Since walking out of the small world of the true dragon, Ji Changkong has gone through countless hardships, but at the same time, he has also obtained the benefits that I don't know how many people dream of.

Needless to say, the Great Zhou Tianxingchen forging body is the supreme forging method, rare to the extreme, even Ji Changkong has never seen a comparable forging method, that is, he can't guess what level of existence this forging method belongs to, in short, it is incredible.

Then there is the dragon clan battle skill, after awakening the dragon clan battle skill, Ji Changkong's attack method is even more terrifying, this supreme realm battle skill is simply incredible.

There are also the nine diagrams of the barbarian saint, and then the blood-burning secret method, as well as his self-created Star Fall, Time, and Galaxy Ten Thousand Dao Sword...... I have to say that what he has learned is enough to amaze anyone, there are so many Dao supreme combat skills, and there are countless other combat skills.

But all along, Ji Changkong has only focused on the improvement of physical mana, and his cultivation of combat techniques and Taoism has always lagged behind.

For example, in his supreme means years at this time, since he obtained the inheritance of the Holy Bone Saint, to this day, he is still only in the third level of the Dao method inherited by this great sage, and he has been practicing for so long but has never been able to improve by a single star, this is not because his qualifications are dull, but because he has not put his mind here at all.

In a trance, his mind began to sink into it, and an almost illusory figure evolved in the sea of consciousness, and he did his best to make a move.

He sometimes uses the Dragon Clan's combat skills, sometimes he uses the Dao of the Years or the Barbarian King Fist, and occasionally uses the blood-stained secret technique...... All kinds of means, as soon as he had learned the combat techniques and methods, were blooming in his hands, comprehending them all the time, without a moment's delay.

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Just less than ten miles away from Ji Changkong, more than a dozen figures were fleeing from the wolf, and behind them were a group of monsters like ants.

These monsters are not powerful individually, at most they are at the peak of Chaoyuan, their form is similar to that of ants, but the reminder is a hundred times larger, the current two huge pincers are indestructible, and a strange scale armor is able to block most attacks.

A single one is nothing, but the number of these monsters is not in the tens of thousands, it is simply countless, and a dense piece of it squirms from a distance.

As for the people running in front of them, they are simply not worth mentioning in the face of such a tide, even if there are dozens of people in this group, even if they are led by a strong man with four combat powers, even if there are five of them who are strong in the Xuan, there is no room for confrontation at this time, and they are simply vulnerable.

Yes!

A slightly slower cultivator let out a terrible scream, and the whole person fell to the ground, his left leg was cut off alive, and blood gushed like a spring.

Help me, help me...... He roared violently, struggled frantically.

The cultivator who walked in front wanted to turn around, but in the end he gritted his teeth and left, because the dense surging ants had completely drowned out the screams in an instant, and countless ants crawled over, while the submerged cultivator was devoured scum and not a single hair left.

Of course, the ants are not terrible, and any of these cultivators can easily kill them, but when the number reaches a certain level, it is a nightmare.

"What to do, what to do, the leader screamed again and again, let's throw him away, he is a burden, we will all die, we will all die," a young cultivator shouted angrily, he trembled with fear, and even his running became unsteady, and his whole person was covered in cold sweat and his face was pale.

"No," it was another cultivator who spoke, and when he looked closely, he found that there was actually another person behind him, but that person was covered in blood, and he was almost about to fall, and at this time he was just barely holding a breath, so it was not miserable, looking like that, it seemed that he would completely fall in the next moment.

The young cultivator's face was extremely unwilling, but the other cultivator who opened his mouth was the strongest person here, with the four combat power of the Xuan, and he had only one recultivation through the Xuan.

Even if you want to oppose it, you can't do anything, as for leaving alone, it's completely looking for death, to put it bluntly, at this time, a person leaving will be swallowed into scum in an instant, unless there is an endless stream of strong and boundless power, otherwise the king and the strong can't stop such a tide.

The more they ran, the fewer people they few, and the more they ran, the more desperate they became, and everyone shot one after another, although some of the ants were killed, more ants were covered.

Finally, many people were desperate, a group of people decreased one by one, disappeared one by one, and in the end, there were even less than ten people left, most of the strong people fell, and the next one was likely to be the turn of the Tongxuan Quadruple Powerhouse.

Originally, with his cultivation, he should have been running at the forefront, but he was still carrying a person on his back, and the weight of a person was nothing for a cultivator of such a realm, but if it continued, he couldn't stand it, especially at such a special time.

The most important thing is that this person is still a woman, a beautiful woman or a beautiful woman, this situation is really a bit weird.

Three days later, the last trace of mana of this group of people was exhausted, and they didn't move anymore, and the only remaining nine people supported each other and ran together waiting for the last moment to come, since they encountered these monsters, it had been more than half a month, chasing and killing all the way, fleeing all the way, and finally these ants were better than exhausting their mana and blood.

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Ji Changkong has spent a full ten years in this mist, and for ten years, he has been practicing, never broken, and never moved.

The little bat is even more powerful, and its terrifying aura is almost comparable to that of a giant, and the sixth head shadow is enough, and it is only half a point away from being able to grow completely, and even Xiaobai is a lot stronger, it seems that the breath of this world is very good for him and conducive to his growth.

There is less than half of the bat clone left, but the breath is even stronger, this is the progress of the little bat, there are countless spiritual objects, there is a demon pool, this kind of progress is indeed called a god speed.

Xiao Bai is no longer the little guy who can only rely on his elusive speed and sharp claws to fight, although his body is still not big, only the size of a palm, but his breath is extremely terrifying, the progress of this short decade has almost made this little guy surpass Ji Changkong, and I don't know where it has been.

As for Ji Changkong, his aura can only be described as unfathomable, if he is unwilling to take the initiative to expose it, no one can see the depth, only feel unfathomable.

It's a pity that he still hasn't woken up from his cultivation at this time, but the strange thing is that his qiē is the same as in normal days, whenever he runs out of qi and blood mana, he will exhale treasures such as essence and elixir to replenish it, which seems to be an unconscious behavior, but it is accurate and extremely magical.

This is the expression of instinct developed to the extreme, instinct has almost replaced reason, in line with its own requirements, no more and no less, just right.

It's just that at a certain moment, the little bat that had been practicing suddenly opened its eyes, its huge body shrank rapidly, and then disappeared into the mist, and at the same time Xiaobai disappeared, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving Ji Changkong still in place and practicing silently.

"Hey, there's someone here, hurry up, maybe it's still strong, we're saved," just after they disappeared, a messy footstep came from the sound of footsteps, and then a surprised voice sounded in the fog.

The mist shook for a while, and then several figures staggered out of it, all with wolf bèi and surprise on their faces, so unhappy.

But soon, their faces changed from happiness to despair, for they found that the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground in front of them had no life or breath at all, like a dead corpse.

Despair, utter despair, situations like this have already been encountered, the shells of lonely cultivators who have been killed or committed suicide, who seem to be alive, but who have lost their souls, no matter how powerful they were before.

It's over, it's completely over, we're dead, some people are in pain, staggering to the end, they don't have the strength to continue running, it's all over.

There was a look of despair on everyone's face, the last glimmer of hope they had held on to was shattered, and when that breath was exhaled, their will completely collapsed, and now they couldn't even get up.

Despair, utter despair, the rustle is approaching, the footsteps of death never stop, and after a dozen breaths at most it will be their death.

At the thought of their own miserable death, these people closed their eyes in unison!R1058