A hundred miles away from Sword Casting City, there were barren mountains, overgrown trees, and monsters and beasts were rampant.

A barren mountain, the fog on which is misty, and every time a mortal goes up the mountain to cut wood, he will get lost.

But turning around, Zuihou found that he had returned to his original place. Coming and going, hundreds of mortals under this mountain worship this mountain as a holy mountain, and worship this mountain from afar every month.

In the mountains, in a barren cave opened by an ancient sword, Ji Fei sat cross-legged.

The black aura on his face was faintly shrouded, and compared to the past, this faint black aura was far lighter!

"This black aura is extremely cold, like a yin and evil qi...... Ji Fei studied for several days, and he couldn't understand the cold qi that suddenly appeared in his body, "Could it be that I am the body of the ten yin?"

He frowned, "A few months ago, under the crisis of life and death, I entered that strange state, and this black cold qi appeared. And that weird state...... Liliang is really strong!"

At that time, Ji Fei only had a trace of clarity, but he could still feel the powerful energy in that situation, and under that energy, he felt that as long as he wanted, he could destroy the sect and slaughter the city.

Ji Fei showed a puzzled look on his face, he stretched out his hand and touched the center of his eyebrows, "The most obvious thing about the violent state that day is the wooden talisman that appeared at the center of the eyebrows. This is unprecedented......"

All this, Ji Fei naturally understood, was all the credit of the Heavenly Divine Tree.

The wooden talisman at the center of the eyebrows, which resembles a sacred tree, says it all.

Ji Fei thought for a moment, his consciousness swept away, the expression on his face changed suddenly, and after taking a deep breath, he took a closer look again.

After counting his breaths, Ji Fei tapped his fingertips, and a drop of blood slowly oozed out of his fingertips.

After staring at it for a while, Ji Fei's face changed again, and the pupils in his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

This blood, bright red with a hint of black!

Normal people's blood is blood red, but Ji Fei's blood is dark red right now.

And Ji Fei's previous blood was also blood red, but he was pointed at the center of his eyebrows by the Golden Killing Spear before, and the few drops of blood oozing out were as black as ink!

He could not forget it.

"Could it be because of the Ten Yin Body?"

Ji Fei hesitated, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

After the First World War, he himself became a mystery......

Spring goes to autumn, and half a year flies in a flash.

From beginning to end, Ji Fei sat cross-legged and did not move in the slightest.

In the past six months, in addition to meditating on the matter of ink and blood, he has also been vomiting and recuperating from his injuries.

After making a big fuss about the Sword Sect, although with the help of the Heavenly Divine Wood, the injury recovered quickly, but even so, Ji Fei had to take care of himself after hiding alone.

On this day, Ji Fei touched his eyebrows and said distressedly: "It still doesn't work... It seems that that kind of state can be met but not sought, and the wooden talisman at the center of the eyebrows has never appeared. ”

In the past six months, Ji Fei has been constantly urging the anti-heavenly divine wood in the dantian, hoping to condense the wooden talisman at the center of his eyebrows again, so as to enter that strange state.

However, it never worked out......

"Against the Heavenly Divine Tree, it's far beyond my control at the moment......" Ji Fei looked at his arm, which was as smooth as jade, and there was not a single ink-like mark at all, let alone the mysterious branch of the Divine Tree.

Suddenly, Ji Fei let out a wry smile, this feeling is like the groom entering the cave room but finding that he doesn't know how to do Zhou Gong's gift at all, and he has a treasure on his body, but he can't use it.

Against the idea of the Heavenly Divine Wood, he will not fight again......

After a few breaths, Ji Fei was silent for a moment, patted the storage bag, and several magic weapons flew out of it.

As soon as these magic weapons appeared, there was an inexplicable connection between them, and there was a burst of excitement in the void.

Ji Fei's expression moved, "Sure enough!"

In the void, there were three magic weapons floating in the void, namely gold bricks and eighteen grains of gold sand, as well as the phalanges that had just been obtained.

There was a kind of resonance between these three magic weapons, and they buzzed and vibrate.

"Previously, in Sword Casting City, when Zhuo Buquan sacrificed this phalange, there was some abnormality in the storage bag, but today I see that it is indeed the case. ”

"It's just that how can there be a connection between these three magic weapons?"

Ji Fei looked at the phalanges, and the fingers were a little empty, and the phalanges flew into his hands.

This phalanx bone was still covered with Zhuo Buquan's flesh, Ji Fei frowned, and a flame suddenly appeared on his hand, and Zhuo Buquan's bones turned into ashes. All that was left in the void was a ghostly bone that shimmered with an eerie white glow.

"There was no resonance between the gold bricks and the eighteen grains of gold sand, but as soon as the phalanx appeared, the two resonated.

This phalanx is not simple......"

Ji Fei's thoughts came and went, but it was difficult to figure out the connection between the three, and suddenly he suddenly moved, and said, "Could it be that this phalanx bone was the owner of these two magic weapons before his death?"

Quite possibly...

He looked happy, since this is the case, there is such a strong finger bone, then, there must be more bones!

If they could come together, their power would be unimaginable.

You must know that to be able to have such a strong finger bone, this person must have been invincible and strong in his lifetime.

A phalanx is so powerful, let alone himself.

Ji Fei's expression moved, it seemed that he needed to find a way to gather some bones.

Playing with the phalanges in his hand, Ji Fei suddenly spewed out several mouthfuls of spiritual light, enveloping it in it.

This phalange, Ji Fei naturally wants to sacrifice him well!

With such a finger bone, even a master of the Jindan period can point to death with one finger.

Half a month later, Ji Fei's expression moved, and he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and the index finger of his right hand was filled with a white mang, and that phalanx bone had been fused into his body.

Ji Fei's consciousness moved, but he saw that the light of his right hand flashed, and a phalange appeared in his right hand, "Yes, the speed of the sacrifice is far beyond my imagination. ”

This treasure was originally refined by Zhuo Buquan, but Zhuo Buquan was just a cultivation in the Bigu period, so it was much easier for Ji Fei to refine this treasure.

He slapped the storage bag, holding the gold bricks and eighteen grains of gold sand in his hands.

"Huh?" Ji Fei's face was overjoyed, "Today, I use this gold brick and eighteen grains of gold sand, but I have a different feeling!"

Even though Ji Fei had sacrificed gold bricks and eighteen grains of gold sand, this treasure was originally snatched from Liu Tianba, so it was difficult to feel like his own body.

But today, as he refined this finger bone, the original slightly sluggish feeling was swept away.

Ji Fei held the gold brick in his hand, casually moved forward, and suddenly the gold brick roared out.

A dark hole the size of a brick appeared in the cave where Ji Fei was.

"I'm afraid this power is hundreds of times stronger than it was at the beginning!"

Ji Fei was overjoyed, he never thought that this finger bone of sacrifice would have such power.

His expression moved, "If this logic is followed, if my previous guess is correct, the person who lived on this phalanx must have been a great power! And the two magic weapons of gold bricks and eighteen grains of gold sand have not exerted their full power at all!"

"In this way, it seems that only by gathering all the bones together can I be able to unleash the full power of the gold bricks and the eighteen grains of gold sand. ”

The gold bricks and eighteen grains of gold sand were originally the magic weapons of the person before the finger bones were alive, and as the bones accumulated, the power of these two magic weapons could be fully exerted.

Ji Fei was happy in his heart, and he secretly made up his mind to find these bones.

"Now only the Sword Sect's Duty Elder Zhuo Buquan has clues in this regard, and it seems that I have to go to the Sword Sect to meet this elder in person. A strange smile appeared on Ji Fei's face.

Na Zhuo Buquan was plucked out of a finger by him, and he doesn't know how his life is now.

Ji Fei smiled slightly, took out several magic weapons from the storage bag, and began to practice.

This magic weapon is a wood carved puppet, a four-wilderness talisman, and a meridian tripod.

Year after year, year after year, year after year.

The days of cultivation have passed in a flash, and time is not so important here.

A year has passed in a flash.

Sword Casting City, yesterday and today, today and present, time passes, and it does not become the bright moon tower of the past.

He was still a handsome and unseemly plain-clothed man, his slender fingers were on the guqin, and he said indifferently to the shadow beside him: "That person, don't you have the slightest news?"

The shadow nodded and said slowly, "No ......"

The sound of the piano froze, and there was a trace of silence in the man's eyes.

Then he didn't say a word, and gently stroked the piano again.

"It's been a year and a half...... Doesn't the method of agitation work, so provoke him, would rather be a turtle with a shrunken head than come out?"

A year ago, he posted a heroic post, inviting young heroes from all over the world to gather in Sword Casting City, the purpose of which was to compete for the ownership of the first generation of young people in the Cangming Sea.

The sword pointed at Ji Fei, but he didn't show up for more than a year.

"Is he scared?" the man's face showed a look of disappointment, and then his eyes lit up, "No, he must not have received the message here!"

When the piano sounded, its voice was like a grievance, like a cry, like a complaint, and the mourning turned for a long time.