Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

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More than ten minutes later.

Ji Zimo fought and retreated, temporarily avoiding the pursuit of Shui Ningyan and others.

"Cough cough!"

He felt a sweetness in his throat, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and a trace of pain appeared on his cold and arrogant face.

Being surrounded by so many masters, Ji Zimo had already suffered serious injuries.

But his eyes were determined as he looked into the depths of the passage.

"I must get the fragment of the Jade Tripod!"

"As long as you join Taixu Palace, you can get rid of the Demon Sect and get rid of that man."

"Then, take revenge on him!"

Although Ji Zimo was born in the Demon Sect, he is not a true demon cultivator.

His martial arts skills came from his mother who was captured by the devil.

His mother's bloodline is very special.

It is an extremely rare spirit, but is coveted by people because of this.

Ji Zimo witnessed with his own eyes that his mother was kept in a pen like a pig or a sheep, her blood containing secret power was extracted every day and finally refined into a human pill by his biological father.

The purpose of the Demon Sect's leader giving birth to him was not to continue the family line.

Instead, he wanted to refine Ji Zimo, who had broken through to the Golden Core stage, into a precious pill!

How similar is this situation to that of the babies who were sent into the bridge tunnel?

That's why Ji Zimo felt emotional.

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A long time passed.

Ji Zimo finally found the underground river.

On the river bank, you can vaguely see the skeletons of many babies.

They seemed to be brought to the river by something.

The river was deep, with a strange blood-red color, and shadowy figures were swimming around.

"It's Master Mo! Everyone be careful!"

"Don't get close, stay away from him!"

There are also monks from other sects here.

After seeing Ji Zimo, they immediately became alert and spoke out, ready to attack at any time.

After all, the Demon Sect is notorious.

The young master of the Demon Sect is definitely not any better.

Ji Zimo was calm and had long been accustomed to these hostile gazes.

I just feel a little bit ironic.

The actions of some of the monks here are clearly more like those of the devil than his!

Ji Zimo quickened his pace and tried to get out of people's sight as soon as possible.

After discovering his injuries, many people will definitely take action.

Fortunately, this group of people were frightened by Ji Zimo's previous notoriety and no one noticed anything.

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Regrettably.

Ji Zimo's good luck didn't last long.

While tracing the source of the dark river, he was caught up by the demon cultivator again.

After a hard fight.

Ji Zimo was in a very bad condition and he managed to escape a distance on one breath.

Hiding between the rock crevices beside the dark river.

But given his current condition, it is only a matter of time before he is found.

Blood kept oozing out of his mouth, his internal organs were corroded by the evil spiritual power, and even breathing was a little difficult.

Not far away, Shui Ningyan's charming and sinister voice came.

"Young Master, stop hiding."

"Come back with us."

Despair finally appeared on Ji Zimo's face.

At this time, a ghost baby crawled out of the river and was walking towards him.

He laughed miserably.

"This is good, it's better than being turned into a pill by that person."

"It can be considered as... a kind of relief."

Suddenly, a rough and hoarse voice sounded in Ji Zimo's ears.

"Got you!"

The body of a demon cultivator was thrown like a toy, bringing with it a gust of evil wind, and hit the ghost baby in front of Ji Zimo hard.

next moment.

The hideous and horrible body and the scarlet and strange ghost face came into his sight.

Chapter 120 The second jade piece!

Ji Zimo opened his eyes wide, his expression dull.

"Ghost-faced man!?"

Ji Zimo was not the only one who was surprised.

Many demon cultivators and even the cultivators beside the underground river were all shocked and stared at the ghostly figure.

Just now.

He was like a meteor, crossing a distance of hundreds of meters at an exaggerated speed, and burst into their eyes arrogantly and forcefully.

Shui Ningyan's complexion changed slightly.

In the past few days, she had naturally heard of the Ghost-Faced Man's notoriety and knew how powerful this strange man was.

But why did this person suddenly attack them?

"Sir, please stop!"

Shui Ningyan spoke tenderly, her voice was sickeningly sweet.

"Is there any misunderstanding?"

"I don't remember that I have ever offended you."

Her pretty face was full of pitiful grievance, and her attitude was very humble.

The collar on the chest seems to be opened unintentionally, which has a surprising charm.

When the male cultivators near the underground river saw this, they all turned their eyes away, not daring to look any further.

They recognized that this woman was practicing an evil skill of taking yang to replenish yin.

A suit of charm is extremely extraordinary.

I don’t know how many men were drained of their bodies by her, and thought they were in paradise when they died.

A group of people from the Moving Mountain Sect happened to be nearby.

After comparing them silently, Dry Ice gritted his teeth secretly, somewhat unwillingly: "This witch!"

But she couldn't help but feel worried.

"Ghost-faced man, could it be that he has been bewitched?"

The idea of dry ice just came up.

boom! ! !

A black shadow appeared like a cannonball, carrying with it a terrifying aura, and in the blink of an eye it appeared in front of Shui Ningyan.

Just one hit!

The woman's graceful figure flew backwards and hit a huge rock behind her.

Smoke and dust were everywhere.

Anle said hoarsely: "There is no misunderstanding. I just came to see you."

There was total silence all around, and everyone was as frightened as a cicada.

"Ghost! Noodles! People!"

Then, the sound of Shui Ningyan gritting her teeth could be heard.

"Don't think we are afraid of you!"

She slowly walked out of the smoke and dust, unharmed but a little disheveled.

But at this moment, the charm in Shui Ning's beautiful eyes was no longer there, but was filled with resentment.

She is a femme fatale.

There was a glimmer of greed in her eyes.

"If I could absorb the essence of such a beautiful body, my cultivation would definitely reach a higher level!"

"Ghost-faced man, you will be my stepping stone!"

Shui Ningyan is really not afraid of Anle.

She might not be able to defeat the opponent alone, but when she joins forces with her companions, even Ji Zimo, who has reached the perfect foundation, is no match for her.

Just a ghost-faced man...

boom!

Beside Shui Ningyan, the head of a demon cultivator exploded like a watermelon.

Red and white things were splattered all over the ground.

And what blew it up was a magical weapon that people had never seen before.

It was more than ten meters long, and looked like a giant sword as well as a long stick, with a strange smoke spreading around it.

The entire magical weapon is like an ancient dragon in a sea of smoke.

"What is this?"

All the monks present were surprised.

In the past, when the Ghost-Faced Man went into battle, he relied entirely on his unreasonably brutal blood and flesh.

But now this magic weapon...

The size alone is awe-inspiring.