across the heavens

"This is us from southern Xinjiang. Not only is he physically strong, but he is also very good at technology. You see, he is just a demigod, but he can suppress the projection of a high-level god. People who are not smart can't do this!"

Arhan said triumphantly, and added something at the end.

"How do you look like you? You know how to fight because of your physical strength, your martial arts are extremely poor, and your brain is full of muscles. You are just a reckless man!"

Ever since Han Dong's acupoints evolved into dantians, Alhan no longer said that he was not strong enough, but instead called him stupid.

It's true, after all, there is such a master as himself who has practiced fighting and winning tactics for hundreds of thousands of years, and he has taught him hand in hand. Han Dong still can't learn fighting and winning tactics. Isn't it stupid?

Zhang Debiao put his hand on the shoulder that Alhan had patted, and looked at Alhan and Han Dong with his mouth wide open.

what's the situation?

One can tell at a glance that this senior is simple-minded and single-minded. He is a typical Southern Xinjiang people, but he shows off our Southern Xinjiang people's intelligence, saying that others are full of muscles and are reckless?

Could this smiling guy be a muscular brat?

Zhang Debiao stood still, but kept glancing at Han Dong from the corner of his eyes.

Chapter 761 It's too much to do

Getting angry with Alhan is a typical example of being turned into a sand sculpture by a sand sculpture, so Han Dong naturally wouldn't make such a mistake.

However, he still intends to learn the tactics of fighting and winning from Zhang Debiao, but he doesn't want to leave such an image in his heart.

"Little brother, I believe you can also see that Brother Arhan has misunderstood me, but it's not important. By the way, do you want me to refine the projection of Ye Moluo for you!"

Han Dong smiled and said:

"Refining the projection of Yemara, you can not only greatly increase your cultivation base, refine your spiritual power into divine fire, but also get his memory, so you know how to become a god!"

Zhang Debiao looked at Han Dong with wide eyes, thinking about it.

"I'm not angry when Master Alhan says that. It seems that they are indeed friends. However, this smiling Beast Demon God is really not reassuring."

"Yamara is a high-level god after all. Although it is a projection, the divine power it contains is too large for a demigod like you, but don't worry, I am quite good at this aspect!"

Han Dong continued to smile.

Zhang Debiao is no better than Alhan, he has a delicate mind and a slick face. If he doesn't give him some benefits, it is impossible to teach him the tactics of fighting and winning.

"Don't be so troublesome!"

Alhan on the side said suddenly, and then looked at Zhang Debiao.

"Let me help you, refine Ye Moluo, let you absorb his memory, and know how to become a god!"

Having said that, Alhan's eyes widened suddenly, his spiritual power instantly transformed into a divine fire, and then he pressed down on Zhang Debiao overwhelmingly.

The divine fire of the god-king level rushed into the field in Zhang Debiao's chest roaring!

"Hey, brother Arhan, he's just a demigod, you'll kill him if you do this!"

Han Dong shouted hastily.

"If it's an ordinary person, ninety-nine out of ten will die!"

Alhan said carelessly:

"But don't worry, people from southern Xinjiang are very nervous, and he probably won't die!"

Han Dong was speechless.

But after thinking about it, it seems that the same is true in the original book. Although Zhang Debiao was half-dead, he survived in the end.

It's just that Alhan was seriously injured and dying at that time, and his vitality was far less than usual. Now Alhan is in peak condition, this.

At this moment, within Zhang Debiao's domain, above the sea of ​​spirit, the blossoming divine fire forcibly pulled Ye Moluo out from the bottom of the sea, wrapping the night bird and warbler like a python, and burning it blazingly.

Great Master Yemoluo waved countless pairs of colorful wings and struggled hard, but he was just a projection of a high-level god. Facing Alhan's god-level divine fire, how could he break free?

Soon, Ye Moluo's body gradually melted away, exuding waves of strength, which merged into the world in Zhang Debiao's chest.

At the same time, a huge and complex memory of Yemara's millions, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of years also rushed into Zhang Debiao's mind, filling his brain to the brim in an instant.

Zhang Debiao immediately bleeds from all five orifices and has a splitting headache!

"what!"

Zhang Debiao roared for a while, feeling that his head might burst at any moment, he couldn't help showing a painful expression, squatted down and hugged his headache!

Glancing at the expressionless Alhan, Han Dong couldn't help shaking his head.

After all, he was worried that Zhang Debiao would be killed by his ancestors in this clan, and he would not be able to learn the battle tactics, so Han Dong reached out a ray of spiritual power and entered Zhang Debiao's brain.

This wisp of spiritual power was pure and quintessential, and its tenacity was even higher than that of a god-level divine fire. It immediately protected Zhang Debiao's sea of ​​consciousness and restored his clarity of mind.

Relieved from squatting, hugging his headache, Zhang Debiao stood up and gave Han Dong a grateful look.

"It's too much!"

Alhan next to him said:

"I am from southern Xinjiang not only physically strong, but also mentally strong. This memory shock is nothing at all!"

Han Dong and Zhang Debiao's faces darkened at the same time.

After a long while, Zhang Debiao finally digested this huge memory, and at the same time, his body successfully accepted the divine power of Ye Moluo's projection avatar.

The aura on Zhang Debiao's body increased greatly. From the beginning of becoming a demigod, he reached the peak of demigod in one fell swoop. His whole body was full of divine power, divine fire was exuberant, and the godhead he got from no one knew where was also shining brightly!

A month later.

In the hundreds of thousands of deserts, Han Dong tossed back and forth in the open space, waving his hands continuously, playing a set of peerless palms.

"Not bad!"

After Han Dong finished his palm technique, a tall, thick-browed, big-eyed boy with a simple face said with a smile:

"Mr. Han, your cultivation talent is truly astonishing. It only took you a month to master the battle-fighting formula that ordinary people would not be able to comprehend after practicing for dozens of years. Amazing, amazing!"

Han Dong glanced at Zhang Debiao whose eyes kept rolling, and asked angrily:

"How long did it take you to learn?"

"Is this"

Zhang Debiao showed a simple and honest smile and said: