Zhou Ji has been wandering on the Abyssal Sea for hundreds of years, refining the flesh and blood of sea monsters day and night, and practicing "nameless demonic skills". Among the thirteen upper clans of the Abyssal Sea, there are only eight generals, shadow thieves, and lacquered Buddhas from the upper three clans, so they have no chance to meet him. It can be seen that the sea monsters from the other ten tribes have more or less tasted them all. When he had the best appetite and the best luck, he refined an entire carp whale with magical power comparable to the Yang Shen realm, and filled the pot with it. It’s worth several years of hard work.
But such opportunities are few and far between. Most of the time, what we catch are shrimps, soldiers, crabs, generals, cats and dogs. Fortunately, the abyss is vast and there are countless sea monsters. The lack of "quality" is made up for by "quantity", although A lot of effort was put into it, but the effect was unsatisfactory.
The demonic energy is getting deeper and deeper, and it has finally reached a point where it cannot be practiced or increased. However, the green talisman in the dantian has never been touched, for fear of causing unexpected disasters if it is not careful. Except for a corner of Dantian, this true immortal's body was completely saturated with demonic energy. Zhou Ji once again encountered an insurmountable bottleneck and hesitated, making no progress. I have recited the "Nameless Demonic Skill" over and over so many times that I am already familiar with it. The moment I start using it, it is about controlling the demonic energy. It stops suddenly at the last word. It is still about controlling the demonic energy. There is not a single word about the supernatural power of the devil. He suspected that the magic power passed down by Zhenru was incomplete, and he was still at the foot of the mountain, unable to figure out the way up the mountain.
There was no news from Zhenru and he never appeared again. Zhou Ji guessed that even if Buddhism is boundless, it would not be easy to descend from the distant Lingshan Mountain in the West to this small abyss. It is a bit hard for a person to be wandering on the sea. With nothing to do, it is inevitable to have random thoughts. If you can meet one or two sea monsters that are as holy as elephants, refine the essence and inhale it into your body, you may be able to break through the bottleneck and achieve greater success. further. The abyssal sea is boundless and unusually large. Sea monsters with profound knowledge mostly appear in the deep sea. Unless there is an accident, they rarely surface. If we really collide, we may not know which one refined which one. Zhou Ji is self-aware. It's just a bit of amusement, just for fun.
Alone, with nothing to grow, Zhou Jikku sat for more than ten days. All his thoughts gradually died down, so he had to collect his mind and continue to recite "Nameless Demonic Power" silently for thousands of times. The Buddha's light karma has been exhausted, and there is no response, even for millions of times. For the rest of the time, my mind was condensed, I suddenly became enlightened, and I continued to read naturally, like flowing water, with more than ten thousand words, and I got a second inheritance.
The intention is so deep, but why? Zhou Ji sighed softly. Before he could take a closer look, the tide suddenly became violent and pushed the raft forward. His heart was shocked. He looked up and saw a faint line of land at the end of his field of vision. The air was filled with The smell of grass and earth made my hair stand on end for a moment, and I couldn't help myself.
After going through many tribulations, we finally arrived at Dayingzhou, going round and round back to the starting point. The raft under his feet was as fast as a galloping horse, but the Dharma he was protecting gradually faded away. The wooden piles fell apart and turned into splinters and splinters, scattered into the roaring sea. A strong wind blew against his face. Zhou Ji felt that his eyes were moist, his nose was a little sore, and what he was thinking was beyond words.
The raft across the sea finally collapsed, and Zhou Ji finally set foot on the land of Dayingzhou, one foot deep and one foot shallow, stumbling as if he was drunk. "I am topsy-turvy and upside-down like a wave. I laugh away all kinds of grievances...I, Hu Hansan, am back again..." He bent down and grabbed a handful of soil, slowly crushed it and threw it into the sea. If possible, he never wanted to cross the sea again.
A person's feet should be stepping on solid ground. Without deliberately stimulating the demonic energy, Zhou Ji walked around casually and quickly adapted to it. Instinct woke up from his slumber, and he felt a strong sense of hunger. His stomach was like a piece of crumpled kraft paper, and waves of heat surged up, as if he was trying to digest himself.
He stood firm on his heels, curled his fingers, and a wisp of demonic energy floated out from his fingertips. It was as thin as a gossamer and wandered in the mountain forest. He easily tied up a big wild boar, despite its reluctance, humming haha. , crawling around on all four hooves, dragging it to its side backwards with its head and head, its little eyes turned red. With a little thought, he could refine this wild boar, seize the essence, and replenish the demonic energy. However, Zhou Ji did not do this. Such wild boars that grow naturally in the mountains and forests, even if they were refined into thousands, would still be useless. benefit. He made a slight stroke with his finger, and the demonic energy was as sharp as a sword. With just one turn, he cut off the huge head of the wild boar, and the blood gushed out like a spring, and he died.
Zhou Ji cut off the two front legs, washed and skinned them in the mountain stream, and then drilled wood to make a fire. After working for a long time, he roasted the wild boar legs on the fire. After a while, the aroma of fat overflowed, making people move their index fingers .
The body of a true immortal, sucking the wind, drinking dew, and washing with the clouds, does not need to eat the fireworks and food of the world, let alone such meat and fish. However, what Zhou Ji inherited was a lingering past of Wei Shiqi. The Taoist practice of the first time is "according to one's heart and in line with nature." Even if you give up your body and practice magic skills, it is like a baby being reborn, and the obsession in your heart is like a gangrene attached to the bone, and you can't let it go. He didn't care about the cooked meat that burned his mouth. He wolfed down the meat until he was full, even breaking the bones and sucking the marrow. As soon as his stomach was full, a heavy drowsiness immediately came over him. He put out the wildfire, jumped up to the tree branch, and found a place. He fell into a comfortable position and fell asleep immediately.
After hundreds of years of practicing "nameless demon skills", he has the best of both worlds, the body of a true immortal and the body of a demon. Even though he has not developed any powerful magical skills, there are not many people or demons in Dayingzhou who can threaten him.
During this sleep, the sky was dark, and when I woke up, I felt refreshed.
Zhou Ji lay among the trees for a long time, then lazily got up, stretched out, and looked around. Just as he was about to climb up to a higher place to take a look at where he was, an inexplicable chill rose from the soles of his feet, and he suddenly felt It reaches the top of the head, and then sweeps down, flooding the body and mind. In the dantian, the Biluo Talisman awakened from its long hibernation, and golden light emerged layer by layer, disintegrating his body with a devastating force.
Just when he stood up, he fell again. From the sky to the quagmire, it was only one step away. Zhou Ji was unwilling to fall. The demonic energy accumulated for hundreds of years swarmed out, tightly entangled the Biluo Talisman, cut the meat to feed the tiger, and extinguished the golden light. "Nameless Demonic Skill" is a double-edged sword. The demonic energy impregnates the body, and the mind and body are united. From then on, both suffer losses and prosper. The vital points of the Dantian become a tragic battlefield. Once lost, the body cannot withstand heavy damage from the inside out. , the soul was severely damaged, and the consequences were disastrous. Zhou Ji spared no effort to mobilize the demonic energy, and spared no effort to suppress Biluo Fu in the most brutal and brutal way. Success or failure depended on this, and the boat was ruined, with no way out.
The fierce fight lasted for half an hour, and the power contained in the Biluo Talisman was exhausted. The Talisman turned into flying ashes and disappeared. The demonic energy in Zhou Ji's body was also swept away. Not a drop was left. He lay on the ground like a dead fish and rolled his eyes. Breathing heavily. "His mother's...his grandma's...his grandma's..." He gritted his teeth, his resentment towards the heaven was unforgettable. He used up his last bit of strength, shook his head, raised his right hand, and raised his middle finger to the sky.
