The mountain breeze is blowing.

Ji Ruochen is like a swimming fish shuttling through the wind and forests, taking a few steps, and he has gone far in a moment. His speed is not very fast, and ordinary cultivators fly faster than him, but there is not a single trace of fireworks between him and his fall, and he is completely untouchable. Now he already knew that the body technique he practiced when he was beating the stuffy stick back then was by no means ordinary, not to mention anything else, just by not moving the true element, he could completely avoid the divine sense lock of the cultivator, and this magical power was enough to shock the world. Even if those Halal cultivators don't use their mana to search, they don't want to find out Ji Ruochen's whereabouts.

At this time, Ji Ruochen only knew what it was but didn't know why, just knowing that he could avoid the monk's divine search, but he didn't know how it could be. And another thing he didn't know was that not all Shangqing Halal cultivators could search for his aura, unless the Dao was already high enough to reach the realm of Shangqing Heavenly Immortals, it would be difficult to find it.

After walking through the mountains and forests for most of the day, it is estimated that he has traveled hundreds of miles, Ji Ruochen stopped by a mountain stream, drank two sips of stream water, ate a few mountain fruits, and rested for a while.

The mountain breeze blew, carrying a thin wisp of bloody breath through his nose. Ji Ruochen's heart moved, and he took off the iron rod behind his back and placed it in front of his knees. He had already used this piece of Dinghai Divine Needle Iron several times, and it stands to reason that the prohibition on the Divine Iron would be weakened once it was used, and now it should weigh at least five or six thousand catties, and with his true yuan, it should have been difficult to transport. But for some reason, after going down the mountain this time, I used three times of divine iron, but the weight was lighter than the previous time, and the iron in my hand weighed at most a hundred pounds at this time. But the lighter the weight of the divine iron, the more vicious this power becomes! In a battle with the withered bamboo, Ji Ruochen was not sure that he would be able to kill him at all, and he just wanted to be able to escape after injuring the withered bamboo. Who knew that the moment the divine iron in his hand was struck, he suddenly became psychic, and he actually sent out a series of five elements Dao power, breaking the chaotic Xuanyu trick of the withered bamboo with the method of mutual growth and restraint. Regardless of this, this Dinghaishen needle iron actually sucked out the natal essence blood that withered bamboo had cultivated all his life!

At this time, there is a faint flow of blood and light in the dust word engraved at the end of the iron rod, and if you look closely, you can see a wisp of blood and gas clashing back and forth in the word, wanting to get out of trouble, but it is firmly forbidden in the word and cannot get out. The blood qi turned into the blood of the withered bamboo natal essence blood was very spiritual, as if sensing that Ji Ruochen was watching it, and let out a thin wail when he landed, as if begging for mercy.

Ji Ruochen's brows furrowed, and he slowly reached out and held the iron rod. Where he was used to holding it, it just covered the dust word. As soon as he held the iron rod this time, Ji Ruochen only felt that a blood qi gushed out of the word Chen, which flowed into his body from the palm of his hand, and instantly turned into a piece of warmth, scattered into the meridians and mysteries, and dissolved into one with his own true yuan. The remaining True Yuan in his body was immediately replenished by most of it.

Ji Ruochen was taken aback, because the blood sealed in the dust word was only a little lighter. In this way, the blood qi sealed in the dust word was enough for him to replenish the true yuan twice. In normal times, if he wanted to replenish the true element, he would have to meditate for at least a day and a night.

The newborn true elements slowly flowed in the meridians, and these true elements still contained wisps of bloody qi, which was very different from the tranquility and peace of the three pure halal qi. There is not only bitter hatred in the blood, but also despair and pleading before the withered bamboo is on the verge of extinction. It is not surprising that hatred aroused the murderous intent in the depths of Ji Ruochen's heart. But the despair and pleading of the withered bamboo did not soften his heart, but only attracted contempt, and then this contempt turned into a stronger murderous aura, which was something wrong.

Ji Ruochen felt uncomfortable in his heart, and immediately felt an urge to turn around and kill all the monks who followed the withered bamboo. However, his mind was extremely resolute, and as soon as he realized that something was wrong, he immediately meditated and meditated, and after half an hour, he stubbornly suppressed the heavy killing intent surging in his heart.

After such a toss, he was already sweating profusely, soaking through his heavy shirt, and most of the true yuan that he had worked so hard to make up was gone. Ji Ruochen calmed down, smiled bitterly, took out a dark sandalwood pill from Xuanxin's finger, and swallowed it. As soon as the medicine entered the abdomen, it was like a spring breeze turning into rain, revealing wisps of true yuan, moisturizing his weak meridians. Ji Ruochen counted the remaining pills in the Xuanxin wrench, and only three were left. These jade fetal pills can replenish the true yuan of the wearer within half an hour, which is quite precious. This time, Ji Ruochen only received five grains when he went down the mountain, which was the result of the special care of the head of Yunfeng Dao. He was chased and killed by Kuzhu and others for days, and he was able to persevere to the end, all thanks to these pills.

His gaze fell on the Dinghai God needle iron again, and there was still half a pool of blood circulating in the engraved dust characters.

"So you already have spirituality! Such a heavy murderous aura should be a murderer. Ji Ruochen smiled faintly, and said to himself: "I just don't know if I can control you, alas, ......"

Ji Ruochen sighed lightly, put the divine iron behind his back, and headed east. As soon as he stepped into the air, a thick and majestic voice suddenly sounded in his ears:

"I don't even dare to kill a few meat and shrimp, and I still want to control me?!"

The roar came very suddenly, and there was no warning beforehand. Ji Ruochen was shocked, and the three clear qi that had just been running in his body was in chaos, so he fell from the air and fell heavily on the forest meadow.

Ji Ruochen has a lot of experience in fighting, so he rolled over, flashed a few feet away, and then his body suddenly stood up from the ground, held the iron rod behind his back with his right hand, and shouted: "Who is pretending to be a ghost?!"

The mysterious voice suddenly sounded in his ears again: "Am I not right behind you?

When Ji Ruochen was stunned, before he could react, an extremely heavy pressure suddenly came from behind him, which suddenly made his spine crackle! This pressure weighed tens of thousands of catties, to say the least!

He couldn't bear such strength, and he pounced and was firmly pressed to the ground. Fortunately, the pressure came and went quickly, and suddenly disappeared. Otherwise, Ji Ruochen's spine will be crushed.

Ji Ruochen was shocked in his heart, and slowly stood up at the moment, only to see a three-foot iron rod floating three feet in front of him, which was the Dinghaishen needle iron that he was used to. The dust words carved by his own hands on the iron rod were facing him, and the blood in the words was flowing, but it was a bit like an open eye.

Ji Ruochen was looking at it, and it was also looking at Ji Ruochen.

One person and one stick stared at each other.

After a long time, Ji Ruochen cautiously asked, "What are you?"

"Of course I'm not a thing!"

"And what are you?"

The stick sneered: "Fool! can't even a divine soldier like me see it?"

"Divine soldiers?!But all divine soldiers must have spirituality, which is true, but I have also seen one or two other divine soldiers, how can there be...... How can there be such a thing as you?" Ji Ruochen really felt a little difficult to phrase, and he didn't know how to express it.

"Fool! How dare you compare me with that mundane thing like the Chaos Whip! I have great powers, and how can you know the secret without going into detail with you?"

The stick was really psychic, and the stick body shook at the moment, making a long roar like a dragon roaring and a tiger's roar, and then the surrounding wind was fierce, and the air was full of lightning, and a lead cloud as thick as ink sank into the air, covering a large piece of space in a hundred zhang radius.

After a thunderclap, several purple lightning swirled down, knocking down the trees and breaking the branches of this dense forest, and the power was endless!

The iron rod surrounded by purple lightning shone brightly, and then the deep and deep voice slowly sounded, telling the past.

This iron was originally hidden in the center of the earth, refined by the primeval poison and flames, and passed in ignorance for thousands of years. Suddenly, one day, the heavens and the earth changed, the earth cracked and the mountains collapsed, and it floated from the fire to the bottom of the East China Sea. It was at this moment that it had a spiritual consciousness of its own. It's just that it is really a fierce thing in heaven and earth, and the earthfire rift valley where it is located is completely lifeless, and there is no one to communicate with.

In this way, after more than 100 years of lonely sunshine at the bottom of the East China Sea, there happened to be a Daoxuan turtle swimming here. It saw that this iron was very spiritual, and the earth-fire rift looked like a fierce place, but it was actually a spiritual cave, so it simply stayed. On the one hand, it discussed with Shentie some truths of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and on the other hand, it told it some stories about the scenery of the Shenzhou Continent in other seas and even beyond the East China Sea. Later, that Xuan Turtle said that the Divine Iron temperament was too fierce, and once it was born, it would definitely create a great catastrophe, and it was willing to live here for a long time, and slowly dissolve the Divine Iron ferocity with its own Dan Yuan. It's just that this iron was born after being immersed in the primeval earth flame for hundreds of millions of years, and its ferocity is like the sea, how can it be easily dissolved? Fortunately, Xuan Turtle's patience may be the first in the world, and it has been slowly refined for thousands of years, and it can only digest the ferocity of one hundred or two hundred, which is also considered a merit, and he may be able to do the capital of Dao soaring in the future.

So the sun and the moon have passed, and decades have passed in a hurry.

Until this day, a stupid Taoist who looked short and fat and black in the mouth of the divine iron came to the bottom of the uninhabited East China Sea.

When the man saw Shentie, his face was full of joy, and he circled around it three times in a row, and a pair of inverted triangular eyes stared at it non-stop, and his gaze was as obscene as he was, and he couldn't feel comfortable looking at Shentie up and down, as if his body was covered with rust.

"Wonderful, wonderful! I can't imagine that there is such a divine object in this spiritual cave, I can find the spiritual cave casually, and bump into the divine object, such a lot of luck, tsk! I really don't have to say, even I admire myself! Well, I don't know what the luck of your thing is, and wait for me to calculate it. ”

The man pinched his fingers, smiled happily, and said: "You and I can meet here, and if it is fate! Bah, what is fate, it is obviously your blessing! Seeing that you were born from the chaos of earth fire, and you don't have a name, or wait for me to give you a resounding name......"

Before Shentie could defend a few words, a short and fat claw of the Dao man had already touched it. Shen Tie only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and his spiritual sense fell into darkness.

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