In a distant corner, three barely visible black shadows were whispering.

"They still haven't left?" said the black giant tiger with a snort, a little depressed.

Originally, he thought that Zhang Ji and the others just wanted to deal with them through the exit of the heart, but now it seems that it is not like that.

"They seem to want to hit the heart......" Wildebeest muttered to himself, glancing at the heart hanging high in the air.

"Humph!"

The scorpion laughed with disdain, and his tone was full of sarcasm: "Just because they also want to hit the hearts of immortals, it's really wishful thinking!"

"But ....... ”

The wildebeest hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Zhang Ji in the distance and said, "But that guy has the divine sense of the realm of tribulation!"

The scorpion was stunned for a moment, and then said with some disbenement: "So what? Even if he has the divine sense of the realm of tribulation, but under the resentment of the Nine Heavens Immortals, it is nothing." ”

"Whew!"

It's just that at this time, the black giant tiger turned away and said, "No matter what, let's go quickly." If that guy finds out, things will be in trouble. ”

Now there are no low-level Heavenly Demons to cover for them, and if they are discovered by Zhang Ji, it will become very difficult for them to escape.

The wildebeest and the scorpion were stunned when they heard this, their expressions were gloomy, and although they were a little unwilling, they still left with interest.

......

A month later, Zhang Ji, who had been sitting cross-legged without moving, suddenly opened his eyes. A milky white divine sense power poured out, making Fu Wenxuan and Wei Du startled.

"Your Divine Sense Cultivation has broken through again?" Wei showed a look of seeing a monster, and looked at Zhang Ji in disbelief.

Fu Wenxuan also had this kind of speculation, and his expression looked very sluggish.

"Of course not!"

It's just that Zhang Ji shook his head, and said angrily: "How can it be so easy to break through? It's just that it's coming to an end!"

It turned out that through the supply of those Heavenly Demon corpses, Zhang Ji's divine sense cultivation had reached the last step in the early stage of the Tribulation. If there was any more stimulation or chance, his divine consciousness cultivation might be able to break through to the middle stage of the Tribulation.

But even so, his divine sense power was still a little stronger.

"What a monster!"

Fu Wenxuan's expression relaxed, but he still muttered quietly.

Wei Ze regained his indifferent expression, his eyes swept the hearts of the immortals in the distance, and he asked softly, "When are you going to start?"

"Naturally, it's right now!"

Zhang Ji's face welled up with excitement, he clenched his fists vigorously, and said calmly: "You two help me guard the entrance, don't let those heavenly demons take advantage of it!"

"No problem!"

Fu Wenxuan knows the importance of things. Immediately patted his chest and said, "I will definitely block those heavenly demons!"

"Be careful!"

Wei Moran nodded, and suddenly reminded in a low voice: "After all, it is the heart of the Nine Heavens Immortals, and there may be something I don't know, so it's best to be careful." ”

"I understand!"

Zhang Ji nodded solemnly, and then took off into the air with a 'whoosh', flying straight towards the heart of the immortal. As the distance got closer, he gradually saw the true face of the immortal's heart clearly, and this feeling was completely indescribable.

The heart of an immortal is the size of dozens of sheets, and there are many things like blood vessels. Extending from the top, it is all black and swarthy, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Moreover, the heart of the immortal showed that there was a layer of mysterious patterns, and Zhang Ji just glanced at it a few more times. The whole mind seemed to be immediately attracted, and he was so frightened that a cold sweat flowed down.

"Broken!"

After the powerful power of divine consciousness reached out and cut off the terrifying attraction, Zhang Ji calmed down a little.

This thing. How do you start...?

Zhang Ji was in a predicament for a while, and his expression became a little hesitant. In fact, the best and most direct way is to absorb on a rampage. Anyway, after so many thousands of years of time. This immortal's heart must have been very weak.

But the feeling of palpitations before made him a little undecided!

"Damn!

But after a while, Zhang Ji gritted his teeth and made a decision!

You only have one chance, so don't miss it!

"Boom!"

The powerful Tribulation Realm Divine Consciousness quickly poured out from Zhang Ji's sea of consciousness, turning into a huge milky white divine consciousness net, falling from the sky, netting the immortal heart.

Zhang Ji's body trembled slightly, because a terrifying mysterious power had already passed through the vast net of divine consciousness and transmitted to his body. That kind of vast, powerful, and amazing aura like a golden-armored god made Zhang Ji tremble and grovel.

"Damn it!"

Zhang Ji knew that these powers were all imaginary, and he endured the trembling from the bottom of his heart, and manipulated the Tribulation Divine Sense to cut off those fantasy powers.

"Whew!"

His mouth was panting heavily, and he felt better. The trembling feeling just now was simply a kind of torture!

"Buzz!"

Just when Zhang Ji was slightly relaxed, the immortal heart wrapped in the great net of divine consciousness suddenly beat slightly, and a soft humming sound came out, and powerful power poured out.

"This is the resentment of the Nine Heavens Immortals?

Countless black mist like unjust souls poured out from those patterns on the surface of the immortal's heart, and Zhang Ji immediately felt a great danger coming at him.

Hearing only a soft 'whoosh' sound, Zhang Ji waved his hand and released all the Tribulation Divine Consciousness in his body, turning into thumb-sized silver flying swords, entwining with those soul-like things. Only this time, the power of the Tribulation Divine Sense, which Zhang Ji was so proud of, fell into a great predicament.

A single mist of grievances was indeed no match for the Silver Flying Sword, but its number was endless. Even now, it has almost reached millions, and the souls are still being generated, and Zhang Ji's scalp trembles when he sees it.

On the other hand, those silver flying swords that were transformed into Tribulation Divine Consciousness, although they could be one against two, one against five, or even one against ten, their number was limited after all, only 100,000.

As the battle escalated, those silver flying swords fell to the upper hand.

"Damn it......!"

Zhang Ji scolded loudly, his expression looking very ugly.

To be honest, it was something he hadn't thought of at all. After tens of thousands of years of wear and tear and weakening, the heart of the immortal still has such terrifying power, is this the power of the immortal?

He couldn't help but feel a pessimism in his heart. (To be continued......)