Chapter 89: The Ruthless Wind Wuji, the Deadly Trap
Zhao Hu was stunned for a moment, blinked his somewhat sore eyes, and the expression on his face was complicated. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info which has expectations, uneasiness, and more is incredible.
He licked his dry lips, looked at Mo Chen expectantly, his voice couldn't help but soften a little, and asked, "Just now it was my old Zhao who heard it wrong, or did the Grand Duke say it wrong." As we are now, if we want to find a hundred thousand cultivation methods, we must rob the library of the War College. ”
The battle that destroyed the Eastern Soil back then was led by the War College, and the final harvest was naturally the most.
"I'll talk to Uncle Zhao about this matter in the future." Mo Chen's face was calm and he did not continue to explain.
Not to mention how many exercises the main god can obtain, in his own Purple Mansion, the Heavenly Dao Treasure has countless cultivation exercises.
For Mo Chen, practicing the exercises is not a matter at all.
Compared to the exercises, it is more difficult for him, and who should be taught when the time comes. After all, if you want to build an immortal academy, you don't have enough teachers, but you can't do it.
When Zhao Hu heard Mo Chen say this, he couldn't continue to ask.
100,000 cultivation exercises!
The secrets involved in it must be earth-shattering, even if you think about it with your ass.
Could it be that the Grand Duke has really obtained the inheritance of the Great Emperor?
Up to now, even Zhao Hu was a little unsure in his heart, whether Mo Chen had really obtained the inheritance of Feng Wuji.
The thought in his heart turned, his hands rubbed in front of him, a wry smile appeared on his face, his eyes looked at Mo Chen pitifully, and he stammered: "That, that." ”
Zhao Hu snorted for a while, his face was flushed like a monkey's buttocks, and he didn't say what he wanted to say.
Mo Chen is not a real nineteen-year-old young man after all, and he can see Zhao Hu's thoughts.
With a faint smile on his face, he calmly looked at Zhao Hu's flushed face, as well as the mouth that opened and closed without the slightest sound, and said with a smile: "One hundred thousand cultivation classics, some people will need to sort them out when the time comes."
But looking at the entire Chang'an City, Uncle Zhao is the most reassuring to be doing this important task. It's just that I don't know that it is inconvenient for Uncle Zhao to arrive, after all, this is not a small project. ”
Anyway, the exercises used to build the Immortal Academy are basically some ordinary methods, and at most they can achieve legends. Even if Zhao Hu looked at it all, it was not a big deal.
As for those advanced methods, they certainly can't be easily revealed. Even if it is a student of the Immortal Academy in the future, they will have to make a certain contribution in order to exchange it from the Immortal Academy.
"Convenient, definitely convenient." Zhao Hu's face was full of surprise, and he hurriedly nodded continuously, as if he was afraid that Mo Chen would regret it.
This kind of good thing, how can it be inconvenient, even if it is inconvenient, it will be convenient at that time!
Of the 100,000 cultivation classics, Zhao Hu's generation has never seen so many cultivation secret methods. As long as he thought that he would be able to have 100,000 cultivation secret methods for him to watch in a few days, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, this is simply too happy!
Mo Chen smiled, looked sideways at Li Si, and said with a smile: "What has happened to the War College recently. ”
The League of Legends affair was stirred up, and Mo Chen didn't believe that the War College would be indifferent.
In all the history he knew, League of Legends was the most proud title of War College. Not only did it limit the entire large and small city-states of Valoran, but it also gained supreme authority and glory in one fell swoop.
Li Si's face was a little solemn, his eyes flashed with different colors, and he said in a deep voice: "The War College held a grand preaching event today. There were three Sages from the War College alone who attended this event! ”
"The War College dispatched three Sages?" Mo Chen's brows furrowed slightly, and his face showed a solemn expression.
Although he had already guessed that the War Academy would not give up on the League of Legends plan, he did not expect that it would be so serious.
The three saints are really a big deal!
It seems that the plan of his Immortal Academy must be accelerated, at least to cultivate enough new blood for Dongtu.
Li Si's eyes narrowed slightly, and he bowed to Mo Chen and said, "Grand Duke, judging from the current situation, the plan of the League of Legends must be extremely important to the War College, otherwise they would not have made such a big move.
I think it's worth taking a closer look at what the so-called League of Legends really is. The War College has never done useless things, and if they attach so much importance to the League of Legends, it must be of great help to the War College, no, to these Sages! ”
If it's just useful for the War College, then it's obviously not enough to make those Sages so concerned.
Three Sages, this is not an easy matter. In normal times, unless it is related to the life and death of the War College, there will never be three saints.
This alone shows how important League of Legends is to them.
Mo Chen was silent for a while, and shook his head helplessly.
With my own understanding of the League of Legends, there are not too many detailed records in it, and I really can't guess what role the League of Legends can play for those saints.
Just when the two of them were deep in thought, Zhao Hu's face changed, and his face showed hatred.
He was silent for a few breaths, and said in a heavy voice: "I may be able to guess something about this." If that's the case, it's going to be a big problem. ”
When Mo Chen and Li Si heard this, they raised their heads and looked at Zhao Hu, their faces full of doubt.
Zhao Hu didn't hesitate, took out a roll of golden Jinjuan from his arms, picked it up with both hands and handed it to Mo Chen, and said in a deep voice: "After reading the things above, the Grand Duke knows why they care so much about the affairs of the League of Legends." ”
Mo Chen looked down at the Jinjuan, only to see that her whole body was full of brilliance, flashing with a faint fluorescence in the hot sun, and it looked very extraordinary.
He took Jinjuan, and his tentacles were as cold as jade, smooth and delicate.
Mo Chen slowly opened it, and when he saw the record on it, his face suddenly changed slightly.
I saw that it was written: Gather the incense of all living beings, gather the merits of heaven and earth, condense the fortune of the country, and become the supreme kingdom of God!
Although the latter two words are different, they are simply the method of casting the heavenly court!
Mo Chen's heart moved, he quickly looked back, and in just a few breaths, he completely included all the content in his eyes.
Sure enough, this is basically not much different from the Heaven Casting Court that he obtained.
Mo Chen closed the scroll, his eyes closed slightly and pondered for two breaths, and said in a condensed voice: "This is the "Emperor Road Wuji Sutra" you said. ”
Zhao Hu nodded solemnly, and said solemnly: "This is the "Emperor Road Wuji Sutra" from the Great Emperor, and it is also the only complete copy of the entire Eastern Soil.
When the empire fell, the War College should have obtained part of the scriptures of the "Imperial Road Wuji Sutra", which is why it values League of Legends so much. Because they want to rely on the League of Legends to gather merit and luck for themselves to speed up the progress of their cultivation! ”
"The only complete copy?" Mo Chen clenched the scroll in his hand, a strange smile appeared on his face, and his voice smiled strangely.
Complete, if this thing can be called complete, wouldn't the share of Heaven Casting Court that he obtained be superfluous.
Mo Chen thought of the missing part of the Heavenly Court in his hand, and he just wanted to look up to the sky and laugh in his heart.
The core secret method of suppressing qi luck is missing, and only the part of burning qi luck is retained, which is simply a trap, a trap for whoever cultivates who dies!
Now, he can't wait to see the League of Legends established, and then see the results of the War College!
Burning luck, tsk is really amazing.
Even the legendary saints would not dare to do such a thing of fishing with all their might!
There is a saying, how to say it.
I look at you, thousands of high-rise buildings rise from the ground, and the guests and heroes have arrived.
I see you, your prestige is spread all over the world, and your power is brilliant and unrivaled.
Look at you, the building has collapsed and people are dead!
"Exactly, this inheritance is from the hands of the Great Emperor, and there will be absolutely nothing wrong with it." Zhao Hu's face was full of solemnity, and he nodded seriously.
This is the most important inheritance of Dongtu, and even if he forgets who he is, he will not dare to make a mistake about it. In order that this inheritance will not be lost, the entire Dongtu has paid too much blood!
"Heh, Feng Wuji is really calculating, worthy of a generation of heroes." Mo Chen shook his head, casually threw Jinjuan on the desk, and smiled with emotion.
I'm afraid that Feng Wuji knows that he will die, and he expects that the enemy will not let go of the Dongtu clan, so he will leave this broken inheritance, wanting to lure the enemy into being fooled, and God will kill them unknowingly.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the loyalty of the remnants of the Gale and the tenacity of the Dongtu people. Despite thousands of disasters, Dongtu still survived.
However, it is extraordinary that Feng Wuji can still leave such a ruthless calculation before he dies.
"What do you mean by that, Grand Duke?" Zhao Hu looked at Mo Chen's casual attitude towards the "Imperial Road Wuji Sutra", and listened to his brainless words, a little bad thought suddenly rose in his heart, and he asked with a little pale.
Mo Chen glanced at Zhao Hu's pale face and said with a smile: "You have already guessed, haven't you?" This is not a complete lineage at all, and the most central part of it is missing. It's a trap, a trap left by Feng Wuji for his enemies. ”
When Zhao Hu heard this, his hands clenched instantly, and the green tendons on it beat violently, like a dragon coiling on it.
His face was unpredictable, sometimes terrifying, sometimes full of sorrow. He was silent for a few minutes, and then burst out laughing, two lines of tears slowly dripping down his face.
"We sacrificed so many brothers to protect a trap, a trap against the enemy. It's not worth their deaths, it's not worth dying. Zhao Hu thought of the brothers who died to protect this secret, and he could no longer hold back the sorrow in his heart, and knelt on the ground and cried.
He hung his head and slammed into the ground, his hands clutching his hair tightly and letting out a scream of grief.
"Grand Duke." Li Si saw Zhao Hu's gaffe, his face showed a worried look, and he said in a low voice.
"It's okay, let him be quiet for a while." Mo Chen shook his head slightly and said softly.
No matter who you are, it will not be too good to know that what you have been guarding all your life is a trap left behind to deal with the enemy.
Mo Chen paused for two breaths, looked sideways at Jin Juan on the desk, showed a faint smile on his face, and said flatly: "As for that thing, it's up to us to send it out for Feng Wuji." ”