Chapter 295: Six or Nine Days of Disaster

Wu Jiang saw the hundreds of red tentacles reaching towards him. His fear had twisted his face. He opened his mouth, his eyes were round, and there was no exclamation.

A tentacle stabbed into Wu Jiang's body like a wasp's tail needle. Although the tentacle is small, the pain caused after the needle stabbing is enough to make people collapse instantly.

At the extremely yin end of the altar, a huge magic hand enveloped Ji Changhua's body, and countless blood poured in and connected with his soul, but looking at his appearance, it seemed to be very enjoyable.

"The flow of essence!"

The ferocious faces of Qi Rongtian and Ji Changhua showed at the same time, and these four words were like the roar of hell. The scarlet tentacles began to squirm, and a trace of blood flowed along the tentacles and turned into Ji Changhua's soul.

"Ah!"

Wu Jiang screamed loudly and felt that the essence of his whole body was abruptly taken away from his body. Every inch of flesh and blood in his body rose violently, and the hoarse mute began to roar again.

After a while, Wu Jiang's throat was bleeding, and he was no longer able to make a sound. His essence flowed out. He was dying and fell to the ground softly.

"The soul is transferred!"

In Ji Changhua's cold voice, the scarlet tentacles on Wu Jiang's body trembled and directly penetrated into his bone marrow, and more penetrated into the sea of knowledge in his brain. The remaining few souls overflowed crazily like the water of the open river, and injected into Ji Changhua's body under the manipulation of the magic shadow.

Ji Changhua's soul grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, making a comfortable moan, feeling the soaring breath in the soul, and couldn't help laughing on his back. Although this feeling had been experienced countless times, it was still very wonderful. With the inflow of Wu Jiang's soul and essence, he seemed to be soaked in the warm warm water. I can't help myself from being comfortable.

"The last breath, absorb Shouyuan!"

The Taiji yin and yang pattern on the altar suddenly lit up, and the scarlet tentacles were cheering. Wu Jiang in the eyes of the polar yang array suddenly shrank. His body dried up quickly, and his skin was dry and thin as bones. Soon, even the flesh and blood and bone marrow were invisible. At this time, Wu Jiang's body was only one human skin left, early. He died of breath.

However, Ji Changhua laughed loudly. After absorbing Wu Jiang's essence, soul and Shouyuan, the breath burst, and the dark green soul flashed and got a big supplement, and the body placed under the altar was also full again. The flesh and blood were crystal clear, with a strange luster, and the old color in his eyes gradually faded and turned away. For the appearance of a real teenager.

"Old Ji, how sure are you to hit the soul now?" Qi Rongtian was also a little envious, but the body of demons could not blend with the soul essence of human monks, and it would not be so troublesome for demons to devour others, but the power it could absorb was extremely limited. Seeing that Ji Changhua was so excited, he hurriedly asked.

Ji Changhua has been immersed in the joy of the beginning. Only after surviving sixty-nine days can he reach the peak of the divine soul realm and have the opportunity to reach a higher level.

Since the integration with Chi Rongtian, he has devoured the soul essence through the chaos of the sky. Although he piled up his cultivation into the realm of seven turns of the soul, he did not dare to attract the disaster of the soul, because this method of increasing cultivation is too harmful to the sky, and the number of disasters that comes is afraid that it will be terrible.

But now he has to try, because his longevity is not much, and this ancient magic array is about to collapse, so he can only fight to the death.

After carefully understanding the current power, after ponding for a moment, Ji Changhua said in a low voice, "Well, it's a pity that Wu Jiang's soul consumes too much. Although I feel that it can lead to six or nine days of disaster, I am not sure whether I can overcome the disaster."

"What should I do?" Qi Rongtian screamed, "The magic array is about to collapse. Without the assistance of the magic array, I'm afraid you won't have a chance again."

"It doesn't matter. Every time I do something, I will keep my hands. I thought that absorbing the spirit and blood of Feng Yang and other three people was enough for me to survive the disaster, but I didn't expect them to escape." Ji Changhua's face showed a trace of intolerance. His palm turned over, and a golden dragon flew out, coiled in front of him, turning into a huge palace, but it was the Huayue Hall, one of the Seven Halls of the Three Holy Sects.

In addition to the Gongyuan, the Seven Halls of the Three Holy Sects are all magic weapons, but they are never used against the enemy or move easily. Unexpectedly, when Ji Changhua entered the trial cave, he brought this magic weapon as a mountain gate.

"Xuan'er, come out. Now there is a great opportunity in front of you."

Huayue Hall opened, and a teenager flew out, with red lips and white teeth, and a strong spirit. It was Ji Xuan.

Ji Xuan was shocked to see the surrounding environment, but still knelt down in front of Ji Changhua: "Sun'er has seen Uncle Zu."

Ji Changhua nodded slightly: "Xuan'er, your cultivation has reached the peak of your physical state, and you are still one line away from stepping into the divine soul realm. Now there is an opportunity. With the help of this formation, you can condense your soul."

Although Ji Xuan was a little uneasy about being stirred by the surly demon gas around him, his face was still happy. Only when he refined his soul could he really step into the Taoist door? How could Ji Xuan not be excited and hurriedly bowed again: "Thank you, uncle."

"Brother blazing, I still need your help to help him condense his soul." Ji Changhua said lightly.

Why didn't you know what Ji Changhua meant? There was a cold smile on his face, and his voice condensed into a line. He said with a strange smile, "Hey, your old man Ji is really cold and ruthless. For his own sake, he will sacrifice his direct descendants, which is more vicious than our demon clan. However, what is it suits my appetite."

"My body has been used for hundreds of years, and it has long been rotten, and it's time to change another one," Ji Changhua said faintly, "I have been preparing for this son for a long time. If he can help me through the six or nine days of disaster, I will not care about his daily cultivation."

The blazing Rongtian said nothing more. He looked at Qian Ji Xuan coldly, and his heart was a little frightened. Although he was also surprised by the horrible appearance of the other party, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Please help me more."

"Okay, old man Ji has used a lot of elixirs for you, and your savings are enough. You can get through the last level at any time, and I will help you." The blazing sky shouted, and one hand had reached Ji Xuan's Tianmen.

Ji Xuan's qualifications are also good, but his heart is a little worse. In the past few years, Ji Changhua has used a lot of all kinds of spiritual liquid elixirs, and even spent his own soul to cut his hair and wash his marrow. At first, he really regarded him as his nephew of the younger generation, but he didn't have any other ideas. Now it's time to use it. Wait, he pushed him out without hesitation.

A scorching mana surged from Ji Xuan's Tianmen, all the way, wandering in the acupuncture points of his whole body. Suddenly, Ji Xuan felt hot all over his body, and his clothes were instantly burned to fly ash, and the skin was red, as if bleeding.

Ji Xuan opened his mouth and shouted, when did he experience such pain? For a moment, he just wanted to faint quickly, but a strange force kept hitting his mind and keeping himself absolutely awake.

"Ky, your heart is so bad that you can't take that step alone. Now I can only help you in a domineering way." The sneer said.

The domineering method he said is at the cost of consuming Ji Xuan's essence and foundation. Even if Ji Xuan steps into the soul realm, it is impossible to go further in the future, but Ji Changhua doesn't care. All he wants is Ji Xuan's soul and body, and he doesn't even care whether he can withstand the disaster of the soul.

Just as Ji Xuan died in pain and was about to collapse, a virtual shadow appeared from the center of his eyebrows. This virtual shadow gathered into a small person and beat endlessly. Finally, he was firmly pressed by the blazing magic power and integrated into the eyebrows again.

At the same time, Ji Xuan's mind is also under the impact of melting magic power, opening up an independent space. The soul is condensed, and the sea of knowledge emerges. As long as you get through the disaster of the soul, you can enter the real soul realm.

"Well, boy, the pain you have suffered is finally valuable. The soul has become. You can prepare it. When you go outside the trial cave, you can get through the disaster of the soul." The blazing sky laughed.

Ji Xuan was in a trance. Although he scolded this blazing sky half to death in his heart, his face was still respectfully thanking. The cohesion of the soul was always a good thing, and a trace of joy could not help but appear on his face.

"Okay, Xuaner, your soul has condensed, so you can enter this array and stabilize it." Ji Changhua waved casually and sent Ji Xuan to the extreme sun end of the altar.

As soon as he entered the altar, Ji Xuan felt something was wrong. When he saw Wu Jiang, who had only one human skin left, he was suddenly scared and scattered, and a feeling of panic gushed out in his heart and screamed:

"Uncle!"

Ji Changhua turned a deaf ear, and the magic gas rolled. The chaos of the heavens and yin and yang had been running again, and the magic shadow on the moon above his head also squirmed again.

Regarding the frequent disappearance of senior brothers and sisters in Huayue Hall, Ji Xuan also occasionally heard people mention it, but he did not think about it deeply, but at this time, he somehow remembered it. The fear in his heart was unspeakable, and he couldn't help shouting loudly, but with his cultivation, how could he break the power of the siege of the altar?

Ji Changhua said coldly, "Xuan'er, don't blame your uncle and ancestor. You have my blood, and your skills are also passed down from generation to generation. After six or nine days of disaster, you are my best body. I will live for you, and I can even help you get the throne of the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. You will come to the whole land of Shenzhou. All this is not what you want. Do you want it?"

"No, uncle, uncle... I don't want it, I don't want it!" Ji Xuan shouted loudly, and his pale face was full of fear, but the scarlet tentacles of the magic shadow on his head came down again. After a few screams, he soon lost Ji Xuan's voice.

Ji Changhua was bathed in the black light again and enjoyed the pleasure of the soul. Ji Xuan first entered the realm of the soul. The original power was only thirty or fifty. Although his cultivation was far less than Wu Jiang, it was in line with his own blood. The spirit and soul was not wasted at all. He integrated with Ji Changhua effortlessly and spent six or nine days. The certainty of the robbery is a little bigger.

Unlike Wu Jiang, Ji Changhua did not take the last breath, leaving Ji Xuan's flesh and blood. He died in six or nine days. Even if he crosses it, Ji Changhua's aging body can't withstand the bombardment of Tianlei. He must be ready to take away his body. This Ji Xuan is a top. Good body.

"You can also go in!"

Ji Changhua said coldly, waved his hand. There were nearly 500 disciples who were hiding in the Huayue Hall, regardless of the inner and outer door, the elder steward, all of whom were thrown into the Jiyang end of the altar by Ji Changhua.

Many of these disciples didn't understand what was going on at all, but they instinctively began to be afraid and screamed one after another. They didn't understand how the kind elder who was usually full of magic, which was simply a terrible demon.

The screams kept coming from the chaotic array of the sky. I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, the whole array trembled, and the color of the sky and earth changed. A stream of thunderstorming air drilled out into a thunder cloud with a radius of a hundred miles. Before the thunder hit it, the chaotic air was scattered and bounced away from afar. ,

In the chaos of the sky, 33 magic pillars shook violently. Under the attack of a huge thunder column, one of the magic columns collapsed, and the rolling magic gas was smashed by the thunder. Ji Changhua finally triggered the six or nine-day disaster.