As soon as they saw the person, the people in Jijiazhuang shouted and fled towards the center of the village.
Without saying a word, Xie Donghai moved as fast as a ferocious beast towards the center of the village.
Ignore ordinary people.
In the center of the village, several people were already waiting.
They are the patriarch Ji Shiqing, Grandpa Teng who named Ji Xukong before - Ji Tengshan, and two middle-aged men with rough faces and protruding cheekbones.
Finally, Ji Congxin was also included.
These five people are the only five masters left in Jijiazhuang who have opened up the sea of suffering.
"Haha, are you ready? Hand over all your belongings and I will spare your life."
Xie Donghai was not afraid when he saw the people in Jijiazhuang preparing for the attack. He glanced at the five people and was startled when he saw Ji Congxin's young face, but he didn't take it to heart.
How can the small flowers growing in the greenhouse, which have not been washed by wind and rain, be compared with this big tree that has been struck by swords and lightning?
"Thank you, nephew, we at Jijiazhuang deeply sympathize with you for your encounter. We also know your purpose. There are three elixirs here, please accept them."
To Xie Donghai's surprise, the head of the Ji family directly took out three elixirs, and a weak amount of essence overflowed.
My face was full of pain.
Ji Shiqing decided to spend money and avoid disaster after discussing with the elders of the clan.
Xie Donghai sneered, not surprised. He had encountered it before. The first time he just accepted to leave, but later he regretted it.
Being able to take out three plants proves that there are more.
So, he shook his head and said: "Not enough."
"How much do you want?" Ji Shiqing's face turned pale.
Xie Donghai stretched out five fingers.
"Five! Then hand over all your belongings and let me search you. Otherwise, I will destroy you all!"
Xie Donghai's cold words were devoid of any emotion.
"Okay, but you can't hurt anyone in Jijiazhuang."
Ji Shiqing nodded helplessly, but as soon as he finished speaking, five people took action at the same time, and several cold arrows were fired from the dark, all aimed at Xie Donghai's vital points.
Hard to guard against.
However, Xie Donghai has experienced many battles, how could he be attacked by surprise?
He was like a gust of wind dodging left and right, and almost all his cold arrows missed.
There was one shot that he couldn't dodge. His hand was like a knife and he directly chopped the cold arrow away.
Then, the six people handed over.
After just one fight, several people in Jijiazhuang felt bad. Xie Donghai was shining brightly in the sea of suffering. Every move was powerful and destructive. Being hit by it was like being hit by a huge boulder.
In just a dozen moves, several people were knocked away one after another, and Ji Congxin was no exception. He fell to the ground in a panic, with blood stains on the corners of his mouth.
Xie Donghai is too strong.
Most of these people have ventured into the sea of misery through dangerous means. They have no resources and have made little or even minimal progress in their cultivation. How can they be Xie Donghai's opponent?
Ji Cong felt embarrassed and got up from the ground. The opponent was too strong, but he was surrounded by his relatives and friends. What could he do?
We can only face the difficulties head on.
He rushed forward again.
It is quite heroic as the wind rustles and the water becomes cold.
"Congxin! Be careful." Ji Shiqing shouted, and he vomited blood. Seeing Ji Congxin rushing up, he quickly followed.
Ji Congxin is the future of Jijiazhuang and cannot be lost.
“Don’t overestimate your own capabilities.”
Xie Donghai sneered, his whole arm was glowing, and thunder erupted. It was obviously a secret technique, so powerful that he wanted to destroy Ji Congxin with one punch.
Don't bully a young man into being poor, or beat him to death if you bully him.
Ji Congxin did not dodge, he punched Xie Donghai's face, and the weak energy gathered in his fist.
At the same time, Ji Congxin shouted: "Jijiazhuang cannot be humiliated, you must die!"
As if life and death had long been disregarded, even if he was not Xie Donghai's opponent, he would exchange injuries for injuries and sacrifice his life to punch the opponent and spit out evil.
"childish."
Seeing this, Xie Donghai sneered disdainfully. He was strong and fast. If he hit the opponent first and seriously injured him, how much strength would Ji Congxin's fist still have by then?
Can you still hurt him?
Therefore, he did not avoid it.
But just when Xie Donghai's one-armed hand was about to hit Ji Congxin, Ji Congxin's other hand suddenly struck out, as fast as lightning, striking second and first, grabbing the opponent's fist directly and preventing him from moving.
Xie Donghai was suddenly shocked. His punch, which was so powerful that it could kill a monk in the Sea of Bitterness Realm with one punch, was easily caught by the opponent.
"Not good."
Xie Donghai secretly thought, but he didn't have time to react. Ji Congxin's other fist had already arrived. It was as light as a sharp sword, but with energy, Ji Congxin's fist entered the Yintang point between Xie Donghai's eyebrows.
Then, the short blade transformed into energy exploded directly in his head.
"impossible……"
Xie Donghai looked at Ji Congxin in front of him and widened his eyes. The amount of essence contained in the short blade was not much, but the quality was too high, and the purity was far more than ten times that of his.
One is paper and the other is iron.
As a result, he had no resistance at all.
"In the sea of suffering, the essence cannot be so pure... and the spring of life is also difficult... Could it be..."
Xie Donghai's eyes widened as he seemed to have thought of something.
Ji Congxin screamed in pain at this moment, and he flew back directly, as if he had been hit hard, breaking two large willow trees ten feet away before stopping, vomiting blood at the mouth, and turning pale.
"Follow your heart!"
"Congxin, are you okay?"
…
Ji Tengshan and Ji Shiqing quickly stepped forward and helped Ji Congxin up.
Ji Congxin waved her hand weakly and said feebly: "Nothing, deal with Xie Donghai first."
The five of them stood together, all staring at Xie Donghai warily.
Xie Donghai also widened his eyes and stared at the five people motionlessly.
Big eyes and small eyes.
After a quarter of an hour, Ji Shiqing first noticed something was wrong. He rolled his eyes, kicked up a stone under his feet, and hit Xie Donghai directly on the forehead.
Xie Donghai, whose eyes widened, was actually hit and fell to the ground.
Approaching carefully, Ji Shiqing picked up a big knife and suddenly cut off Xie Donghai's head. Seeing that Xie Donghai never resisted, the five of them were relieved.
"Congxin, you can do it! Just punch him to death."
Ji Tengshan patted Ji Congxin on the shoulder and couldn't help but praise.
Ji Congxin coughed weakly twice, indicating that she didn't do it herself.
Several people gathered around Xie Donghai's body and made several guesses. Finally, under the guidance of Ji Congxin, they came to the conclusion that Xie Donghai must have fought too much and his old injuries recurred at a critical moment, and he died.
Ji Congxin's punch was just an introduction.
Otherwise there is no way to explain it.
"Be true to your heart! You were lucky this time. Don't be like this next time. When facing a strong enemy, you must protect yourself and don't fight hard. You are the future of my Jijiazhuang, and there is no room for failure."
In the end, the clan leader Ji Shiqing gave Ji Congxin some earnest advice, telling him to be cautious and steady from now on, and not to be reckless or impulsive.
The same goes for Ji Tengshan and the other three. Ji Cong had no hesitation and did not hesitate after being repelled. He rushed towards Xie Donghai alone, which really shocked them.
Ji Congxin coughed and retorted righteously: "Clan leader, without Jijiazhuang, what is the meaning of my Ji Congxin's life? In order to defend Jijiazhuang, what's the point of being injured? What's more, on the way to practice, we should
What is the ability to evade and dodge in the face of a strong enemy? I personally think that a truly strong person should have the courage to punch the stronger one. Not to mention one Xie Donghai, there are ten or a hundred. Is it possible that I, Ji Congxin, am
A person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, living an ignoble existence? He has a big scar on his head, but fourteen years later he is a good man again!"
"Who has never died since ancient times? Even the great emperors of ancient times will have their bones buried one day. I don't want to look back on the past when I grow old and feel regret for living an ignoble existence and shame for not daring to draw my sword against a powerful enemy."
Ji Congxin's words were sonorous and powerful. Although his complexion was weak, his eyes were full of fighting spirit, as if he dared to fight no matter how powerful the enemy was.
Ji Shiqing and others were deeply moved by these words.
Like loud bells and huge drums, it was beating in their hearts.
None of them dared to look at Ji Congxin. It was as if the other party was a born king, destined to rule the southern region and become a leader-level figure, while they were just subjects.
"Okay, well said!"
After a long time, Ji Shiqing reacted first and couldn't help but sigh, "I am no longer as good as you young people. Dare to fight and fight. Maybe this is the reason why you can open up the sea of hardships at a young age, so that you can cultivate with big forces in the future.
The genius competition."
…
Ji Congxin was supported and returned home.
After that day, the way Ji Shiqing and others looked at Ji Congxin changed, and they came to seek Ji Congxin's opinion on all important matters.
Under Ji Congxin's instructions, several people burned Xie Donghai's body and then buried it to prevent accidents.
On Xie Donghai, a magic formula, six elixirs, and a small box were found. After the magic formula was copied by Ji Shiqing, all three items were sent to Ji Congxin.
But Ji Congxin didn't want the elixir.
Looking at the spell and the small box, Ji Congxin had a headache.
He is working hard to refine the Saint's Claw, making a little progress every day, and living a comfortable and stable life.
But damn Xie Donghai, his strength was exposed.
Although he thought he was doing well, he asked the clan leader to spread the news that Xie Donghai had snatched three elixirs and left in style.
But how long can it be hidden?
What if people know that he killed Xie Donghai?
What would you do if the Black Tiger Gang came to your door because of this?
Isn't he in danger?
"Hurry up and improve your strength!" Ji Congxin was filled with a sense of urgency.
He looked at the scroll and saw that the Emperor's son, who originally looked like an egg, had now turned into a man.
Next to it is the ancient tea tree of Wudao.
It has been two months since he got the Claw of the Saint. The refining has been progressing every day, and now he knows how to use it.
If you randomly get an item from the opponent, who should you choose?
After all, the service life is -1 each time, and the cost is too high to be messed with. Moreover, the harvest is linked to one's own strength, and the stronger it is, the more cost-effective it is.
Therefore, for the time being, Ji Congxin is only planning to use the Saint's Claw once.
After thinking about it, he turned his attention to the Emperor. He had already been born and he could not let him grow up too smoothly.
Communicating with the claws of the saint, all the essence of his body poured into it. The claws of the saint suddenly jumped out of his sea of suffering and rushed towards the pattern of the Emperor's Son on the scroll.
In a trance, Ji Congxin found that his consciousness was attached to a big hand. He ignored the space and came directly to a huge palace.
The palace is vast, with a spring pool in the center. Thousands of auspicious energy and rays of light are gushing out. It looks like a divine pool at first glance. The aura is so rich that it cannot be dissolved.
And around, there are many precious medicines planted, each of which is constantly exhaling essence. It is a real treasure, and the essence is overflowing.
At the front of the palace, the Emperor's Prince was leaning on a throne made of sacred gold, his eyes staring at a piece of broken clothes, motionless, his face cold, as if he was thinking about unhappy things.
A giant hammer hung diagonally on the wall behind him.
At this moment, in Ji Congxin's eyes, the emperor's appearance became illusory, and his whole person was transparent, with only the outermost outline.
Its internal structure was clearly visible to him.
He directly saw that there were a large number of treasures in the Emperor's sea of suffering.
There is a heavenly sword, which seems to be able to cut the sky and destroy the earth; there is a treasure tree, which Ji Cong can clearly see in his heart, is actually the ancient tea tree of Enlightenment. It was cut off in its entirety by others and left to the Emperor of Heaven. There are a large number of Enlightenment leaves accompanying it.
Surrounding it; there is a scripture, made entirely of blood-red fairy gold, as well as formation flags, divine sources, heavenly palaces...
There are too many treasures, gathered in one body, which makes everyone envious. It can be said that with these treasures, even a pig can follow the path of God, let alone the emperor's son with unparalleled qualifications and unparalleled bloodline.
Ji Congxin thought quickly. He could only choose one of these treasures, which was confusing and difficult to make.
Without much hesitation, the claws of the saint he transformed directly grabbed the blood-red scripture in the sea of suffering.
The Emperor's heart is filled with violence now, and he wants to kill people and destroy all things!
After he was forced to be born, he originally thought that he would be able to meet the little thief in two or three days. This was always the case.
In this way, he can avenge his previous shame and vent his anger.
Unexpectedly, I never saw the little thief again.
Suddenly, he saw a big golden hand, ignoring all obstacles, coming directly to his sea of suffering and grabbing his scriptures.
The Emperor was shocked. This was the Immortal Sutra left to him by his father, the Immortal Emperor. How could it be lost?
His soul turned into a little man, the sea of suffering shone brightly, and his divine power was endless. At the same time, a fairy phoenix appeared in the nine heavens, a bright moon appeared on the sea, and ten suns shone in the sky. They all worked together to stop the golden hand.
However, the golden hand is mysterious and strange, and its origin is unknown. The Emperor used various methods, but he was unable to defeat the golden hand.
The two parties competed, with the blood-red Immortal Sutra as the center, and no one gave in.
After more than ten breaths, Ji Congxin gradually felt a little lack of energy and that his strength was too weak.
I was a little reluctant, but I gave it up when I had to. The Saint's Claw has many wonderful uses. With a slight twist, it actually divided the Immortal Sutra into more than ten parts and scattered them in all directions.
He controlled the Saint's Claw and grabbed two pieces in succession. He also wanted to grab the third piece, but was stopped by the Emperor. After two failed attempts, Ji Congxin only regretted the defeat.
The Emperor's son watched helplessly as the Emperor's Ancient Sutra forged with phoenix blood red gold was divided into more than ten parts, and then his golden hands snatched two copies and left gracefully. His head exploded immediately.
The golden hand left his sea of suffering and flew into the air with the ancient scripture of the emperor. The emperor threw eight large flags, all of which were engraved with complex Taoist patterns. The flags exploded, and the terrifying fluctuations half-destroyed the palace. Countless priceless medicines were destroyed.
It was blown up and turned into debris.
It took a long time for the thick smoke to dissipate, but where was the golden hand or the Immortal Sutra?
The Emperor looked at everything that was destroyed and felt his heart bleed.
He felt like someone was targeting him.
"ah!"
He roared angrily that the Emperor's ancient scriptures had been robbed. He felt extremely depressed and had nowhere to vent. He was a child and had not provoked anyone, so why would anyone bully him?