and sarcasm, enjoying himself.

"Don't talk nonsense, let's do it quickly. This Taixuan Palace Taoist priest named Wan Mu had calmed down and shouted at Ji Seventeen.

Ji Qiqi thought in his heart: You are a Taoist who is not easy to deal with, you have a strong murderous aura on your body, and it seems that you have obtained a lot of Taixuan's true inheritance.

He thinks that this Taoist's cultivation is in the realm of immortals.

Wanmu's Taixuan Yin and Yang Sword jumped up, the sword body trembled slightly, and suddenly turned into a thousand handles.

Thousands of flying swords stabbed towards Ji Seventeen like rain, and the thousand flying swords evolved into a Taiji Yin and Yang diagram.

The two yin and yang fish transformed by the flying sword were constantly swimming, swapping each other's positions. Thousands of swords formed a sword array, a Taiji Yin and Yang sword array, a thousand swords trapped Ji Seventeen inside, and the thousand swords kept spinning, and the murderous aura became more and more intense.

Wan Mu saw that Ji Seventeen was trapped in the sword array and couldn't escape, not only was he not proud, but his vigilance became a little heavier, he wanted to get rid of Ji Seventeen as soon as possible, Hongyao, Meng Weisheng, the Heavenly Demon Clan Girl and the Barbarian Boy had already taken the opportunity to leave first, so don't waste any more time.

According to the cultivation and ability red medicine, they naturally can't compare to Wan Mu, so Ji Seventeen has become his biggest opponent, he wants to kill Ji Seventeen, and he has made this decision from the moment he saw Ji Seventeen floating past him.

The sword qi of the thousand swords was about to devour Ji Seventeen, Ji Seventeen's plain robe had been slashed by the sword qi a few times, and his hair was a little messy, but the peach blossom hairpin on the bun was still upright.

Before, Ji Seventeen used the secret technique of scattering, which lost a lot of mental power.

The sword light of the Tai Chi Yin Yang Sword Array flickered, and the sword qi was a little more dignified than before.

Suddenly, the peach blossom hairpin on Ji Seventeen's bun was cut in half by Wan Mu's sword qi, and even the hair on the bun was shaved off.

Ji Seventeen had never been injured by anyone in his previous opponents, including the bald old man and Yu Guanzhu, who were both masters of the peak realm of the iQue. This time, Ji Qiqi obviously met a master of the same realm, and he suffered a huge loss due to the loss of too much mental power.

At this time, Ji Seventeen saw that his peach blossom hairpin was broken into two, and his murderous aura rose sharply.

He pursues perfection, so he will never tolerate his favorite peach blossom hairpin being cut off with a sword. Because he can't tolerate it, he wants to kill.

Because he wants to kill people, he is bound to make Wanmu either dead or disabled.

Ji XVII took out the peach wood comb from his arms, the peach wood comb that combed his hair all day, that is, the comb that could be used as a sword.

He took out the comb and slid it lightly against Wan Mu's Tai Chi Yin and Yang Sword Formation, like he usually combed his hair, looking casual and natural.

The sword qi gently floated towards the sword array, and the sword qi was as soft as hair, and fell on the sword of the sword array, as sharp as iron wire.

Ji Seventeen's sword qi pierced the Taiji Yin and Yang Sword Array little by little, Ji Seventeen held on to the wooden comb, gently flicking, as if stroking the qin, as if stirring the water waves.

The movements are graceful and moving, like a beautiful woman, beautiful to the extreme, so beautiful that it is suffocating.

Wan Mu didn't care if Ji Seventeen was beautiful or not, he only cared if he died or died by himself. Wan Mu inhaled three breaths, exhaled six breaths, breathed for a while, and the mental power in the sea of consciousness was still sufficient, but he kept urging the Tai Chi Yin and Yang Sword Array to consume a lot of body.

And Ji Seventeen's sword qi was still stabbing the sword formation, and his movements had not changed much, but the frequency was much faster, faster and faster, so fast that his body and the comb were drawn in an arc, like silk pulling.

The Taiji Yin Yang Sword Formation was about to be unable to support it, Ji Seventeen's sword qi was as thin as a hair, and he kept poking around on the sword array, and at this time there were already a lot of small openings in the sword array.

Just when Ji Seventeen thought that Wan Mu was going to fight him to the end, he saw Wan Mu holding his breath concentratingly, and suddenly his fingers were folded, his inhalation was six, and his exhalation was three, and a large part of his mental power was poured on the sword array, and his robe floated, and he disappeared in an instant.

The mountain wind is still blowing, the leaves of the dense forest in the mountains are rattling, this exam has entered the white heat, Ye Linfeng, even if he climbs like a king, he should be almost at the foot of the Nameless Peak.

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