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Shi Jian stood with his hands behind his back, looked down at his son, who had become the living dead, and was silent.

Since Saito sent Shi Shaojian back and briefly informed him of the passage, Shi Jian has maintained this posture for nearly half an hour, not speaking, not changing color, expressionless, not sad, and not angry. However, the air at the scene froze directly, and the dozen or so Shi Jian's disciples present didn't even dare to vent the atmosphere, their backs were wet with sweat and heavy clothes, and as time went by, their spirits tended to collapse.

Only Saito was still calm and quietly waiting for Shi Jian's next step.

After a long time, Shi Jian slowly stretched out his hand and gently stroked his son's forehead.

"Uncle Shi, please also mourn ......" No one present dared to speak out, only Saitoichi sighed and said: "The ko-headed god who killed my senior brother is an ancient Egyptian god that we offended when we traveled abroad, so this matter is always a little implicated in us, if we can do our best for this, we have no shirk responsibility."

As far as I know, Western alchemy has a method of replacing the soul with the 'Philosopher's Stone', which may awaken the senior brother...... In addition, modern medical techniques can also ensure the immortality of the senior brother's body for decades, and during this period, the remnant soul of the senior brother may be recovered......"

Before the words fell, Saito's eyes suddenly bloomed!

Shi Jian's hand caressing his son's forehead suddenly burst into a strong electric light, and under the just right amount of electricity, Shi Shaojian's body only twitched slightly, and then he was completely angry on the spot, and there was no life at all!

"Uncle Shi, this ......" Unexpectedly, there was such a change, and Saito couldn't help but be stunned. Many of the other disciples couldn't stand the stimulation of the upheaval and collapsed to the ground in fright.

"People have lost their souls, what do they still have skins to do?" After killing his son, Shi Jian's expression remained unchanged. The tone was flat, but there was an indescribable determination. "How can I, Shi Jian, be a person who is entangled in a mere skin and blood? Since my son's soul has been scattered, his fate with me has ended. As for those who have harmed my son, and counted on me, I will find them to settle their grievances. ”

Seeing what Saito wanted to say, Shi Jian's eyes swept away, and there seemed to be infinite lightning flashing between his eyes, which made Saito Yiyi seem to have the illusion that his soul was suffering from a thunderstorm, and he was secretly frightened - if he was a ghost immortal who had not survived the thunder tribulation, he was swept away by Shi Jian's gaze, and he was afraid that he would be injured. By killing his son. Shi Jian has completely cut off the deepest Hongchen attachment, and his mind is even more desperate and his heart is stronger! Now even if Shi Shaojian's soul is sent back without any damage, Shi Jian will definitely have no reason to regret it.

"If it has nothing to do with you, then talk less so that you don't get involved in cause and effect. I will find a group of people involved to understand this matter clearly, and I don't need you to mention it!" After saying this, Shi Jian ordered his disciples to collect Shi Shaojian's body and bury it, and then turned around and strode into the back hall. No longer pay half attention to Shi Shaojian's corpse.

Saito sighed, and then said goodbye and left. He knew that Shi Shaojian's death had made a great breakthrough in Shi Jian's state of mind, and the next four thunder tribulations were in sight, and whether this matter was good or bad. It's still hard to know. But at least one thing is certain: there is a subtle difference between the unfolding of things and the intentions of those behind the scenes.

The key is that the mastermind behind the scenes ignored Shi Shaojian's insightful insight into the Dragon Blood Pill and Wang Zong's "Imperial Macro Micro Sword", and Shi Shaojian did not directly kill Wang Zong's subordinates. Not to mention that it will be shattered and thus cover up the real wounds on the soul. As a result, Wang Zong is no longer the first person responsible for bearing Shi Jian's anger. On the contrary, the danger of playing with fire behind the scenes has increased greatly. At the same time, Shi Shaojian's physical body also created another difficult choice and opportunity for Shi Jian to break through.

It's not that the people behind it are negligent or incompetent. In fact, even if any of these two accidents are missing, the script will continue to be performed according to the intention of the mastermind behind the scenes.

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"Win! win! I won again! hahaha......" Mislia cheered and excited.

"This little ghost, where did you get so many tricks?" Looking at the huge "You1OSE" words displayed in the 3D holographic eyes, Wang Zong reluctantly put down the game controller in his hand, and reached out to pick up the little ghost head in front of him: "Okay, after playing this game, you will give me practice." ”

"How can this work? This game is obviously Dad, you deliberately lost so quickly!" As soon as he heard the exercises, the boy shook his head like a rattle, and begged in a low voice: "Or, play another game, and you will ...... one game."

"A manly man is a man who speaks, why do you always find extra reasons for yourself?" Wang Zong laughed and scolded when he heard this: "After winning so many games, you should be very content, right?"

The boy nodded at first, and then shook his head a little depressedly: "Although I win more, I always win in the game, and it is not as good as actually winning you once in reality......"

The father and son are actually playing games with a portable strategy simulation computer, a highly intelligent computer that has been able to do one for each player in the Middle-Continent team, but some people are not used to it. Although Wang Zong himself hardly uses it, it is more than enough to use it as a children's game console now. In addition, this laptop computer also contains more books than any modern library and a variety of learning software, which can be used as a learning machine.

Mislia is also a strong character, and she is never willing to accept defeat lightly. But in the actual training, he tried his best, whether it was a sneak attack, a trap arranged in advance, or a sound attack, Wang Zong could always easily resolve it when he saw the move. However, in a computer game, where the two sides start with a fair number, and in a binary world, Celestial Induction, Murderous Perception, and so on are no longer applicable, Mislia can often win back a city. It can be said that in almost all types of games except real-time fighting games, Wang Zong loses more and wins less, which finally makes the little boy sulk a little.

Through various methods of simulation tests, Wang Zong also initially grasped the character of Mislia - in addition to being strong and not losing again, Mislia always has a lingering sense of cunning and unscrupulousness. He can be as forbearant as a lone wolf, but he can also target opportunities and strike fiercely. However, he is not yet bloodthirsty or ruthless, as his passion for games is, many times. His mentality is closer to playing a game with serious devotion, a real game of life.

After all. There are no principles at all for such a young child. Misria's current personality is not yet finalized, and it is impossible to say whether it is good or evil. A qiē also depends on the guidance and opportunities in the future.

As for his attitude towards his father, although he is not very close, it is enough to be called reverence. In the story that Accardo told him about his father, he was always synonymous with a series of accolades such as tall, strong, brave, and intelligent. Tall enough to be able to dominate the sky with one hand, strong enough to move mountains and seas, brave and intelligent enough to defeat powerful enemies like gods and demons that are impossible to defeat...... It was not even taboo to tell his father about his grandfather's defeat. Of course, this last point may well have been deliberate - it is now a matter of course for the next generation to triumph over the previous generation in Mislia's mind, while worshipping the father. He has also set it as his highest goal to one day defeat his father and grow up to be stronger than his father.

Because of such a goal, although Mislia likes to play games very much at the moment, she is not as addicted as ordinary children after all, and soon resists the temptation, puts down the game controller, and follows Wang Zong's instructions, with breathing and breathing, and running qi and blood. Start punching.

Wang Zong also enveloped the boy with an invisible aura, and the force like an undercurrent in the deep sea continued to push and impact his body up and down, creating huge pressure and tests for him, and at the same time, he was also comprehensively washing his marrow and bones. Produces the best workout results with half the effort.

Half an hour later, the boy was sweating profusely with hot steam. The body tends to be overdrawn, and the pain all over the body is unbearable. The bones felt as if they were about to crack.

Wang Zong then asked him to take a short rest, and then proceeded to the next project, the medicinal bath.

If there is no medicated bath tonic. The previous exercise will become an excessively courageous and diligent move, and the seedlings of Yan zhòng overdraft potential and longevity will be promoted, and it is very likely to cause deformity. However, the medicated bath will definitely not be a comfortable enjoyment.

Soaking in the potion, the irritating liquid penetrates into the body from the pores of the whole body, bringing a crazy feeling of itching and extreme pain like a thousand ants and the body, ten thousand insects devouring bones, but at the same time, you must keep your mind clear and concentrate on luck to guide the medicinal properties, which can be described as a physical and mental refinement, if you can't persevere, you will give up all your efforts.

The boy also showed an extremely painful expression at first, but he still persevered, and soon followed the pure heart condensation method granted by Wang Zong, stabilized his spirit, abandoned distracting thoughts, and began to enter the right track of practice.

Wang Zong silently paid attention to his practice, and suddenly felt something, and when he turned his head, he saw Akado stepping on a flowing blood shadow, silently sliding over.

Acator raised his index finger and shook it gently, signaling not to alarm his son to practice, and the beautiful lip line that was hooked bloomed with a faint smile.

When Wang Zong first saw her, all she could do was a twisted and cruel sneer on her face. But now she has a small dimple on her cheeks, which can almost be described as gentle and innocent.

"How is it, my son's practice is still smooth, right?" Akado, who was dressed in a pure white silk skirt, looked at Wang Zong with a slender jade neck and clear pupils like jewels. In the originally cold eyes, the emotion called 'hate', which was once undisguised, has long disappeared.

"It should be said that it was a little surprising to me, if it goes on like this, within a month, he will be able to practice a body of invulnerability, invulnerable, poisonous and invulnerable, and his internal strength will begin to enter the house. Wang Zong couldn't help but admire, "His innate muscles and bones are as good as I have never seen before, and the most important thing is that his will to endure pain is too surprising to me, and I didn't have it so easy to survive this kind of Cheng Dù's medicinal refining back then." ”

"What's so strange about that, for he is your son, and my son!" said Akado chuckled proudly, "Besides, what is this kind of suffering? I have been exercising his ability to endure pain since he was a baby. ”

"How did you get him to exercise since he was a child?" Wang Zong suddenly felt a little cold in his heart when he heard this.

"Actually, it's very simple, it's just basking in the sun!"

"Basking in the sun?"

"Yes, although he is a natural daywalker and can survive in the sun, he still has a natural fear of the sun, and if he spends too much time in the sun, he will also get sunshine. In order to help him overcome this weakness, I always let him bask in the sun every day from the time he was born, and I kept extending the time again and again. Until he was blistered in the sun. Anyway, Ariel Rose can help him heal his injuries, and his own self-healing ability is amazing enough. As long as you are careful, you will never die. That's it, after he shed a few layers of skin. I don't feel much of the sun anymore, it's okay to go on a desert hike without any armor, or just look into the sun like you do. The ability of his eyes is the way to awaken through guò......"

"Now I think it's really not easy for him to live until now......"

Wang Zong smiled bitterly, this also shows that Misria's nerves are indeed inherently far tougher or bigger than ordinary people, and he has experienced so much destruction since he was a child, but in the end, he didn't leave any obvious psychological shadows or want to run away from home or anything.

As he spoke, the soft and delicate body was already clinging to Wang Zong's back. Although Acatore is a pure-blood Caucasians. But her slender figure is a little eastern, so she is equivalent to attaching her whole body weight to a man. Even if Wang Zong didn't have a keen perception, he could clearly feel that there were two subtle places behind him that were becoming firm, constantly rubbing and squeezing his back muscles.

"What's the matter, while my son is still practicing, do you want to play some game?" Akado's mouth had already reached Wang Zong's ear, and his soft and moist small tongue poked into his ear, and his teeth were gently biting. Her voice mixed with the moisture she breathed intoxicatingly. And it seems to be drilling into the pores and getting drunk into the bones of people.

Wang Zong's throat moved, and he unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, breathing heavily. The blood is full of blood, and some of them are difficult to suppress. However, he still had some sense, patted a pair of soft flowers that were wrapped around him, and said, "He won't spend an hour practicing this time." There's not a lot of time, and besides, I have to keep an eye on what leaks. ”

Bloodlines have a long lifespan. The physical strength is strong, so certain physiological phenomena or exercises will be correspondingly extended to a point that is unimaginable to ordinary people. And with the growth of their own life vitality. Wang Zong also has a similar feeling more and more—usually light yì doesn't have any sexuality, but if sexuality comes, then no matter the time and intensity, ordinary women can't bear it—this tendency is actually similar to that of a giant dragon in a certain way, and it is also a common trait of powerful creatures. So at the moment, in order to avoid teaching bad children, it is necessary to choose the appropriate time and place to do certain things.

"Then find a time for him to play alone, and we will both go and play for a few days. "Anyway, your son won't get lost or starve to death, just be careful not to let people follow." ”

"Speaking of which, I have a plan. Wang Zong suddenly said, "I can't stay in this world for too long, so after laying the foundation for Misria this time, I want to find a master for him." ”

"Do you think I can't train him alone?" Akado glanced at him, a little dissatisfied.

"It's not like that. Wang Zong shook his head: "You must know that many great grandmasters and scholars who are full of peach and plums often fail to teach their children in the end. It's just that everyone will always have some inappropriate bias towards their children, or overly spoiled, or have too high expectations, or have too strong a desire to control. Therefore, for a person, it is necessary to have a master who can treat him with a relatively objective attitude. Furthermore, one more master, one more path, and one more knowledge, and we always have our own limitations, if you expect your son to surpass you and me in the future, you can't limit him from growing up as you expect. ”

"Talking so much, after all, you don't worry about your son being taken by me, right?" Akado said angrily: "I don't have any other opinions, but the master you found for my son can't be weaker than me at least!"

"Can you still fight with others first?" Wang Zong shook his head helplessly, "You are in China, you have to keep a low profile." Nowadays, the cultivation realm of Huaxia has always maintained extreme vigilance and rejection of the blood clan, if you cause something big, it will attract many masters to besiege you.

Although you can use secret methods to hide your blood aura, and even walk in the sun, while hypnotizing ordinary people so as not to reveal their whereabouts. But these methods are not enough in front of ghosts and immortals, Jindan-level masters, and monks who are proficient in looking at qi and looking at appearances. It's almost fair to say that as soon as you appear in front of them, they'll notice at first glance that you're not human. So the most important thing is to change your constitution so that you can hide your identity from those people as well. ”

"Is it the cultivation of the Blood Moon Spirit Book you are talking about?" Akado stroked his forehead and asked with some nerve-wracking, "Are you sure it works, these days I have changed the blood energy circulation route according to what you said, and fused the energy you input, but I can't feel any changes." However, you said that cultivating this ability requires abstaining from drinking blood for half a month, which makes me feel a little hungry. If you design this secret method that doesn't bring great power quickly, and you need to consistently maintain a very low amount of blood, I don't think most of the blood clan will want to cultivate. ”

"There is no way, there is a way that 'the way of heaven is more than enough to make up for the deficiency', if your own energy is already in a saturated state, it is difficult to guide external energy into the body, at least until you reach a considerable realm. In addition, this set of exercises also has distinctive oriental characteristics, although theoretically promising, but it is really not very powerful for a long time in the early days. Wang Zong smiled indifferently: "I don't think this set of exercises will be promoted much among the blood clan. Just as the Buddha promised all the wonders of Elysium, how many people in the world can really give up ** and pleasure to follow his austerities and precepts?

But don't worry, I will do my best to help you achieve this set of exercises at any cost, and then as long as you don't give up your cultivation, not only will you be able to continuously improve your strength without killing anyone, but you will also be able to overcome the innate weaknesses of the blood clan to a great extent, and perfectly integrate with the ordinary people when necessary. ”

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The clear night sky is sparsely moonlit, a few lone stars are shining silver, the night is quiet, and the breeze is blowing.

Thunder on a dry day, thunder and lightning and strong light seem to appear suddenly, but at the moment of appearance, it has occupied most of the sky, and the screaming wind is mixed with rumbling rolling thunder, all shrouded in a rooftop mountain, shining the entire rooftop mountain like daylight, but not a single big tree was split by lightning and caught fire, which is quite a spectacle for a while.

Tiantai Mountain, now it is the main altar of the consistent road, and it is also the largest place of the consistent road. The whole dojo is surrounded by green mountains, green water lingers, the scenery is picturesque, the natural scenery is beautiful, it is the holy land of heaven in the world, and it is the treasure land of the spiritual mountain of the heavenly dragon protector.

The dojo is built on the mountain, the houses and temples are continuous for several miles, the architectural style runs through the east and west, the four sides have their own rough Roman stone pillars as support, the roof is Chinese classical style gilded glazed tiles, and the appearance is granite marble wall. The buildings are all based on gold and white, which are magnificent, brilliant, and beautiful, as elegant and solemn as the pure land of Buddhism. There is a golden dragon coiled in the temple, and you can see the golden Buddha and the Vajra angel protector everywhere. In the center, the shrine shape erects the golden and brilliant monument of ten zhang high, and then carves 20 big characters of "Ming Ming God immeasurable and pure, supreme and holy three realms, ten directions, ten thousand spirits", and the momentum is magnificent. The lights in the dojo are always bright, and there is light to guide them at all times.

At the moment, there was thunder and lightning, and the wind was raging, but not a single thing in the dojo was struck by lightning, and not a single lamp was extinguished by the strong wind, which was quite a spectacle.

In the midst of the rolling thunder, an old sigh came from the dojo: "Sect Master Shi, the poor Dao knows that your beloved son is newly mourned, and the grief in my heart is inexplicable. However, it is true that this matter has no causal involvement with the poor road, so what is the reason why you are now making such a brute posture and coming to the door?"

"Why did I come to you, I want you to know for yourself!"

Shi Jian's voice followed, only to see him step on the void, stepping on a flickering and jumping but always solidified and solid thunder and lightning staircase step by step from the sky, his voice was as cold as the night wind in the extreme north, which made all the consistent Dao disciples in the dojo feel a piercing chill that rose from the tail vertebrae along the spine and spread throughout the body.

"Poor Dao originally wanted to persuade him with good words, are you really afraid that Poor Dao will not succeed?" Seeing that Shi Jian didn't know what to do, Lu Zhongyi's tone also turned cold, "You Shi Jian is known as 'the first attacker', but it is only the first in the Maoshan faction, not the first in the whole of China! )