In the next few days, Jun Xie still didn't go out. He went straight to the library when he woke up in the morning, and then stayed there for a whole day. Without exception, Mr. Jun would move all the books he had read as usual. Analyze it once, then shake your head, nod, sigh, exhale, bewildered, surprised, it turns out that the expression is still useless...
In addition, the servants of the Jun family discovered that this little young master has another weird hobby: during the day, it’s fine to get into the library and not come out, but at night, he just likes to sit in the yard, where is the darkest and least dark place. Where the light is sitting... really... Evil!
However, the servant didn't care too much. Compared with what this young master did before, it is much better now!
This night, Jun Xie was sitting under a flower tree again, enjoying the thick darkness of the night, and a sense of security suddenly rose in his heart. Yes, it is safe! For Jun Xie, the king of killers who once ruled the world, the safest thing is the dark night! Only Ye Shi was Jun Xie's best and most reliable partner in his previous life!
Looking up at the starry sky, Jun Xie suddenly had a subtle feeling that he was dreaming. In the past few days, I have roughly read a large number of books related to this world, and I have more or less understood the situation of this continent, but the more I understand, the more confused Jun Xie becomes.
If it weren't for the clear records in black and white, Jun Xie would have almost thought that he had traveled back to the ancient Chinese society, so similar! The same skin color, the same accent, the same culture, and the same costumes as China's most powerful Tang and Song Dynasties...
Jun Xie groaned, inserted his head between his legs, hugged the back of his head tightly with both hands, and thought painfully: Why? Why not a certain era in ancient China? If so, how many advantageous resources can I use? Even if I don't take the initiative to change the course of history, I can still use this ability to foretell the prophet to survive major historical events and avoid disasters!
Xuanxuan Continent, what the hell kind of place is this? Jin Xuan, Yin Xuan, Di Xuan Tian Xuan... Xuan Qi... I Xuan You! Why not internal skills
The only thing that is the same, perhaps only the eternal sun and moon, and the gentle mist of the night, can give Jun Xie a familiar feeling that he is still in the hometown of China!
Jun Xie's face was as cold as a stone, and the muscles around his cheeks bulged out in pain. He had the urge to point at the sky and curse!
Suddenly, at this moment, due to Jun Xie's extreme emotional agitation, he suddenly felt a severe headache. Even with Jun Xie's unimaginable endurance, he suddenly couldn't bear it. Suddenly feel dizzy...
Seen from the eyes, it seems that the whole world is in a violent rotation, even the misty night seems to have turned into a frenzied discrete cloud, and the whole world suddenly becomes so illusory and unreal...
Jun Xie gasped in pain, gritted his teeth, his lips were already stained with blood, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, but he stubbornly held back, not letting himself make even the slightest sound.
Coming to this world alone, all the pain should be borne by myself! In this strange place, I can't rely on anyone! Will not rely on anyone!
Kill kill kill kill! Use my killing skills to slash a bloody path, smash this sky, smash this place! Kill kill kill kill! !
While Jun Xie was in a daze, he seemed to feel that a distant light suddenly appeared in his mind. The light seemed far away, but it was slowly approaching, getting closer, getting brighter, getting bigger, and getting closer. Clearly, it finally turned into a radiant colorful pagoda, which kept spinning in his mind, and every time it rotated, it shot out a haze of holy white light.
Every time it spins, it will bring Jun Xie great pain that is equivalent to reincarnation on the eighteenth floor of hell!
His body was already numb, his limbs were already numb, and his consciousness gradually began to blur. Only Jun Xie's eyes turned blood-red, staring at the sky, the ground, and the strange world for a moment. instant! …
After an unknown amount of time, a gust of cold wind blew by, and Jun Xie suddenly felt cold.
The night in early autumn was indeed a bit cold. Jun Xie thought to himself, and woke up suddenly: I feel the cold, I just have a feeling, didn't I already... stood up suddenly, only to realize that the clothes on my body had been soaked in cold sweat countless times, and my whole body was wet. Yes, very uncomfortable.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a strange feeling of new life.
I woke up on Jun Moxie, inheriting this body without a master, or it can be said that it is a kind of time travel and soul possession. Jun Xie is just Jun Xie, but after this painful experience, I am really with him. This physical body merged into one, and Jun Xie truly became Jun Moxie, the real master of this physical body!
No longer caring about tidying up the mess on his body, the first thing Jun Xie did was to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, sink into the sea of thoughts with his consciousness, and try to comprehend something carefully. Jun Xie already knew that the previous great pain was caused by the small tower that had already integrated into his body, so Jun Xie concluded that there must be something strange about the small tower. After such a painful experience, there must be more weirdness. This small tower is almost the only support for Jun Xie's existence. If he doesn't understand this matter, I'm afraid Jun Xie will never be reconciled.
Jun Xie clearly felt that in his consciousness, he "saw" as clearly as he could see a small pagoda with a beautiful shape and colorful streamers, floating above the sea of consciousness, slowly As the tower rotated, Jun Xie clearly felt that every time the small tower rotated, the Qi and blood of his body flowed clockwise, going round and round, and the cycle was endless...
How is this going? Jun Xie looked at this small tower in amazement, this thing was completely beyond common sense, and made Jun Xie, a solid atheist, fall into a kind of sincere confusion.
Wondering if I can get a closer look? Jun Xie thought this way just now, and suddenly found that the small tower seemed to be slowly getting bigger, and then the door on the first floor at the bottom suddenly opened, and a thick white mist rushed out, and Jun Xie's entire consciousness suddenly The white mist was all over the air, and the white mist was so dense that it almost became a substance. Jun Xie took a deep breath, and suddenly felt comfortable all over his body, indescribably comfortable, and even his soul had a happy feeling of wanting to sing...
Jun Xie wandered around, only to realize that he had arrived in front of the pagoda gate at some point, and on top of his head, there were three faintly visible medieval characters: Hongjun Pagoda!
Jun Xie walked in, and the inside was empty, only the thick white mist that seemed to be dense and thick, suddenly the white mist rolled up, and slowly two lines of characters appeared: Linglong nine-story pagoda, the first skill in ancient times!
Then the white mist became more and more eager, and suddenly a hazy formula appeared in Jun Xie's consciousness. Jun Xie was just startled, and suddenly countless characters and graphics spun violently in front of his eyes, and then he was like a force-feeding duck The general force poured into his consciousness, like a speeding train, suddenly rushing into a small hut! Moreover, even after rushing in, there was no movement...
In an instant, Jun Xie couldn't help feeling dizzy, his head seemed to explode, and he fell to the ground.
When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was still lying on the wet and cold land before, but a practice formula clearly appeared in my mind, matching it, there was a human body circuit diagram, and each humanoid action...
"Creating Heaven and Fortune Art!" Jun Xie murmured, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he clenched his fists involuntarily!