final catastrophe

Chapter 350
"Hiding and hiding, you know how to hide. Can you hide from the first day of junior high school and the fifteenth day of junior high school? I hate it like a ghost, and I'm still so timid, it's really useless!" Xia Ji shook his head in hatred, he no longer controlled Let her hair spread out, like a black tentacles covering the sky.

But each tentacle carries great terror and horror, like the countless ghost snakes in the deep valley with their heads held high, looking at the gods in the clouds as food, showing greed and eagerness to try.

Because every hair is a devil!
Suddenly, the head of an evil spirit seemed to be squeezed, rolled down from a side slope, and landed at Xia Ji's feet.

Xia Ji lowered his head slowly.

The air suddenly became quiet.

The head of the evil ghost was about to flee wildly, but it just moved, and Xia Ji grabbed it in his hand. He held it up and said: "Look at him, how brave he is, he sacrificed his child for the truth, I am proud of you .”

After all, he slashed the "child" with a knife.

The magnifying glass stared at the structure again for a long while, but still didn't understand anything
Bang! !

The head exploded in his hands, scattered into pale powder, scattered in the torrential rain, and passed away like gravel between the ghost's broken body and broken arms.

Holy shit! !
If the evil spirits could speak, they must be roaring these two words in their hearts at the moment.

They might have been lucky at first, but after the two ghosts disappeared completely, they became terrified.

Like a bewildered rabbit, it began to run away crazily.

Xia Ji's figure was falling rapidly, and the [-]-meter pale hill was shrinking rapidly, becoming a little shriveled, and the man with the knife felt that he was much shorter.

He didn't mind either.

It's just that the black hair filled the sky, rose up, and then turned into countless black lights, piercing down like a tide.

What is even more frightening is that usually after a hair falls, it will swim, flow, and stab the heads and arms of one evil ghost after another, stringing them neatly.

Not one can escape!
All the evil spirits were stuck in their hair, making endless cursing sounds. If someone walked nearby, even if the ghost engraving was turned on, they would go mad with loud voices behind their backs.

But Xia Ji just smiled, controlled the hair and sent the evil spirits to him one by one, dissecting them one by one.

I tried a hundred of them first, but I still haven't noticed the doorway.

I tried a hundred more, and I have a feeling.

After more than a thousand years, he finally wrote the first truth.

Looking at the extremely simple pattern drawn on the notebook, it is just a simple "one" character, falling from top to bottom, but it is written by a brush full of ink.

So that some places are swollen, some places are slender, like a deformed caterpillar, or a centipede.

Xia Ji was not very satisfied, and directly noted "caterpillar" under this truth, but after writing, the word "caterpillar" began to move by itself, and eventually became the word "Moon Corpse II". This is its original name.

At any rate, it is considered complete.

No matter what, Xia Ji finally understood that this "truth" is not a self-created power through analysis, but a power that already exists.

There is a big difference between self-created and explored.

Naturally, Xia Ji would not be satisfied with this. He stood in the rainstorm, his hair full of teeth and claws, and tens of thousands of evil spirits strung together.

What is the source of all this?
Unable to find anything, he continued to analyze.

After a day, two days.

He waved the scalpel tirelessly, and the surrounding soil was covered with off-white powder, and during this period, there were new evil spirits, which were pierced and inserted between the vacant hair as a backup.

Probably after understanding the rules, Xia Ji's speed became faster and faster, more than several times faster.

After the original dissection, observation, recording, and experimentation are still required, and it has changed to the extremely rude "hands up and down, take a look".

There are more and more things densely recorded in the notebook.

Tens of thousands of ghosts die as they say.
Feeling the pale voices coming from all directions, and the weird crawling sounds, Xia Ji secretly sighed: This is really a good place for research.

The evil spirits, regardless of life and death, rushed forward one after another, scrambling to contribute their bodies, all they did was to dedicate themselves to the research of truth.

This fearless spirit moved Xia Ji very much.

Undoubtedly, the previous "Moon Corpse One", "Proverbs", "Living Field" and "Thorn Pupils" reappeared in the notebook.

In addition, there are "Moon Corpse II", "Moon Corpse III", "Flame Break", "Splitting Forest", "Drowning Dew", and "Burial Bones".
A total of ten truths.

Other than that, nothing else.

No matter what kind of analysis is made in the follow-up, it just goes around in these ten articles, it seems that it is restricted by something, and it is impossible to get more.

Dissected nearly ten thousand evil spirits again, but still could not get more.

Xia Ji gave up his plan to continue.

"It seems that we have reached a certain bottleneck."

An indifferent voice came from the ghost.

At this time, the rainstorm had stopped, and the transpiration temperature made the world hazy, and the fog was so thick that you couldn't see your fingers.

"I always feel that there is an inexplicable and unknown taste, it has been a long, long time, as if" Xia Ji frowned and muttered, trying to remember.

He always felt that he had felt a similar breath in his "previous life", but he really couldn't remember where, when and where.

The Chaos Sea is too chaotic, the Doom Sea is too deep, and the Infinite Continent is too wide, even the bottom cannot reach the end, and the existing species have never been seen.
The texture style of these ten "truths" is somewhat similar to the distorted graphics painted on the silent coins.

But he didn't know the real origin of the silent coin.

It's just that in the depths of the Taoist battlefield, when eating and singing songs, I often found such coins and thought they might have some value, so I randomly collected them in my dreams.

But the Taoist battlefield is very strange, it is not a face-to-face battle at all.

Not even knowing where the enemy is.

Everything that can be noticed, that can appear in front of your eyes, and that can leave a corpse is all small.

These little guys are young and full of vigor, and after destroying a few worlds, they feel that they are qualified.

But the vastness of this world is far beyond their comprehension, so they all became cannon fodder.

Of course, for Xia Ji, these little guys are also food that is tribute from all directions, with exotic flavors, and food that he will run to when he grows legs.

On the Taoist battlefield, Xia Ji is the only existence who can run from east to west, from west to east again, like a traveler, no matter how he walks, there will be no accidents.

Seeing the little minions die strangely while walking, Xia Ji also felt speechless.

The battlefield is too big, too big to be calculated in light years, and it is impossible to travel from here to the other side even with a single thought.

(End of this chapter)