Chapter 443： grey world

The feeling of falling did not know how long it lasted. Zhou Ji only remembered that there was an illusion of passing through the space passage.

The next moment, he fell into a dark cloud. And Xiaobai, who had not locked his eyes before, broke away from his sight and perception at this time, and fell far down.

what's the situation?

Zhou Ji tried to plunge down, but this dark cloud wrapped his whole body like a fishnet.

crackle!

With an explosion, the black clouds seemed to have some function activated, and then Zhou Ji clearly saw that there were fine black electric lights on it, like a small snake drilling towards his body.

The black electric light clearly contained the existence of the ghost, and for a while, the layer of spiritual shield around Zhou Ji made an overwhelmed sound.

Fortunately, he has plenty of spiritual energy, and he immediately filled up and blocked the cracks that appeared. But the black lightning still penetrated into his body.

Without Ming Yuan, these black thunderbolts seem to be transformed into pure elemental energy. And this elemental energy seems to be different from the elemental energy he absorbed from the elemental crystal before.

Soon, the color of the entire cloud dimmed.

And the power that had been holding Zhou Ji finally lost its support at this time, and Zhou Ji fell again.

At this time, Zhou Ji finally had the opportunity to move, and began to slowly gather the surrounding wind elements, displayed the Royal Wind Art, and chased in the direction of Xiaobai.

He finally had the intention to notice his golden core and see what the elemental energy he passively absorbed just now was.

At this moment, in his dantian, the golden core that condensed all his cultivation was spinning in circles. The above respectively represent the trend of fusion at the junction of thunder and wind. Since cultivators of multi-element crystals have reached the spiritual realm, it is rare to see them, so there are not many experiences in the world.

Judging from Zhou Ji's own experience from the preaching building, it seems that after the spirit, there will be a process of fusion of the spirit and the soul. A process of fusion of multiple elements. When this process started and when it ended, there is no record. The person in the record is currently in the spiritual realm, but he still has not completed this progress.

Of course, this is not what Zhou Ji needs to care about right now, he is more concerned about another issue now. On top of his golden core, the blue-violet that originally represented the element of thunder turned blue-black. What surprised him even more was that the elemental energy that had been breaking the edge of the balance before was actually slightly shifted in the direction of the optimal balance!

The one just now was... the origin of the element? Or is it the energy that is extremely close to the source of the elements?

Zhou Ji looked back at the sky subconsciously, and found that on the gray sky, a black-gray full moon hung high in the sky. Occasionally, a few dark clouds drifted freely. In some places, the black clouds formed into pieces, and immediately black thunder and lightning broke out, smashing into the ground.

Then, the dark essence in the black cloud condensed into water, turned into rain, and fell to the ground. Perceiving the past from a distance, Zhou Ji could even perceive that there were several auras of underworld energy active in the rain.

hum...

For some reason, the gray-black moon in the sky emits a wave of fluctuations. However, the marking technique that was still clear was suddenly cut off at this time.

Zhou Ji was startled, and suddenly felt a stalk in his heart. The marking technique generally does not fail, and only the marked person may die!

etc……

Originally, Zhou Ji's body was shocked again, and under his concentration, he vaguely sensed the direction of the mark. Only this time, there were slight fluctuations in the direction of a quarter arc from east to north in front of him. This kind of feeling is like the signal of the marking technique has been refracted several times in some way, making the original precise positioning extremely blurred.

The girl is still alive! It's just... it's just that his current marking technique is being hindered by some unknown reason.

Zhou Ji reacted immediately.

At this time, his whole talent seemed to be alive, and his eyes regained their vigor.

...

This is a gray world, and all colors here seem to be covered with a gray filter.

On the edge of the black-gray creek, the gray-green grass was curling, and gray-black ants crawled over the grass blades, running to the black water droplets that had just condensed at the tip of the grass blades, greedily absorbing them.

At this moment, a vaguely transparent big hand grabbed it and directly captured the ants and the water droplets in the palm of their hand.

It was a middle-aged man with a tattered straw hat. He didn't even look at the things in his hand, and directly sent the black water droplets that were not easy to condense from the grass, together with the ants.

He didn't even chew, he just raised his head, and his eyes could see through the slightly transparent skin, watching the ants and water droplets turn into a mass of black energy, which spread out just after reaching his stomach and merged into him. of limbs.

The man let out a long sigh of relief, and a small, almost transparent dot the size of a grain of rice floated out of his mouth.

He stretched out his faintly transparent palm, fiddled with the almost transparent little dot, and looked indifferently at the little dot passing through his palm, as if it was pulled by something in the process of floating forward. He fell directly into the black-gray creek in front of him.

At this moment, there was a thumping sound in the black-gray stream, like the sound of a fish being hooked.

The man's eyes lit up and hurried over.

Only at this time can I see that there are several things like fishing rods inserted on the edge of the stream. The far ends of these fishing rods are hanging down, almost sticking to the water. What was tied there was not a fishing line, but a black noose the size of a human head.

At this time there was a thin figure tied to the noose of a fishing rod, and the thumping sound was made by this person's limbs slapping the stream.

The man didn't care if the noose would suffocate the person in the stream to death, he grabbed the fishing rod and pulled the person ashore.

The man in the stream looked at Yuemo as a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, his eyes were blank and dull, and he looked a bit like a puppet.

A man with a ripped straw hat seemed to be used to this situation. He silently untied the noose around the boy's neck, and skillfully placed his thumb on the boy's forehead.

After a while, the young man's body, which was originally solid, became a bit more transparent than the man with the broken straw hat, and the body of the man with the broken straw hat was a little more solid.

In his hand, there was a black pearl the size of a fingernail. The black was so pure, it seemed to be the only thing in this world that wasn't affected by the gray filter.

The man glanced at the pure black pearl, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously. But he still tried his best to restrain this urge, and put the black pearl back into a small cloth bag he carried with him...