In the old American Indian country, the Feathered Serpent God sat in the temple, and the Indians did not dare to enter, even for sacrifices, they could only go outside.
The Bone Legion is buried around the temple. Once a malicious person approaches the Feathered Serpent God, the Bone Legion will be surrounded and killed.
The young man who was once possessed by the Feathered Serpent has become the new king of the Indians—a God of Feathered Serpent will naturally not rule the common people. His existence is to protect the few remaining Indian people. I really want him to lead the Indians. Happy life, he may not do well.
The Indian country is in difficulty, the old beauty has adopted a blockade policy against the Indians, and they can still do it! So it is more difficult for Indians. They find that life is not happy without the old beauty, because there are many things they can't do by themselves! To tell the truth, the average education level of Indians is indeed lower than that of whites...
But Feathered Serpent God will not worry about this, this is something his people should worry about.
Feathered Serpent God meditated quietly, consolidating his newly recovered ability. He slept for too long, not only his ability was reduced, but his memory was also incomplete, which was really annoying. But some things, no matter how irritable, have to take it slow.
Suddenly, Feathered Serpent God opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head, then he got up and walked out of the temple. A group of worshipers outside the temple were shocked when they saw the Feathered Serpent God coming out, and they all knelt down and shouted, "Feathered Serpent God, Feathered Serpent God!"
Feathered Serpent God ignored them, walked straight out, looked up at the sky, there was hardly any aura waterfall in sight, but he felt—the east, something full of power appeared in the east!
He frowned slightly, thinking, recalling, what was that? I felt as if I was very important to me... Suddenly, Feathered Serpent's eyes lit up, his pupils turned golden, and the rays of light flickered.
He remembered that at the time of his birth, the atmosphere between heaven and earth was full of this kind of energy... Later, it gradually disappeared, and his ability gradually weakened, so that when he returned to the world, he could only restore his ability with the power of faith, and control it with the law of the dead Bone, many advanced spells can't be used!
Has there been a capable person in the East
Feathered Serpent God pondered, since this world is not full of energy, just like that person, pull it back from the universe, of course, just control it in the Indian country. The people may not be as technological as white people, but they are definitely better than white people when they practice! As a god, he must provide a way forward for his people.
"Feathered Serpent God, what's there?" The young man's aura has changed greatly, and he has the demeanor of a king, but in the face of Feathered Serpent God, he will always be a brainless fan.
"It's nothing, I have decided that the Indians will follow the path of cultivation. You can help me prepare gems, jade, emeralds, and diamonds. The more the better." Set up a formation, a formation to protect the Indians. Otherwise, when he was practicing, the white people attacked him and he couldn't guarantee to protect his people. After all, the white people's technological ability was very powerful, and he did not have the confidence to completely deal with it.
The young man's eyes lit up: "Cultivation? Feathered Serpent God, can we all catch the stars and catch the moon?"
Feathered Serpent God said lightly: "I don't know, it depends on the situation, but compared to technology, we really can't compare."
The young man pursed his lips and reluctantly admitted that Feathered Serpent God was right. Once the white people were blocked by technology, their country would not be so comfortable.
The appearance of spiritual energy was felt by anyone who had successfully cultivated. Of course, Shen Huiyue had fixed most of the spiritual energy in Yingzhou, and a small amount of it would not be of much use. Everyone knew that it was Yingzhou's fault, and immediately envy the fifteen new disciples, how wonderful they were cultivating in a place full of spiritual energy.
However, apart from the great people like Shen Huiyue, there is no way for others to pull the spiritual energy over, what else can they do but envy
Hainan Martial Arts Museum, the old man from Bagua Gate looked up at the sky with his hands behind his back and sighed.
The beautiful and clever granddaughter came over, pouted and shook the old man's arm: "Grandpa, why are you sighing?"
The old man looked in the direction of Yingzhou and sighed. His granddaughter also participated in the selection of Jianmen, but the photo was deleted... In fact, his granddaughter is very beautiful, I don't know what Jianmen thinks! It would be great if my granddaughter joined Jianmen, the future is absolutely immeasurable, you see, Jianmen can even get aura... It's a pity that my granddaughter was not able to join, and Baguazhang is not suitable for my granddaughter. In his hand
The granddaughter pursed her lips, and her eyes were full of grievances. She knew that her grandfather regretted that she was not a man and could not inherit the martial arts hall, but she really worked hard and wanted to inherit it... But what can she do about talent
The old man said lightly: "It's okay, go back and rest."
The granddaughter pouted, oh, and left in despair.
Of course, she didn't rest and was hurt by the old man's sigh. How could she sleep? The bored and lost girl went out for a walk. It was almost dawn anyway, so she was taking a break.
The only young granddaughter of the owner of the Bagua Pavilion, Wang Ya, even if she is incompetent, she still has so many hands. Ordinary thugs are not her opponents at all, so Baguamen always let her run around with confidence and boldness.
Wang Ya ran out of the house and didn't go to drink to relieve her worries. She just walked around the street. The bright street lights illuminated the outside like daytime, but rest at night is the rule of human beings, so there are still a few people who really stay all night. , the street is very clean. Wang Ya lost her soul and walked full of melancholy, and while she was walking, she bumped into someone.
Wang Ya rubbed her sore nose without raising her head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all because of my carelessness."
The person who was hit didn't say a word. Wang Ya thought he didn't forgive herself, so she raised her head and said, "I'm sorry, are you injured? I will be responsible for the compensation."
The person who was hit was dressed in white, his skin was as white as jade, and he was very handsome, but his dazed expression destroyed his temperament.
Wang Ya's eyes lit up, this person... so handsome! Compared with Liu Gongzi, it is not much different!
"Are you all right? What's wrong?" Wang Ya asked with concern when he saw that his expression was wrong.
The handsome guy didn't say anything, looked at Wang Ya silently, with curiosity flashing in his eyes.
Wang Ya was puzzled, looked at him seriously, looked into his eyes deeply, his eyes... So simple, is there still such a pure white person in the world
"What's your name?" Wang Ya asked.
The handsome guy said nothing, tilted his head slightly, seemed puzzled, seemed curious.
Wang Ya asked again: "Who are you?"
The handsome man blinked and repeated, "Who are you?"
"I'm Wang Ya." Wang Ya smiled.
The handsome guy said, "Who am I?"
Wang Ya coughed, "Oh, this handsome guy has lost his memory? No wonder it's so strange... Well, if you encounter it, you can't ignore it. Take it home and find a doctor to see it... A handsome guy always has privileges, and she can't bear to let a handsome guy with amnesia wander the streets.
It was dawn, the sun had climbed to the mid-heaven, and the sun had slanted westward.
Shen Huiyue woke up from the meditation.
The book of the world popped out: "Master, the matter of you pulling down the spiritual energy has been seen by many people. Feathered Serpent God intends to learn from you, and so does Liu Gongzi."
Shen Huiyue smiled lightly: "That's a good thing."
The Book of the World says: "The master is right."
Shen Huiyue flipped her hair: "Is there any news on the ten puppets I sent?"
The Book of the World said: "Yes, most of them are not conscious, only one, maybe a little conscious. Master, did you use a lot of energy when you created him?"
Shen Huiyue smiled without saying a word, snapped her fingers, and the book of the world turned into a screen.
In the video, the man in the white training suit is extremely handsome, elegant and immortal.
Extremely exalted temperament.
Opposite the man, there were rows of uniformed students, all standing upright, looking at the man with bright eyes.
The man didn't say a word, and the beautiful girl beside him said loudly: "The Chinese martial arts hall naturally teaches Chinese martial arts. Whether you can learn it or not depends on yourselves. I don't like coercion."
The students said in unison, "We are voluntary, and we must practice hard."
The pretty girl nodded: "Very good, what I'm going to teach you today is a set of swordsmanship, look carefully, my coach only teaches it twice."
"Yes!" The students shouted excitedly.
The pretty girl stood on tiptoe and said something to the handsome man, and the man bowed slightly so that the girl could speak in his ear without tiptoeing. After a moment, the man straightened up, glanced at the student with cold eyes, and then stretched out his hand, and the sword hanging on the wall was in his hand. The students' eyes became brighter, and they believed in the legend after seeing it with their own eyes.
The man slowly drew his sword and said lightly, "Spread it."
The students backed away one after another, leaving a large space where the man was, performing his swordsmanship.
That is really, very good swordsmanship.
The man's speed was so fast that he could hardly see the sword, only a snow-white light and shadow accompanied by a whistling sound, which looked like sword energy.
About two minutes later, the man retracted his sword, his long hair disappeared along the sword energy and slowly fell on his shoulders. The man looked at the excited students with the same expression, and repeated it again.
Shen Huiyue smiled slightly: "Yes, I did have a little consciousness." However, he is still a ruthless puppet, only to see if this... Wang Ya can make him a normal person. To be honest, it only took a day for Wang Ya to make the puppet obedient as a coach, which is not bad. Maybe it was fate? As for the force value of the puppets, basically ten puppets have similar force values, but they are good at different directions. Shen Huiyue's setting for them... Well, there is no setting, they will never have memory, unless she needs to put "memory" to them. Before that, these ten were all "mysterious" existences.
Afterwards, Shen Huiyue looked at the situation of the other nine puppets. The puppets were scattered all over the world, and ten lucky and unfortunate people finally picked them up. Some people regarded the puppets as treasures, and some wanted to use the puppets... But in any case, these ten puppets had already come into contact with people. Whether they are good or bad, and what the future holds, depends on fate.