In an instant, the gray-robed man's fingertips suddenly lit up, and then a thick light burst out from his fingertips.

And just when this brilliance was about to touch Ji Liao, the void fluctuated violently, and the void between the two of them twisted, directly swallowing that brilliance.

At the same time, Ji Liao's long stick also arrived.

"Bang!"

The long stick swept firmly on the chest of the gray-robed man.

The gray-robed man snorted and took two steps back.

Although the formation here is a devouring technique, it does not suppress the monk's exercise in the body, and although Ji Liao's stick is hard enough, it does not cause any substantial damage to the gray-robed man.

Ji Liao's forehead was cold sweat, it was too dangerous just now, he suddenly made a move just to catch the gray-robed man off guard, how could he think that the gray-robed man was so experienced in fighting, almost as soon as Ji Liao's thought started, the gray-robed man reflected and immediately fought back.

If it weren't for the prohibition of devouring spells here, Ji Liao would have died in his hands a long time ago.

However, after what happened just now, Ji Liao's heart was also relaxed, since the spells here are not easy to use, even if the gray-robed man is a Yuan Infant Cultivator.

Thinking of this, Ji Liao was willing to let go, took a step forward, raised the long stick high, and slashed at the head of the running monk with gravity.

"You!"

As soon as the gray-robed man stabilized his figure, he saw Ji Liao hit him with another stick.

In desperation, he raised his hand and waved it above his head.

"Click!"

The stick went down, only to hear a crisp click, and then I saw that the gray-robed man's arm was broken directly in the middle and dented.

"Ahh

The gray-robed man's face was twisted by the pain, and he screamed miserably.

Ji Liao moved very fast and swung his stick again.

A sound of breaking the air was heard, and this time the long stick hit the gray-robed man's shoulder.

"Click!"

There was another click, and the gray-robed man's shoulder was also broken, and half of his body collapsed directly.

"Poof!"

Hit hard, the gray-robed monk vomited a mouthful of blood.

He is extremely regretful now, secretly hating why he didn't learn the method of refining the body back then, and now he is being bullied by this junior in the foundation building period.

But at that moment another stick fell.

This time, the long stick struck firmly on the top of the head of the Yuan Infant Monk.

There was a muffled bang.

The head of the infant monk burst out with blood in an instant, and it completely blossomed, and a stumbling stumbling sat there.

Ke Rao was so seriously injured, but the Yuan Infant Monk still didn't die, staring at Ji Liao with a vicious gaze.

Ji Liaosen looked at him coldly and sneered, "I can't imagine that you, a monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, will one day die in the hands of a junior like me in the foundation building stage." ”

Just now, Ji Liao arrived in the ashes

At the feet of the man in the robe, the man in the gray robe threatened Ji Liao.

Ji Liao realized that he had offended this infant monk.

His heart tightened, offending the Yuan Infant Stage monk was not a trivial matter, if he succeeded in planting the Dao and had the protection of the Seed Dao Mountain, it would be good to say, this Yuan Infant Stage monk would be nothing.

But once he didn't succeed in cultivating the Dao, then he would face the revenge of this Yuan Infant Monk when he went out.

Ji Liao has never tried to be chased and killed by the Yuan Infant Monk, but he can know what the end will be if he thinks about it with his ass.

It's just a blink of an eye, Ji Liao has figured out the stakes, now is the best time to kill him, if you don't do it at this time, it will be difficult to do it in the future, and with evil thoughts, Ji Liao moved to kill.

Life and death are only in a thought, if he doesn't die, Ji Liao will have to die.

Sure enough, Ji Liao thundered and made a move, just a few sticks, and he only had half a life left for this Yuan Infant Monk.

Blood rolled down the top of the gray-robed man's head, soaking his shirt in an instant.

"Boy, you wait for me.... The gray-robed man said in a hoarse voice.

"Hmph, you don't have a chance, go die!" Ji Liao swung his stick again.

"Bang bang. ”

Dozens of sticks fell, and the head of the gray-robed man was beaten into a pulp, completely turning into a corpse.

A smile rose at the corner of Ji Liao's mouth.

But at this moment, I saw a shock and squirm in the neck cavity of the gray-robed man, and then a villain who looked the same as the gray-robed man, but only the size of a palm, jumped out inside.

Without waiting for Ji Liao to react, he kicked his calf and jumped out directly.

It's extremely difficult to climb up, but it's much easier to climb down.

I saw that the villain's immature body only jumped a few times, and then jumped down more than a dozen steps, and by the time Ji Liao reacted, the villain had already jumped out dozens of feet.

"Yuan Ying!" Ji Liao was startled, but he didn't go down to catch up.

He knew that as long as he got below, he would definitely not be able to catch up with the gray-robed man's Yuan Baby.

Ji Liao was annoyed for a while, and secretly scolded himself for being careless, why did he forget that the Yuan Infant Monk destroyed his body, and the Yuan Infant could still get out of his body, so as to be reborn.

The gray-robed man's Yuan Infant had jumped off a hundred feet after a few jumps, and his steps stopped, his small eyes full of resentment.

"Boy, you wait for me, the revenge that ruined my body today, I Yin Chongyang will definitely repay it twice in the future. ”

Since he couldn't catch up, Ji Liao simply took a single hand, a long stick, and made a relaxed posture.

"Senior Yin, look at you, why is your temper so hot, the two of us don't have any blood feuds, come on, come back, let's discuss." ”

"I'm Nima.... ”

When Yin Chongyang's Yuan Ying heard this, his nose almost ran out of breath.

He couldn't have imagined that this kid had just ruined his body, and

To be able to say such shameless words.

What does it mean that there is no blood hatred, if destroying the body is not a blood hatred, then there is no hatred in the world.

"Hmph, I remember you, shameless junior, when Yin Mou's cultivation recovers, he will come to visit. ”

With that, Yin Chongyang's Yuanying waved his little hand and ran down.

"Eh, slow down, don't fall. ”

Ji Liao waved at Yin Chongyang's Yuanying and let him leave on his own.

When Yin Chongyang's Yuan Ying disappeared from his sight, Ji Liao retracted his gaze, looked at Yin Chongyang's corpse, and finally took off the storage bag on his waist and the two rings on his fingers that emitted faint fluctuations, and put them into his storage bag.

It was dark at this hour, but for a monk like Ji Liao, it was almost negligible.

His dispute with Yin Chongyang had already attracted the attention of the two above, and when they saw a monk in the foundation building period in Jiliao District beating Yin Chongyang to death in the Yuan Infant Stage, they all couldn't believe it and their eyes widened.

Ji Liao turned around, glanced at the stone steps, and found that the two people above were looking at him in horror, a smile rose on the corner of his mouth, as if he was flipping the wooden stick in his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

"Hehehe. ”

Ji Liao chuckled, took a deep breath, and walked up.

The person at the top of the line is a late Yuan infant, with a scar on the left cheek that runs across half of the cheek from the tip of the eyebrow, but it is a scar-faced man.

Before Ji Liao was 100 zhang, he had reached 600 zhang, but now Ji Liao has reached 300 zhang, and this scar-faced man has only walked out for more than 20 zhang.

And following him was the Jindan Fu Xiu that Ji Liao was worried about, Shi Rong.

Shi Rong and the scar-faced man are less than fifty zhang apart, I don't know what means he used, the scar-faced man has already sat down to rest, and Shi Rong is just every step up, a slight pause, he will take a step, and if this continues, it will be a matter of time before Shi Rong surpasses the scar-faced man.

Ji Liao was secretly anxious in his heart, so he didn't stay long, and stepped forward.

The heavier the pressure became, Ji Liao was almost carrying a weight of 400,000 jin at this time, crawling upward, his steps trembled slightly, and the strength of each step was enough to step on a mountain peak.

400 zhang, 500 zhang.

At this time, Shi Rong was already close to the scar-faced man, only two or three orders away.

And Ji Liao is still more than a hundred feet away from them.

Ji Liao stopped step by step, and finally couldn't maintain his original speed, his chest rose and fell violently, and he even felt that the weight made him unable to raise his head.

Fortunately, with this hard wooden stick as a support, Ji Liao still has some spare strength.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, the time of the night passed in a flash.

Ji Liao has climbed to more than 570 zhang.

And Shi Rong also surpassed the scar-faced man and ranked first, and the height of the two of them was already close to seven hundred zhang.

All three of them stopped and rested in unison.

After a while, Ji Liao was holding a wooden stick, and then as if there was a mountain in front of him, his steps slowly lifted, but he fell heavily.

He exerted all his strength, poured all his strength into the wooden stick, and with a hard effort, his whole body went up a step.

At this time, the weight has reached more than 700,000 catties, and Ji Liao has to use the strength to eat milk almost every time he takes a step.

Ascending a step, Ji Liao stopped, gasped violently for a while, and moved again.

The afterglow of the morning sun fell all over the sky and fell on this huge peak.

And these three people are like three ants, rubbing upwards a little bit.

After Ji Liao climbed the third step, Shi Rong, who was at the front, moved first and stepped on another step.

When the scar-faced man saw that Shi Rong moved, he also got up and moved with him, but he seemed to be fixed there, and he could only see his body trembling slightly, but he just couldn't move for half a minute.

A smile rose at the corner of Ji Liao's mouth, knowing that it was already the limit of that scar-faced man.

After resting for a while, Ji Liao moved again.

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, it was noon, Ji Liao's footsteps fell, and he took a step up with a wooden stick.

In half a day, Ji Liao walked up more than 70 zhang, while Shi Rong only walked more than a dozen zhang, and as for the scar-faced man, he only walked up a dozen steps.

Ji Liao's footsteps paused, and at this time the weight he was carrying had reached a million, and he only felt as if he was carrying a big mountain on his back.

He went up a step again, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

"Boy, why are you working so hard to do this, the cultivation of the foundation building period, even if you reach the top, you will not be able to succeed in planting the Dao. At this time, the scar-faced man said loudly when he saw Ji Liao catching up with him.

"Hehehe, there are no absolutes in the world, maybe after the next summit, this mountain can be opened. ”

"Hahaha. The scar-faced man laughed when he heard this, as if he had heard something funny, and looked back at Ji Liao, "Okay, boy, if you can reach the top and open this mountain, I will float and grow up, and I am willing to worship under your door and be willing to be your disciple." ”

"Senior's words are true!" Ji Liao also looked at Fu Changqing with a smile.

"Seriously! Seriously! I said nothing. Fu Changqing shook his head with a smile and waved his hand disapprovingly.

"It's a deal. Ji Liao nodded in response, taking a step.

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