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078: Don't think death is a game

Pull out your palm.

Jiang Dali had an extra leather scroll in his hand.

There are no fonts on the surface.

But a prompt appeared on Jiang Dali's panel.

"You have obtained the secret skill of the Earth Level, "One Yang Finger"."

"The Duan clan of Dali, how could Zhu Ziliu obtain the Yiyangzhi that he learned from Nandi Yideng so easily?

Yes...this is an ancestral skill after all, so it is normal to carry it with you and study it every day."

Jiang Dali's pupils shrank slightly, his eyes flashed slightly, and then the corners of his mouth slowly formed a smile, the arc became wider and wider, and finally he couldn't help laughing.

The opportunity in this world is truly extraordinary.

First, he obtained the "Nine-Yang Divine Art", and then he obtained the "One-Yang Finger", the secret skill of the earth level.

Although this kind of magical configuration cannot be compared with Zhang Wuji, who originally obtained the "Nine Yang Magic" plus the heaven-level secret skill "The Great Shift of the Universe", it is not bad at all.

Perhaps the only thing that needs to be worried now is how to quickly improve these two extremely potential skills.

With a little joy.

Jiang Dali walked towards the magic eagle that was struggling and writhing on the ground.

A bloody hole was poked out of the Demon Eagle's abdomen by Yiyang's finger, but his eyes were still cold and cruel. Even though he was injured, he did not whine. Only when he saw Jiang Dali, his eyes became softer.

"A few minor injuries, nothing to worry about."

Jiang Dali stroked the Demon Eagle's head and stuffed the Jade Dew Pill into the Demon Eagle's mouth.

The demon eagle's energy and blood also slowly recovered.

"Keep eating meat, don't waste it. Maybe if you eat this white ape corpse, you will have a chance of evolving into a strange beast."

Jiang Dali pointed to the corpse of the white ape standing aside.

The demon eagle gave a low cry, rushed to the white ape's corpse and continued to peck at it.

Jiang Dali glanced at the entrance of the cave tunnel, then returned to the Ice Soul Jade Stone. Holding the rosary for surviving calamity, he opened "One Yang Finger" to meditate, trying to learn this earth-level martial arts again.

However, a stick of incense passed by.

Jiang Dali had no choice but to give up temporarily.

Even the ice soul jade and the rosary beads for overcoming disasters have a supplementary effect on concentrating on practice and are helpful for understanding martial arts.

But without the state of enlightenment just now, the effect of this bonus assistance is not particularly fast. It is still very difficult to learn Yiyang Finger in a short time.

In a whole stick of incense, he had only scratched the surface of his comprehension, which was reflected in the progress bar on the panel, only about 2% of the progress.

Although this progress is very gratifying, compared to the current situation, Jiang Dali still gave up on continuing to practice in this cave.

Zhu Changling is not just an unknown person, this is the Kunlun Mountains.

Now that the other party died in his hands, Jiang Dali thought it would be better to leave before no one noticed.

"Not to mention Kunlun He Taichong and Na Wu Santong's descendant Wu Lie, there must be some hidden masters here in the Kunlun Mountains. The noise I made this night was not small, and even the panel sent out a warning.

Now that the magical power has been obtained, to be cautious, we should quickly return to our home territory."

Jiang Dali suddenly stood up, drew out the golden-backed nine-ring knife, and began to try to dig out the ice soul jade from the ground.

The excavated ice soul jade is not too big, although it weighs about one hundred kilograms.

But to Jiang Dali, it was nothing, just the weight of an adult man.

Immediately, he wrapped the Ice Soul Jade with tough tree vines and carried it on his back.

After asking the Demon Eagle to stay in the cave these days and eat the white ape, Jiang Dali walked out of the cave and left.



Outside the cave, the rain has weakened, and the drizzle is like gauze and fog, covering the entire mountain. In the night, everything looks misty and illusive.

Jiang Dali carried a heavy load, so he used Qing Kung Fu and used some footholds and branches and vines to get down the mountain.

A group of passionate guild players are still waiting.

But at some point, a few people were missing, and several of the top leaders of the Hot-Blooded Guild looked even more anxious. They stepped forward happily when they saw Jiang Dali coming down.

"My hero, you finally came out. The master who called himself Zhu Wu Lian Zhuang asked us just now, and we said that you went to collect medicine in the cave. Now that I see you, I feel relieved. Is everything okay? That Zhu family master

Woolen cloth?"

"That master..."

Jiang Dali stared coldly at the senior executive who spoke, chuckled twice, and said coldly, "You all know that I have told you to keep a low profile and not attract the attention of the Zhu family, but you still betray me at the critical moment, you are a bunch of losers!"

"Hero, I...we...don't know."

The top management of the Hot-Blooded Guild was busy and nervous to explain.

"Okay, get out of here. I don't have time to argue with you guys."

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, and left after passing the player.

"Wait, hero, you can't just leave like this."

The top brass of the Hot Blood Guild quickly stopped Jiang Dali and said mournfully, "Actually, there is something we haven't told you yet. Wan Shen, he has escaped. You have to help us catch him again!"

"oh?"

Jiang Dali laughed, "It seems that the few of you who were missing returned to Wan Chen's house while I was in the cave to capture Wan Chen.

If the people from the Zhu family hadn't appeared, you wouldn't have had the courage.

But after the people from the Zhu family showed up, you probably also expected that I might be in trouble, so to ensure your interests, you sent people in advance to capture Wan Chen."

"Papa!——"

Jiang Dali had a sarcastic smile on his face, and clapped his hands in response to the awkward expressions and repeated explanations from the Hot-Blooded Guild and other players, "It's a pity that you underestimate me too much. Since I dare to leave Wan Chen in the room like this,

No one can capture him in advance, at least not you losers."

The face of the senior executive of the Hot-Blooded Guild changed, "Have you been prepared for the fact that we might be tempted to attack Wan Chen in advance?

You insidious guy.

You keep saying that we are useless, and sooner or later we will surpass you!"

"New color! Don't anger him."

Player Xiao Siyue couldn't help but scream.

"Beyond?"

Jiang Dali's eyes flashed with sharp coldness, "I don't know what it means!"

His hands suddenly moved, and his fingers spread out quickly.

Boo hoo hoo——

In an instant, the rain curtain tore apart.

Cold light flashed randomly, and the sound of piercing the sky was loud.

All the players' expressions changed.

The shrill and piercing screams suddenly broke the silence of the night, and then came to an abrupt end with the disappearance of more than a dozen white lights.

next moment.

The only player left in the field was Xiao Yiyue, who was standing frozen and frozen on the spot.

He was so frightened that he stood there with a pout, staring blankly at Jiang Dali, who seemed to have just raised his hand. His mind was filled with thoughts of the cold hidden weapon that had just bloomed like a flower.

The cold hidden weapon harvests life, but it is as bright as flowers blooming, with cold and warm intertwined, like purple lightning and wild thunder.

"You are not too useless, you know how to look. Remember, what I am willing to give you is yours, otherwise it will be nothing. Don't think death is like a game."

Jiang Dali walked by with a huge stone and a sword on his back. He left a deep voice and disappeared into the rain.

"Don't think death is like a game?"

Little April's feet seemed to be nailed to the ground by iron nails, and she could not move at all. Her hair was mixed with rainwater and stuck to the corners of her eyes, and she muttered to herself.

"But isn't this just a game...? No...no...I feel now that everything is too real..."


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