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Du Jun pondered for a moment, unable to understand the mystery of Bone Rei. After pondering for a moment, he did not put Bone Rei in his arms anymore. Instead, he opened his mouth and put Bone Rei into the dantian in his abdomen. Once the monk achieves his merits and sinks the dantian and opens his dantian, he can collect some magic weapons.

Although Du Jun was curious about this magical power of Gu Yin, he was not anxious. When he returned to Xuanyin and mastered the method of refining the magic weapon, he would have a result.

The cave was pitch black at this moment. Fortunately, Du Jun was already in a small land of sinking fields. He looked at it and could see five feet away. He stood up and was about to look for the way to leave. Suddenly, his heart felt strange. His face turned solemn, he paused and looked back at his back.

In the darkness, there was silence.

In one breath, a majestic lunar calendar aura rushed in, like a knife, and like thousands of arrows, rolling in like thousands of acres of huge water coming from the sky, causing Du Jun's face to change drastically, and there was a little more horror in his solemnity. The power that surged in was so powerful was like a bright moon compared to Naquhou's soul banner.

In just a moment, Du Jun couldn't stop retreating dozens of steps, and his body trembled continuously, as if he was hit hard. His figure was like a floating flutter in the wind in this vast lunar calendar aura, swaying unsteadily.

The next moment, when Du Jun finally couldn't hold his feet steady and looked up, he saw a hazy figure stepping into the darkness, and in a trance, he came to Du Jun.

When Du Jun saw the figure clearly, he couldn't help but sucked a few breaths of cold air, and a huge sensation in his heart caused a huge wave, because the person in front of him was the corpse he encountered in the cave where he picked the intestines!

The corpse stood quietly in front of Du Jun, and the lunar calendar aura on his body was leaping and surging violently, and a cassock like a catkin. Du Jun dared not act rashly. The lunar calendar aura that the corpse inadvertently emitted by the corpse could not bear it. Moreover, the lunar calendar aura emitted by the corpse was not as smooth as before. It was obvious that the corpse was burning with anger at this moment.

After a stalemate, the lunar air on the corpse became more and more surging. Suddenly, it roared to the sky. With this roar, a shrilling wind suddenly blew into the dark cave, and there were even more Devil's crying howlings in the cold wind.

In the yin wind, Du Jun suddenly felt a chill, and his limbs seemed to be frozen. It was condensed by the Xuanyin technique, and the yin and cold vitality in the dantian seemed to be frozen at this moment.

In the darkness, the corpse stepped out and came to Du Jun's extreme closeness. He poked out his withered palm, grabbed Du Jun's neck, and lifted Du Jun up. Although Du Jun was determined to dodge, the corpse had magical powers. At this moment, the corpse was tied up by the corpse, which immediately suffocated his chest and tried hard to gradually spread the vitality in the dantian into the meridians, which was better.

At this moment, Du Jun didn't understand what the corpse meant. He turned a sudden turn in his heart and said to himself: "Looking at the corpse that dies but does not die, the turtle breath is clearly a peek at the vein of the earth. It was just because of some unknown reason, so he couldn't get his wish for a long time. At this moment, the vein of the earth was reversed by bones..."

Thinking of this, Du Jun showed a bitter smile on his face, and he couldn't help but think of the saying "Good is a disaster", but there was still a little luck in his heart. He thought: "Looking at the corpse's behavior, it seems that I have not discovered that I am in a state of rebellion, but how can I get a glimmer of life at this moment?"

As soon as he thought of this, the palm of the corpse that grabbed his neck suddenly shrank. The force of this shrinkage was clearly to take Du Jun's life, making Du Jun feel hot and suffocating from his chest. He couldn't help but squirt out a mouthful of blood.

The blood flew onto the corpse's arms and instantly merged into the withered arms of the corpse.

Du Jun's mind was already dazed at this moment, but he knew in his heart that even the corpse's eyes could probably take his life, but the corpse was obviously in anger and couldn't help but strangle him to death.

Just when he thought he would die, his neck suddenly loosened and the corpse actually let go. Once his feet fell to the ground, he staggered a few steps and couldn't help but bent over and cough violently. After a moment, his chest felt a little more relaxed, but he looked up at the corpse in surprise.

The corpse looked at him silently. After a while, he reached out to the void and grabbed it. The few grabs made Du Jun spew out another mouthful of blood with a "wow". The bright red blood entered the air but did not dissipate, but instead condensed into a stream and floated into the corpse's hands.

The blood was held in the hand of the corpse and slowly merged into the rotten palm of the corpse. The corpse watched quietly, and waited until the blood completely merged into its palm, but it was still silent, just the faint light jumped in the two dark eye sockets, as if it was remembering something.

Du Jun looked at the corpse cautiously, but suddenly found that at some point, the lunar calendar aura that was everywhere disappeared, and he was filled with sadness, which made him unable to help but ask himself: "This sadness is the corpse in front of him?"

After a long time, the corpse raised its hand and threw something out, blue and stood in the void. Du Jun saw that it was the object that had been pressed under the corpse before. At this moment, he saw the whole picture, but it was a book.

A strange wind suddenly erupted in the cave, and the books floating in the air rustled and kept flipping. As the books were flipping, dense texts came into Du Jun's eyes.

The wind did not stop, but the book stilled in the wind. The book was wide open, but there was no text on the pages on it, and some were a lotus, a golden lotus.

Flowers bloomed and the strange bird left, a "hissing" white air appeared on the man. In the white air, his flesh and blood were reborn.

Suddenly, the man's limbs in the middle shook violently, causing the four iron chains as thick as mountains to "cool", like thunder. At some point, the man had already raised his head, his face was covered by his hair and beard, but blood lights burst out from his eyes, and there was a sound of thunder.

The man was stunned and murmured: "This bloodline..."

On the four iron chains, the trapped people also raised their heads in unison, their eyes stiff and dull, just staring at the man in the middle.

After a long time, the man in the middle shook his astonishment, laughed wildly, and roared at the void: "Since we meet, I will give you a great fortune."

In one sentence, the aura on his body became much stronger.
Chapter completed!