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The opportunity was fleeting, Zhou Ji was also a cruel person, so he simply gave up his body and turned the source into a ball of demonic energy, which was hidden deep in Qi Bing's heart. He remained patient, pondered deeply, and bet on Wei Qiqi. No time to look around. Qi Bing was caught off guard and was taken advantage of by the evil spirit. He lost his consciousness for a moment and was like a walking zombie. Although there was a trace of clarity in his heart, he was unable to escape. He watched the real immortal guide the chariot through the Zhengyang Gate and flew straight into the sky. Knowing that there is no chance of survival, it is almost despair.
The demon has vast supernatural powers, and the demonic energy corrodes the consciousness, and the mere golden-armored gods are like fish on the ground, ready to be slaughtered. But he was still lucky and did not give up the last struggle. The demonic energy wanted to take over his body and could not get around the blue talisman in his dantian. That was his only chance and the last chance.
However, the evil spirit is always lurking.
The sky is vast and the distance is long. The immortal guides the car to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. As if walking on flat ground, it steadily passes through the raging wind and falls on the abyss. Looking around, there are dense clouds, waves hitting the sky, and the heaven is far beyond the extreme sky, beyond the reach of a whip. Zhou Ji stands up, magic patterns loom in his eyes, and the last bit of consciousness is erased. From now on, there will be no more Qi Bing in the world. , leaving an empty body to be taken away by others.
He stood between heaven and earth, urging the demonic energy to slowly infect his body, leaving only a hole in his Dantian, which he was careful not to touch.
After being refined with the stardust from the sky, he achieved the body of a true immortal. He was invulnerable to weapons, invulnerable to fire and water, and how difficult it was to be infected by demonic energy. He took one step forward, three steps back, and repeatedly fought for every inch. Zhou Ji spent a total of seventy-seven and forty-nine days. , just barely mastered this body. His lamp ran out of oil, and he slumped down on the True Immortal's carriage. The demonic energy in his body was almost exhausted, his breath was weak, and he was breathing heavily.
In the dantian, there is a golden green talisman, dormant and motionless. It is a gangrene attached to the bone, a serious problem in the heart.
Zhou Ji's whole body was cold and his hands and feet were stiff. He panted for a long time and managed to wave out the remaining demonic energy, which turned into a fishing rod, with a wisp of gray and black silk hanging down, floating slowly into the abyss. After more than a hundred breaths, the waves rolled like a boiling cauldron, and the silk fiber stretched straight, trembling like a piano string. Zhou Ji felt the weight in his arms, and with all his strength, he fished out a large fish more than ten feet long from the sea. It looked like a flying shuttle, covered with silver scales, and opened its long and narrow mouth, revealing densely packed sharp teeth.
Zhou Ji gave a slight shake, and the demonic energy disappeared into the big fish's body. In just one turn, all the flesh and blood were refined, leaving only a dense white bone on the silk fiber. There was a "crash" and scattered into large and small broken bones. A warm current surged into his body, Zhou Ji took a deep breath, his expression moved slightly, like the dry earth being moistened by a trickle of water, a trace of energy flashed across his tired face.
The products in the lower realm are scarce, far less than those in heaven. There are only a few elixirs to nourish and strengthen the demonic energy. Only by refining flesh and blood and extracting essence can one or two benefits be gained. However, this method can only save an emergency and is a drop in the bucket. We really want to restore it. At its peak, it would take an unknown amount of water-milling work to completely refine Qi Bing's body.
However, breaking through the iron cage to escape the tiger and leopard, opening the golden lock to escape the dragon, giving up the old self and achieving a new self, no matter how high the price is, it is worth paying.
On the third day, it falls in the west and in April, it rises in the east. The silver glow fills the sea. The Zhenxian's carriage is like a boat drifting with the current. Zhou Ji sits in the carriage and catches seventeen or eight big fish in a row, refining the flesh and blood into essence. My belly gradually warmed up, and I felt refreshed. The Abyss is full of dangers. In his current situation, not to mention a true immortal, even a sea monster comparable to an elephant can crush him to death. The True Immortal Pick-up Car is a treasure of heaven. It is too eye-catching. If you stay here for a long time, there may be unforeseen disasters. As soon as Zhou Ji regained some strength, he abandoned the True Immortal Pick-up Car and jumped into the cold sea water, struggling Travel west.
If the demonic energy in his body had not been exhausted and there was the hidden danger of the Biluo Talisman, he could have calmly refined the True Immortal to lead the chariot, so why was he in such a mess!
Although he cannot fly away, his body is extraordinary. With a slight effort, he can fly out several feet like a fish. Zhou Ji was eager to get away, sparing no effort in rowing his arms and kicking his legs, alternating with dog-paddle style freestyle swimming, but his hands and feet were a little awkward and unruly. This is also helpless. After all, he is not a demon. He can barely control this body. He has exhausted all his cards, and he can only resign himself to fate.
Under the cold moonlight, the waves surged, pushing the True Immortal Guide Car to drift towards the other end, turning into an unrecognizable black dot in an instant.
A real man never looks back, and once he has made up his mind, he will never drag his feet. Zhou Ji swam for several hours, and before he could take a breath, an undercurrent surged under the water, and an eyeless ghost-headed shark swam swiftly from below. Approaching, he opened his big mouth and bit his right leg, tearing it apart with all his strength, and all the sharp teeth in his mouth burst into pieces. He was stunned for a moment.
Among the thirteen upper clans of Yuan Hai, the ghost-headed shark, thunder fish, and shield turtle are all the lower three clans. They have limited magical powers, but they are much stronger than the ordinary sea clan. Zhou Ji's heart moved, and he turned back to ride on the ghost-headed shark, holding its head with his five fingers. He swallowed the demonic energy slightly and drove it to swim forward in the wind and waves. A line of water spread forward rapidly, unusually fast.
Zhou Ji controlled the ghost-headed shark to swim for a day and a night. Feeling a little lack of energy, he floated on the sea surface and activated his demonic energy to catch big fish and seize the essence to replenish his vitality. The ghost-headed shark was infected with demonic energy and was as honest as a piece of wood. Zhou Ji opened its upper jaw, threw large pieces of fish meat into its throat, and slapped it casually, forcing it to swallow it.
After resting for a while, everyone and the shark regained some strength. Zhou Ji once again drove the ghost-headed shark on the journey, all the way west, west, and west again.
After trekking for more than a month, Zhou Ji gradually adapted to this body, but the ghost-headed shark under his crotch became weaker and weaker day by day. His tail flick became weaker and weaker. His eyes were pale and his mouth was filled with blood foam. . Zhou Ji didn't show mercy and let it live. Instead, he activated the demonic energy and wiped away the last bit of vitality from it, refining its flesh and blood without even leaving any bones.
Some inexplicable thoughts flashed through my mind - the bones of the shark are all cartilage, and there is nothing left... I forgot to keep the shark fin to taste what it tastes like... Forget it, there is no broth, and there is nothing to taste in the shark fin... …
He looked up at the sky. There were dense clouds and howling winds. A heavy rain was coming. There was no place to hide from the rain on the vast sea. Instead of suffering, it was better to hurry on. Zhou Ji raised his right hand, and demonic energy spurted out from his fingertips, condensing into a sharp claw. He fished it out of the sea for a moment, grabbed a dumbfounded shield-shell fish, turned back and rode on his back, and continued westward.
In no time, the torrential rain poured down on his head and face. Zhou Ji raised his head, opened his mouth, swallowed the rainwater in big mouthfuls, roared loudly, and sang loudly, "That is the person I miss deeply and deeply day and night. After all, I How should I express it? Will she accept me? Maybe I will never say those words to her. I am destined to wander around the world, how can I care. Dreams are always out of reach..."
It feels so good to be unrestrained and free!
