Chapter 231 Congenital Breath

At this moment, in the wallless jade world, two eyes are staring at Ji Mo's whereabouts at this moment. Ji Mo and Ji Fu are walking slowly along this passage leading to the ground. The further down, the more you feel the temperature below, the higher it is. For a moment, it makes Ji Mo feel incredible.

And the people above, under the arrangement of the chief of Ji Yuanfeng, also dispersed and were busy. After all, the Ji clan is waiting to be happy, and there are still many things to do. Therefore, Ji Yuanfeng himself, including Ji, also left this place, leaving only ten Ji soldiers to guard here.

At this time, Ji Mo and the two have been walking for a long time. They can faintly feel the powerful energy fluctuations revealed below, and even mixed with huge warmth and heat, which are just emanating from below.

"Brother Mo, it should be almost down. I feel an extremely warm energy that is eroding my body." Ji Fu was in the rear and followed Ji Mo's footsteps closely. Then Ji Mo suddenly stopped his steps and muttered, "Fumei, we are here."

Then, Ji Fu looked far and saw a huge stone room space in front of him, which was completely built under a kilometer deep underground. What's even more incredible is that there is no stone pillar, just like the huge underground world cast in the air.

This underground world is extremely vast. As Ji Mo and others enter again, they feel the magnificent atmosphere here. Countless weapons left by the Ji clan, and even the genealogy of the Ji clan. Since ancient times, from generation to generation, all of them have been recorded on a giant. The big stone wall in the world.

This stone wall is extremely large. According to Ji Mo's preliminary estimate, it should have an area of 1,000 square meters. From beginning to end, all the names of each generation of the Ji clan, including the direct line and the direct line, are all above. If you look at it from beginning to end, there is no doubt that it will directly dazzle Ji Mo.

Ji Mo went straight to the front, and the first name was reflected in Ji Mo's eyes. The character represented by this name was naturally the first ancestor of the Ji clan. His name was Ji Huang. It is the descendant of the human woman and the mysterious fairy phoenix ancient clan, with the ability to pass through the sky.

At this moment, Na Jifu looked around curiously and looked like an incredible appearance. She didn't think that there were so many weapons, even firearms and armor. If all of them were taken out here, it would certainly cause a sensation in the whole fairy continent.

"Fumei, it seems that this is all left by our ancestors. We can take out and arm a force to defend the latest power that has just been established."

Then, Ji Mo walked to a red armor. When his hands touched the armor, he felt the scorching temperature. Ji Mo immediately stopped, and in an instant, there was a strong frightening.

"Brother Mo, this should be the fire phoenix armor of our Ji clan. When it is started, it can unfold red light like a phoenix. The whole world will be covered by flames, which is extremely gorgeous and powerful." Ji Fu looked at the set of red armor and was shocked that this magical phoenix armor really existed.

After scanning for a while, Ji Mo threw himself on a stone platform. From entering to now, the only thing that surprised Ji Mo was the strange stone platform. There was a mass of light above, which was floating and standing, and under the light mass, there were 16 light filaments. Connect to the light mass.

Seeing this, Ji Mo understood and shouted, "Is this the innate breath of this Ji clan?" Obviously, these airflows in front of us are the most mysterious and powerful innate spirit of the Ji clan. Then, Ji Mo's eyes turned to the stone wall behind him.

The words on the stone wall began to shock in an instant. The above said, "If you want to inherit the innate spirit of the Ji clan, you must first abandon the immortal way and walk the holy way. If you have practiced the immortal way and turn to the holy way, you must first disperse your achievements."

Seeing this, Ji Mo suddenly realized that the reason why the old people were so powerful was their unique way of practicing truth. To be precise, this was a set of ways to cultivate the truth of practicing saints. For the Ji people in those years, it was precisely because of this innate spirit that they became famous on the whole continent.

Generally speaking, cultivating saints is not as easy as cultivating immortals, but once successful, you can immediately have a strong power, which is directly comparable to the realm of immortals, which no one can ask for.

"Brother Mo, are you really going to break up?" Ji Fu took a look at the words on the stone wall.

Ji Mo thought for a while and nodded. At present, only by completely dissipating his whole body can he achieve the holy path with a pure mortal body. What's the fun of cultivating immortals? What's the joy of Xiandao? Nowadays, it is better to abandon immortals and become a saint to alleviate the upcoming human crisis.

Then, when I saw a flower in front of Ji Mo, I saw a figure that looked very similar to myself, which appeared in front of me. It was the sword soul that controlled Ji Mo Yuan God. Today's knife soul has grown to an extremely strong level, and can rely on the yuan god to freely enter and exit Ji Mo. The body.

"I said, boy, since you are ready to disperse your work, this yuan god body should be given to me. If I repair another one, I really don't know how many years it will take?" The sword soul said with a cunning face.

Ji Mo was speechless. He didn't expect that this could be passed on, and it was too perverted. Perhaps he was the only one in the world who had the courage to give the yuan god he had cultivated for a long time to others.

"There's nothing you can do. Don't you know that once I dissipate, the whole yuan god will dissipate in an hour?" Ji Mo's requirements for the idea of the knife soul are obviously helpless, and there is nothing he can do about Ji Mo's answer. It seems that if you want to condense your own body, you still need to rely on yourself.

Then, all of Ji Mo's breath burst out. With Ji Mo's painful face, Ji Fu could clearly feel the torture that needs to be brought by Sangong. A person who has practiced for a long time now suddenly wants him to disperse all his skills, which is obviously extremely painful, not only physically. The pain is even more psychological pain.

However, with the dissipation of Ji Mo's whole body, the yuan god in his body is also constantly collapsing, and all the Yuansha power has become empty. At this moment, Ji Mo, without any Yuansha power, is exactly the same as he did not practice at the beginning. Now He is a guy who has just entered the real world, and he can easily pinch him to death.

Then, Ji Mo suddenly stepped out of the stone platform, and the continuous pure breath around him began to converge into Ji Mo's body. Slowly, Ji Mo's whole body cells, bones, and even skin all began to suddenly become stronger under such a huge innate breath.

Jimo's body is strengthening with leaps and bounds, and his breath is also rising at this moment.

It is even countless times stronger than before. It is innately strong, which is really beyond Ji Mo's previous prediction. His whole body is shining with brilliant light and looks extremely holy. Now Ji Mo can say without hesitation that he can collapse the world by fling his fist.

If the current Ji Mo exerts the nine-type once again, the power generated must be a thousand times higher. Once the ninth type comes out, even the continuous sea water can split a thousand kilometers of huge waves.

At this moment, a picture appeared in Ji Mo's mind, which was a nine-style picture of his family's unique learning to slaughter the law. A teenager was practicing hard in the mountains and forests. Every time he split an axe, he would wave a light of air, and there would be a tall tree, which would be thoroughly Down at the bottom.

The nine-style passed quietly in his mind, and then, all of Ji Mo's body and mind were shocked, and a strange picture emerged. This was in a vast white snow. The snow was like a fluff, falling gently, and the teenager held a spinning axe in his hand without any breath fluctuations.

Then, the teenager calmed down for a moment, and the axe suddenly shook, and an axe light split out. At this moment, Ji Mo could clearly feel the amazing power in the axe light.

"This...is this the first type of Jingyu Bazai, the soul-killing style?" Ji Mo was extremely surprised and roared in the bottom of his heart.