final catastrophe

93. Chapter 41
Xia Ji squinted his eyes, and his whole figure flickered. The secret confrontation between the two just now had clearly determined the outcome.

and the loser
He has come to the center of the island, looking at the Taoist robed man sitting cross-legged on the eight-petal lotus bluestone. Although his head has exploded and his flesh and blood are flying, it does not prevent Xia Ji from confirming his gender. The dusty temperament that can be felt from the head and body.

Although to the dead, gender and temperament mean nothing.

Kicking the dead "little Taoist priest" who had just fought against him, Xia Ji began to look around.

The fortune is not fixed, and usually condenses into mortal things, so you still need to look for it.

Behind the Taoist is a clean small wooden house. It is said to be a wooden house, but it is actually a gazebo. Through it, you can see the trestle bridge not far away. The wooden bridge extends about hundreds of meters into the sea.

And on the small platform at the end is a simple awning boat, presumably it is just a prop for the Taoist to go fishing and entertain himself on weekdays.

"Not here." Xia Ji murmured, turned his head and continued to search.

On the west side, there are many tropical sea trees and chic pebbles. The stones are mostly blue and milky white, paved with a winding path that can only be walked by one person. The salty and wet sea breeze is coming in from it, bringing the hearty sound of "cracking" leaves.

Although the sea breeze is biting, it carries the freshness of plants, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. It really deserves to be the place where "immortals" live.

And the east side. The same?
Except for a very inconspicuous water pool, but Xia Ji likes to look at these "inconspicuous" places.

He approached quickly, bent down to look at the cold pool, there were waves in it, and the ripples were automatic without wind, spreading back and forth, making it impossible for people's sight to see through.

Suddenly, Xia Ji laughed "hehe", because his eyes saw the reflection in the pool: an ancient tree!
There are obviously no trees around here, so where does this reflection come from?
"It's just an illusion."

So he directly raised his right hand with two fingers together, carrying the golden light of Liuyuan Daotian, slowly wiped it across his eyes, breaking all falsehood.

rustle
Xia Ji raised his eyebrows as if the boundary of some cover had been broken, and then found that there was an old tree beside him. The body of the tree needed to be embraced by five people. It seems to be a map somewhere, engraved on the tree in an elongated form.

In fact, he was already standing here, but his "true eyes" were not opened, so he couldn't see clearly.

He is not good at spiritual hallucinations.

But it doesn't matter, his body is invincible, no matter how powerful and terrifying the opponent is, he can wipe them out with just one punch, and this is enough to make up for all shortcomings.

Feeling the dense clouds and mist above his head, he pushed back a little two steps and began to look at the ancient tree.

The situation of fortune is different, and it is not uncommon to condense into ancient trees.

I saw that the ancient tree's branches and roots were like black dragons, but there was no leaf. Instead, it was replaced by dense clouds, dense into a sea, filled with mist and waves, permeating the tree, making people's sight impenetrable, and at the same time creating a sense of insignificance.

And the ends of the branches are dotted like ink, like a dragon protruding its head, overlooking the people under the tree among the floating clouds.

So Xia Ji climbed directly to the top of the tree, and while climbing, he drew strange symbols on the tree, those symbols were obtained from Yin Jiuchang's texture on the one-time isolated copy.

After reading it, the pages of the book burned themselves, and then Xia Ji wrote quickly, and the textures slowly faded away in his mind.

The texture is distorted, obscure and weird, giving Xia Ji the feeling of the pattern on the Silent Coin as a whole.

It's just that the latter is broken, while the former is complete.

It will be written soon.

After clapping his hands, Xia Ji jumped down from the top of the tree. At this moment, there was an inexplicable and extremely slight turbulence between the heaven and the earth, and it was accompanied by a mysterious sense of gathering. All rivers return to the sea, just like all the lights They all gather towards this tree.

Turned into a trickle.

Originally, the sky of Xiaoxue was even darker, and the clouds gathered together, like the cover of a car pressing down on the ground.

The black cloud suddenly covered the gossamer, like a cracked eggshell, and the frightening brightness behind it could be vaguely seen. It seemed to suppress nine thousand thunderbolts, and the wrath of heaven sent down to cleanse this dirty world.

The bursts of winter thunder are originally a vision of the world.

And at this time, this vision has already been born!
Bright white lightning snakes crawled out from the clouds and landed on the edge of the island like branches, rising and falling one after another, building a prison of lightning, as if to block the gathered energy and make it disperse.

The mysterious flow of fortune comes and goes, unable to enter.

The whole world became dark and dull, except for the thunder, the lightning-like light among the clouds, and Xiaoxue among the flashes of light.

The momentum is so great that mortals can't look up, only dare to kneel down.

Xia Ji snorted coldly: "Here to make trouble again."

While his figure was flashing, he actually went towards the thunder and lightning that blocked the fate. While running, his right hand was stretched out, the boulder was cracked, the mud and sand were boiling, and countless fine metal particles quickly gathered in his palm.

This exercise is a mythical exercise that was put together after two catastrophes. The exercise is called "The Secret Copy of Zhentian Jinwanyin", but because the name is too troublesome, Xia Ji gave it a name himself.

Well. It's called Duracell!

The function of this technique is to absorb metal, which is equivalent to extending the six yuan Daotian, making it one more yuan.

It's just that Liuyuan Daotian's methods are all attack techniques, which are equivalent to natural disasters, but the Duracell can only absorb and gather, but cannot directly manipulate the gold, silver, copper and iron in the world to attack.

But this is already very good, with the fire element and water element, Xia Ji can almost instantly condense any metal weapon.

At this moment, he condensed a long metal rod!
Then it's a pillar of the sky!
As if teasing, he raised the long metal stick high in the thunderstorm, and headed towards the sky full of thunder and lightning.

The thunderbolts seemed to have discovered the provocateur, and the lightning that had poured down and turned into a cage came towards this place, and the electric fence covering the island was also broken in an instant.

As a result, the flow of fortune that was blocked outside was no longer hindered, and rolled towards the golden ancient tree.

squeak.
creak creak
Countless bolts of lightning followed the long metal stick and rushed towards the person holding the stick, wanting to bring this thief who dared to offend Tianwei to justice on the spot.

Standing by the sea, Xia Ji couldn't see his figure clearly. His whole body was bathed in the light of thunder, like an "extremely powerful" light bulb, flashing and shining brightly!

"It's so numb and comfortable that people want to sleep." Xia Ji held a stick in one hand, and yawned at the same time with the other hand drooping boringly.

He tentatively stretched out his toes and tapped the sea water on one side
A piece of lightning centered on his toes, immediately dyed the waters white, and soon many dead fish surfaced on the water.
(End of this chapter)