Ji Changkong was awakened by a foul smell.

He jumped up and looked around vigilantly, but soon found that the stench actually came from his body, only to feel that his body was wrapped in a layer of iron skin, and he couldn't stretch his hands and feet, and a disgusting stench also came from his body, drifting far away with the wind.

The stench was so strong that even the smell of blood was masked!

Airplanes!

He shook his muscles so hard that pieces of half-finger-thick mixture of grease and magazines fell with a clatter, and soon piled up on the ground.

"W-How is this possible...... When Ji Changkong saw his arm, he couldn't help but scream.

The original fatal injuries on his body were all gone, and his skin was delicate and white enough to make any woman jealous, and his body was filled with a strong sense of strength, which was even better than when he was at his peak.

Boom!

He threw a punch hard, and a series of air explosions were heard, and a large stone four or five paces away in front of him was actually shattered in the air.

No way!

This kind of strength requires at least the late stage of body refining, and his previous strength is only in the early stage of body refining, how can he play such a force.

Ji Changkong quickly checked his body, and when he saw the condition of his body, Ji Changkong gasped, his body returned to the congenital, as pure as the fetus, this is the effect that can only be achieved by washing the hair and cutting the marrow, it is the entire real dragon small world, something that countless strong people want but can't.

Isn't last night's qiē really not a dream?

Ji Changkong was stunned, last night, he dreamed that he got a piece of star map, washing his hair and marrow, he thought it was just a dream......

Ji Changkong glanced at his left hand thoughtfully, where did he feel a wisp of strange aura spreading, constantly strengthening his body, I really don't know what that star map is, it is so strange, isn't this the great creation that the elders always say?

Now, though, is not the time to think about that.

At this time, the True Dragon Divine City turned into a ruin stained with dried blood, and under the setting sun, the magnificent Divine City disappeared, replaced by a ruin and countless stumps and internal organs.

Ji Changkong was silent, with ruins and broken walls and countless dried corpses in front of him.

He didn't have a good impression of these people before, and even clashed with many people, such as the strong man who fell on the way to the charge at the end, and he once went to apprentice, but was almost killed.

It's impossible to say that you don't hate, but now......

Ji Changkong silently walked to the nearest corpse and gathered the corpses in the ruins, these people should not throw their corpses into the wilderness.

The vast majority of the corpses were indistinguishable, leaving only jerky, broken bones, and mashed meat, and only a very few could remain intact, and because all the blood had been drained, these corpses were as dry and terrifying as mummies.

Ji Changkong collected many corpses together little by little, and buried many people who couldn't see their faces and bodies together.

One, two, three......

Flesh and blood mixed with soil were buried by him, but there were too many corpses in the True Dragon God City, there were 100,000, and Ji Changkong spent half a day without even receiving one percent.

Thundered......

Near noon, there was a sudden startling sound in the void, and another force had descended.

Ji Changkong had nowhere to hide, so he could only do his best to suppress the speed of qi and blood flow, and then hide in the city wall.

A battleship the size of a hundred zhang chopped through the wind and waves, piercing the void, the wind was rolling on it, the gloomy clouds were bleak, the breath of death was pervasive, and a three-zhang pitch-black ghost banner was unfurled on the battleship, waving in the wind, making people have a kind of eerie feeling.

"Didn't these damn creatures never know that it was a shame to waste, leaving more stumps than whole corpses forever," a young voice in the battleship complained.

"Okay, the corpses of the True Dragon Fall Land are all treasures to my sect, hurry up, lest there be any extraneous branches, presumably, so many corpses will definitely be able to cultivate many corpse kings," another old voice said with a gentle smile.

"Hey, when will our Corpse Refining Sect truly dominate our world," the young man sighed.

"Don't worry, after these corpses are sent to the burial ground to be nurtured for hundreds of years, our Corpse Refining Sect will truly overwhelm several other forces and dominate the entire world," the old man seemed to comfort himself while comforting him.

"That's good," the young man no longer struggled.

Corpse Refining Sect, burial ground, Ji Changkong frowned and tried to connect this qiē.

Obviously, there is a sect called the Corpse Refining Sect, which uses the enslavement of corpses as a means of cultivation, and there are some such examples in the True Dragon World, and the burial ground is the place where these sects cultivate corpses.

Almost in an instant, he sorted out the relationship, but the coldness in his heart was through the torture of the Nine Heavens, and he almost lost his mind.

......

The battleship turned into a black hole, and countless corpses rolled up, leaving nothing intact.

The battleship the size of a hundred zhang swallowed all the corpses like a bottomless pit, and more than 10,000 corpses were swallowed whole, and Ji Changkong's eyes were split.

They destroyed my home and killed my friends......

They take my relatives and plunder the population as a cargo......

They don't even spare the corpses, and even if they die, they will be desecrated......

This enmity is not shared!

"Hey, there are still living people," just when Xiao Gu's blood rushed to the top of his head, and the resentment in his heart was difficult to suppress, the old man's surprised voice suddenly came, like a basin of cold water poured on his head.

Oh no, this was his first thought, to be found out would mean death!

He jumped to his feet and began to flee without hesitation, without the slightest stagnation.

"It's just an ant, I still want to go, it just so happens that the old man still needs a good yin slave," the old man sneered, and a big hand the size of a grinding plate reached out hundreds of meters and grabbed Ji Changkong.

At that moment, the big hand had already crossed the void and descended on the top of Xiao Gu's head, and a suppressed and fearful aura spread in his body, as if he had been grabbed by something in his heart, and the next moment it would explode.

"Wait," Seeing that Ji Changkong was about to fall into the hands of the old man, the young man suddenly spoke.

"Well, the young sect master wants to take action himself?" the old man said with his big hand on top of Ji Changkong's head and smiled.

"Yes, this trip is so boring, it's good to find an ant to pass the time," the young man smiled.

"That's right, the young sect master has almost half a foot into the realm of opening the vein, there is no difficulty in dealing with such a low-level native, whether it's fun, if you find an opportunity, it is not known if you step into the open vein in one fell swoop," the old man smiled gently.

"Thank you, Elder," the young man jumped out and landed in front of Ji Changkong under the pull of a wave of mana.

"Mole ant, I'll give you half a pillar of incense to escape, if you can escape, this seat will spare your life, and now it's started," the young man looked at Ji Changkong with contempt, his eyes were narrow and long, his face was pale, and especially a pair of mean lips made it difficult to feel good at a glance......

This kind of tone and behavior made Ji Changkong think of the aristocratic hunting in the human world, letting go of the imprisoned prey, letting them run frantically, and then those nobles slowly chasing and killing with a high attitude, it is said that there will be a different kind of pleasure in doing so.

Ji Changkong's heart was full of cold hatred, was he treated as a prey, very good, look at who is the real prey, even if he dies, he has to pull a cushion!

"Oh, ants, don't look at me like that, your time is running out," the young sect master looked at the sky with his hands, not even bothering to look at him.

Ji Changkong began to fly, extremely fast, he had already exerted the strength of his physical body to the extreme.

"Run, run, that's interesting," the young sect master looked at Ji Changkong's back and began to get excited, and the corners of his mouth opened a bloodthirsty arc.

With the sound of the wind whistling in his ears, Ji Changkong only knew how to move forward, without the slightest pause, life and death in one step, and the time of half a pillar of incense was really short.

"It's time, I'm coming," the joking voice came from behind the half-pillar incense.

However, Ji Changkong was still calm, and where the owner of the joking voice couldn't see, his hand moved slightly, and his eyes flashed with burning hatred.