Chapter 110 A continent of one person, the curse of bronze.
The grand view folded ten times and flew between Xia Ming's fingers.
With his eyes focused, Xia Ming held it firmly in his hand.
He Niansheng, Daguanxianzhou, can he escape by hiding?
The road ahead is not easy, and strengthening yourself is the right path.
In the final analysis, it is still those four words, strength is king.
If you are the devil yourself, why should you be afraid of ghosts, demons and ghosts?
Thinking of this, Xia Ming took a big hand and stuffed all the Daguan currency directly into the aperture.
There's nothing wrong with keeping it, what if you need it someday? Sitting cross-legged in the alchemy room, while the water vapor in the alchemy furnace was circulating, Xia Ming looked at his middle dantian again with anxiety.
During the time when Xia Ming was the elder of Qingdai Peak, he also used the Tianhe Sect's salary spirit stone to refine the middle Dantian.
The sect was reorganized, and an alchemist was so precious, so Xia Ming was treated very well.
But even so, Xia Ming still lacks spirit stones.
The middle dantian is like a bottomless pit, and spiritual stones such as flowing water cannot fill this big pit.
Later, Xia Ming even started refining Foundation Establishment Pills in exchange for sect spirit stones.
Fortunately, hard work paid off, and Xia Ming finally refined the Zhongdantian.
Putting aside the distracting thoughts in his heart, Xia Ming slowly looked inside.
Although he has looked at it many times, Xia Ming still feels helpless every time he looks at the entire Zhongdantian.
Even if his lower dantian became a furnace, Xia Ming really didn't expect that his middle dantian would also undergo changes.
The middle Dantian is chaotic and unclear, like a round chicken, with blood-colored nebula-like connections inside.
Under the cover of stacked nebulae, a smooth seed as bright as a galaxy can be vaguely seen.
Seeing such a hit in Dantian, how could Xia Ming still not guess? The Extreme Sea Blood Wheel probably not only changed his First Heaven Que, it also reshaped the Zhongdantian.
Xia Ming felt that his middle Dantian was a ball, an airtight ball!
What's even more weird is that the ball seems to be still rotating, and the blood-colored nebula in the middle is constantly changing its shape.
There is the Blood Wheel Heavenly Palace below to block it, and there is the Second Day Palace to suppress it above.
It can be said that Zhongdantian directly blocked Xia Ming's path to immortality by its own power.
A normal fairy road should look like this: The monks refined Qi in the lower Dantian, and the Qi surged into the first Tianque, and then built the foundation in the middle the middle dantian, one's own spiritual power is continuously tempered and purified, and finally passes through the second heavenly palace to form a more stable and solid golden elixir. The golden elixir lays a solid foundation for the monk's subsequent Nascent Soul Avenue.
However, Xia Ming's path to immortality began to become outrageous from the foundation building stage.
Relying on the Dantian Chenglu, Xia Ming successfully built the foundation directly in the thick lower Dantian.
After scratching his head vigorously, Xia Ming, the person involved, couldn't help but question his soul.
"Is it possible that I really want to form an elixir in my lower dantian? Then doesn't my lower dantian really become an alchemy furnace?"
As if by mistake, Xia Ming thought of his crazy words that day.
The orifice point is the Dantian, and the Dantian is the orifice point.
If the Lower Dantian Furnace is really a furnace that can produce golden elixirs in batches...
The immortal way of hundreds of golden elixirs might really work!
Hundreds of golden elixirs, hundreds of Nascent Souls, and even hundreds of immortal souls! ?
I'm afraid that by then, the whole world will become my own fairyland! ?
Thinking of this, Xia Ming also became a little uneasy.
terrible! Just horrible! This is not a fairy road, this is clearly a heavenly road!
Just when Xia Ming was proud, the bright seed in the middle dantian shook violently.
The seed seemed to come alive, and with each breath, the vast amount of blood-colored clouds were swallowed up by it.
Then something even more terrifying happened. Xia Ming found that his body began to shrivel up quickly.
Within a few breaths, Xia Ming's barely strong body turned into skin and bones.
Looking at his skinny arms, Xia Ming's body trembled even more.
Are those bloody nebulae the essence of my body?
That thing is eating me! ? Does the middle Dantian represent the physical body? ! Just when Xia Ming was shocked, the bright seed quietly returned to calm.
It was quiet, but half of Xia Ming's life was almost gone.
Looking at the plump seed in his middle dantian, Xia Ming really had no choice.
He didn't know how to move it, he couldn't even make it move.
The origin of this seed is astonishing.
It is an immortal species! To be precise, it was the fairy seed that Xia Ming realized in the mirror world that day.
It is Xia Ming's [The Heart of a Single Man].
Although Xia Ming can't control it now, Xia Ming clearly knows its function.
It was born out of Longwu's magic, so tracing back to its origin, it is also a curse technique.
Curses all have a price, and the price for Xia Ming's curse is his own body, which can be sacrificed from body to soul.
What stands out is that if you kill one thousand enemies, you will suffer eight hundred losses!
However, strictly speaking, Xia Ming's incantation surpassed Long Wu's single-mindedness.
Because once Xia Ming casts the curse, the other party will not only bear the consequences of the curse, but he will also share the pain Xia Ming endures! This is Xia Ming's desire to be a single husband!
Feel what I feel and think what I think! With my flesh and blood body, I dare to invite immortals into the game!
Just think about it, the pain of the physical body is limited, but what about the soul?
Xia Ming's soul is not normal. When the time comes to take the blood pill, who can stand him? ……
Just when Xia Ming was carefully examining the Zhongdantian Immortal Seed, He Niansheng in the cave slowly raised his head.
He was as thin as a withered skeleton, but his eye was like a lone star in the cold night, extremely bright.
Slowly stretching out his skinny palm and looking at the deformed seed shaped like a waning moon suspended in his palm, He Niansheng smiled.
Immortal magic, it is indeed wonderful.
Holding a bronze sword in his hand, He Niansheng stood up little by little.
He Niansheng's figure gradually occupied the entire cave, and several small figures could be vaguely seen huddled in the corners of the cave. "Immortal! Master Immortal! Can you please not kill us..."
"Brother...I want to go home..."
"Brother! I'm afraid!"
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid!"
Protecting his young brother behind him, a dark-eyed boy stood up and faced the one-eyed devil in front of him.
"If you want to kill me, please kill me. Please let my brother go. My brother is still young and he doesn't deserve to die."
Looking at the young man in front of him quietly, He Niansheng said without changing his expression:
"What's your name?"
"Ji Eleven!"
"Okay, Ji Shiyi, today I will teach you a truth, death does not care about age."
Before he finished speaking, He Niansheng's sword flickered, and a thin blood mark suddenly appeared on the forehead of the young man behind Ji Shiyi.
"Brother! Brother! I'm afraid!!!"
Holding his younger brother in his arms, Ji Eleven looked at the slender wound, then at He Niansheng who was not far away, and finally let out a long sigh.
It seems...that immortal master is just trying to scare people.
Seeing Ji Shiyi's reaction, He Niansheng smiled coldly.
The immortal seed in his hand shook violently, and the bronze sword was shattered into pieces.
When the wind blows, it becomes invisible.
Immediately afterwards, the young man's shrill wailing sounded in the cave.
"Brother! Brother! It hurts so much! My whole body hurts! Bones! Skin and flesh! Brother, it hurts so much!"
Ji Shiyi, who was holding his younger brother in his arms, had no choice but to face his younger brother's painful cry.
I saw a shallow layer of patina slowly forming on the forehead wound of the howling boy!
The blood-red rust continued to penetrate along the boy's wound until it penetrated deep into the bone marrow.
In the end, in Ji Shiyi's arms, his brother turned into a handful of crimson rust.
All the bones and blood in the body... even the clothes on the body! All gone.
Looking at the pile of rust in his arms in astonishment, Ji Eleven's whole body was trembling.
"You! You! You killed my brother!"
Like a ferocious cub, Ji Eleven flew directly towards He Niansheng.
He opened his mouth wide, wishing he could tear a piece of flesh and blood from He Niansheng's body! With a gentle flick of his sleeves, Ji Shiyi was knocked unconscious by He Niansheng's palm.
Looking at the mass of blood and rust on the ground, the corners of He Niansheng's mouth slowly raised.
"This is the magic method I have discovered..."
"The Bronze Curse!"
……
Daguanxianzhou, under Zufeng.
Within the nine-layered high wall that blocks out the sky and sun is Grand View Fan City.
Daguan Fancheng was the place where criminals were suppressed. Most of these criminals were named Zhao.
Above the Zu Peak is the body of an immortal. Unless they are released under special orders, they will never be able to leave in this life.
At this moment, in that level of Fan City, Zhao Jiu, who was naked, was kneeling in front of Zu Feng.
"Waste! You are simply a waste! So many people! So many years of hard work! You didn't realize anything?"
"You deserve the surname Zhao! If it weren't for the fact that your destiny and character match Longwu, how could such a thing happen to you!"
"Trash! After today, I will deprive you of the surname Zhao!"
Listening to the scolding of the man above, Zhao Jiu just knelt on the ground.
Clenching his back teeth hard, Zhao Jiu slowly raised his head.
Looking at the shadow of the sun behind the man, Zhao Jiu was about to break his teeth.
"Third generation ancestor! I am willing to climb the ancestral peak!"
Hearing Zhao Jiu's words, a dignified look flashed in Zhao Sanshi's eyes.
Climb Zufeng?
At present, the shadow of Zhao Jiu's great sun is torn apart, and climbing Zufeng is like burning the boat.
Above the ancestral peak is the immortal body.
Climb the ancestral peak, ask questions about your heart, ask about your bloodline.
Immortal Zhao can't tolerate any sand in his eyes. Once he feels that you are not qualified to inherit the bloodline, he will directly and ruthlessly deprive you of it.
Of course, he will also give certain encouragement to the offspring he is optimistic about.
Counting from the day when Daguan ascended to the island, a total of 22 people have climbed Zufeng.
Only one of them received the gift from the immortal.
Seeing the look of determination in Zhao Jiu's eyes, Zhao Sanshi slowly walked up to him.
"Have you made up your mind?"
"Return to the third generation ancestor, I have thought about it."
"it is good."
Gently patting Zhao Jiu's shoulder, Zhao Sanshi said lightly:
"If you successfully reach the top and are recognized by the immortals, you will be the ninth incarnation from now on."
"If you fail, your entire branch will be deprived of its bloodline and sent down to Xizi Cangzhou."
Looking at Zhao Sanshi's extremely plain eyes, Zhao Jiu nodded vigorously.
At this point, he had no way out.
(End of this chapter)