Xia Ji's sudden enlightenment this time, I don't know how long he stood.

Perhaps because of his long-cherished wish, he actually made three sudden enlightenments in a row.

According to the previous rules, three more times, he can understand the third true meaning.

at the same time...

Xia Ji began to think about the power of this world.

"The mysterious energy that arises from heaven and earth.

The true meaning of hearing the truth.

Random bloody awakening caused by humans' extreme breakthrough.

As I gained more and more knowledge of their nature.

The mysterious energy is based on the power of heaven and earth. The mysterious method is strange. Is the special mysterious energy hidden in the mysterious method really between heaven and earth?

The source of true meaning...it is not so much a world, but rather an unknown existence.

As for the bloody awakening, it's entirely my own."

Xia Ji's eyes reflected Fengdu, and his thoughts continued.

"Whether mysterious energy or true meaning is borrowing a certain source of power...

The random bloody awakening brought by breaking through human limits is one's true power.

Then if this force continues to advance, one day... will I become the source of a certain force?

Are those burning ancient Buddhas... filthy shadows, and weird women, all real powers?

One day, if I do this, will I appear behind others?

But what image is it?”

In the empty Fengdu streets, he was the only one standing alone, bathing under the dark red gaze of the horizon.

I stood like this for a long time.

Xia Ji finally took the first step.

The blood-red and long-haired executioner appeared in front of the Regent, and he was speechless.

Damn, aren’t you a smart tutor?

Why is it so fierce to kill head-on?

But the executioner did not express these feelings on his face. He just asked: "Teacher, your grudge against the clown has been settled, so... can you make a decision?"

Xia Ji said: "Are you asking, or are you asking?"

The executioner smiled femininely and laughed twice: "We."

Xia Ji suddenly felt countless peeps.

In the world of the sun or the underworld, one day, we need to stand at this intersection of fate and make a choice.

It is impossible for a man to step on two boats.

"Ten years, I need ten years to make a decision."

The executioner closed his eyes, as if he was induction communication.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and said, "I'll give you twenty years, but when the time comes, you have to choose."

Xia Ji was a little curious.

He thought the other party would shorten the time, but he didn't expect it to double the time.

What does this mean?

Does the other party think that after ten years, he will definitely not choose the underworld?

But in twenty years, I will choose it myself?

Or do these big curses think that something special will happen ten years later and twenty years ago?

Through the hexagrams, Xia Ji knew that there was the existence of the sky net.

Everything has traces to follow.

Xia Ji nodded, said "Okay", and asked, "Where is Xiaoning?"

The executioner smiled sinisterly and said, "You stood here for a full month. Xiao Ning was stimulated and went to retreat to practice martial arts."

Xia Ji suddenly asked: "Can she get to Tongxuan?"

The executioner said, "Yes, my disciple, even if I drag her, I will drag her to Tongxuan."

"Then I'll say goodbye first."

"Then go."

The executioner did not try to keep him.

The trip to Fengdu was originally an opportunity for Xia Ji to return with Xiao Ning and then face off with Gong Jiu.

This was a visit without a plan.

The white tiger's palm poked out from the ground, wrapped Xia Ji in it, and hid it quickly into the ground, heading towards the Wei Kingdom.

Humans have no idea that such a terrifying monster is hidden deep in the ground.

In a short trip.

Xia Ji remained silent, and Bai Hu remained silent.

Only after halfway through the journey, Xia Ji suddenly asked, "Isn't the clown dead?"

Baihu was stunned and hesitated for a while, but he had been responding softly for a long time.

Then, one man and one ghost fell into death silence again.

...

When Xia Ji rushed back to the palace.

It was snowing all over the sky.

The flat snow reflects light in the daytime.

The main hall where you go to the court is connected to a huge square.

White marble pillars, stone lions, and ridge-like steps are covered with snow.

The voices of ministers discussing state affairs were heard in the court. Xia Ji had a very good vision. From a distance, he saw that there was a person sitting on the dragon chaise in the main hall.

The man was also wearing a python suit that was the same as himself, and his face was almost the same as himself?!

Xia Ji narrowed his eyes and did not rush to go over. He didn't want to create chaos.

He identified it briefly and confirmed that this person could never be Gong Jiu because he was too weak.

The heavy snow fell, and it was blocked by the invisible air mask, and slowly slid around.

Close your eyes, adjust your breath in your body, and continue to think about the gains of fighting with Gong Jiu.

"The flesh and blood recovery of Night Demon Xuandian seems to be good...

The original recovery may take a long time, but after being sublimated by its own dragon energy, it has made a qualitative leap, but it is not enough...

How can we make this recovery more efficient?"

Snowflakes appear in my eyes.

"The Blood-Cooking Demonic Art has two special effects: blood ignition and blood activation...and blood activation has been proven to accelerate the formation of holy bones. If... I use this blood activation and flesh resuscitation together, will it produce better results?

Each of these mysterious skills seems to be a small independent system, which is really interesting.

And it is not a record of martial arts at all, but rather some strange things.

I really don’t know how this mysterious skill was produced.”

Do it when you think about it.

Xia Ji casually cut off one of his fingers, driving blood to activate, reviving flesh and blood, and evaporating blood mist, forming a blood bridge between the broken fingers, and a connection between the broken fingers.

Smack...

Finger fits, and the broken marks disappear.

Xia Ji thought for a moment, "It's faster, but it's still not enough. Maybe it's necessary to improve your realm to find the answer?"

He obviously didn't know that the original group of Tongxuans in Xushantang would take several late nights to recover when the arms were broken, and then it would take time to recuperate and restore his strength.

The extent to which his broken limbs quickly re-replaced is already extremely exaggerated.

Time flies very quickly.

The morning court ends.

The ministers held umbrellas and walked on the snow and left one by one.
To be continued...