His arms fell slumped, this time without any strength at all. Fatigue accumulated in his body, drowning out the last bit of wakefulness. Zhou Ji fell into a coma, his mouth and nose buried in the mud, and he fell unconscious.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but he was woken up by someone pushing him. First, something was gnawing at his hands and feet, pulling and tugging, and roaring fiercely. In a daze, he waved his hand, and there was a "poof" sound, as if something had been broken, and his fingers were sticky and smelly. He was too tired to move and fell asleep again.
He slept very uneasily, and before he knew it, something wrapped around him and strangled him tightly. After twisting for a while, a narrow cloth bag was placed under the hood, and the putrid smell made people want to vomit. Zhou Ji gently pulled away, and the bag fell into pieces and suddenly disintegrated.
The smell of blood became stronger, but this time, all monsters, demons, and monsters were defeated, and nothing without eyes dared to disturb his sound sleep.
In the end, Zhou Ji was awakened by the stench. He got up from a pile of carrion, his consciousness a little slow. The person who pulled him before was a ferocious wolf as big as an ox, and the person who entangled him was a python as thick as a bucket. He lay on a pile of corpses and bones without noticing.
Zhou Ji shook his head vigorously, dragged heavy steps, stumbled into the sea, and washed his body over and over again. He raised his arm and smelled his armpits. There seemed to be a lingering rotten odor. How long have you been lying there? How many days? How many months? Or how many years? He waded onto the reef in the cold water, pulled off a piece of seaweed, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it slowly, gradually remembering what happened.
Three days hung above his head, and the sun shone warmly on his body. The demonic energy was swept away, and his Dantian was completely empty. The green talisman that stuck in his throat had been annihilated. Once the serious troubles in his heart were removed, he felt relaxed all over. Zhou Ji couldn't help but laugh so heartily that he even shed tears.
He stayed at the beach for a few days, and the initial ecstasy gradually faded away, and then he was able to think about the "nameless magic skill".
After reciting it silently for a million times, it came naturally, and I got the second inheritance. I studied it in detail, and the background is not trivial. The nameless magic power has five meanings, six truths, seven verses and eight verses, and twenty-six minor magical powers. The second chapter teaches the "Erosion Truth" among the Six Truths. The nature of demonic energy infects all things. "Erosion Truth" is the transformation of this truth. His true nature is brought to its extreme, corroding magic weapons, manipulating people's hearts, practicing it to such a high level that one method can defeat all kinds of methods, and he can defeat millions of soldiers by himself.
Zhou Ji was surprised and happy, and secretly guessed that this nameless demonic skill had the best of both Buddha and demon. Daleiyin Temple spared no effort to support him in the arena with Wei Shiqi. But as long as we can get rid of Wei Shiqi, it's like being a gun in someone else's hands, so what's the harm!
To practice the "Erosion Truth", you must first get back the lost demonic energy. Zhou Ji suppressed his excitement and first used his demonic energy to catch a few sea monsters, refine their flesh and blood, and replenish some of his demonic energy. He was still far from reaching its peak.
There are no big demons that are worth looking at in the offshore, and small fish and shrimps are of no avail. The only option is to go to Dayingzhou to explore and get the idea of the sacred elephants appearing in the cave sky. Zhou Ji made up his mind, no longer hesitated, strode towards the cliff, went straight to the high place, and looked far into the distance. The high mountains and ridges were deserted. After careful analysis, he saw the treetops shaking in the mountains and forests, as if someone was coming and going. He was curious for a moment. Get up, look in the right direction and gallop away.
Qi Bing has a really good body. He is tall and has long legs. He can cover several feet with one step. He climbs over mountains and ridges as if walking on flat ground. He arrived at the forest in no time, only to see the trees swaying this way and that, revealing a winding muddy path. The road seems to have been dug by human hands, leading to the depths of the mountain. Zhou Ji's eyes flashed, and he suddenly remembered old things, all with a sense of nostalgia. He walked along the road, turned a few corners, and saw a wooden house that looked like a hill. There was a large open space in front of the house, and three or five one-eyed people. The giant was lazily basking in the sun, with big arms and round waist, bird feathers hanging on his crotch, and yawning continuously.
As expected, he was a "coward". I heard that he was originally a sea monster with a low status and had been a slave for generations. He had no choice but to hate the Yuanhai clan. The Chou people are also born as aliens, with all their senses connected, and can absorb the essence of the aura of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon on their own. The aura accumulated in their body is extremely abundant, which is a great tonic, but for Zhou Ji, it is a drop in the bucket and cannot be used for much purpose.
The Jie people have well-developed limbs and simple minds. When they see outsiders coming in, they are also a delicate human race with strong ferocity. The leader among them raised his upper body, raised his arms carelessly, and swatted mosquitoes and flies with a slap. Pat each other into patties. You stupid idiot has grown so big in vain! Zhou Ji shook his head, and with a flick of his fingers, a ray of demonic energy shot out and penetrated into the palm of the man's hand. With just one turn, he refined one of his arms, and his flesh and blood turned into essence and poured into his body. Bai Sensen's bones were extremely fragile, " "Crash" scattered all over the place.
In the blink of an eye, the frightened man lost an arm. He was so frightened that he kicked his feet wildly, eager to escape. The demonic energy refused to let him go. It followed the severed arm and rolled into his chest and abdomen, swallowing up all the huge things, leaving only a pile of them. Bones.
Zhou Ji took a deep breath, and a wisp of warmth surged into his body. The demonic energy increased slightly, which was better than nothing. Seeing that their leader was dead, the remaining men dared not resist. They turned over and knelt down one by one, kowtowing repeatedly, causing the forest to roar, birds flying, smoke and dust billowing away, and the noise was unusually loud.
Zhou Ji reached out and pressed his hand, and the demonic energy burst out, suppressing everyone, and asked a few words casually. The timid people looked at each other. After a while, one person mustered up the courage to come forward, gestured with his hands, and stammered, his speech was unclear. Qing, confused, even so, he is also a first-class smart person among the weak.
Zhou Ji frowned for a long time and could only distinguish 30% to 50%. According to what the other party said, this group of people migrated from other places and lived in the mountains and forests. They changed their habit of hunting sea fish and ate cassava. It has been reproduced for thousands of years. The products here are poor and there are no traces of people. However, according to rumors about familiar monsters in the sea, hundreds of thousands of miles away to the south, there is a sacred mountain rising suddenly, with pavilions like a city, where immortals live, sucking the wind and drinking dew, and possessing great magical powers. The sea demon kings pay homage every twenty years and offer countless rare treasures.
Zhou Ji secretly nodded. The so-called "sacred mountain" should be Huangting Mountain, eight hundred miles away. The so-called "Shangxian", as far as he knows, there is only one person in Dayingzhou, Mei Zhenren, who can control the four sea monsters: Sky Bat, Qian Jiao, Hai Ying and Chi You. king.
After asking a few more questions, the timid man was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He was talking and gesticulating, but he couldn't express what he meant. He had no idea what he was talking about, so he had to give up. Zhou Ji also ordered him to lead the way to take a look at the cassava they depended on for survival. As if listening to the sacred voice, the man led him over the mountains with fear, only to see that the surrounding mountains were undulating like fences, and there were large chunks of them in the depressions. A fertile cassava field is bathed in the bright sunshine. In the distance is a bay. Millions of seabirds live and breed on the rocks. The guano piles up like a mountain. Seven or eight young people are walking as fast as flying, attracting Mountain springs, collecting guano in fertile fields, I was so busy that I was sweating profusely.
The younger ones work and the older ones bask in the sun. Don’t you know how to cherish your offspring?
