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Chapter five hundred and twelve new varieties

One person can definitely challenge all the great martial arts masters and martial masters. It can be seen that everyone has been unable to attack them for so long.

Those who react quickly have already started to run away, or they have sacrificed magical weapons, hanging thousands of pure Qi to protect their heads. But those who react slowly have to fight each other.

"Buzz!"

Thousands of mountains trembled, sand and dust rolled, and endless gravel fell from the top of the mountain and the mountainside. In just a moment, the ferocious beast's aura storm could not reach far, and it immediately exploded into the sky and covered the earth. Buzz! The sky was dark and the earth was dark,

Flying sand and rocks, a huge storm of destruction turned into a high wall, spinning with the giant beast as the center, and quickly expanded in all directions.

"ah!"

Screams continued, and countless martial arts masters bleeded from their orifices, one by one flying out in the air. All of these people were talented in the world, and could move mountains and mountains. They were all high-ranking leaders in the aristocratic families.

But in front of this world-destroying ferocious beast that burns the sky and surges into the sea, it is completely inadequate.

"Jie Jie!"

When the great Asura saw this scene, he laughed strangely. Although he did not dare to extend his mental power, he could clearly see the movement outside through Yang Ji's giant bees.

"These guys deserve their misfortune! Yang Ji, you must not expose it, otherwise letting them know the details will probably tear us apart."

The great Asura laughed strangely.

That being said, the Great Asura is almost certain that these people did not notice them at the beginning, and it is even more impossible now.

As for the future

Anyway, Yang Ji will leave here after that, where can these people be found?

"Forty-seven, forty-eight!"

Yang Ji ignored the Great Asura. He was very busy now, very busy, and had no time to make jokes with the Great Asura.

This kind of opportunity may only come once in a few lifetimes, and every second is very precious to Yang Ji. Every moment, a large amount of ferocious beast essence pours into Yang Ji's body.

The essence of these ferocious beasts has to be refined before it can be used even by powerful warriors, but Yang Ji is different. The "Heart of the Great Asura Warrior" in his body can easily refine the impurities and ferocious energy in it.

Use now without any worries.?

Yang Ji knew it well. Before reaching the eighth level of martial arts, this was probably his greatest blessing.

"Forty-nine ways, fifty ways"

Yang Ji opened his Dantian and let go of his meridians. His flesh and blood were like a dry sponge, frantically absorbing the essence and energy of the ferocious beasts that were everywhere around him.

"Hahaha"

Yang Ji's hands and feet kept moving, and his heart felt extremely happy. His power soared, making people feel extremely refreshed. The only regret was that the effects of the beast's essence and blood were not endless.

Yang Ji gradually felt that the impact of Zhoutian's acupuncture point was getting slower and slower, and the effect was getting less and less. It was obvious that the effect of the beast's essence and blood was slowly being exhausted.

The difficulty of impacting the subsequent Zhoutian acupuncture point has gradually accumulated to a certain level. Other means are needed.

"Fifty-one, fifty-two!"

Yang Ji was like a black hole, wildly devouring the essence and blood of the ferocious beasts around him. The aura on his body was getting stronger and stronger, and he was getting closer and closer to the eighth level of martial arts.

Although he has not really broken through the bottleneck, but nourished by the essence and blood of ferocious beasts and various adventures, Yang Ji does nothing now. He does not use the eight-armed demon or the bronze magic weapon. The power of his physical body alone is enough.

It has surpassed the level of the eighth-level primary martial arts master and is infinitely approaching the level of the intermediate-level martial arts master.

For those seventh-level martial arts masters, this is simply an existence that is looked up to and infinitely terrifying! No one can stop Yang Ji.

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight!"

Yang Ji thought silently in his heart.

The effect of the ferocious beast's essence and blood on him is getting weaker and weaker, and the great martial arts sects outside have gone and returned. Moreover, Yang Ji can clearly feel that under the internal and external attacks of himself and those warriors, the strength of this ferocious beast has become more and more powerful.

The weaker you are, the less time you have left for yourself.

Yang Ji had no other method. First, he could only speed up the time and increase the absorption of the beast's essence and blood to accumulate the effect of impacting the seventy-two Zhoutian acupoints.

Boom!

His whole body was shaken, and another large hole in Yang Ji's body collapsed. Now there are only thirteen "Xiongguanmandao" left in Yang Ji's body still standing.

In this aspect, it can be said that Yang Ji has completely surpassed Sima Shaozhen and Zhang Pu.

"Thirteen paths. Only the last thirteen paths are left!"

Yang Ji secretly gritted his teeth in his heart. The last thirteen Zhoutian acupoints gave him a harder and harder feeling than all the previous acupuncture points put together.

"Since it has become difficult to attack the acupuncture points, I will simply store this essence and blood to increase my physical strength!"

Yang Ji gritted his teeth, and the next moment he did not hesitate to sacrifice the "Hua Long Po Jing" he had newly learned from the imperial court. This unique skill was used to enhance the strength of the physical body.

When attacking the Zhoutian acupuncture point was not very effective, Yang Ji did not hesitate to choose to use the newly learned Dragon Pond Sutra to refine and hone his physical strength.

"boom!"

A black hole seemed to appear in Yang Ji's abdominal dantian, and the next moment, the billowing beast essence and blood surged straight into Yang Ji's body like a river.

This absorption speed is more than ten times stronger than Yang Ji's before.

"This is too strong!"

Not to mention Yang Ji, even the Great Asura's eyes widened. Although Yang Ji refined the Dragon Pond Sutra, it was only recently, and there has never been any occasion to use it.

This is the first time I have used it, and its power is simply stronger than the Evil Prince's "Abi Kung"!

"Ah! It's so powerful! So this is the power of the Dragon Pond Sutra!"

Yang Ji closed his eyes and felt like the carp that jumped into the Hualong Pond in a sutra painting. Under the influence of the water in the Hualong Pond, its flesh and blood disintegrated while stretching its muscles and bones to rebuild its body in one step.

He kept pushing towards the beast-level powerful body step by step.

"collapse!"

The tendons in Yang Ji's body made a sound like a steel bar, and the muscles were strengthened and thickened visibly to the naked eye. The blood vessels and meridians in the body were also greatly widened and toughened.

In a short period of time, Yang Ji's physical strength skyrocketed, like a small humanoid beast. And it was still growing.

"Hurry! Time is running out!"

The urging voice of the Great Asura came in my mind. The flesh, blood, essence and blood of this ferocious beast were so powerful that even the Great Asura would be jealous. And because of this, this opportunity was even more rare.

The strong men from all sides outside have returned and participated in the fight. There are more and more scars on the beast's body, blood is pouring out, and it seems that it can't hold on for long.

There is not much time left for Yang Ji!

Yang Ji must race against time with these people. For every second that goes by, Yang Ji can get one more point of beast essence and blood, so his strength will increase by one point.

"Don't worry, I know what to do!"

Yang Ji smiled confidently.

With a crash, the Hualong Pond was destroyed, and a "blood pool" faintly appeared in Yang Ji's dantian. Like an endless abyss, a powerful suction force erupted.

Waves surged from all directions, and all the ferocious beast essence and blood poured out endlessly like a river. Yang Ji was like a humanoid ferocious beast with its belly open, devouring all of it crazily.

"Buzz!"

Yang Ji's power had already reached a peak, but now, under the influence of the "Hua Long Pond Sutra" and the blood essence of the ferocious beast, it has grown again.

These powerful high-level energies invaded Yang Ji's bones along his veins and transformed Yang Ji's bones in a strange way.

Yang Ji's bones were originally bright red, but now, they actually show a faint golden color, constantly exuding stronger and stronger vitality, and extending from one end of the joint to the other end, and then all the way.

"boom!"

Yang Ji's whole body was shocked, as if he had broken through some kind of bottleneck. Without the help of the bronze blood weapon and the eight-armed demon, Yang Ji's strength actually broke through the bottleneck and completely reached the level of the eighth-level intermediate martial arts master.

At the seventh level of martial arts, without officially breaking through to the eighth level of martial arts, he could actually reach the same level as the eighth-level intermediate martial arts master. This is simply shocking.

In terms of the strength and power of his physical body alone, Yang Ji is now simply a small tyrannosaurus, or a small ferocious beast. At this level of cultivation, it has almost reached a terrifying height that makes people tremble. The front is already there.

There is no way to get in.

However, Yang Ji's intention was not yet finished. With the last edge of his strength, he broke through the bottleneck of the middle-level martial arts master and rushed forward for a while before stopping.

At this point, it is already difficult for Yang Ji to make progress, whether it is the seventy-two Zhoutian acupuncture points or the physical strength.

Although the ferocious beasts around him had a lot of essence and blood, it was difficult to increase Yang Ji's power.

But Yang Ji was not discouraged at all.

"If you can't use it anymore, just take it away!"

Yang Ji's eyes lit up, wow, and he opened the mouth of the Najie bottle without hesitation, and waves of golden-red blood like a river surged over the sky and covered the earth, roaring from all directions and pouring into the Najie bottle.

The Najie bottle itself is a huge space, and it is perfect for storing the essence and blood in the ferocious beasts at this time.

"Crash!"

I saw a series of golden-red waterfalls sweeping in from all directions, submerging all the positions of the mustard bottle, and disappearing in an instant.

Yang Ji used the Najie bottle to absorb the essence and blood of the ferocious beast much faster than others. If any of the eight major martial arts sects and martial masters in the valley saw what Yang Ji was doing now, they would be crazy with jealousy.

, I have the intention to kill him.

"Owner"

Just as Yang Ji was collecting essence and blood from the ferocious beasts, suddenly a weak wave of consciousness sounded in Yang Ji's mind.

"Queen bee?"

Yang Ji was surprised and paused slightly.

"Master, can you get me some of the essence, blood and flesh of this ferocious beast? Especially the flesh and blood, it is of great use to me. I think that maybe I can help the master create some new weapons that can resist the attacks of the Great Wuzong and Wuzun.

Variety." (To be continued.)

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