The old man's originally cloudy gaze became bright in an instant, as bright as a star, and he grabbed the holy medicine hard, and countless mana surging around him seemed to be refining something.

It's over, it's really over!

The king of soldiers and the others are already desperate, the strength of the old man is unfathomable, it is like an abyss and an unfathomable sea, to be able to guard the temple here, this kind of existence is at least the peak of the ancestors, and even the sub-saint is not surprising, such a terrifying figure is really no one can suppress it under the single-mindedness of snatching.

Moreover, even if he does this, the Guardian forces may not do anything to him, because this is a sub-saint, and it is useless for them to be tainted with the rules of the Holy Word, unless they are subdued by a stronger force, otherwise there is nothing they can do, because they are no longer human.

Of course, if it is said that the guardian forces cannot take down a sub-saint and kill them, it is unbelievable, how deep the guardian power is, let alone a sub-saint, even a saint may not be able to fight.

But the point is, will they do this for Ji Changkong?

The answer is no, if Ji Changkong dies here, I am afraid that not only will they not say anything, but they will be extremely excited!

Rumble!

An unimaginably vast aura rose into the sky, terrifying pressure descended, and the originally decaying and old man showed incredible strength.

The holy medicine in his hand was melting rapidly, almost in an instant of ten thousandths, it melted into a ball of crystal liquid, about nine drops of ba, crystal clear, each drop was the size of a little finger, and no breath was revealed, but for some reason, everyone would be immersed in it as long as they took a look.

"Stinky boy, your courage is not small, if it weren't for the sake of those old guys, the old man wouldn't have bothered to care about you," the old man muttered, and the nine drops of crystal liquid in his hand merged into Ji Changkong's body.

The next moment, the flesh and blood were revived, the severed limbs were reborn, and Ji Changkong, who was not in human form, recovered at an unbelievable speed, and almost in the time of three or five breaths, a mess of flesh turned into Ji Changkong again, but the naked appearance was quite ugly.

The king of soldiers turned his head, as if he hadn't seen this scene, while King Li and the others were laughing strangely, and they didn't know what they were happy about, and they looked at the jokes.

casually took out a piece of clothing and put it on, and after a while, a complete Ji Changkong reappeared in front of everyone.

"Hey, you kid is really bold enough, you dare to do this kind of thing, girl, you don't know, I saw you just now with a pile of rotten meat, it's really a wolf," the scholar laughed unscrupulously.

"Get out of here," Ji Changkong walked away at the moment of life and death, and scolded angrily after listening to his words.

"Hey, brother, you're in good shape, our soldier kings are all shy," the killing king on the other side laughed, and looked him up and down with a rather joking look.

"Well, it's not ......"

Burst!

Ji Changkong just wanted to say something, but he reappeared, and a hole suddenly opened on his chest, which was already intact, and a wisp of blood shot out.

What's going on, the faces of the King of Soldiers and the others changed greatly, just now they saw that the power of the holy medicine had completely cured Ji Changkong, but they didn't expect that there would be another change now, could it be that his injuries had reached this level, and even the holy medicine could not be treated, how could this be possible?

"It's okay," Ji Changkong smiled bitterly, and a strong life force surged over, and the wound healed again in the blink of an eye.

It's just that this wound has just healed, and four or five more wounds suddenly burst open, and blood is flowing everywhere.

"What the hell is going on, could it be that the body has suffered some irreversible damage," at this moment, the expressions of the Great Sun King and the others were solemn, if this is the case, it is not a simple question.

"Don't worry, it's just that there are more things in the body, and they will be naughty from time to time, and it will be good to get used to it after a while," Ji Changkong said with a wry smile.

Something more? King Li was a little ignorant.

"Sand, stones!"

However, the king of soldiers reacted instantly and screamed.

That's right, at the same time, the Great Sun King and the others also reacted at the same time, but soon they stared at Ji Changkong with a look of envy, jealousy and hatred, and they almost didn't say it directly, you kid is out of shit luck.

"Grass, I knew that Uncle Ben would also roll around, why didn't I think of such a method?" the scholar envied.

"Okay, you can try it next time you turn it on," Ji Changkong smiled bitterly when he heard this, but a few blood swords burst out from his slack body, which was really miserable, but the injury that was enough to make ordinary people scream was exchanged for a chuckle that he didn't care about.

"Fuck off, don't even think about it," the scholar shuddered wickedly.

Ji Changkong was noncommittal about his pretentiousness, but he believed that if there was such an opportunity, the scholar would definitely do it without hesitation.

That's right, the reason why Ji Changkong's body is constantly injured is because of the sand and stones that were stained from the temple, which were all transformed by Dao patterns and adhered to the physical body, even the holy medicine could not expel it, and finally merged with the physical body, but unfortunately, his physical body was too weak and his cultivation was not strong enough, so he would be shattered by the outbreak of the brand from time to time.

"Thank you seniors," after getting these guys, Ji Changkong had time to bow deeply to the old man.

His attitude was very respectful, and his voice was full of respect, and people who didn't know might just think that Ji Changkong was because the old man helped him.

But he and the old man knew that the holy medicine just now was refined into the essence by the old man, so that Ji Changkong could withstand the huge medicinal power, and integrate part of the medicinal power into the surrounding hundred remains, which was indeed a great grace, but this was definitely not worthy of such a strong man with monstrous luck as Ji Changkong so solemn.

What he was really thankful for was the bowl of muddy wine, and if it weren't for that bowl of muddy drink, he would probably only get a leaf or something.

"No need to do this, it's your boy's luck," the old man waved his hand and shook his head indifferently, turning around and returning to the eaves to continue sleeping.

In the distance, seventeen strong men stared at him deadly, just like looking at some alien, that kind of horror and unbelievable and hidden good resentment and killing intent can be hidden from others, how can it be hidden from Ji Changkong, the holy medicine is not just a simple effect on treating injuries.

Not to mention anything else, let's just say that he has a lifespan of nearly three thousand years at this time, and his cultivation has skyrocketed to the Seven Heavens of Chaoyuan, and his divine sense is almost at the peak of the giant, and he is only one step away from entering the realm of heaven and man.

This kind of variety is a benefit, a holy medicine, a treasure that can prolong the life of the saint, is still too precious to him.

In fact, he only consumed one-eighteenth of the nine drops of crystal elixir, and the remaining eight and a half drops were hidden by the old man's great magical powers, and he would only use them when needed, but even so, his vast life qi was as dazzling as a meteor in the dark.

The power of the soul skyrocketed, the cultivation skyrocketed, and the instinctive intuition power also skyrocketed, although those people were very secretive, how could they stop him?

"What, you want to kill me, or are you disappointed to see me alive?" Ji Changkong glanced at the dozen or so people and said lightly.

The voice was very flat, the wind was light, and there was no killing intent and hostility hidden in it, but the moment they heard Ji Changkong's words, the seventeen people still involuntarily burst out with a vast aura, but it quickly re-converged, but with such an obvious action, who wouldn't see it?

As long as the people who are hostile to him have the ability, Ji Changkong will never be stingy with his attacks, whether it is verbal or physical, although these people have never really done it, but the cynicism along the way and the killing intent hidden in his heart made him feel deeply hostile.

It seemed that he heard something between the lines of Ji Changkong's words, and the king of soldiers and the others also looked at those people with unkind faces.

The terrifying aura erupted like an abyss and a sea, it was simply earth-shattering, the qi and blood mana was shocking, terrifying, especially the vast will, it was simply incredible, it seemed to be about to press the earth in all directions, and under this storm, they felt like a small sapling in a storm, crumbling.

It was only at this time that these people discovered that the gap between them and everyone was not their mana cultivation, but their artistic conception or unique general trend.

Any living being, even non-living beings, has potential, mountains have mountain potential, water has water potential, people have potential, the so-called dog fights human potential, etc.

When the cultivation is very weak, maybe this potential can only be borrowed, but after being strong, this potential will evolve into a unique pressure, and the characters who are in the big trend can make the weak cultivator's soul fly away at a glance, which is a kind of general trend, oppressing the soul and directly destroying the soul.

Perhaps, these people are not weak in combat power under the cultivation of the guardian forces, and their cultivation of mana, qi and blood can be regarded as peerless geniuses, but unfortunately, because they lack their own will, they can't cultivate their own general momentum.

How can a person who is a promise, a lackey, have majesty, how can he have a general trend, even if he has, I am afraid it can only be a dog fighting people.

These people didn't realize this before, but now, after sensing the aura on the Bing Wang and the others, they realized that although the cultivation was almost the same, the three of them were not opponents, and almost in the blink of an eye, a group of people were completely suppressed.

Hum!

In the end, those people snorted coldly and didn't dare to make a move, but they didn't want to show weakness and just stuck here.

"Okay, okay, now that it's over, let's go," at the critical moment, fortunately the extremely leading guy cleared the siege.

Then let's go, Ji Changkong said lightly, he didn't care about what happened just now, but in his heart he was lamenting for these seventeen powerhouses who should have been genius cultivators of the human race.

Their lives are ruined, they have learned how to practice, but they have not learned how to think, they have learned to kill but they have not learned the general trend, they have learned to communicate but they don't know what it means to move forward bravely, such a person you expect him to be able to go straight to the top of the clouds, and a person without thoughts, no matter how talented he is, can only end up in obscurity.

When I went back all the way, everyone was a lot more casual, at least I was in the mood to look around, although the things I could see were limited, but it also represented the mood!

Except for Ji Changkong's blood rush from time to time, there are no other accidents, but for Ji Changkong's blood-rushing behavior, everyone not only has no sympathy, but also envy one by one, this opportunity is simply too enviable.

Don't look at him miserable now, but when a qiē Dao pattern brand is digested and fused by Ji Changkong's strong body, it will be unimaginably strong, you know, even the most inconspicuous grain of sand is the Dao mark left by the saint when he realized the Tao, how strong this thing is when it is integrated into the body.

Now even Ji Changkong doesn't know what kind of progress he will make after his body digests these imprints, because there are too many stones, densely packed everywhere, and the injuries before are too serious, and the whole person has become a combination of flesh and blood and sand.

So, don't look at him miserable now, but the magnitude of the harvest is absolutely shocking, not to mention the most precious intact Great Dao imprint, just say that this sand can already make him smile crookedly. R1058