PS: Thank you for Ah Qi's shadow, GOG is here, Shui Cuiyun, Ji Cangmang is my male god, VERNON, Night Yuchen, God Mushroom, Jiang Yue He is the first day of the year, and the reward of the pig of the East. Thank you to all friends for your support!

I hope you can subscribe to support it, the subscription is really bleak!

Regarding the outbreak, the Mid-Autumn Festival will add one more, and the National Day will add more, plus three, plus six, plus eight? I don't know.

From the next day, Ji Cangmang never went to the mine again.

Jing Poison exempted him from the task of mining, but of course no one would give him the spirit stones he dug up, Ji Cang's vast realm stayed at the eighth level of qi refining, and unless he really took out the spirit stones in the storage space, it was impossible to improve again.

It was a ruinous decision.

Every day, there were monks who taught the prohibitions they had learned to Ji Cangmang, although Jing Poison did not force any monks to pass it on.

Many monks who came early, after experiencing the disappointment of the last time, did not agree with the decision of Jing Poison, but they couldn't stand Ji Cangman's real success, and they still needed him to help them lift the ban, so they finally chose to embark on this path of teaching again.

With the support of Jing Poison, Ji Cangman no longer has any worries and distractions, and he delves into it wholeheartedly.

When Ji Cangmang was studying the prohibition, Wasteland Chuang was also studying the prohibition, and with the maintenance of his fellow monk Meng Qi, this person was much smoother than Ji Cangmang.

The talent for prohibition is also extremely high, even a lot higher than Meng Qi, and he is from the Three-Eyed Clan, so it is easier to get the support of all cultivators.

However, like Ji Cangmang, he never came up with a way.

On the side of the Linggen clan, although there are also monks secretly figuring it out, but with the passage of time. has already given up, as for the demon beast, let alone the monster.

Time flies again.

......

In the blink of an eye, more than 30 years have passed.

It is still on the edge of the long river, and the two figures are sitting opposite each other.

"Boy, I'm the last one to teach you. I've taught you all I can teach you, and from today onwards, you have a year to figure out how to do it. No one will bother you for a year, and after a year, if you still can't figure out a way, you can do it yourself. ”

The voice is rough. The monk who spoke was Bei Shenjin, who was still rough and young back then, and his face was still indifferent.

And opposite him, Ji Cangmang has become an old man with white hair and white beard and wrinkled face, if Ye Bai is here, he will not be able to recognize it at a glance.

It's just that Ji Cang's waist is still straight, with a pair of tiger eyes. It is still deep and smart, and the light of wisdom is even more abundant. If it weren't for the fact that the clothes he was wearing were too tattered, he would have looked like a master of fairy wind bones.

After Bei Mingjin finished speaking, he didn't talk nonsense and turned away.

"Thank you Brother Dao for your kindness. ”

Ji Cangman stood up and made a half-master salute towards this person's figure. Even he couldn't remember how much he had done. But every time, as sincere, as always.

After the salute, Ji Cangman sat down again, the old monk sat down like a Zen, closed his eyes and meditated.

All the monks in this camp. He had already taught his forbidden methods to Ji Cangmang, and he was able to learn it so quickly, in addition to his own extremely high talent, the most important thing was that the methods of many monks were similar.

Since this day, the season is vast and withered by the river.

There was no one to disturb them, but the time of this year had already spread in the camp, and the hearts of the cultivators, as if they had been ignited by something, began to sit still, and even the thought of working hard to mine was much weaker. Almost every day, there are monks from afar, observing Ji Cang's movements, their eyes gloomy and anxious.

Time passed day by day, and it was extremely difficult.

Ji Cangman never moved, like a statue, his body was even covered with dust, his clothes and hair were dirty, and he was extremely sloppy. If it weren't for the breath of a living person, the custodian cultivators would have thought he was dead.

And a year will eventually come.

......

This day was the last day, after dawn, no half of the people went to mine or cultivate, they all gathered by the river, surrounding Ji Cangmang.

Thousands of figures formed a thick wall of people, and the eyes of all the cultivators fell on Ji Cangman's body in unison, burning like fire.

Seeing that Ji Cangman seemed to be still thinking, no one made a sound. On the edge of the river, only the sound of wind blowing and waves sounded.

Time goes by little by little.

The sound of the monk's breathing gradually grew louder, and he seemed to be impatient, but he still endured it and restrained himself.

......

At this moment, the one who was paying attention to Ji Cangman, as well as the old man on the top of the mountain.

Seeing that Ji Cangmu had not moved, the old man seemed to be anxious, and couldn't help but sigh: "After all, you still can't think of it?" ”

......

The sun is rising!

At noon, Ji Cangmang finally opened his eyes.

As soon as the cultivators' eyes opened, after an instant, they were neatly horrified, in Ji Cang's eyes, as if there were two forbidden worlds, the pupils had become a strange gray, and heavy smoke-like gray air currents were shuttling in them, as if a dragon and a tiger were leaping, as if the waves were crashing against the sky, constantly changing, mysterious and mysterious.

And Ji Cangman didn't stand up, he moved again, his fingertips flicked, and he shot out a series of fingers into the void above his head.

Everyone knew that the critical time was coming, and they didn't dare to disturb it, and their breathing stagnated.

Sou!

Sou!

The fingers are colorful, corresponding to different vitality attributes, and in addition to the transformation, it is dizzying, and everyone immediately guessed that in Ji Cangmang's hands, there must be a method to quickly transform the wood spirit qi into other vitality.

After the fingers were punched out, the strange silk thread seemed to be like a substance, which did not flow away faintly, let alone disappear, but lay across the void.

Ji Cangman's fingertips flicked, his movements were like lotus flowers blooming, and after a while, he gradually built a radius of four or five feet above his head, like a flower. It is also like a bird's nest-like strange existence, seven-colored silk threads, intertwined with extraordinary dreams, but in the middle is a hollow of skull size, and there is no silk thread.

Airplanes!

After Ji Cangmang made the last finger, this strange existence. The light suddenly bloomed, the humming sound was loud, and the color was a forbidden gray, and the forbidden qi was surging like a tide, rippling in all directions, and what was even more strange was that in this prohibition, there was a faint smell of the silk of divine consciousness. But it seems to be different, words can't describe it!

This strange existence is even more like a whirlpool, turning and giving birth to a pulling force, as if countless palms are grasping towards the middle, but in the hollow in the middle. and there was nothing.

Obviously, this is a wacky ban. A ban that everyone has never seen before, and even the level of this prohibition can't be said.

"This kid, do you want to break the ban with the ban? Use this ban to break the ban that blocks the sea of consciousness?"

The cultivators' minds turned sharply, and they still didn't dare to speak out.

Ji Cang is at this moment. He took a deep breath, slowly stood up, and sent his head towards the hole directly above.

Seeing this scene, the hearts of all cultivators. Even more mentions, success or failure is obviously in this move!

The monks who arrived early looked forward to a brighter light in their eyes, because the guy back then didn't even reach this step, but just told everyone with a gloomy expression that he couldn't do anything.

......

Five inches!

Three inches!

One inch!

The upper half of Ji Cang's head finally entered the pit.

Disheveled!

As if they had found a place to vent, those gray mist-shrouded mana threads, like the coldest poisonous whips, shot out from all sides and slammed into Ji Cang's vast head.

Ji Cang's body shook, and he let out a long scream, and a circle of blood splashed out!

The more painful thing has just begun, after those mana silk threads got in, as if there was a fish hook in the front section, and a big fish was hanged, they began to pull outward, and they were tight!

These silk threads are not pulled outward in a straight line, but rotated and pulled, as if with the help of the force of rotation, to enhance the force of external dragging.

Ji Cang's face twisted violently, and the screams became louder, as if he was suffering inhuman pain.

All the cultivators looked at him, and then heard his voice, they all had a creepy feeling, all of them were chilled at all, and their backs were cold, even the guy Bei Ying Jin was no exception.

The screams didn't stop!

I don't know how long it took, but all the monks' eyes suddenly lit up, and they saw that one after another, like strange black nails, was pulled out of Ji Cang's blood-drenched skull!

"It must be this thing, blocking our sea of consciousness!"

Finally someone burst out in ecstasy.

The cultivators couldn't expand their divine sense, and they couldn't see the inside of their bodies, so they didn't know it before, but when they saw it now, they could think about what was going on.

When the words fell, all the monks became excited, their eyes lit up, their brows jumped, and they finally saw the dawn of dawn!

"Silence!"

The sound of the poisonous drink came.

The monk who spoke was shocked, and didn't dare to disturb Ji Cangmang anymore, so he hurriedly stopped his mouth.

......

After another ten breaths.

"Ahh

Seeing those black nails pulling out more and more, Ji Cangman suddenly let out an extremely terrible scream!

Disheveled!

Thousands of colorful silk threads broke and disappeared into clouds!

And those black silk threads that were pulled out for an unknown amount were like snakes, retracting into Ji Cang's mind again.

Ji Cangman's body trembled violently a few times, his eyes dimmed, and he fell to the ground and passed out.

"Failed again?"

The hearts of the cultivators were anxious when they saw it, and their complexions changed greatly.

The monk who was irritable, or fierce, or evil, immediately set his eyes on Ji Cangman's body, and a cold glint appeared in his eyes, as if he was going to do something bloody.

It seems that the old things of the past are going to be repeated!

But not a single monk stepped forward, even the most ferocious monk, looking at Ji Cangman's white hair, looking at Ji Cangman's head full of blood, looking at his old body, the tyrannical mood in his heart gradually suppressed after all.

For such a monk who has paid so much, can he blame more? Moreover, everyone had agreed a long time ago, even if it didn't succeed this time, it would give Ji Cangman the opportunity to go to the other three places and learn more forbidden ways.

Many monks looked sad and angry. Sad for himself, even more sad for Ji Cang, but he could only scold the sky for being unkind in his heart, and some monks even had red eyes.

"No!"

After a few breaths, a voice suddenly rang out.

Bei Ying Jin had a cold face. Strode forward and said, "He succeeded, his method was right, but his mana was too weak!"

......

When I opened my eyes again, it was three days later.

In the past three days, Ji Cangmang has been protected without leakage, and if any monk dares to fight Ji Cangman's idea at this moment, the custody will be torn to pieces.

Every moment, there are monks who inject the wood energy that he has worked so hard to cultivate to help him heal his wounds.

It's just that this time, Ji Cangmang's injury is his head. The wounds of the divine soul involved in it, even the origin of the wood, couldn't help him recover much, not to mention the ordinary wood vitality of other people, it took three days to wake up.

"Wake up, Ji Boy is awake, haha-this skill is considered an old man's. ”

Ji Cangman has not yet regained consciousness. The sound of laughter was already coming from behind him.

After a moment. There was another burst of cheers, and it didn't stop for a long time.

Ji Cangmang condensed his mind, and when he saw in his eyes, there were already faces, and he would come over and wrap himself densely. All of them were full of excitement.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of breaking wind.

......

"Boy, tell us how to break that ban?"

The face that came first was a middle-aged man. Ji Cangmang, who called the old man's appearance, was a little funny.

Although Ji Cangmang's mana is not enough to unlock this prohibition, the mana of every monk here is deeper than him, so as long as Ji Cangmang teaches the method to everyone, everyone can unlock it by themselves.

In the past three days, the cultivators have gone crazy, and none of them have any intention of mining, as long as they can take out the things in their storage space, that bit of wood spirit stone is a fart!

"What's the hurry, what's the hurry!"

Chu Liancheng's loud voice came from the periphery: "Ji Xiaozi has just woken up, let him recover for a few more days." ”

"Old Ghost Chu, you can wait, Lao Tzu can't wait, and it's not like he is going to mine and move his mouth. ”

Someone shouted back.

"That's it. ”

The words fell, and they echoed.

In the crowd, Ji Cangmang had gradually come back to his senses at this moment, but about the memory of that time, he was a little vague, his brows were furrowed, he didn't know whether his method was useful or not, Ji Cangmang obviously felt that the spirit in his mind was still in a state of blockade.

"Get out of here!"

The cold shout, like a thunderbolt, was the voice of the Northern Stygian Gold.

The cultivators were shocked and looked back.

I saw Jing Poison, Bei Shenjin, Lu Fei, and the old man surnamed Chen coming side by side, and behind the four of them, there were many monks who had come early, and when they heard the movement, they also came over together.

A few people still have residual power here, and after the faces of the cultivators sank, they were divided into two sides.

......

"Boy, you don't have amnesia, do you?"

The old man surnamed Chen saw the look in Ji Cang's blank eyes, and said with wide eyes, this old man is now getting older and older, like an old tree.

When the other monks heard his voice, they were all shocked, if Ji Cang's brain was really injured to the point of amnesia, then it would be a big game.

Whoop -

All eyes fell on Ji Cangman's body together.

"Thank you Brother Dao for your concern, I don't have amnesia. ”

Ji Cangman smiled, although his voice was old, it was calm and gentle as before.

Hearing Ji Cangman's words, a neat voice came, and they all wiped a handful of cold sweat, and they looked startled, where is there any demeanor of a monk from the dust and starry sky.

"Well, do you need a little more time to heal?"

The old man surnamed Chen asked.

Ji Cang groaned slightly, shook his head and said, "No need, I can pass on the method of unlocking this ban to you now, but I don't remember the last situation, I don't know if this ban needs to be improved." ”

Everyone was overjoyed when they saw Ji Cang's willingness to pass on.

"I'll tell you. ”

Immediately, there was an old monkey-like monk, Mao Sui recommended himself and said, looking like he was in a hurry, no one was allowed to rob me, and the cultivators laughed when they saw it, and the atmosphere was rare and cheerful.

An old monkey-like monk. Without the slightest embarrassment, three words and two words, he quickly told the story of three days ago, although the speed was fast, but the details were abnormal.

Before the words fell, Ji Cangman had already fallen into a deep groan.

After the old monkey-like monk finished. On the wild grass, there was silence again, and the eyes of the cultivators were staring at Ji Cangman.

After thinking about the tea for a while, Ji Cangmang said: "It is indeed caused by my lack of mana, but the rotation power of this gate control method should be able to be improved a little more, and it has been a little hasty in a year." ”

As soon as this statement came out. Qi Qi's eyes glared at Bei Yingjin, it was this person......

For the first time, Bei Mingjin, an indifferent man, showed an embarrassed wry smile. Everyone who watched it was stunned, and Beiming Jin, who didn't want to kill people like grass mustard, also had such a side.

"I don't think there's a need to improve, just pass it on, our mana. Much stronger than you, it should be enough to unravel. Your ban is up to us to unlock it!"

Jing Poison said.

"Exactly, exactly!"

There was another chorus of echo.

Ji Cangman nodded and said, "Okay, everyone, please sit down and listen, this prohibition is my original creation, and the framework of it." It's quite complicated, and it's not clear in a few words. ”

Ji Cangmang had learned the prohibition from every monk present, but he didn't hide his secrets at the moment, let alone create this method by himself. It is necessary to coerce everyone's thoughts, a frank wind, refreshing and neat.

Everyone was overjoyed and sat on the ground one after another, naturally having a good impression of Ji Cangman.

Ji Cangman did not delay and spoke eloquently.

......

This lecture is more than an hour.

A monk, at first, listened to it with relish, but soon the clouds were foggy, and he didn't know what Ji Cangmang was talking about, but he felt that many of the ideas he had never heard of at all, let alone used mana to show them.

Body and soul, time and space, sword, mountains and rivers, the profundity of the four forbidden places, all of them have been integrated into this method by Ji Cangmang, and how to crack the divine soul through mana, few people have understood the clues.

At this moment, everyone knew that Ji Cangman's prohibition level had far exceeded everyone, and they didn't know what level it had reached.

"Do you understand?"

After speaking, Ji Cangmang asked lightly, although this voice was flat, but it was unusually like a mysterious sound, the old man's Ji Cangmang's eyes flashed with wisdom, as if in a certain field, the top grandmaster was general, which was convincing!

The cultivators didn't say a word, they looked at each other, and they all looked embarrassed.

Ji Cangxue frowned, looking at the people with the highest level of prohibition, including the old man surnamed Chen.

"Three or four out of ten. ”

The old man surnamed Chen said: "Unless you are like you kid, you learn all the wisdom of everyone, I'm afraid it will be difficult to fully understand, and there are many original places in it, in a short period of time, it is even more difficult to understand." ”

Ji Cangman nodded silently.

Now the only way is naturally to help Ji Cangmang improve his realm as soon as possible, so that he can have stronger mana to help everyone untie it, but no guy will think that Ji Cangmang is hiding his secrets.

Phew!

Birdsong flickered.

Soon the wind blew fiercely, and the Northern Stygian Gold was transformed into the body of the golden-winged Dapeng bird, floating in the sky above everyone's heads, like a huge dark cloud.

"Bring the axe blades, come up, it's time to work!"

It was still an indifferent voice, but it caused everyone to smile, and the figure of the Dao Dao shot out, and after finding his own axe blade, he jumped onto the back of the North Stygian Gold together.

Call!

The golden wings of the North Stygian flapped, and the people were humped, roaring away.

Ji Cangman looked at the flying Northern Immortal Gold and the cultivators on his body, thinking of all the things before, and felt for the first time that this world, this piece of people's hearts, is not so dark and filthy, even if they have sunk, but they can still come again, and the way of heaven is for everyone, leaving a chance to start over.

......

Since this day, except for the monks guarding the camp, everyone has been mining frantically, but no one has absorbed it anymore, but all of them have been given to Ji Cangman!

Ji Cangmang was already a genius, and with the help of the endless supply of spirit stones from all cultivators, the speed of recultivation was very fast, and the realm was like a flying sword. There were even monks who wanted to pass on their own cultivation and what they thought were extraordinary exercises to Ji Cangmang, which caused a lot of laughter.

Ten times of refining qi!

The early stage of foundation building!

Mid-stage foundation building!

Every time he improves a small realm, Ji Cangman has to try once, and the failure is still the same.

On this day, Ji Cangmang hit the realm of the late stage of foundation building, and began to try again, the location was no longer in the wild, but a wooden house specially vacated for him by the cultivators, so as not to be disturbed by others during cultivation.

......

A monk, when he presented the spirit stone every once in a while, saw his diligence in his eyes, and knew his habits every time he tried, so he waited at the door early on this day.

Many monks had solemn faces, they were already in a low realm, and they had not cultivated for decades. If you don't improve your cultivation, I'm afraid that the period of fall will not be far away.

Minutes and seconds passed.

It was noon again, and the door was finally opened.

Ji Cang staggered out, the sweat and blood on his head merged again, embarrassed and miserable.

"How?"

The anxious monk immediately asked.

Ji Cang's blank eyes swept over everyone, a sunny smile appeared on his blood-covered face, and he slowly raised his right arm, opened his clenched fist, and faced everyone, a ball of white light, flashing in his palm.

In the white mang, there is a fairy stone!(To be continued......)