Xia Ning said with concern: "It doesn't matter if you can't pick the fairy grass and medicine. You have to come back well."

Xia Ji chuckled, raised his hand and waved it, which was a temporary goodbye.

"Hello."

Xia Ji stopped again.

"Don't get hurt."

"I know."

Xia Ji pushed open the door of the tavern.

Outside the door, the wind and snow filled the sky, sweeping the earth that had been tens of thousands of miles away.

After missing the "burden" of Xia Ning, Xia Ji was like a seal being untied, and his whole body flew towards the direction of the mountain temple in his memory like light.

Enter the gray disaster fog again, and follow the direction in my memory, slowly walk into the village of "the right dragon vein, the left guards the family".

Press the human skin mask at will, and the young and handsome face once again covered the darkness.

The four masks were completely digested by themselves and obviously could not be worn, so they all changed to ordinary human skin masks.

at this time

NiuTou Yuanshen is not good at such big scenes.

The horse-faced soul is still "recharged".

The soul of Ksitigarbha is still "digesting".

So, Xia Ji took action this time.

He can naturally use all the power of the three souls.

Looking at Jinwu observing the incense stick for half a time, he walked out directly.

Being in the golden mist, a strong sense of discomfort came.

The golden mist seemed to erode him.

After walking two steps in a tentative manner, the space has a considerable viscosity, as if it is in water.

However, it is less fluid than water, and the density should be between air and water.

However, the erosion of the golden mist was very uncomfortable, especially after taking a breath, the whole person seemed to be completely suffocating, and there was a roar of a ferocious dragon in his mind.

He made seals with both hands and quickly opened a slight hood.

The boiled red lotus suddenly started to burn. The golden mist in his skin was obviously the dragon energy in the special mysterious energy. These dragon energy slowly started to be cooked and began to transform into a large amount of spiritual energy. It was absorbed by Xia Ji and divided into four primordial spirits.

It's just that the cooking speed is extremely slow.

At this moment, Xia Ji raised his eyebrows and suddenly became alert. A giant dragon tail in the sky slammed down violently, rolling like a boiling golden mist.

Xia Ji raised his head and rushed to move his body.

Bang!!

The dragon tail slapped firmly, and the soil in this "foam space" splashed into the sky, revealing the extremely hard "foundation" deep inside, and the fragments of the bridge of heaven and earth.

Xia Ji opened a little distance, his expression remained motionless, and directly activated the Sun Immortal Real Body. His right hand muscles were tangled, and his fist was covered with a layer of flowing metal lava. Including the thirteenth layer of 30 tons of strange power of [Gianling Xuanjian], the force of this attack was 40 tons and 80,000 kilograms, which was equivalent to the power that the generals of the Ministry of War could exert by bringing nearly 10,000 people to condense the military souls.

tread!!

Xia Ji stepped on the ground, folded his body and punched the dragon tail.

Bang!

However, this punch was like an ordinary person hitting the steel. The dragon tail did not move at all, but just shrank to show that "it was a little painful". But in the next moment, the dragon tail shook and accumulated strength again, ready to fan it flat.

Xia Ji was short and could escape this powerful force.

He felt like a fast-moving train passing by overhead.

The dragon has great power. As the saying goes, "A hundred thousand army can also kill dragons." If this is true, the dragon's power can reach at least 500 tons, and this is still the base value.

If there are 100,000 people around you who use fire to gather energy, you can fight and watch it, but it is not possible now.

There are not many people around.

This is pure racial suppression.

Then it depends on the speed

Xia Ji's figure flashed rapidly.

And at this moment, a dragon roar shocked the sky.

An extremely huge figure appeared in the golden mist.

The head is like a camel, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, the ears are like a ox, the neck is like a snake, the belly is like a mirage, the scales are like a carp, the claws are like an eagle, and the palms are like a tiger!

This is actually a dragon that stretches through the sky hundreds of feet long!

It looked down at the tiny ant on the ground and suddenly took a breath. The golden mist flowed rapidly into its nose, and the air gradually became anxious.

Xia Ji's expression moved, and was about to turn back to the direction of the fog of disaster again.

Because he had a premonition that this dragon was probably condensing the super-high temperature dragon flame.

But he suddenly stopped

Put your hands together.

The mask of the Ten Palaces of Hell turned into ten ink dots and flew out from under his skin.

The mask is lifelike, mysterious and terrifying. The darkness in the empty eyes is swaying, full of silence, as if it is hiding a soul.

The vast and imaginary scenery of the country of the deceased is hidden around:

King Guang of Qin was in charge of the palace of ghost judgment, rewarding good and punishing evil, and those who do good are written in the green chapter, while those who do evil are marked in the black book.

King Chujiang held the ice hell, and the city stood in the iron surrounding it, and he was about to leave without a door, and his sword was born beside thousands of trees.

The Emperor of Song Dynasty held the Great Hell of Fire and Gold, and there were thousands of hot soldiers. The corpses in the prison were broken into pieces, just like craftsmen using ropes to tie wood and chopped with sharp axes.

The Blood Official King, the Hell of the Blood Pool, the Blood Evil is boiling, and thousands of ghosts in the abyss are wailing.

The White King of Hell lives in the main palace of life and death, and controls the life and death of the world, and holds the book of life and death.

King Biancheng, holding a wailing in hell, swords and mountains flowing stones, and flesh and blood flowing.

The King of Taishan, practices in the fire hell, weighs the power of sin and flame.

The city king, the ghost car hell.

The King of Equality holds the Avici Hell, and has the power of Chisheng.

The King of Wheels, in charge of reincarnation, is reborn in the six realms.

These ten phantoms flashed by and instantly turned into pure black, completely destroying the dead silence of all things and even particles.

And just then.

puff!!!

After a brief brewing of the ultra-high temperature, the golden dragon flames had already sprayed down violently, and the entire sky turned into a burning gold-toned color!!

It is dazzling and turbulent!

The empty mouth of the Ten Palaces Hell's mask suddenly opened, and a terrifying atmosphere filled with it.

It seems to have a strong suction force.

The dragon flames sucked into their mouths one after another, and then disappeared without knowing where to break and annihilate, returning to nothingness!!

These masks have blocked the thunder before, but now they can block the dragon flame.

Xia Ji had originally planned to return to the gray fog at any time, but he breathed a sigh of relief at this moment. The mask of the underworld was too mysterious, but it seemed to be accompanied by him, so there was still some trust.

The dragon in the sky was obviously "shocked".

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xia Ji's body was like light, with his hands pinching his seals. The Ten Palaces of Hell's mask rotated on the outermost layer, and the inner layer was a "big ghost shield" that isolated the golden mist from the outside.

It's like a big bubble running rapidly in the deep sea.

The golden dragon roared and chased after him helplessly.

It is very puzzling. What is the thing around the little ant? Why can it absorb its dragon flame?

The vision was not clear in the fog, but Xia Ji still vaguely saw the screams of "Run, run, run" not far away.

He saw plants that had become sperm running around in the dragon's energy.

The corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up, and he murmured, "Uncle Ginseng, Sister Jiucaihua, Sister Xianzhiguo, I'm here!"

"Ahhhhh!! Run and run!"

"Escape!"

"Hey, hey, can't run fast!"

Xia Ji approached quickly, leaned forward without hesitation, and his hands turned over like lotus picking on the lake, and soon grabbed more than a dozen fairy grass and fairy flowers.
To be continued...