The opening opponent is God of War

I didn't expect this kid to figure out the way so quickly.

"My barrier is extremely useful for that supernatural being, but it has no lethality for this ordinary person."

Ju Kong smoked the cigarette stick, sat on the wooden chair, and poured Fang Xuanjian a cup of tea.

"From today onwards, I will teach you how to use the Hand of Death."

After smoking the last puff of the cigarette stick, throw the cigarette stick away.

"Close your eyes and let me see your mental strength."

Fang Xuanjian obediently closed his eyes and stretched out a hand, holding Ju Kong tightly.

Ju Kong felt as if he was in a bottomless pit. There were thousands of stars twinkling in the boundless expanse here.

That is?

Ju Kong drove his mental power and continued to climb the rock inside.

He felt that his spiritual power was being absorbed by this bottomless pit, and it took him a long time to recover from the huge pulling force, and he retracted his hands violently like an electric shock.

Fang Xuanjian looked at Ju Kong with bristling hair: "Master, are you alright?"

Ju Kong took a deep breath, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He drank a cup of tea and pretended to be calm.

"I've never seen such a thick mental power, like that boundless abyss, if I didn't come out early, my old man's mental power would probably be swallowed up by you brat."

This spiritual power, I dare to bet that there is no one in this world whose spiritual power can be as great as Fang Xuanjian's.

In this way, Fang Xuanjian was a little puzzled: "Is my mental power so strong?"

"Your mental power is no longer strong enough to be described as strong. To be precise, you are like a container, and your spiritual power is being absorbed by something."

This kind of power of fear, I have lived for nearly a thousand years, and I have never felt it.

Hearing what Ju Kong said, Fang Xuanjian quickly figured out who the so-called container was.

It's no wonder that when I questioned the system's mental power, the system faltered, because it turned out that it was constantly absorbing the mental power it had stored.

"But the strangest thing is that your mental power seems to be sealed in a container for others to absorb."

Depressedly, he picked up the cigarette next to him and lit it, and exhaled thick smoke.

"I have never seen such a strange phenomenon, there are always some inexplicable things."

Fang Xuanjian couldn't help feeling that the master's reconnaissance ability was so powerful that he had given him so many effective clues just by probing his own mental strength.

I can be considered to have figured out the routines of this system. I am like an intermediary, adding a little oil and water in the middle, and the rest of the big head is taken up by this system.

"Your phenomenon is really weird, you need to observe it for a few days! The most urgent thing is to understand what is the hand of death."

Jukong stood up from his seat, and thick black air appeared from that withered arm, lingering around him.

Then the huge power and black air lingered in the entire courtyard, and a strong sense of suffocation and death came towards Fang Xuanjian.

"Uh!"

He felt unprecedented fear, his hands clutched his throat, fell from the wooden chair, and his body was constantly twitching.

A huge sense of fear eroded Fang Xuanjian's entire body.

"Hahahaha! I gave you your life, and you will dedicate your whole life to me!"

The icy mechanical sound kept echoing in Fang Xuanjian's mind, and the magic sound flowed into the lingering heavy pressure, which made him breathless, his legs were kneeling on the ground and trembling constantly, and cold sweat drenched his whole body.

strength!

The most powerful force!

Suddenly.

The oppressive feeling on his body completely faded away, Fang Xuanjian knelt on the ground, his shirt was soaked with sweat from his back, he felt like he was alive after a catastrophe, even after the pressure faded away, his body was trembling constantly.

"This...is still a little bit of power from the Hand of Death."

Seeing Fang Xuanjian prostrating on the ground, Jukong sat back on the chair, retracted his hands, and slowly took a sip of the brewed tea.

Fang Xuanjian shook his head and shook his head to get rid of the pressure in his head, and then sat on the chair and looked at Ju Kong who was full of comfort. He felt awe in his heart, and there was also a sense of worship for the strong.

"What conditions are needed to achieve this effect?"

"To achieve this step, you need endless spiritual power. The most important step is to release all the spiritual power in your shackles and spread it all over your body."

Thinking of Fang Xuanjian as a container for spiritual power, Ju Kong's expression became more and more complicated.

Who is it?

Such a vicious imprisonment has been placed on this boy.

"Then master, is there any way to solve it?"

I know that my current strength is not enough to fight against the system. The system can bring me back from the dead, and with so many strange abilities, I am the only one who suffers in a single-handed fight with it.

It can create itself, so it can also create countless containers with this ability, but he is not reconciled, not reconciled to being controlled for a lifetime like this.

"There is no way."

Ju Kong took a puff of cigarette with a sad face, the thick smoke was a sign of his complicated mood.

"It's just that you will become extremely painful, but I will use my spiritual power to open that part of your confinement, but in the process you will experience blows from the soul and the body. If you are not careful, you may become Become a fool for a lifetime, do you dare or not?"

Fang Xuanjian hesitated for a moment when he heard this, then raised his fist firmly, and firmly met Ju Kong's eyes.

"What's not to dare?"

Isn't life just ups and downs? I am a person who has died.

"As expected of my apprentice!"

Ju Kong laughed loudly, put down the pipe in his hand, and walked towards the house inside.

Even though he didn't hear what the master said, Fang Xuanjian followed obediently. When he entered the room, Fang Xuanjian was completely shocked.

The atmosphere in the room was eerie, not only that, there was also a huge plush thing climbing up in the corner, and finally made a whimpering sound of panting, that huge body was comparable to two of itself.

The fluffy thing raised its head, and a pair of dark eyes met Fang Xuanjian.

I was taken aback by this huge monster.

What a big... what a big Tibetan mastiff.

He had never seen such a huge Tibetan mastiff, even the few Tibetan mastiffs given to him by the crocodile were many times smaller than this Tibetan mastiff.

"This is my old friend, who has been with me for nearly a thousand years."

Ju Kong patted the Tibetan mastiff with his hand, and the Tibetan mastiff rubbed it docilely.

"A good friend will lend you some blood!"

Finally, Ju Kong took out a small bowl and a dagger from the plate, the Tibetan mastiff obediently stretched out its claws, a stream of dark and pure blood filled the entire small pure white bowl.

"Drink this in."