Chapter 457： The sky... has collapsed?

"I will post an entry for the practice (

He glanced at the Ming Yuan group in his hand, and then at the crack in the sky that was about to close.

Zhou Ji gritted his teeth and flew straight up, the Ming Yuan group in his hand turned into a long stick under control, and inserted it again before the crack closed.

Above the Nether Lake, Ming Yuan fell, and the thundercloud closed.

All visions are slowly disappearing.

But at this moment, a stick with a black outer spiritual essence was inserted abruptly through the crack and pierced directly into the black thundercloud in the sky.

At this moment, it was like putting a straw in Coke, there were violent fluctuations in the thundercloud, and thunders spread up along the black sticks and passed through the cracks.

Zhou Ji here was still thinking about how to find Thunder, but he didn't expect Black Thunder to come to the door.

Crack!

Zhou Ji's hair turned gray, and the whole person trembled involuntarily.

Cool!

In the palace, Peng Yao's brows furrowed. He glanced at the thunderclouds that were rapidly fading above his palace, and then looked at the thunderclouds that were constantly gathering around him. A black fog flew out.

The black mist flew along the crack like a sharp blade, and the long stick composed of Ming Yuan was instantly disconnected.

It was also at this time that the largest black cloud in the sky just dissipated completely, and the black thunder in it had spread to the outside world along the long stick formed by Ming Yuan.

...

Among the treasures.

The vision dissipated.

A charred body floated in the air.

"Could it be... dead?"

I don't know who said a word, expressing the thoughts of everyone and the demon.

"This place seems to be the center of the treasure land. Could the greatest opportunity lie in this person?"

"It's possible, this is a great opportunity, and there is no blessing to take it!"

Immediately, whether it was a human being or a demon, one by one's mind became active.

"Everyone, this opportunity was discovered by my Lion clan genius. Although he is dead now, it should be my Lion clan heritage."

Just now, the lion monster, who was talking about the almost perfect transformation of the swallowing lion clan, flew up first, and said loudly, he was about to approach Zhou Ji in the sky.

However, before the Monster Race could respond, two or three attacks from the Human Race came in succession.

Although it is said that in the central battlefield, it is common for people to pit people, monsters to pit monsters, or combination of people and monsters. But now that the human race and the monster race masters are gathering together, it is natural to agree to the outside world first.

The moment the lion demon was attacked, several figures from the human race flew out, rushing towards the "corpse" in mid-air. This move completely became the fuse of the melee.

Zhou Ji, who was in the air, didn't know that he had become a chance in the eyes of others. His whole mind condensed the original seed of black thunder.

The act of attracting the thunder just now was indeed a crisis to himself, and even all the vitality of the body was destroyed by the black thunder.

But fortunately, his body has been promoted to the realm of enlightenment.

Entering into the state of enlightenment, the body cultivation goes through the process of absorbing the blood and refining the internal organs, and can hide all the vitality of the whole body in the heart. As long as the soul is not damaged and the heart is not broken, it is immortal. It is even possible to enter a special state of suspended animation in this way to speed up the accumulation of vitality, so that physical injuries can be quickly healed when the subsequent outbreak occurs.

At this level, it can be said that the heart is the only fatality, even the severed head can be reattached!

As time passed by, Zhou Ji didn't know what the outside world was like, but with the comparison of the wind element seeds, those thunder elements pouring into the golden core did not become violent and uncontrollable, but were suppressed by the wind element. It has become much better refined.

Gradually, the black part of the golden core gave birth to a deep black the size of a grain of rice, and at the moment when the deep black appeared, the thunder elements that were free in Zhou Ji's body and constantly attacking the protection of the heart seemed to be pulled. Generally, it quickly converges in the deep black like that rice grain size.

Before Zhou Ji could take the next step, his eyes were already dark, and he was once again sucked into the primordial spirit bred in the golden core.

The previous sense of powerlessness caused by internal conflicts has disappeared, and at this time Zhou Ji only felt that his whole body was full of violent destructiveness.

Bang!

Just a shock, the two cracks completely collapsed.

Zhou Ji also saw the outside world through these two cracks.

It was a swirling passage of white mist.

The space where the soul is located that I have entered several times before.

However, in the soul space at this time, the white mist channel has become slender, and mist is constantly pouring in from the cracks, blending into his nurturing primordial spirit.

Understanding it, Zhou Ji stretched out his hand, and the last slender passage of white mist, as well as the countless memory foams hanging on it, rushed towards Zhou Ji. And with this action, the outside space began to collapse little by little, turning into an endless white mist that began to feed back Zhou Ji's primordial spirit.

As the last bit of the white mist channel collapsed, Zhou Ji's realization fell into a brief darkness, and only the nine cracks were left with a white luster. Two of them have already merged, forming a wide crack, from which there are faint sounds and various spiritual energy fluctuations.

Zhou Ji gathered his mind and had the feedback of the entire space where his soul was located. At this time, he only felt that his primordial spirit was inexplicably inflated, like a balloon that had been blown up but was stuffed into a space that was smaller than it. A lot of boxes in general.

He took a deep breath and whispered:

"Big!"

Bang!

There was another loud bang, and all the remaining cracks burst open.

At this moment, Zhou Ji felt a sense of relief His eyes kept rising, first he saw his body that had entered a state of suspended animation, and then he saw the pond above the water. Confronted, and stared blankly at the crowd and the demon.

As his vision continued to improve, he felt the spiritual essence slowly becoming thinner, and then he saw the clouds in this treasure.

Above the pool, the battle between man and monster had just started, and it stopped unconsciously.

They all looked up at the huge primordial spirit in the mid-air.

"My dear, this guy just broke through to Nascent Soul, right? Remember how high the highest primordial spirit was after the breakthrough in the records?"

Someone spoke in disbelief.

"Ten feet high, from "Xi Xing Za Ji", the author saw ancient news in a cave ruins."

A learned human monk answered.

"This...couldn't it be due to chance?"

Someone's tone was full of envy.

"Idiot, chances are all foreign objects. They can help you in your practice, but you can't decide the level of your soul to break through. Let me tell you, it's due to talent and hard work."

Zhou Ji only felt that he had entered a wonderful state. In this state, he could see the elemental energy floating in the sky, the thunder in the clouds and the wind between the clouds, all the wind in this world and the wind in the clouds. Ray seems to have some connection with himself.

It seems...you can control them with just one thought?

It was also with this thought that the entire treasure land was suddenly gusty, dark clouds avoided the sun, and then there was thunder.

Zhou Ji watched all this with satisfaction, and was about to control and let these visions dissipate, but suddenly he felt a pain in his head, as if something was on the top of his head.

Then, he felt that there were hundreds of millions of tons of pressure pressing on him.

how? what's the situation? Did the sky fall?