Chapter 37 Another mutant

Chapter 37 For several days in a row, Feng Yun Wuji stayed there quietly, with dull eyes. Looking at the skeletons carrying ups and downs, it was not surprising that Mo Li knew that this newcomer was temporarily immersed in this kind of blow.

For ten days in a row, Fengyun Wuji didn't move. Mo Li sighed secretly and lay down in the corner of the wall, thinking to himself, "The next time you extract the real qi, there are still 20 days left. Let him enjoy this calm for a while."

A cold wind echoed in the underground water prison. Mo Li couldn't help but tighten his clothes and was in a trance, as if those heroic and dry days in the past appeared in front of him again.

The next day, Fengyun Wuji woke up and opened his eyes. In the first sentence, Fengyun Wuji asked, "Senior, that thing (referring to the demon god sculpture), but according to the difference in the amount of true qi, it absorbs the true qi in proportion?" Mo Li was slightly surprised and didn't expect that he would be thinking about this problem, but he nodded immediately.

Fengyun Wuji nodded, lay down against the wall, and stopped talking.

For the first time, Mo Li felt that this teenager was really weird, and no one knew what he was thinking.

On the third day, the breath of Feng Yun Wuji suddenly weakened significantly, and on the fourth day, it was obviously much weaker.

The breath of Fengyun Wuji weakened day by day. On the sixth day, the breath of Fengyun Wuji was almost the same as that of Mo Li.

"What are you doing?" Mo Li finally couldn't help asking.

"I compressed all the real gas in my body into a ball, stored it in Dantian, and sealed it."

"It's useless. You just dragged back the empty time of real gas in your body."

Feng Yun Wuji smiled at it.

In the past few days, he has been thinking that one world will reject creatures from another world, so the best way, naturally, is either completely stronger than the repulsion of the world, or to assimilate with the world.

As for the former, there is no doubt that the power of rejection will vary with the size of the power of another world in another organism.

The greater the energy itself, the greater the power of rejection. It is almost impossible to completely strengthen the power of world exclusion in a world. Therefore, the only way is to assimilate with the power of the world.

In the first step, the energy of the contraction itself has been done, and the pressure outside the body does not seem to be reduced.

But Fengyun Wuji knew that it was only because he was much weaker without the support of Zhenqi.

Fortunately, the intensity of divine consciousness has little to do with true qi.

Fengyun Wuji sat down next to Mo Li and reached the third day of the 'Imeaning Sword Body Dafa', and the consciousness of the third layer of the realm of heaven radiated out in an amplitude.

This fluctuation of consciousness will not be rejected by the power of the world.

Consciousness suddenly became hazy. The next moment, Fengyun Wuji felt that he had incarnated into a mass of invisible energy, covering a vast space. Everything in this space was exposed to the eyes and appeared delicately.

In the wisps of network at the top of the prison, there are all kinds of different energies flowing densely.

Between the walls, there are some strange green characters as thin as ants.

Fengyun Wuji can't understand the mystery of these connected characters.

Further extending out, the dense breath is marked like a dot in the picture. The breath is strong and weak, and some consciousnesses in the air are sweeping around. Obviously, these consciousnesses are not as strong as the consciousness of the wind and cloud, and the intention is obviously much weaker.

Fengyun Wuji originally planned to communicate with them, but in the end, he was still full. His consciousness went straight to a corner of the water prison passage, and a demon guarding by the torch rushed to the point.

This demon's cow's head, pig's mutton's horse's hoof, and a pig's tail, holding a bronze fork in his hand, and a bronze ring on his nose, full of fine black hair.

Fengyun Wuji's consciousness penetrated the body of the demon clan. The demon clan suddenly widened its eyes, and the whole body did not move.

Ji's disgust and dislike of the demon clan, Fengyun Wuji has no scruples at all, and completely erases the consciousness of this low-level demon.

It was quiet in the passage, and no one thought that the demon clan leaning against the wall was already an unconscious walking corpse.

Fengyun Wuji's consciousness quickly scanned the body structure, internal organs and meridians of the demon clan, especially the magic qi in these demon clans.

There is no doubt that the body structure of the demon clan is different from that of the human body. Their meridians are more resilient and stronger than the ordinary people. Their physical resilience is strong, but in general, the meridian of the demon clan is not very different from that of human beings.

In the magic world space, the most unique nature is the strong magic gas. Fengyun Wuji found that the magic gas here is similar to the magic gas in the masters of the demon realm, which are all negative energy, but there is no doubt that the magic gas in the magic world is far stronger than the magic gas in the ancient space.

There was a sound of footsteps in the distance, and Fengyun Wuji's consciousness reflected that a group of strange demons carrying black robes were stepping forward. Fengyun Wuji did not dare to hide, so he took his consciousness back like a low tide.

By the way, a mass of magic gas wrapped from the lower demon's body was brought back to the body.

For several days in a row, Fengyun Wuji closed the six senses and carefully studied the magic gas in his body. As for the death of the demon clan, it seemed to have been treated as an accident and did not attract much attention.

Although Fengyun Wuji tried his best to save it, the magic spirit captured from the body of the lower demon clan quickly disappeared.

Fengyun Wuji once again walked out of this cell in the form of consciousness, killed a low-level demon clan again in the same way, and once again obtained a mass of magic.

Before and after, Fengyun Wuji killed a total of more than 20 low-tending demons in the underground prison. More than 20 groups of magic gas are enough for Fengyun Wuji to study these magic gases.

On the twenty-seventh day of entering the underground water prison, a faint ethereal black magic came out of Fengyun Wuji's body that had been sitting for a long time.

Originally, he had been indifferent to Fengyun Wuji. Mo Li, who let him do it, opened his eyes and his face changed. A pair of turbid eyes stared at the faint magic outside Fengyun Wuji's body.

"Another mutant!" Mo Li meditated for a long time, and suddenly such a sentence burst out of his teeth, which was also the first sentence he heard after Feng Yun Wuji was sober.

Open your eyes, Feng Yun Wuji looks at the ink plough, and his eyes are shining...