Zhou Ji didn't take it to heart at all when he accidentally broke into an adultery. The seed in Xu Yanzhen's body was so small and hidden that even he didn't notice it at all.
Arriving at the old place where he had captured the Sands of Time last time, he found that the area covered by the vitality of the Creation Sapling had shrunk by a few points. Although it was insignificant compared to the entire Chishui Cliff, a glimpse of the leopard revealed that the original estimate of a thousand years was too optimistic. , the Sand of Time is constantly consuming its vitality. If there is no turning point, Chishui Cliff will not be able to support it for too long, and it will not last more than four to five hundred years at most.
He put his worries aside for the time being, activated the five-color divine light, stripped away the power of time, and took possession of the pure vitality contained in the Sands of Time. This was a hard work, and there was no rush.
There was no telling the time in the darkness. When the true energy in his body was fully restored, Zhou Ji stopped, tilted his head and thought for a long time, and sighed longly. The situation is dire due to internal and external troubles. The best response is to go further and enter the Yangshen from the cave sky. However, the tortoise shell of the Sand of Time is extremely hard. Let's put it this way, he has to consume 30 to 40% of his true energy to wear away the power of time. Only by absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth can one replenish 50% to 60% of the true essence. The efficiency is very low and cannot be compared with the upper world.
Zhou Ji activated Zixu Yiyuan Gong, refined the five-color divine light sickle six times, and imprinted it with six levels of branding, almost exhausting the true energy.
When refining treasures, each of the six methods of true immortality has its own merits. The success of Zixu Yiyuan Gong lies in the accumulation and advancement of the treasures. The more imprints are put into it, the more the treasure will fit into one's body. Usually, it can be enough to fit one's body into one's hands. Use your arms, use your arms and use your fingers. Continuing to perform sacrifices is a waste of real energy and is unnecessary.
He stopped and sighed, aware of the crisis. Although there were no obvious signs, the threat of the demon was approaching step by step. The whim of the cave god was comparable to the great prophecy, so could it be faster?
Zhou Ji was holding the five-color Divine Light Scythe, tapping his palms every now and then, and suddenly remembered an old incident. When the Demon Refining Sword fell into his hands, he buried the sword in his spine and warmed it for many years. It gradually merged with his soul. The sword spirit Jiuli was still asleep and could not release the Demon Suppressing Tower. However, after ingesting one or two monsters, he still managed to survive. In control.
To take a different approach, try this method? Although he had experience, the Five-Colored Divine Light Scythe was not a demon-refining sword after all. It was a magic weapon made from the bones of the Maurya King. Who knew if there was anything unclean left in the bones - he suddenly remembered the previous sacrifice. When the Divine Light Scythe was in progress, a wisp of murderous intent floated in the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows without prompting, washing the bones inside and out and helping. Is this a coincidence or a match made in heaven?
Zhou Ji gasped and subconsciously looked up at the sky. Could this be part of his plan? Impossible, it must be a coincidence! But since Wei Shiqi paved the way for him, he might as well give it a try, there might be unexpected surprises.
As soon as the thought occurred, it lingered in his mind and was unstoppable. Zhou Ji's eyes were as deep as the abyss, and there was a soft "click" sound on the back of his neck, like exploding beans, all the way down the spine and reaching his tail. He took off his robe and sat naked in the dark. He raised his right hand and gently poked the back of his neck with his thumb. The skin suddenly opened, and the flesh and blood were separated on both sides, revealing a white spine, cracking, cracking, and joints. Opened, it doesn't look like flesh and blood.
Zhou Ji threw the five-color divine light sickle. The sickle suddenly took on the shape of the Maurya King's skeleton, with a beak as a tip, a head as a blade, and a spine as a handle. The five-color feathers were circling and flying, exuding the breath of death, and pounced into his spine. , the spine is closed together, locking it firmly. In an instant, the flesh and skin are healed as before, and no difference can be seen at all.
He took a deep breath, clenched his steel teeth, his face was ferocious, and the fat all over his body was trembling, like waves, like ripples, and his joints creaked. If he was overwhelmed, the sour feeling was difficult to describe in words.
If it is an ordinary magical weapon or metal object, it can only be slowly warmed and tamed, just like the demon refining sword back then, but the five-color divine light sickle is actually a skeleton. After being refined with murderous intent, the monster becomes ferocious. There was no trace of Qi left, and it gradually merged with Zhou Ji's flesh and blood, becoming indistinguishable from each other. By the time Zhou Ji noticed something was wrong, it was already too late. He couldn't separate them, couldn't pick them out, and had no choice but to accept the reality. Is it a disaster? It is a blessing? Even though his heart was as solid as stone, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy at the moment.
He was confused and confused. After an unknown amount of time, the strange feeling in his bone marrow suddenly disappeared. Zhou Ji stood up and moved his legs and feet, and performed martial arts all the way. He felt energetic and handy, and every pore was full of power.
"I wonder if the five-color divine light is still there..." The thought came to my mind, and a divine light flashed across my back. It was fleeting, and with a "stab" sound, it tore apart the vitality scattered by the saplings of creation, and broke into the overwhelming unknown chaos. He rolled up a pile of sand of time and brought it back, shocking him.
As if a child was playing with a big hammer, seemingly out of control, the muscles on Zhou Ji's face twitched, and he saw the sands of time rolling around, like water flowing into boiling oil, and the majestic vitality being wasted away like a millstone. There is nothing better than this to lure a wolf into the house. In desperation, five divine lights of green, yellow, red, black and white came out from Zhou Ji's back. With just one brush, the sand of time was brushed into a ball, and the power of time turned into chaos. The flow, soaring for a few breaths, was annihilated without a trace. The next moment, the extremely pure vitality of heaven and earth poured into his body. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, and the light in his eyes was like two bright stars.
Sure enough, the five-color Divine Light Scythe merged into flesh and blood, doubling the power of the Divine Light. It effortlessly stripped away all the power of time and captured the pure vitality contained in the Sands of Time. He vaguely felt that this was just the beginning, and even greater surprises were yet to come. later.
Is this a coincidence or an arrangement by that person? He pondered for a long time and shook his head. No matter what, he was a clone created by that person. It was a bit unreasonable to be wary of clones who plotted against him.
Zhou Ji cast his gaze into the darkness a few steps away. He felt the Sands of Time rolling and surging, and the breath of chaos permeating every corner. There were dangers and opportunities lurking in the darkness. He took half a step, and the five-color god on his back The light suddenly flourished, and the sands of time merged into a trickle and rolled into a ball. Chaos and chaos rose into the sky, and vitality continued to pour into the body, replenishing the true essence bit by bit, much faster than before.
It was easy to come by, so he no longer planned carefully. Zhou Ji activated Zixu Yiyuan Gong, refining the five-color divine light sickle locked in the spine over and over again, superimposing multiple imprints. When the true energy was scarce, he would release the divine light, and from the time Capture the vitality of heaven and earth in the sand and replenish your body. Repeatedly, unknowingly, the imprints of the five-color divine light sickle had accumulated to thirty-six levels. Zhou Ji suddenly felt a stinging pain on his back, and something burst out from his body, spreading out a pair of colorful wings. The rays of light flowed, making his face flicker.
He suppressed his surprise and trembling, carefully flapped his wings, and flew into the air. He suddenly disappeared through the air and suddenly appeared a few feet away.
