Inside Jijiazhuang.

A group of adults gathered around a young boy.

They couldn't believe it.

Before, Ji Congxin opened up a sea of ​​suffering and it was not exposed.

After it was confirmed that it was correct, everyone was ecstatic, as if they had won a big prize.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

"Congxin, you are so awesome!"

"God bless my Jijiazhuang. I have a real talent in Jijiazhuang, no worse than Xie Donghai who was before Xiao Xiezhuang."

…

Everyone guarded Ji Congxin in the middle, and they kept praising her. At the same time, they were all shocked in their hearts.

In the past, although Ji Congxin performed well, there was still a long way to go before she could open up a sea of ​​suffering.

Unexpectedly, if you don't make a sound, it will become a blockbuster.

Not a single sign.

Everyone praised Ji Congxin with great enthusiasm. On the surface, Ji Congxin was modest and reasonable, even saying this was nothing.

But I feel a little complacent in my heart - you people have finally observed the advantages of the future Emperor Congxin!

When everyone praised and agreed, they made insinuations and asked Ji Congxin how he achieved a breakthrough. Ji Congxin said that he practiced hard and then achieved a breakthrough.

It makes people envious. You must know that most people have been busy for thirty or forty years, and they are old and have not yet opened up the sea of ​​suffering.

There were also some distant relatives, who happened to have girls of the right age at home, who suggested that a marriage contract could be made, but Ji Congxin pretended not to understand.

After a long time, everyone reluctantly dispersed.

Excellent people have many troubles.

Ji Congxin sighed.

In the dead of night, with the bright moonlight shining on his face, he was reflecting again. His strength had been exposed, and logically it would attract enemies of the same level.

If the opponent has many people or has special means, I may not be able to defeat them.

Wouldn't that put you in danger?

Rounding things off, wouldn’t my own life be in danger?

You can't sit still and wait for death.

Ji Congxin thought that he should practice harder and break through to another realm as soon as possible to increase his sense of security.

At the same time, he looked at the scroll.

[Task: Build the Life Fountain

Status: Completed

Mission reward: Saint’s Claw (to be collected)]

[Task 4: Build the Divine Bridge

Completeness: 0/1

Mission reward: 1 fellow Taoist, 1 random magic decision]

He has completed the life fountain, the old mission has been completed, and the new mission has appeared. What is the reward of the Claw of the Saint?

It must not be a fine iron weapon. It is useless to use something like elixir containing a small amount of essence.

Ji Congxin put up a homemade statue of the Three Emperors.

Three kind old people stand on the same base, the oldest on the left and the youngest on the right. The skills are a bit rough, but that's not important. What matters is the intention.

"Emperor Suiren, Emperor Fuxi, and Emperor Shennong, please bless your smart and kind-hearted, helpful, eager for justice, generous, aboveboard, jealous of evil, handsome and handsome junior Ji Congxin, and bless him with great luck.

I will offer you incense every day from now on."

Ji Congxin respectfully and sincerely put on three sticks of incense.

Then, he anxiously clicked to claim the reward.

A hand suddenly appeared in front of him out of thin air.

It's a person's right hand.

The five fingers were spread out, about the same size as an adult's hand, and the palm prints on them were clearly visible, as if a person's hand had been cut off at the wrist, and there were several drops of dried blood on the cut area.

Ji Congxin stretched out a finger and touched it, it was warm.

Different from the human hand, its entire body is golden, as if made of gold, shrouded in a colorful halo.

Observing carefully, it seems that there are Taoist inscriptions engraved inside, looming, and there is an indescribable Taoist rhyme emanating from it. It is evil yet sacred, and good and evil coexist.

"What's the use?"

Ji Congxin boldly picked it up and studied it carefully, holding the Saint's Claw as if holding the palm of another person, like a magic weapon, but he could not see its use in a short time.

He directly clicked on the picture scroll and checked the introduction——

[Name: Claw of the Saint

Grade: unknown

Origin: An accompaniment of the mysterious scroll, it has the power to change cause and effect and travel through time and space.

Use: Select a Taoist friend and you can randomly obtain an item from the other party. Each person can only use it once.

The quality and completeness of the items obtained are affected by your own strength, the strength of the opponent, and the degree of refining of the Saint's Claw.

Each time you use it, you need to consume 500 source points.

Note: The Claw of the Saint is a forbidden weapon. It has the effect of ignoring time and space and cutting off cause and effect. Each use will consume 1 year of the user's life, so please use it with caution.]

After Ji Congxin read it, he couldn't help but take a breath of the cool nitrogen-octane-oxygen mixture.

Isn't this... a random treasure... going to be given away?

In the future, if I become close friends with an ancient emperor who helps each other...

Ji Cong began to have wild thoughts.

With hope in mind, he prepared to refine the Saint's Claw without saying a word.

It was easy to put it into one's own sea of ​​suffering. The saint's claws went directly to the center of the sea of ​​suffering, and a divine spring kept washing it.

At the beginning, Ji Congxin found that the refining went smoothly. It only took him one night to gain a weak grasp of the Saint's Claw.

At the same time, information was transmitted to his sea of ​​consciousness from time to time, about how to use the Saint's Claw.

Ji Congxin accepted it. He didn't have a weapon yet and had been using his bare hands. Now he directly used the Saint's Claw as his weapon to refine.

As for Ji Congxin's home, relatives and friends from the clan gathered together, and he was not stingy with money, so they were very happy and even rushed to help build it.

…

In a mountain forest.

A one-armed man stood in a pool of blood, surrounded by seven or eight corpses, all wearing Black Tiger Gang uniforms.

"The bastards of the Black Tiger Gang! They are really haunting."

The one-armed man cursed and looked tired. His face looked weathered and he even had a lot of white hair on his head, but he was only 16 years old.

Still a teenager.

He was covered in blood, both his own and his enemies'.

There were scars all over his body on his face, arms, legs, chest and back, some old and new, but he didn't frown and looked at them as normal.

He couldn't help but hate the Black Tiger Gang, he was ruthless to the core.

First, he wanted protection money, but when he retreated, he attracted a large group of people. The entire village was massacred, all his relatives were killed, and he himself was seriously injured. He kept evading pursuit and escaped death several times.

He is the genius of Xiao Xiezhuang, Xie Donghai.

After more than ten rounds of fierce pursuits and fierce battles, not only did he not die, but he recovered from his injuries and became stronger.

"I need some magical medicine, otherwise it will be difficult to improve my cultivation! I must build the life spring, build the divine bridge, and then destroy the Black Tiger Gang."

Xie Donghai thought about his future. After several pursuits, the Black Tiger Gang paid more attention to him. The two deputy gang leaders personally led their troops to search for his traces.

But now he has no one to rely on and has no way to obtain resources.

Cultivation cannot be improved.

"It would be great if I could break through the life spring."

Xie Donghai touched a box in his arms and confirmed that it was still there, feeling relieved. He actually didn't take the Black Tiger Gang seriously.

He was born with outstanding aptitudes and extraordinary understanding. What took others a day to memorize, he could read twice; others practiced diligently for two or three years, but he could reach the same level in half a year.

When I was nine years old, I went out alone for the first time and picked up a purple sun grass. It contains a lot of essence and is worth more than ten times that of ordinary spiritual grass.
To be continued...