Evil King

Chapter 7 Linglong Hongjun Tower

In the next few days, Jun Xie still did not go out, and went straight to Library in the morning, and then stayed for a day, and without exception, all the books he had read, Mr. Jun would move over as usual, and then analyze. Once, and then shook his head, nodded, sighed, exhaled, lost, and surprised, the expressions were still useless…

In addition, the members of the Jun family discovered that this young Master has another weird hobby: it’s fine to get into the Library during the day and not come out, but at night they prefer to sit in the yard, where the darkest is the least. Ray he is sitting…really…evil!

However, the servant didn’t really care, compared to what the Young Master did before, it’s much better now!

This night, Jun Xie once again sat under a flower tree, enjoying the dark night when his hands were invisible, and a feeling of security suddenly rose in his heart. Yes, it is safe! For Junxie, the assassin king who used to cross the world, the safest thing is the dark night! Only Ye Se 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 read a large number of books related to this world in general, and learned more or less about the situation of this continent, but the more I understood, the more confused Jun Xie became.

If it weren’t for the clear and clear record in black and white, Jun Xie would almost think that he had traveled back to the ancient society of China. It was so alike! The same skin color, the same accent, the same culture, the clothes similar to the Tang and Song Dynasties, the strongest in China…

Jun Xie groaned, and inserted his head between own’s legs, and hugged the back of his head tightly with both hands, thinking in pain: Why? Why not a certain era in ancient China? If so, how many superior resources should I use? Even if I don’t take the initiative to change the course of history, I can still use the ability of this prophet to get through historical events and avoid bad luck!

Xuanxuan Continent, what the hell is this? Jin Xuan Yin Xuan Tian Xuan… Xuan Qi… I Xuan you uncle! Why not Internal martial arts skill?

The only thing in common, perhaps only the unchanging sun and moon, and the gentle mist of night, can give Junxie the familiar feeling that he is still in China’s home country!

Jun Xie’s face was like a cold stone, and the muscles around his cheeks bulged in pain, and there was an urge to point at the sky and curse!

Suddenly, at this moment, due to Junxie’s extreme emotional excitement, he suddenly felt a severe headache. Even with Junxie’s unimaginable endurance, he suddenly couldn’t bear it. He snorted and made a top-heavy moment. Suddenly feel the sky spinning…

From the eyes, it seems that the entire world is spinning violently, and even the misty night seems to have turned into a frantic, discrete, energetic, and the entire world suddenly becomes so illusory and unreal…

Jun Xie gasped in pain, gritted his teeth tightly, his lips were soaked in blood, and his eyes were almost out of his sockets, but he held back his breath, not letting himself make even a little noise.

Coming into this world alone, all the pain should be borne by yourself! In this strange place, I can’t rely on anyone! I will not rely on anyone!

Kill kill kill kill kill! Use my killing skills to make a bloody road, to break through this day, and break through this place! Kill kill kill kill kill! !

Jun Xie Shen thought dimly, it seemed that a distant light suddenly appeared in Own’s mind. The light seemed to be far away, but it was slowly approaching, getting closer, brighter, bigger and clearer. , Finally turned into a radiant colorful pagoda, spinning in his mind non-stop, and every rotation, it shot out a misty and holy white light.

Every time it spins, it will bring Junxie a huge pain as much as the eighteenth floor The Underworld Samsara!

His body was already numb, his limbs were already numb, and his consciousness slowly began to blur. Only Jun Xie’s eyes became blood red, staring at this sky, staring at this place, staring at this strange world for a moment. Not instant! …

I don’t know how long it took, when a cold wind blew, Jun Xie suddenly felt cold.

It was still a bit cold on the night of early autumn. Jun Xie thought in his heart, and suddenly woke up: I felt the cold, but I just felt it, I didn’t have… I stood up suddenly, only to realize that the cold sweat had soaked my clothes several times, and I was wet. It’s very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a strange new feeling again.

I woke up on Jun Moxie and inherited this masterless body, or it can be said that it is a kind of crossing and possessing soul. Junxie is only Junxie, but after this painful experience, he is truly true and righteous. This physical body merges into one, and Jun Xie has truly become Jun Moxie, the true master of this physical body!

No longer caring about sorting out the mess on his body, the first thing Junxie does is to sit in the Lotus Position and close his eyes. Divine Sense sinks into a sea of ​​thoughts, carefully realizing something. Junxie already knew the great pain before, that it was a ghost made by the small tower that had been integrated into his body, so Junxie concluded that the small tower must have something strange. Such a painful experience, there must be more weird things. This small tower is almost the only basis for Jun Xie’s existence. If you don’t understand this matter, I’m afraid Jun Xie will never be reconciled.

Jun Xie clearly felt that in his own consciousness, he could see a small pagoda with a beautiful shape and colorful streamers, which was suspended above the sea of ​​own consciousness, slowly rotating as if he could see it. Now, Jun Xie clearly felt that every time the small tower revolved, the blood of the owner’s body would flow clockwise, repeating itself again and again, endlessly…

How is this going? Jun Xie looked at this small tower suspiciously, this thing was completely beyond common sense, and Jun Xie, a solid atheist, fell into a kind of sincere confusion.

I wonder if I can take a closer look? Jun Xie just thought of this, and suddenly found that the small tower seemed to slowly grow bigger, and then the bottom first door suddenly opened, and a thick white mist rushed out, and in a moment, Jun Xie’s entire consciousness All were filled with this white mist, the white mist was so dense that it almost became the substance, Jun Xie took a deep breath, and suddenly felt comfortable all over, unspeakably comfortable, and even the soul had a happy feeling of sing-sing…

Jun Xieyou looked around, only to realize that he did not know when he had come to the gate of the tower. On top of his head, three looming Medieval characters: Hongjun Pagoda!

Jun Xie walked in, and there was nothing but a white mist that was like a substance. Suddenly the white mist rolled up, slowly revealing two lines of big characters: Linglong nine-story tower, the first work in the past!

Then Bai Wu rolled more and more eagerly. Suddenly a dim phrase appeared in Jun Xie’s consciousness. Jun Xie was just startled, suddenly there were countless characters and graphics violently spinning in front of his eyes, and then his brain was like filling a duck. The general hardship poured into his consciousness, like a speeding train, suddenly rushed into a small hut! Moreover, there was no movement after rushing in…

Suddenly, Jun Xie couldn’t help being dizzy, his head was about to explode, and he fell to the ground.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was still lying on the wet and cold ground before, but a cultivation method appeared clearly in my mind, and matched with it, there were also body circuit diagrams, and one by one. Humanoid action…

“Kaitian good fortune gong!” Jun Xie muttered, a light flashed in his eyes, and his fists couldn’t help clenching tightly!