The water is rippling, and a boat is crossing it.
In the cabin…
"The most terrifying thing is Lord Mirage. No matter who it is, if they encounter Lord Mirage, they will die without knowing it."
"Why?" the companion on the side asked curiously.
"Because, when you were burned to death, you were still immersed in hallucinations."
After the warrior surnamed Jin finished speaking, there was silence all around.
Suddenly someone asked: "Where is the Black Emperor?"
The warrior surnamed Jin said: "Uncle said that you can only meet the Black Emperor deep in the Tribulation Land, but because everyone who saw it died, I don't know.
However, it is said that this black emperor was a prince from the previous dynasty more than a hundred years ago. "
"How could the prince become a bad omen?"
"How do I know such secrets?"
"Brother Jin, you know a lot... To go to Beidi now, you need to pass the test of Linjiang Mansion and obtain the order to cross the river. You have to be more patient with your brothers."
"Of course, my uncle is the patrolman of Linjiang Mansion."
While several young warriors were chatting, the ferry had already docked.
Xia Ji walked past them, spent a few days purchasing a large amount of supplies, stored them in a nearby private manor, and then rolled his sleeves into the storage space.
After doing all this, he returned to the underworld transfer station he had set up in Jiangnan, and then returned to the overseas island-Xanadu.
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On the island, Xia Ji took out all the supplies.
Pang Yi and his wife quickly came over and started to stockpile again.
Xia Ji asked casually: "Where is your senior brother?"
Pang Yi said: "The senior brother and his aunt went to the Wasteland Jedi together. The senior sister took the dog and the dog girl to the dessert Jedi. They didn't come back."
Xia Ji nodded, he knew both of these things.
The ruined Jedi City is filled with giants who use swords. Even Feng Chuixue can go in and explore the outside without taking the Jedi Token.
Dessert Jedi does not match its name at all. Although there are many desserts in it, it is a place where "thrilling events" happen from time to time, so Xu Lingling went in with the Jedi Order and only dared to move around the outermost edges.
In today's forbidden area, both the slaves from a hundred years ago and the Wu family have completed their transition. They have even begun to forget their original identities, and intermarriage has occurred among the younger generation.
Xia Jidao: "Xiaoyi also needs to work hard. If you don't have long-term worries, you must have immediate worries. It's not that easy to survive in this world."
"I understand, teacher."
Xia Ji suddenly said: "If my master is gone one day, you must guard this paradise and never let anyone know about this place."
Pang Yi hurriedly said: "How could the teacher not be here?"
Xia Ji looked at him quietly.
Pang Yi nodded and said solemnly: "The disciple must guard the paradise and wait for the teacher to come back."
"Thanks a lot."
"Everything about disciples is..."
"You and I don't have to say these words anymore."
Xia Ji smiled and walked back to his manor.
His manor is located on a low cliff, with a broad view overlooking the green fields of everlasting spring.
He walked lightly to the door of his house, entered the door, and walked around the archway. He found that the sliding door of the study room was open, and a small figure was sitting behind the door writing something with a pen.
It was Lu Miaomiao.
Xia Ji walked forward. Although his steps were not heavy, he did not deliberately restrain himself.
But Lu Miaomiao was so focused that she never noticed him.
Through the golden sunshine falling from the clouds thousands of miles above the sea, Xia Ji saw that there were many books stacked behind his wife, and there were two books on the table that seemed to have been finished.
He walked into the study, but Miao Miao ignored him, but continued to think and write.
Xia Ji curiously grabbed a book on the table, turned it over slightly, and couldn't help but be stunned.
This book was written by him.
The content is the mysterious skills of deep purple and above among the skill beads.
He decided to write down all these powerful mystical skills as a legacy of the paradise.
And the title of the book he grabbed at this time happened to be the skill he first acquired, "Eighteen Prison-Suppressing Powers".
He turned quickly and quickly reached the end.
At the end, there were originally a lot of empty sheets of paper, but now they are filled with words and some weird pictures.
Xia Ji took a closer look. At this sight, he couldn't help but trembled. Even his eyes showed excitement.
He flipped through the book gently, and when he finished reading the last word, a black skill bead rose up between his eyebrows.
This is the black skill bead corresponding to the "Eighteen Prison Suppression Powers".
Xia Ji used it directly, and sure enough, the "Eighteen Prison Suppression Power" that had not been able to break through the tenth level for more than a hundred years was broken through.
He walked out of the study, walked into the sunshine, and raised his left hand casually. The left hand suddenly swelled, and all the muscles, bones, flesh and blood moved. After a while, it turned into a real black-gold giant hand.
The palm prints on the giant hand are carved into a real scene of hell, with hundreds of ghosts walking slowly in the horizontal and vertical palm prints, but most of them are crawling, thus presenting a strange scene.
Xia Ji remembered that this method on the ninth level only made the palm of his hand a few circles larger, greatly increased his strength, and vaguely showed a first-level appearance on the outside.
But now, this hand is real...
He waved it casually and felt that not only his strength had increased, but there were other changes as well, but he couldn't try it out.
After thinking for a moment, Xia Ji drew a "Ghost Fighting Talisman" in the void with his right hand and patted it into the ground.
After a while, a black thing with some evil aura surfaced from the ground.
Xia Ji grabbed it with his left hand and directly grabbed the black thing.
"It's really different. I can capture the spirit body."
He stuffed the evil ghost back into the ground at will. The evil ghost he summoned was so frightened that he lost his soul and ran away in a flash.
Xia Ji's left hand returned to its original state. He came to the study again and opened the second book. This was also a mysterious skill. Xia Ji turned to the end. Sure enough, the blank page was also full of writing.
After he read it carefully, a black skill bead rose again between his eyebrows.
He used it directly, and this mysterious skill actually broke through to the tenth level.
At this time, Miaomiao stopped writing, stretched out in the spring scenery, showing a tired look, and saw Xia Ji, "Ms., you are back."
Xia Ji said: "Miaomiao, how did you write the mysterious skills behind it?"
Miaomiao said: "These days when you were out, I came to the study to clean and accidentally dropped a book. I read it several times when I put it back. Suddenly I felt that the book was a little incomplete, so I put it in my mind I’ve made up for what I was thinking about.”
Xia Ji was confused.
Miaomiao said: "I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's because you have been reading and writing books and teaching me how to practice these years. Although I haven't learned it, I have understood a lot of martial arts principles, and then I have thought a lot about it. You’ll have some inspiration.”
inspiration
Xia Ji was a little stunned, because this couldn't be explained by inspiration, and he couldn't do it himself.
Seeing Xia Ji's silence, Lu Miaomiao whispered fearfully: "Did I write it wrong..."
Xia Ji looked up and saw her tired face.
He said: "That's right."
"Don't lie to me..."
"I'm not lying to you, your writing is so good, Miaomiao, you are really a treasure."
Xia Ji took out a box of exquisitely packaged kebabs from the storage space in his arms, still hot, "This is for you."
Lu Miaomiao grabbed the skewers and took a deep breath, "It still tastes the same as it did more than a hundred years ago~~"
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Spring, summer, autumn and winter pass year by year.
The manor has become old, with mottled stone walls and broken wooden chairs. It is obvious that they have become old houses.
In the study, the man and woman who still looked like a beautiful woman sat facing each other respectfully.
Two people drink from a pot of tea, and if they finish it, they take turns adding more tea.
Reading and writing books have become a common hobby for both of them.
Although the days were ordinary, Xia Ji had acquired more and more tenth-level mystical skills as time passed, which was the mystical skills of the Dharma Body level.
In fact, this is already a BUG.
These many bugs were added to Xia Ji, causing the dharma body he could transform to slowly surpass its original limitations.
But contrary to him, Lu Miaomiao not only failed to break through any realm, but also began to become weak. No matter what measures Xia Ji took, she could not recover.
This was not an illness, nor was it a mental curse, nor was it a toxin. Xia Ji checked it using various means, but found nothing abnormal.
He also fed him many precious elixirs, but these elixirs were of no use at all.
Lu Miaomiao seemed to be aging slowly. Although her appearance remained unchanged, she became more and more susceptible to fevers and colds and began to become lethargic.
Although fields have been planted in the open space of the paradise, Xia Ji still maintains the tradition of going out to buy supplies.
Whenever he goes out, Xu Lingling or Xia Ji will stay with Miaomiao instead of going anywhere.
time flies.
Perhaps in all eternity, a hundred years is just one year.
After a hundred years, it feels like one year has passed.
Among Xia Ji's many skills, all the skills above deep purple have reached the tenth level.
And this brought him a third magical power - seventy-two transformations - in addition to "flying knives" and "yin and yang".
In short, he has produced many Dharmakayas due to Xuan Gong. Although almost all of them are not full-body Dharmakayas, his control over the body has reached a level that others cannot imagine.
Quantitative changes bring about qualitative changes.
This qualitative change is the "seventy-two changes".
Seventy-two transformations can allow you to transform into anything, but correspondingly, the duration is only one breath.
After you take a breath, you can become anything you want, whether it is a person, an animal, a mountain, a river, or even dust.
But when this breath passes, you will be restored to your original state.
This is an extremely powerful magical power.
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Because of Xiao Su's existence, Xia Ji's understanding of the general trend of the world has not fallen behind.
The Zhou Dynasty had a far-reaching layout.
Xia Ji still remembered that at the beginning of the founding of the dynasty, they not only established a numbered city, but also provided free supplies to the residents of the city and the warriors who fought in the fire disaster.
Later, they began to provide supplies to the registered "Great Zhou Warriors".
Then, they began to divide the "Great Zhou Warriors" into nine levels. The higher the level, the more materials they obtained.
Later, after decades of accumulation, the Great Zhou Dynasty began to formulate rights and obligations for these warriors, and stipulated "service", which was naturally impossible for the warriors to agree to.
But at this time, Great Zhou's plan came out. Because Great Zhou had already "recruited" a large number of influential warriors and deployed many internal agents from Great Zhou, this revolution was actually successful. .
But now, hundreds of years later, the situation has changed again.
The reason for the change has something to do with Xiao Su.
Xiao Su is now the only one standing at the top of the country of ice and snow.
In other words, she is behind the scenes behind the scenes...
She is the friend of the infant gods,
He is the first pope who wears a religious crown and a papal robe. Only his back remains as a mythical image in the Church of Wolf, Snake and Death.
She has relationships with countless major forces in the North, thousands of small countries, and the nobles of the Rakshasa King's Palace. In other words, she helped baptize the leaders of the forces and many kings when they were young, and was their godmother.
She successfully created an "invincible home" area with the twelve golden figures, and established a transcendent behemoth-like power in that area.
After that, she began to actively promote the sect system.
That is, people who are transcendent and have broken through to the eleventh realm are not allowed to serve in the imperial court, but can only enter the sect.
But anyone who enters the sect cannot interfere with the operation of the mortal imperial court.
She is the rule maker.
Of course, this rule was also the result of her discussion with Xia Ji.
For a time, the Ice and Snow Kingdom glowed with strong vitality.
Obviously, the "sect system" is more adaptable to the development of the times than the original "imperial church system".
Imperial power does not need a strong man with a Dharmakaya to dictate, and a strong man also needs a high-ranking environment for cultivation.
Birds of a feather flock together.
To a certain extent, once you break through the eleventh realm, you are no longer a mortal.
This concept naturally spread to Middle-earth over time.
After time, the millions of eleventh-level warriors who had been "recruited" began to form sects in groups. The timing was coincidental, as the Zhou Dynasty was on the weak side.
As a result, the sect system was really implemented in Central China, but it was not as clear-cut as in the north. Instead, it was mixed in a pot, chaotic, and there were even a lot of internal fights.
However, due to the extremely fierce oppression of the fire calamity, internal fighting gave way to resistance to the external calamity.
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As for the ancestors, Xia Ji once met Su Tian when he went out.
Su Tian looked very busy.
Xia Ji asked her, but she stopped talking and just said that she couldn't talk about it.
Coincidentally, Xia Ji also encountered his own calamity cloud at sea.
Jie Yun also flew away happily.
Xia Ji asked it, and Jie Yun only said that he was very busy, but he couldn't tell him anything.
As time went by, Lu Miaomiao became weaker and weaker, as soft as a bone and as weak as the wind.
She had very little time to get out of bed every day, and she had to be supported every time she got out of bed.
One day, Xia Ji needed to buy supplies.
Miaomiao grabbed him and asked him to bring more skewers.
Xia Ji agreed.
He put on Daidou's cloak as usual, passed through the underworld transfer station, walked to the south of the Yangtze River, took a ferry across the Changyi River, and went to Fengjing, the capital of the Great Zhou Dynasty, to purchase supplies.
It's early autumn now, and the scent of summer has not faded away. Everything is still lush, but with a slight hint of desolation.
Summer travels along the river bank, and early autumn is still a flood season, so the water from the Yellow River surges eastward, lapping against the thousands of miles long dikes and dams, making a loud sound.
Suddenly, an extremely unexpected voice came from behind him.
"Fellow Daoist from the North and South, you are actually still alive?!"
Xia Ji stopped, calmly took out an ordinary mask from his arms, put it on his face, turned around slowly, and saw behind him an old Taoist priest with an immortal spirit.
The old Taoist priest looked at him with a smile, "Do you still recognize who I am?"
Xia Ji said calmly: "You have recognized the wrong person."