Yoyo, a nine-storey tower.

I was lonely all my life, sitting alone all year round.

Siren has white hair, closes his eyes on a simple futon, and an incense burner in front of him, curling light smoke.

The red candles on the tower are lit, looking at the prosperity from afar, and you can really sit in it to feel what kind of loneliness this is.

The person sitting here is the teacher of the country - the Sanskrit god.

No one would have thought that the national teacher, who was afraid of countless people, would be so lonely when he was alone.

Footsteps sounded, and there was one more person at the top of the tower,

Wearing bronze armor, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, his pupils are full of vicissitudes.

The nine-story tower was located in the center of Yuchenjing, the capital of the country, and was blocked by twenty-four barriers, but this person came so silently, as if those barriers did not exist.

The little boy who was holding a glass lamp and waiting beside the Sanskrit god was startled by this sudden uninvited guest and screamed softly.

The Sanskrit god was not surprised at all, closed his eyes and said lightly:

"You've brought in vulgarity. ”

Wu Que Jun didn't care about the metaphors in the Sanskrit word of God, but said straight to the point:

"The Sanskrit god of the country who has left the country, the sky of war and calamity wants to negotiate a deal with you, a deal that is enough to affect this country. ”

"Why do the worldly men and warriors think that I want to trade with you...... As soon as you open your mouth, there is a vulgar atmosphere here...... It's heavier. ”

From the beginning to the end, the Sanskrit god never even opened his eyes.

A wisp of anger flashed in Wu Quejun's eyes, but he quickly suppressed it and continued to say directly:

"You came to the Northern Regions from Zhongzhou, trapped in this area and left the country, just for the sake of the Xuanxuan Dragon Qi in the Northern Regions, but with the national fortune of leaving the country, let you draw for decades, it is not enough to wake up your friends, you and I both know what is the most effective way for a dying god. ”

It seems that Wu Quejun's words aroused the interest of the Sanskrit god, and the closed-eyed Taoist finally opened his eyes, and under the slender and dense eyelashes, there were a pair of silver pupils, and there were faint runes floating in the pupils.

"What exactly are you trying to express, your roundabouts, make me think you're stupid. ”

Wu Quejun's fingers clenched suddenly, and the strength contained in them was enough to destroy the mountain, and the green tendons on the back of his hand burst out, but in the end, he still resisted attacking the Sanskrit god.

"The Heavens of Misfortune give you the [Ancient Divine Blood], you capture Jun Huaixu, I want the [Ancient Key of Misfortune] on his body. ”

Hearing this, the Sanskrit god was calm and light on the surface, but the runes in his eyes that were suddenly chaotic revealed the unrest in his heart.

"How many?"

"Enough to redeem your friend, the [Dharma Protector God] Song Tianrao. ”

"Half a month later, you came to me. ”

"Good. ”

The two of them seemed to have decided on a great event that affected their departure from the country in three or two sentences.

Then Wu Que Jun walked straight out of the ninth floor of the tower, came to the outer corridor, stepped out, and disappeared without a trace.

The Sanskrit god also closed his eyes again, as if nothing had happened.

The boy with the glass cup in his hand had a thousand words in his heart that he wanted to ask and say, but he didn't dare.

After a while, I heard the gentle voice of the National Teacher:

"Li'er, tomorrow I will go and summon King Qi, King Xiang and General Du, I have something to share with them. ”

"Eh, I can save it. ”

The glass boy responded.

Still with red candles on the tower, still lonely for a lifetime.

It's just that the people on the tower can't calm their minds after all.

......

The clouds and dust are all over the year.

Han Feng sat in his room, running the "World Buwu Chapter".

It may also be that Brother Mist sees that he is always mixed in the battlefield close to the innate level, and he is still ready to give himself a little reliable ability to suppress the field.

The function of "The World Buwu Chapter" has passed the examination of the times.

Not to mention anything else, his six peerless learning skills are one, and it is just easy to skip the level and fight monsters.

Now that I can have two peerless skills to create top external body protection skills for myself, I must not waste them.

Silently, the two Buddhist body protection skills were running at the same time.

As previously introduced, "King Kong is not bad" comes from the gold Shaolin, ranking among the five great divine skills in ancient and modern times.

The "Twelve Levels of the Golden Bell Jar" comes from the world of "Dragon and Tiger Gate", and is one of the four great Shaolin magic skills created by the Bodhidharma Patriarch.

The so-called, the king of the world [Yijin Sutra], soaring to the Tao [Washing the Marrow Sutra], the world is invincible [Golden Bell Jar], [Tongzi Shengong] to build immortals.

The later stage of the world of "Dragon and Tiger Gate" has reached the point of fantasy martial arts, and the "Twelve Levels of the Golden Bell Jar", which is also a divine skill, is also considered a top-level mastery in terms of personality, which is more than a step stronger than "King Kong is not bad" that is also out of Shaolin but exists in a different worldview.

The "World Buwu Chapter" operated, turning into a Dao tire oven, tempering Han Feng's body, and also integrating these martial arts into one.

"The Twelve Levels of the Golden Bell Jar" has the characteristics of water and fire invulnerable, King Kong is not bad, the body is sleepless, and the internal force is endless, and it can also shock all attacks.

"The World Buwu Chapter" is based on the "Twelve Levels of the Golden Bell Jar", and integrates the indestructible "King Kong Does Not Destroy the Body Divine Skill", and also integrates "Supreme Hardness Gong", "Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt" and "Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Exercises", turning into a body protection skill that runs through the inside and outside, is indestructible, unbreakable, and can ward off all evils.

In an instant, Han Feng only felt that there seemed to be a Buddhist Zen singing Sanskrit music in his ears to praise himself.

After a little operation, a round and unbreakable golden energy emanated from the body.

A golden bell wrapped itself in his heart.

With the improvement of Han Feng's injectable power, the golden bell also continued to expand.

Level 1, Level 2...... By the time of the fourth level, the golden bell had already walked several zhang high and was on the beam of the room, making Han Feng dare not continue to infuse his power.

This martial arts already needs to be renamed "The Thirteen Levels of the Golden Bell Jar", and after integrating the good external martial arts, Han Feng can obviously feel that this Golden Bell Jar has been completely reborn and opened up a new realm.

Because it is a martial art recast in "The World Buwu Chapter", this martial art is also different from the original.

Now that Han Feng is facing the enemy, he can push it to the ninth level at most, urging him with his martial god body.

And usually, self-protection can only be maintained at the level of the eighth level.

Han Feng took back the golden bell and slowly got up.

With "The Twelve Levels of the Golden Bell Jar" and "King Kong Incorruptible Body Divine Skill" as the core, simply name this martial art "The Immortal Golden Bell Jar".

Continuing the name of "Iron Palm Flying Flower", Han Feng is still a waste ......

But that's not the point.

Han Feng took out the letter Jun Huaixu had left for him.

I don't know when he stayed here, but what was written in it shocked Han Feng.

This departure from the border of Kyushu finally became a battlefield in the world one day.

Everyone wants to be a chess player, but it is inevitable that they will be fiddled with.

Jun Huaixu wanted to sacrifice himself to enter the game, and invited himself to enter the game.

And yourself, do you really want to agree?

Han Feng hadn't thought about it yet.

The fog had already helped him decide.

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