Four days later, the Forgotten Realm Star Field.

Overall, the Forgotten Realm is a strange place, first of all, an enclave, a three-day voyage to the nearest habitable planet in the Milky Way, separated by a cosmic wilderness full of dangerous undercurrents.

But when Han Lang's Falcon-class frigate crossed this wilderness, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and seventeen habitable planets appeared on the light radar detector, no more than a standard jump distance from each other.

Although the Forgotten Realm is far less prosperous than the core area of the galaxy, it is a part of the cosmic wilderness, and the Forgotten Realm is like an oasis in the desert, sheltering the people who live here.

The automatic navigation system led Han Lang to land on the most remote habitable planet of the seventeenth, to be precise, the landing site was in the courtyard of the Zong Wu Daoist.

Thinking about Zong Wudao, he should be quite rich, his mansion covers an area of thousands of acres, surrounded by dense forests, and the gray buildings are full of quaint atmosphere, except for being a little remote, it is a quite elegant manor castle.

In addition to Han Lang's frigate, there are also two space shuttles parked in the courtyard, a portable spaceship that can only be ridden by four people, presumably the means of transportation for Zong Wudao and the night black, Han Lang already knew before he came, although the two of them are neighbors, they do not live on the same planet.

The night blacks live on the most prosperous habitable planet No. 1, whose name seems to be Tarimtu, and Zong Wudao lives on the most remote habitable planet No. 17, called Silent Hill.

When Han Lang stepped off the starship, he saw the Night Negro and Zong Wudao, although in the virtual system and real-time video connection, Han Lang had seen them countless times. At this moment, I saw the true faces of the two of them. Han Lang was still very excited.

"Two teachers. I've kept you waiting. Han Lang smiled and saluted the two.

The night is dark and elegant, the sect is domineering, and the two old men stand together, with completely different temperaments.

"Don't be so polite, you can call me Lao Hei, call him an old monster." The night black man said with a smile, he called Han Lang Zong Wudao an old monster, and Zong Wudao didn't seem to be angry. It's just that his face is as cold as ever.

"I've brought you some gifts, all of them are native to the earth." Han Lang smiled and pointed to his moon mark and said.

"Is it food? Lao Mo often praises the delicacies of the earth. The night black man asked curiously.

"It's not." Han Lang shook his head and said: "I'm in too much of a hurry, although the earth's food is good, it takes a lot of time, so I didn't have time to prepare, by the way, how is Lao Mo now?" ”

"It's not the same as usual, with a group of robots, looking for the so-called artifact everywhere, in fact, the artifact is not the weapon used by the god of war. Lao Mo Fei said that there is a unique weapon in the world, which contains the spirit of war. Only weapons with a war spirit can be regarded as a real artifact. The night black man said with a smile.

Han Lang followed the night black and Zong Wudao into the ancient castle, which was a little dark and gloomy.

Zong Wudao is obviously not good at tidying up housework, things are still everywhere, the three of them sat down on the sofa, Han Lang felt a little hard under his buttocks, reached out and touched it, and took out a book.

"On the damage spread of lightning superpowers in water warfare." Han Lang read the name of the book again.

The night black man smiled, pointed at Zong Wudao and said: "The old monster is a martial idiot, he doesn't have any other books at home, all of them are tactical theories, and there is a four-story library behind him, most of which are ancient books." ”

Zong Wudao disagreed: "Aren't you the same? The basement is full of pharmacology books, and the precious ancient books are no less than mine. ”

As soon as the words changed, Zong Wudao said with a straight face: "Han Lang, welcome to the realm of oblivion, for so many years, Lao Hei and I are almost moldy in this ghost place, you can bring us some fun here." ”

"But I must tell you the truth, the Forgotten Realm is a very dangerous place, and Lao Hei and I both came here to live in seclusion because we offended people in the galaxy and were cornered."

"The reason why we are here is because except for the Forgotten Realm, no place in the galaxy dares to take us in, and the Forgotten Realm has an unborn powerhouse, and only he dares to give us shelter."

"This kind of asylum is not unconditional, Lao Hei and I have stepped into the realm of oblivion with one foot, and we must never leave here again, otherwise our asylum will kick the two of us out forever and never enter the country again."

"Of course, you're not here to find refuge, so you don't have to be restricted by this and can leave freely, but you have to pay attention to the fact that the seventeen planets of the Forgotten Realm are full of vicious people, even the roadside vendors selling sweet tea, they may be the killers who have crossed the galaxy in the past."

"So during your time in the Forgotten Realm, you must be careful, there are no galactic laws here, there are rules, rules set by the Patron, once you break the rules, neither I nor Lao Hei can save you."

Han Lang was stunned, and all the desperate bandits in the galaxy sought refuge in the realm of oblivion? Even the roadside hawker could be the killer of the galaxy in the past? This place is so magical!

Nodding, Han Lang said: "I understand, in fact, the two teachers can rest assured, I didn't come here to play in the mountains and rivers, but to learn some real skills, and I don't want to know anything about the outside world." ”

"Good!" Zong Wudao said with some seriousness

Zong Wudao was a very strict old man and didn't talk much, but the night black man chatted with Han Lang very speculatively, and the three of them ate something together, and drank a few glasses of fruit wine that was a specialty of the Forgotten Realm.

After eating, Zong Wudao sent Han Lang to a circular room with a diameter of five hundred meters in the depths of the ancient castle, the floor and walls were made of high-strength three-titanium alloy, which should be the place where Zong Wudao cultivated.

"Han Lang, I have only seen your cultivation in remote videos in the past, and now I want to watch it again with my own eyes, just use the Star Breaking Fist I taught you, as for the opponent, no, it all depends on your own imagination." Zong Wudao said the requirements very simply.

Han Lang nodded, then closed his eyes, thinking about the enemies he had dealt with in his life, and if they were in this room at the moment, what kind of moves would they need to use to deal with him.

Pregnant!

I saw Han Lang smile slightly, and his body suddenly flipped sideways, from his armpit at a very weird angle. I punched it out with a digging!

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Han Lang's body began to deform violently. The magnitude is huge. It's like a dragon flying and a phoenix dancing!

The Night Negro and Zong Wudao stood in the corner and observed carefully, the Night Negro shook his head and asked, "Old monster, why don't you find an opponent for Han Lang?" ”

Zong Wudao disagreed, "Han Lang has never learned formal martial arts, he directly learned the forbidden technique, and what is the forbidden technique?" It is a martial art that jumps out of all shackles, and Annihilation Han Lang has already learned, if he still wants to learn the Six Paths. Imagination is not enough to achieve. ”

"So I'm not only inspecting Han Lang's martial arts now, but also seeing if he has the talent to learn forbidden arts."

The night black man nodded as if he understood.

On the other side, although it was a battle without an opponent, Han Lang's enthusiasm was ignited little by little.

Zong Wudao was indeed a master, but he still didn't know Han Lang.

Imagination Han Lang has never been lacking, and Han Lang has many things that others don't have!

As an earthling, since Han Lang was a child, his memory was full of fear, the fear of extraterrestrial civilization, and the danger to the earth. The fear of becoming someone else's colony at any time.

Clark once gave hope to earthlings, but he also turned that hope into despair with his own hands.

In the decade since Clark disappeared. Every earthling is living in the shadow of darkness, longing for Clark's return and longing for freedom to live, but the reality is extremely cruel, and every day of life is a torment for earthlings.

Neighbors, classmates in school, compatriots on the earth in Han Lang's memory, everyone's face is dark, everyone rarely laughs, and they are reluctant to talk too much about the future, even the sky is always gloomy, the same as people's faces.

None of these are what Han Lang wants!

Ever since Han Lang had superpowers, his belief has never wavered!

Han Lang doesn't want the earth to become someone else's colony, and he doesn't want his compatriots to live in despair! He wants to see the happy smiling faces of the children!

Han Lang's own childhood life was in the shadows, in despair, and that's it.

But let the next generation of the planet, the next generation, continue to live in the shadows, in despair?

Han Lang will not agree even if he dies!

A warrior who can't even protect his home doesn't deserve to be called a true warrior!

Han Lang's goal has always been clear, that is, to become stronger! Get stronger! Until one day he will be able to protect his hometown!

Han Lang didn't care how long it would take to achieve this goal, how many tribulations he had to go through, and how many lives he had sacrificed.

If the existence of the earth needs to be at the cost of the destruction of the whole universe, then let the whole universe die!

If Han Lang is an inconspicuous spark, then the only reason for his existence is to shine on the earth that gave birth to him and raised him! Until life burns out!

That's the power of faith!

When Han Lang injected his faith into the Forbidden Technique Annihilation, everything changed.

The whirring wind began to whistle and roar in this cultivation room!

The forbidden technique annihilation was sublimated in Han Lang's hands, and the unconventional attacks unique to the natural demon attack were still there, but there was another murderous aura that was difficult to describe in words!

In order to achieve the goal, gods and demons can be slaughtered, and heaven and earth can be killed! Any price can be paid!

This is the firmest belief in Han Lang's heart!

Even the night black, who didn't know too much martial arts, was gradually stunned by Han Lang's faith and murderous aura, his eyes widened, and he asked incredulously, "Is this annihilation?" ”

"It should be."

"Should? Old monster, what did you teach Han Lang! Don't lie to me, it's not annihilation at all! ”

Call~

Zong Wudao's expression was very complicated, he let out a long sigh and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "I thought it was annihilation, but now, I don't dare to be sure. ”

Zong Wudao let Han Lang use his imagination, but Han Lang gave him something he hadn't thought of at all.

Annihilation is a martial art without martial arts, and it is all up to the warriors themselves to understand and interpret it.

Whatever the warrior imagines this set of martial arts will become.

In the hands of Han Lang, it was annihilated and completely sublimated!

PS: Actually, Jiu'er's writing is not suitable for outbreaks, writing is extremely slow, in the past five years of writing books, the most one outbreak is five watches, because someone made Jiu'er so angry that he couldn't sleep for a whole day and night, and wrote five chapters.

He also often writes to tears in his eyes, and his hands are desperately tapping on the keyboard.

But Jiu'er believes that if a book can't even move the author, it is by no means a good book.

This is Jiu'er's faith!

(To be continued.) )