"Who is trying to figure me out again?"

Ji Yuan walked out of Fengmanlou, but his body suddenly trembled, and a line of red mark the size of a date pit appeared between his eyebrows.

This is a sign of the completion of the Grand Imperial Court, which will be revealed every time the body and spirit are illuminated.

Just now, he felt a deep chill as if a cold wind was blowing through him.

The God of Intelligence, also called the God of Brain, Jue Yuanzi, is an inch tall and wears a black Taoist robe.

At this time, facing the nine-aperture stone man on the high platform, he bowed his hands and paid homage, conveying the vigilance of needling the body.

"It's a bit like the innate spiritual awareness of a master of the Five Realms. He knows the autumn of the world when a leaf falls, and the cicada flaps its wings when the wind has not moved.

The human body, body and mind are indeed infinitely mysterious."

Ji Yuan suppressed the unexplained tingling sensation, turned around, and swung a Yuanci Tiandao, smashing the four-story building with brackets and eaves until it collapsed.

There was a bang, wood chips flew everywhere, and firelight burst out.

As more than a dozen thick wooden pillars broke, the once rich atmosphere of carved beams and painted buildings and music played every night.

It was reduced to ruins in the blink of an eye, with smoke and dust rising into the sky!

In the Happy Forest, dozens of complex glances mixed with horror, shock, and disbelief.

As if attracted by a magnet, they all gathered on the black military robe.

These are the ringleaders and thugs hiding in the dark, a group of rabble-rousers working in concert with others.

Now I see Fengmanlou falling apart, collapsing and disintegrating.

They all have lingering fears and are endlessly afraid.

I am afraid that I will anger this man and lose my life.

"That's all."

Ji Yuan did not search and remove the weeds one by one. After knocking down the wind-filled buildings, he walked on the snowy ground with his head held high.

Supervisor Cheng and Coach Wei will take care of the aftermath.

Using the latter's method of running the army, it will definitely not be a problem to subdue a few jackals and wild dogs who are bullying others.

Wow, wow.

In the deep void, the river of blood still hangs overhead.

The thick liquid flowed down like tentacles, wrapping around Ji Yuan's upright figure.

The Emperor's Dao Map suddenly trembled, rippling with brilliance.

It's like an indestructible copper wall that isolates the external force.

The ten Qi veins formed all over the body are like a bottomless pit, frantically absorbing pure vitality.

"When I remove the Golden Hook Fang, it should be enough to finish tempering the muscles and bones and perform the sixth blood transfusion."

Ji Yuan's eyes flickered, and he could feel the precious bone under his forehead becoming more and more radiant and becoming more and more magical.

In the "Fudosan King Sutra", in the third level of blood exchange, what is refined is the bone of Sumeru, and what is forged is the body of the Buddha who has won the battle.

The former is also called the "Muni Pearl" and is one of the Seven Treasures of Buddhism.

According to legend, it can emit thousands of rays of light, making it bright in the dark, cooling when it is hot, and warming when it is cold.

If someone suffers from heat, wind, cold, leprosy, sores, malignant swelling, etc., if you put beads on his body, the disease will be cured.

Therefore, anyone who holds this bead will not be harmed by poison, cannot be burned by fire, and his body and mind will be free from stains.

Of course, these are all great virtues and holy miracles recorded in Buddhist scriptures, and it is inevitable that they may be exaggerated.

"Although it may not be this magical, the Muni Orb condensed by climbing the 84,000-foot Mount Sumeru, tempering and polishing the muscles and bones of the whole body, can not only detoxify hundreds of poisons, but also has the power of mustard seeds to absorb Sumeru.

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Thinking of this, Ji Yuan felt a sense of expectation in his heart.

It is said that in the authentic side sects of ancient times, even the foundation-building disciples who entered the sect were all armed with a mustard seed weapon.

Convenient to use various talismans, flying swords, robes, and elixirs.

It's a pity that now that the great catastrophe of the end of the Dharma has arrived, the spiritual energy has been exhausted, just like the tide receding.

The art of refining weapons has also been lost for a long time.

Even if you search the treasure house of Heilongtai, you may not be able to find a few space magic tools for storing objects.

"I have seen Qin Qianhu fight many times before, and the rainstorm pear blossom spear changed from virtual to real, and he can be used as he wishes.

I don’t know if it’s the magic brought about by refining the bones, or the magical effect bestowed by the cast?”

Ji Yuan thought in his mind, and unconsciously thought that the new year was approaching and it was time to return to Beijing.

The second uncle, aunt and the whole family are waiting for me at the house so that they can have a happy reunion dinner.

"It's over, brush your clothes and go... go."

The plain voice, as low as a whisper, was swept by the wind and snow, and was wiped out without a trace.

That tall and straight figure also blends into the vast white world.

……

……

After another two days, the wind stopped and the snow stopped.

After the clouds dispersed, the blue sky reappeared.

Ji Yuan sat cross-legged alone in the bronze hall at the top of Tian Serpent Peak.

His mind was silent, and his chest rose and fell with each breath.

Breathe in and out silently to transport Qi and blood throughout the body.

The hot blood, which is like mercury slurry, flows rapidly like a string of balls, emitting blazing heat.

Seen from a distance, Ji Yuan is like a shining sun, illuminating the hall brightly.

It is difficult for ordinary people to approach within a hundred steps of you.

"The time has come."

Ji Yuan's eyelids moved slightly and he began to run the "Fudosan King Sutra".

The originally rhythmic and peaceful breathing suddenly turned into a rapidly pulling bellows, making a huge sound of "whoosh, whoosh".

This astonishing movement can be heard from up and down the Heavenly Serpent Peak, which is hundreds of feet high.

Boom, boom, boom, the heart beats like a drum, sending an endless stream of vitality to the whole body.

The deafening sound like thunder rolling away could not help but echo, attracting the attention of several generals guarding Longshen Mountain.

Han Ying from Sun Moon Peak was wearing iron armor, standing in a high pavilion like a statue cast from Yuan copper, looking from a distance:

"There are geniuses in the history of the country. It is really an incredible accumulation of money. It is no wonder that I can win the trust of the East Palace and the appreciation of His Highness King Yan."

As a veteran from the Corpse Mountain and Blood Sea, he knows very well that in the third level of blood exchange, the energy is like a whale sucking water, and the strength is like a dragon and an elephant colliding.

What a terrifying potential it represents!

The Taoist Scriptures say that the Way of Heaven is impartial and treats all living beings equally.

But to be more serious, this is not entirely the case. Occasionally there is partiality.

For example, the billions of creatures in Xuanzhou.

There are people, there are demons, there are transformed barbarians, and there are the minions of evil gods.

We are all born different and have our own talents.

"The demon has extraordinary blood, or is born with infinite strength, or can grow wings and fly.

The same is true for people, some are smart and have a photographic memory, and some are gifted with martial arts and overflowing with qualifications...

What can determine a demon's success is blood.

What determines a person’s upper limit is potential.”

Han Ying's face trembled, and there seemed to be envy and amazement in her eyes.

Like Ji Yuan, it didn't take long after entering the third level of blood exchange, and he was able to clear six passes in one go.

He has never seen many in his life.

The younger generation is a talented soldier.

Currently it is recognized that they are Jiang Yingwu and Wang Zhongdao.

The former is said to be the Shangying Tianxing, and the latter is said to be the reincarnation of the Flying Bear.

They all have their own extraordinary qualities and have emerged early.

"This Ji Jiulang from Beizhen Fusi is not inferior in terms of momentum."
To be continued...