city ​​of sanctuaries

Chapter 1125 The Power of Chaos
Fang Tian opened his mouth, and couldn't seem to find anything effective to refute him for a while.

"Get up quickly, training is a method only fools choose. For a smart person like me, of course it is a super-shortcut. I want to remind you in advance, little brother, my eyes are bright. I'm lazy."

Fang Tian gave up looking for ideas to refute Yu Le's intention, but was absorbed by Yu Le's super-shortcut method.

Now, Fang Tian's mind is full of super-shortcuts, and he blinked curiously, "Yu Le, what's a shortcut?"

"Hey." Yu Le chuckled twice, quietly leaned towards Fang Tian's edge, lowered his voice, and said mysteriously: "Little brother, have you ever heard of a legendary exercise, Qigong that created chaos and opened up the world?"

Create chaos and create qigong! ?
Fang Tian blinked his eyes, and looked at Yu Le with admiration. This special skill is very powerful just by its name.

"No."

"Hey, I know you haven't heard of it." Yu Le was complacent, thinking that the name I just made up, you must have heard of it before.

"Let me tell you, this exercise is powerful and tight, and it is also the most suitable for you. Think about it, isn't there so much imprinted power mixed together in your body that is difficult to control? Well, let's guide you to generate a A more powerful chaotic power, before you use the power in the future, first convert all the thoughts in the chaotic power into a circle, no matter which imprint the original power comes from, just mix them all together, one brain Throw it into it to form a new chaotic energy."

Fang Tian listened carefully, and after hearing Yu Le's narration, he felt that the method Yu Le said was extremely powerful, and must be a very powerful skill.

"Hey, let me tell you, this is a powerful ability at the level of ten sages. After you learn it, it will be very powerful. I won't tell ordinary people." "Little brother, how about it, for the sake of our predestined relationship, do you want to learn it?"

Fang Tian nodded, and said firmly, "Study."

"If you want to learn it, that's right!" Yu Le snapped his fingers, "But there is one thing that needs to be made clear before learning, this trick is strong but it is extremely difficult to practice, and once a vortex forms in your body, you can't go back. It’s gone, it’s an irreversible state.”

Fang Tian didn't hesitate at all, "I want to learn!"

……

"Yu Le, what a pity."

The old drunkard followed Zhong Cang all the way forward, took a sip of wine in his mouth, took a breath, and felt a little disappointed.

"Humph!"

Concerned about Fang Tian's safety, Zhong Cang snorted heavily, but didn't care about the old drunkard's thoughts.

After coming out of the room, he hurried to the main control room of the underground magic circle in the Tower of Dawn, wanting to rush over to see Fang Tian's situation.

Although there is no way to determine what Fang Tian's current situation is, at least it's okay to go over and take a look.

In the main control room, he can only confirm whether Fang Tian is dead or not. If Fang Tian died inside, then they can get the news now.

"boom!"

Zhong Cang was filled with anger, and pushed open the door of the main control room with a bang.

The two young members on duty in the organization stood up immediately when they saw the angry Zhong Cang rushing in.

"Where is that person who was newly imprisoned on the twelfth floor?"

The two newcomers glanced at each other, and both felt the heavy wave of thoughts on their shoulders.

One of them plucked up his courage and replied tremblingly: "Mr. Zhong, Fang Tian is still being imprisoned on the [-]th floor for the time being, and there is nothing special about it."

Zhong Cang held back his anger, wishing he could tear down the Tower of Dawn right now.

Although he had only met him a few times, he felt that this nephew was quite to his liking. When he thought that he was cheated by Duan Ling and would soon become a useless person, his heart was full of anger.

The two newcomers in the organization only felt that the pressure on them was getting bigger and bigger, and they were almost about to explode on the spot.

"Okay, okay, why are you angry at them?"

The old drunkard waved his hands as he spoke.

Suddenly, the pressure on the two rookies disappeared.

"Thank you Mr. Sun."

The two newcomers expressed their thanks again and again as if they had been pardoned.

"Okay, you guys go out, let's talk about something here." Waved away the two newcomers, the old drunk found a seat and sat down, "Don't you have confidence in your nephew? Died? From my point of view, if you think so highly of him, you may not necessarily die in it, you have to have some confidence in your nephew."

"Old drunkard, it's okay for you to comfort others with your words, but it's useless for me."

Zhong Cang gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, obviously extremely angry.

"No, I'm serious." The old drunkard shook his head, "There are no absolutes in this world. I've met that kid once, and he doesn't feel like a short-lived ghost. I don't think he will die in it. Look, is he still alive? Well, what happened to Yu Le is also rumored outside, but it's actually not that scary, and that kid is Yu Qiu's disciple, so it has something to do with it, if that kid is a little smarter, he might be able to survive .”

"Forget it, it's just your face-to-face skills. It doesn't work when it's time." Zhong Cang didn't think the old drunkard's consolation was of any use. There was a big change, maybe even Yu Qiu didn't remember who he was. Everyone who was imprisoned with him on the 20th floor of the basement before died at his hands. Since five or six years ago, no one has died. He was imprisoned on the twelfth floor."

"You're talking nonsense, there were not a few disciples who managed to survive more than ten years ago."

"When I came out, it was already abolished. It's better to die. It's over." Zhong Cang's face was heavy and abnormal, "Because of that incident, Yu Le hated the organization to the extreme, and the people in the organization were sent in to be punished. They all became the object of his anger."

"I don't think so." The old alcoholic said, pouring a sip of wine into his mouth, "Except for the heinous ones, the people who really belonged to the organization have not died. I think he should have been restraining himself all the time. It’s still a bit emotional, but it’s a pity, I’ve always thought that Yu Le is also a talent, able to figure out the cultivation mode of the power of chaos, if it wasn’t for being blinded by the power at that time, and desperately wanting to prove himself, he would do it something like that..."

"There is no need to excuse him, talking about the power of chaos is just a trick to deceive people." Zhong Cang clenched his fists, "This kind of power has no way to condense in the body, it only exists in theory at all. It's impossible to simulate it inside the body."

"No, you can't say that." The old drunkard shook his head, "The power of chaos is a special power after all, although it is very unique and difficult to control, I think if he was not so stubborn..."

(End of this chapter)