The strong wind whirling around the old man's "drip-yo" seemed to be feeling a crisis. There were originally a dozen thin strong winds visible to the naked eye, but they actually increased to more than a hundred in just an instant.
The cyan wind was like the thinnest and sharpest steel wire, strangled towards Ji Hao's fingers with a very slight, very harsh and very tiny wind whistle. If it were not Ji Hao, but anyone else on the island, these thin strong winds would be enough to twist him into pieces.
Ji Hao's palm was suspended above the dagger, letting the small strong wind strangle it.
The sound of 'chichi' was endless, and hundreds of thin wind strands wrapped around Ji Hao's fingers, making a subtle friction sound. Ji Hao felt his fingers were itchy, and the power of these strong winds could not even cut a hair on his fingers.
The strength gap is too big!
Shaking his head, his five fingers pressed together, and all the strong winds were smashed. Ji Hao grabbed the dagger, and his spiritual consciousness forcibly invaded inward. Just like a tsunami passing through, the dagger was composed of dozens of crude runes. A weak spiritual thought hidden in the formation was shattered by his blow.
The dagger, which was struggling slightly, suddenly stiffened, and Ji Hao casually put it into his sleeve.
The old man who was meditating suddenly opened his eyes. He looked at Ji Hao in shock. Before he could shout, a mouthful of green blood spurted out, and then thick plasma spurted out from his ears, nostrils, and eye sockets at the same time. .
Falling into the deepest level of seclusion, a ray of his soul was suddenly wiped out, and he was forced to wake up from that mysterious realm. Before the old man could figure out what happened, his soul had been severely damaged.
Ji Hao stretched out his hand and pressed it on the old man's head. Waves of spiritual consciousness quickly invaded the old man's body, clearly analyzing all the minute structures in his body in the blink of an eye.
The bones of the old man, or the indigenous race to which he belongs, are exceptionally slender and delicate. Different from the skeletal structure of the human race, the human race has a large hollow bone, and all the marrow is concentrated in the space in the middle of the bone.
The bones of these indigenous people are complex honeycomb structures, and the bones are densely packed with tiny holes, which are filled with a dark green paste similar to bone marrow. This honeycomb structure of bones makes their bones very light, but they are also light and strong enough.
In addition to his light bones, the nerves and muscle fibers in the old man's body are extremely developed. The number of nerves and muscles in the old man is more than ten times more than that of the human race, and their bones are also more than a hundred more than the human race. There are more joints and a more sophisticated structure.
With complex neural networks, more muscles, and delicate and sensitive joint structures, you can imagine how dexterous these people can move.
"Very interesting!" Ji Hao looked at the frightened old man and smiled softly, and then waves of spiritual consciousness quickly invaded the old man's brain.
What surprised Ji Hao was that the old man's brain was extremely developed and his mental fluctuations were extremely strong. This was a natural caster race, and they had an extremely keen connection with the aura of the outside world.
And their souls are not divided into three souls and seven souls like the human race, but a complete ball like jelly.
In Ji Hao's spiritual vision, the old man's soul was just a ball of dark green jelly the size of a human head. In the crystal clear jelly, there were dozens of runes that were as changeable as the breeze, meandering around. Ji Hao faintly noticed that these The runes are constantly exchanging energy with the spiritual energy of the outside world. Every time these runes breathe, a certain amount of spiritual wood breath will blend into the old man's soul, making his soul stronger even a little bit.
"A very interesting cultivation method. A bit crude, but worth learning from. Condensing Taoist runes directly into the soul? Interesting, interesting. Is this like using one's own soul as a material to be sacrificed into some kind of magical weapon?"
Ji Hao carefully observed the old man's soul. The power of divine consciousness was hovering around the old man's soul, but he did not dare to invade the depths of his soul easily.
This old man is the most powerful being on the entire island. By rough estimation, this old man's strength should be comparable to that of the peak witch. But Ji Hao believed that in a real head-on fight, the old man would definitely not be a match for the top witch of the human race.
After all, the human race's cultivation system far surpasses this old man's crude cultivation method. The powerful body of the human race's great wizard also has an advantage in the battle. If it were not for the suppression of this world, a peak human race wizard could easily kill a dozen and the old man. Natives of comparable strength.
Thinking about this, Ji Hao's heart suddenly lit up, and cold sweat flowed down his body involuntarily.
The difference in strength between the great wizard of the human race and this old man reminded him of the relationship between the alien race and the human race.
When Ji Hao came to this small world, he was suppressed and rejected by the power of the world. So when those alien races invaded the world where the human race lived, did they suffer greater suppression and rejection that was far greater than this small world
The Yu Clan's innate magical powers, the Jia Clan's fighting talent, and the Xiu Clan's skills and knowledge, which one is far superior to that of the Human Clan
If it weren't for the suppression of the big world, I'm afraid the human race would have completely become slaves of the alien race, right? Ji Hao felt that the cultivation method of this indigenous old man was crude and superficial, but he didn't know that those aliens thought the same thing when they looked at the human race
A feeling of sympathy arose spontaneously, and Ji Hao smiled bitterly as he looked at the old man who was unable to move.
"You can't understand what I'm saying. This is really difficult." Ji Hao sat helplessly in front of the old man and looked at him with a frown.
The old man looked at Ji Hao in fear, looking at Ji Hao whose skin color, appearance, and demeanor were completely different from those of his own people. Obviously, Ji Hao and he were not intelligent creatures from the same group. With the old man's experience and wisdom, he could easily realize this.
Not to mention the Golden Crow Flame Robe on Ji Hao's body. Such a gorgeous robe is not a high-end product that can be made by the natives of the island or the natives of this jungle.
The old man did not dare to move. He felt the terrifying power from Ji Hao that could easily destroy his entire tribe.
Although Ji Hao had stopped his hand and his body had regained its freedom, the old man still sat motionless and looked at Ji Hao with horror on his face.
Ji Hao looked at the old man and reached out to grab the book on the table in front of him.
"It's still early, maybe you are willing to teach me something?" Ji Hao shook the book in his hand and said seriously: "I think learning a foreign language will not be difficult... especially for beings like us. In terms of."
The indigenous old man understood the meaning of Ji Hao's movements. He smiled cautiously and fearfully, stretched out his right hand, pointed to his chest, and then uttered a crisp and pleasant syllable.
At the same time, the old man carefully wrote a character on the ground with his other hand.
"Very good, very smart, '西谷', which means 'I'... This character, is 'I'!"
Ji Hao looked at the old man with a smile, a huge spiritual consciousness enveloped him, and the two began to learn and communicate with each other word by word.
(End of chapter)