Inside the five-headed giant python statue, there is obviously a powerful prohibition hidden. If you don't solve this problem, it's all empty talk.

"Go!"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Ji immediately poked out his divine sense and rushed into the snake's mouth again.

"This is, this is it!" In just a few blinks of an eye, Zhang Ji's eyes lit up.

It turned out that the hidden prohibition was hidden directly below the two drops of thousand-year-old spirit milk, but the surface was covered with a layer of hidden prohibition.

"The intensity is quite large, but the content is a little more, which is a bit troublesome to solve. ”

While controlling his divine sense to penetrate into it, Zhang Ji muttered to himself.

The power of this prohibition is obviously not strong, that is, the internal curves and curves are very complicated, and it is really troublesome to crack. But no matter how troublesome it is, it has to be on it! Who is willing to give up in front of the thousand-year-old spiritual milk?

As his divine sense figured out the flaws little by little, Zhang Ji's aura also probed in. Little by little, the joints of the prohibition were broken, and the prohibition gradually began to weaken.

When the time was finally about to come, Zhang Ji settled down and spit out the word 'break' in his mouth.

"Boom!"

With Zhang Ji's order, the spiritual energy in his body was like a flood bursting the embankment, and it frantically poured into the forbidden small, dry river. Its power is very amazing, and it destroys the forbidden joints.

Immediately, a slight muffled sound was heard, and the ban was finally completely broken.

"That's it!"

Zhang Ji muttered excitedly, and then controlled the spiritual energy and went straight to the thousand-year-old spiritual milk, and the spiritual energy turned into a palm, and the thousand-year-old spiritual milk was taken in one fell swoop. This time it was naturally extremely smooth, and there was no other inexplicable force to stop it.

"It's really a thousand-year-old spiritual milk, I can't imagine that I can find this kind of treasure. After taking out the thousand-year-old spirit milk, Zhang Ji probed its authenticity, and then said to himself excitedly.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Ji immediately took out a container and carefully packed the thousand-year-old spirit milk into it.

After doing this, Zhang Ji cast his fiery gaze on several other statues: "Look for it again, there should be more than that." ”

There are seven statues in the hall, and of course Zhang Ji doesn't think that there is a treasure in only one statue.

Just rested for a while, Zhang Ji continued to work again. After about half a day, Zhang Ji stopped satisfied. As he had guessed, the other statues contained thousand-year-old spiritual milk. There are four or five drops for the most, and one drop for the least.

In the end, Zhang Ji had harvested eleven drops of thousand-year-old spirit milk.

This is a very scary number, the thousand-year-old spirit milk is a good treasure with real value! Rao is Zhang Ji's heart is like this, and he is really excited and excited for a long time.

After barely suppressing the excitement, Zhang Jicai said to himself again: "After I go out, get a few dilutions first, and the concentration of five percent is completely enough for me." ”

The thousand-year-old spirit milk is a recovery treasure for the clutch true venerable, and it is naturally impossible for Zhang Ji to use it the same now. If you swallow a drop of thousand-year-old spirit milk directly, it will most likely be the result of an explosion in the end. Therefore, Zhang Ji must first dilute the thousand-year-old spirit milk before he can use it normally.

Generally speaking, a dilution of five thousandths of a thousand-year-old spiritual milk can restore half of the spiritual energy of a real person in the early stage of Jindan. However, because Zhang Ji's situation is somewhat special, the spiritual energy capacity in his body is a hundred times that of a monk of the same level, so naturally it cannot be measured by ordinary circumstances.

But even so, five percent of the spiritual milk dilution is completely enough to be used by Zhang Ji.

After thinking about it in his heart, Zhang Ji sat down directly and cultivated. It is only a few days before the Evil King Hall closes, so you just need to wait quietly.

Two days later, at a certain edge of the inner sea, a lot of white light suddenly shone out within a radius of five hundred miles. A series of astonishing figures slowly appeared in the white light, which looked extremely magical and shocking.

At this moment, it was the closing period of the Evil King Palace, and all the living monks in it were teleported out.

As for the majestic and glorious palace in the sky, it suddenly turned into a rainbow light and fled to the depths of the vast and endless Nine Heavens.

And among the many figures who walked out of the white light, there was a handsome man with black hair and a robe with shoulder-length black hair. As soon as this person appeared on the surface of the sea, he looked at the surrounding sea area very vigilantly.

When he saw a rickety figure not far away, the man's expression changed suddenly: "Yuanying is strong?"

This shoulder-length man with black hair is Zhang Ji.

"Oh?" Zhang Ji's voice had just fallen, and an old voice of surprise sounded on the sea.

I saw that the figure not far away flickered a few times, and it actually appeared in front of Zhang Ji. The figure and face were very ordinary, and there was nothing outstanding about the whole person. But Zhang Ji didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and respectfully saluted him: "I've seen my predecessors!"

With Zhang Ji's eyesight, of course, it was impossible to misidentify the Yuan Infant Monk.

Looking at the junior in front of him, who was neither humble nor arrogant, Zhu Tianming's eyes flashed with a thick color. He didn't show the aura of cultivation, how did a junior in the early stage of a real person see through it?

Zhu Tianming didn't speak, and Zhang Ji naturally waited quietly. The two remained silent, neither of them speaking first. Naturally, both of them were calm, but they didn't seem upset and irritable.

After a long while, Zhu Tiancheng flew away lightly.

Except for Zhang Ji's previous respect, neither of them had said a word. But of course Zhang Ji didn't care about this, but silently took out a red book. On the cover of the book, there are four gray ancient characters written on Douda's 'Blood Sea Scriptures', which are exactly what the Red Soul Ancestor entrusted when he sat down.

"Hey!" looked at the exercises and sighed, Zhang Ji's tone was a little complicated: "Is this kind of life-reducing exercise that hurts the heavens and harms reason something for people to practice?"

This so-called "Blood Sea Sutra" is completely a self-harming method of reducing life. Zhang Ji just watched a little, and he couldn't stand it. The reason why the Red Soul Ancestor died so early was due to at least nine layers of martial arts.

What kind of blood is that, if you really want to cultivate this technique, you will definitely be the second Red Soul Ancestor who has not lived long.

"Hey!" couldn't help but sigh, Zhang Ji always felt a little bad in his heart.

"Forget it, don't care, let's go to Red Soul Island first. ”

Shaking his head vigorously, Zhang Ji took out a lot of charts. It took a long time to determine the location, and Zhang Ji turned into a ray of light and fled into the distance. Red Soul Island is located in a remote sea area, and it is a good place to cross the catastrophe.

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