Ritual of canonization? It's better to be free. As soon as Po Jun's mind appeared with the appearance of a woman tearful and reluctant to leave, he couldn't help but have a headache. Taking advantage of this kung fu to leave directly, it also saves them from some obsession, I believe that it won't be long before the broken army can return with Aoba and Yu Si and others, and when the time comes, they will be slept together, and the boundless beauty in the mandarin duck tent is the real beauty.

"Lord...... Lord God ...... "Before Pojun and Emperor Wu Ying stepped into the silver pond, Mu Tianji, whose mind was in an extremely chaotic state, finally sobered up a little, and asked a question that they had been extremely concerned about: "Since you have obtained the blood curse, then ...... you are away from Lord You."

"He's dead. Po Jun didn't look back, sighed lightly, and then disappeared into the spatial passage of the silver pond.

"Dead? Lord Liyu is already dead...... "The spirit of the four giants fell into another collapse. However, when they came to their senses, the first thing they had to do was to instruct their men to make four more golden masks. After all, having a face that seems to be shy and timid every day is even more dignified than Guan Gong's appearance.

returned to the underworld, and in the landscape like an ink painting, Po Jun's mood calmed down again. Separated from Kailu and other women, he was not without a little feeling in his heart. It's just that it is the most difficult to absorb the grace of the beauty, and the time to break the army has not yet reached the time to enjoy the blessings of the people, and finding the separated women and brothers is the most urgent thing at the moment.

"Are you ready?" Emperor Wu Ying took out two tokens, one green and one yellow, from his arms, and his eyes also flashed with crystal light. Stayed in the underworld for more than ten years. is about to return to his hometown again, and it is no wonder that the masters of the ghost and god level are also excited.

Po Jun nodded, feeling a little strange at Emperor Wu Ying's extra question. However, in the next moment, he knew why Emperor Wu Ying wanted to ask more. After the two flashes of light flashed, Po Jun's chest immediately burned with pain. Every breath of air you breathe in is like a liquid oxygen-rich fuel. While the viscosity makes people feel suffocated, it also makes people feel that the cells of the whole body are beginning to spontaneously combust. Thanks to the broken army's body, which is much stronger than ordinary people. If it were someone else, I am afraid that the eyes, ears, mouth and nose would have been spewed fire, and the internal organs would have burned out.

Po Jun raised his hand, and in the viscous liquid air, his movements were slowed down countless times, as slow as a snail in his eyes. Looking at the Emperor Martial Eagle next to him, his brows furrowed slightly. But after all, he was originally a second-plane person. After a while, the Emperor Martial Eagle returned to normal.

Hell yes. The broken army now knows why the people in the second plane are so strong. Living in such an air that is at least 50% oxygen, without a strong body, even normal breathing is a dream. Pojun turns the external breath into the internal breath, and every cell in the body is completely open, until it adapts to the composition and density of the air, and then slowly transforms into a normal breathing pattern.

A hint of surprise flashed in Emperor Martial Eagle's eyes. He felt a head shorter in front of Po Jun, and he planned to see Po Jun have a little foreign appearance, and then reminded him of the correct breathing method: replace the normal respiratory system with epidermal cells all over the body. In this way, it can adapt to this high concentration of oxygen and air. However, Po Jun seemed to realize this himself, and, after a moment of adaptation, he actually resumed his way of breathing through his mouth and nose in the underworld.

The body of the broken army has been tempered countless times, even in the second plane. The strength is only a little worse than that of a human-level gold-level master. Because of the small universe formed by the active formation in the body, his internal organs are more tenacious than the outer layers of the body, and it is not difficult to change the way of breathing in this level of air.

As everyone knows, the move of breaking the army actually brought him unexpected benefits in the second plane. Since the second face-to-earth people are accustomed to epidermal breathing, it is natural that they cannot open the shield to prevent the friction of the air flow during the rapid gallop. Back and forth, this most fundamental method of breathing limits their speed. A human-level gold-level warrior like Emperor Wu Hongbo galloped with all his might in the second plane. You can also see a faint light and shadow.

Adapted to the concentration of air. Only then did Po Jun raise his eyes and carefully examine the environment in which he appeared in the second plane. If only one word could be used to describe it. That's "big".

The square that can accommodate tens of thousands of people, the columns as high as three floors, and the special symbols and patterns on the walls make this empty hall that resembles an altar in style, but the layout is very similar to that of a secret room. Standing quietly in this hall, Po Jun actually had the feeling of being in the universe, as if he was a small star, the near time was solidified around the body, and the distant time passed by like flowing water. Suddenly, a "prison" that he hadn't used for a long time appeared around the broken army, and due to the extremely high density of air in the second plane, even the "prison" with the broken army also changed slightly. The "prison" that could have covered a planet was compressed to within ten meters of the broken army. However, the "prison", which has been naturally compressed and purified by external forces, has an incomparably condensed texture. Po Jun released his divine sense and touched it carefully, and unexpectedly discovered the mystery of a problem that no one had thought about for thousands of years.

The so-called "prison" is also a kind of rule, a kind of rule set by the person who released the "prison" himself. For example, the prison of time does not mean that time really stops in prison, but that the owner of the prison compresses the elements in the surrounding air that he can control almost infinitely to the surroundings of the person being executed. Under the greatest pressure that can be withheld, the behavior of the person being carried out is naturally difficult to the point of seeming to a standstill. In this way, the prison of time is formed.

Or the hell of illusions that Po Jun has seen on planets such as the Black Prison and the Scorpion, which also forms illusions in the brains of the executed through the medium of the elements. So on the surface, there is no abnormality in the person who is being executed, but only in a state of madness. In fact, elemental media had penetrated deep into his brain and destroyed the cellular structures within his cerebral cortex.

To put it this way: the rules of fire, and the rules of water. All of them resonate with the elemental medium contained in the air, or in the fire and water, and thus take the power generated by the collision of the elemental molecules. This kind of power can be emitted in a variety of forms, and the mysteries of "shattering the void" and "penetrating the extreme" that Po Jun experienced before are also the result of the power in the body being instantly amplified countless times by the air medium.

Po Jun was still thinking hard, and the Emperor Wu Ying on the side was a little impatient. Although the scale of the royal family's trial room is not small, it can't cost to break the army and stand with her mouth wide open like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, right?

Gently touched Po Jun's shoulder. Emperor Wu Ying nodded to the small door in the corner. As the three-meter-high "small door" was opened, a group of samurai wearing silver chain mail walked in. A big man with a meaty face led by him gave a standard military salute to Emperor Wu Ying, and said loudly: "Welcome back the second prince, Your Majesty has received the news and sent his subordinates to welcome the second prince to the imperial study to discuss matters." ”

Caught between this group of silver-armored warriors, Po Jun and Emperor Wu Ying walked out of the trial room and towards the northeast corner of the palace. Along the way, he secretly released his divine sense. I want to test the depth of this team of samurai. After a try, a touch of surprise appeared in Po Jun's eyes. The strength of the body and strength of this team of samurai was on par with his own, and the big man who walked in front had even surpassed himself. However, their spiritual sense was really dull, and the Broken Army's divine sense almost didn't inspect their internal organs, and these people didn't feel it at all.

"These people are the royal guards of my father's personal family, and all of them have human-level bronze rank warrior abilities. The one at the front is called Huletai, the squadron leader of the royal guard, and has the strength of a silver-level samurai. Emperor Wuying saw Po Jun's surprised eyes and whispered in his ear.

With his own ability, he can only meet the standard of ordinary guards...... The broken army was hit in an instant, but. Seeing Emperor Wu Ying, his self-confidence regained a little, and at least there was a prince who was about the same level as himself......

Seeing Po Jun looking at him with a wicked smile, Di Wu Ying instantly understood what he was thinking, his face turned red, and he greeted Po Jun affectionately seventeen or eighteen times in his heart.

It seems that it is really difficult to find their way to Aoba by themselves. Po Jun sighed secretly, but his heart ignited a more fierce fighting spirit. Coming to the plane of this strong sentient being is a good opportunity to break the army and improve yourself.

Along. Pavilion buildings, water town flower pavilions. All the landscapes and buildings that come into view are full of a domineering spirit that overrides everything. This is quite in line with the temperament of the army. At the moment, Po Jun has a little more good impression of Emperor Wu Yingdi's father, Emperor Wu Xiongfeng, the ruler of the Emperor Wu Kingdom.

Walking to the door of the imperial study, the silver-armored warriors stopped the broken army from following the footsteps of entering the ground. Emperor Wu Ying was about to get angry, but Po Jun gently shook his hand at him. For Po Jun: It is not an honor for him to go to meet the emperor of a country. Instead of having any conflict with Emperor Wu Xiong after entering, it is better to take advantage of Emperor Wu Ying's criticism to experience the scenery in the second palace.

It's just that at the same time that Emperor Wu Ying entered the imperial study, Po Jun immediately realized his negligence. How should I ask Emperor Wuying to take a map to see, the buildings in this palace are outrageously large, but the divine consciousness of the broken army can't cover too much area at all because of the relationship between water and soil. As long as Pojun leaves the imperial study, if he doesn't get it right, he will fall into this deep palace like the sea, and he won't be able to find his way back.

However, to break the army and wait obediently at the door until the Emperor Wu Ying came out, that was not his style at all. After a deep sigh, Po Jun took out a handful of 10,000 face value energy coins from the ninth plane from the space of the storage bracelet, and embedded an energy coin in his hand into the ground every few hundred meters.

The second plane is not only air, but also the strength of water and ground is incomparable to that of the ninth plane. Pojun squatted on the edge of a rockery, and vigorously picked up a handful of water and splashed it on his face. Suddenly, the skin on Po Jun's face collapsed as if under heavy pressure, and it was not until the last drop of water drained that Po Jun's skin returned to its original state.

This handful of water weighs at least 10,000 catties. Po Jun was secretly surprised in his heart. If you attack the so-called masters of the ninth plane with the droplets of water from the second plane, it is definitely better than the Black Death Ray and the Molecular Gun. Po Jun probed his divine sense into the water, and found that the reason why the water in the second plane was heavy was that it was the same as the air, which was formed by compressing the originally thin water molecules countless times and condensing them. In this way, the broken army is also relieved. When you just embed an energy coin into the ground. It took a lot of effort, apparently for the same reason.

If it were someone else and came to the second plane, even if he didn't die of self-harm because of the air, I'm afraid he would die of ridicule because of his slow movement and weakness, right? Pojun has now reaffirmed the correctness of his decision not to bring Kailu's daughters to the second plane. He shook the drops of water in his hands, stood up from the lake, and suddenly a girl's crisp cry came from behind him: "Hey." Call you, that stupid minion. These precious gems. Did you steal it? ”

Po Jun turned his head and saw a delicate-looking girl pointing at him with her hands on her hips. Not far behind her, there was a obese woman wearing palace clothes, heavy makeup, and definitely weighing more than 200 pounds.

"That's what I'm calling you. That slave ......"

The beautiful woman's words were only halfway through when she was immediately stuck. The figure of the broken army swept through the air, and the next moment it came to her side. Without the slightest pity, he grabbed her by the neck and lifted her up. Fortunately, the strength of the second face-to-face person is extraordinary, otherwise with the power of breaking the army, the woman's throat will probably be shattered.

"Minions?" A dark smile crossed Po Jun's lips, and his eyes narrowed dangerously, "It's the first time I've grown this big and heard someone call me a minion. Say, how do you want to die? For the sake of being a woman, I can give you a way to die a happy death. ”

The woman's legs kicked in the air. But she couldn't get rid of the powerful hand of the broken army at all, so she had to cast a look of help to her master, but her master didn't notice her life or death at this time. The obsessive woman's eyes were full of heart, and all that was left was the handsome face that revealed evil charm in the toughness of the broken army, as well as his unusually strong figure. Swallowed quietly. The woman let out a goosebump-giving voice: "Brother, where are you from?" How come I've never seen you in the palace? ”

"Princess. Seeing the peach blossoms in her eyes, the female attendant beside her couldn't help but remind in a whisper.

"Shut up. The woman treated her subordinates very loudly, but when she turned to break the army, she immediately regained that obsessive smile, "This brother, that slave is not sensible, wait for me to teach her a good lesson." I wonder if my brother is free? Go to my Luanyi Hall for a cup of tea. ”

With the domineering spirit of breaking the army, the most suitable drink for him is naturally wine. Besides, even if you want to drink tea. A woman who sees such an image. I'm afraid that Pojun will vomit all the overnight meal, let alone drink the tea.

It seems that he saw the unhappiness on Pojun's face. The woman immediately changed her tone: "This brother must be the first time to come to the palace. Otherwise, let me accompany my brother to visit the palace scenery. My name is Diwu Furong, and I am the third princess of the current king. When she said the last few words, Diwu Furong also straightened her almost streamlined chest, which made Pojun feel depressed again.

Seeing her image, Po Jun's mind involuntarily appeared with the ghost god Zhuang Furong of the underworld. Why do all the people named Hibiscus look like this? Not to mention anything else, Zhuang Furong at least has a chest that Mu Wan'er is incomparable, unlike the one in front of her, the waist circumference is simply twice the chest circumference.

Seeing the flattering eyes she threw at him, Po Jun suddenly felt a churn between his chest and abdomen, and his hands were slightly relieved. The maid who was almost unconscious and was pinched easily gasped for breath, and immediately shouted threateningly: "You slave, let me go quickly, otherwise I will let the princess ......."

There was a crisp sound, and the maid's neck was suddenly broken in two, and she collapsed and pulled down. Throwing the corpse in his hand on the ground casually, Po Jun didn't even look at Diwu Furong and walked past her. Before he figured out the relationship between this Emperor Martial Furong and Emperor Martial Eagle, he didn't want to make it difficult for his friends. It's just that this woman who offended his majesty must die.

Diwu Furong looked at the man who walked coldly in front of him, and there were almost continuous drips of saliva in his big red mouth. It's so handsome! He's just so handsome! He must be a prince of another country, or a high-level magical genius! On his body, a mysterious and rich aura constantly emanated, attracting Emperor Wu Furong to melt into it like a fat moth to a fire. If you can be with him for a while......

Although the maid beside her was also conquered by the momentum of breaking the army and tyranny, after sobering up, she couldn't help but interrupt her master's rhapsody: "Princess, this man is very suspicious, he has so many high-quality earth-based gems on his body, and he is still littered on the road at will, will there be any conspiracy......"

"Shut up! I see you're itchy again, aren't you? Emperor Wu Furong let out a sharp angry shout, which made the maid suddenly silent. Looking at the back of the broken army gradually moving away, a determined look flashed in Diwu Furong's eyes, "You are mine!" I've got to get you! My little dear ......".