The Magnificent God of War

In this world, there are too many things that ordinary people can't understand.

In the past, people would think that there are gods and the like, and things that cannot be explained are not attributed to unknown existences. They can only explain that there are gods.

Even a few months ago, Jiang Ning would not believe it.

He firmly believes that the world is complicated, but anything can be explained from a scientific point of view, but now, there are too many things that science can't explain at all.

Not to mention other things, the appearance of this Jidao boxing table is very unscientific.

The texture of the boxing table is special. He asked Professor Lu Jing to study it and found that it was not a common texture. Even searching around the world did not find a similar one.

And the different dimensions of space pointed to by this boxing score are even more incredible, as if it is something that only exists in science fiction.

"The longevity pool really exists?"

Jiang Ning couldn't help asking.

"Yes."

The expression on the old naughty boy's face is serious, and it doesn't seem like a lie at all, "As long as you drink the water in the longevity pond, you can really live forever, and that water is a magical medicine, a magical medicine for life and death! "

It sounds mysterious, but Jiang Ning dare not directly say that this is fake.

The things he experienced during this time seemed to many people to be like dreams, but they were real.

Science can't explain it either.

"Can the dead be saved?"

Jiang Ning looked at the old naughty boy, wondering if what he was saying was true, or describing it exaggeratedly.

"What I said is true. The dead can be saved!"

"Can people who have been dead for a long time be saved?"

Jiang Ning's heart suddenly moved, and the expression on his face became a little different. He stared at the old naughty boy with a trace of desire in his eyes.

"As long as the internal organs are not rotted, you can live!"

The old naughty boy said, "According to the rumors, you only need to put the body in the longevity pond to warm up, and in time, you will be able to come back to life!"

"Otherwise, what do you think that **** is looking for in the Changshengchi? He just wants to save his own woman!"

The **** in his mouth is Mr. Lang.

The woman who saved her?

Jiang Ning frowned slightly, and it seemed that Mr. Lang's woman was the one in the copper coffin in the Northern Territory. Unexpectedly, this guy was still an infatuation.

"Do you think he is a good man?"

The old naughty boy sneered, and when he saw Jiang Ning's expression, he knew what Jiang Ning was thinking.

For your own woman, you can fight against all the people in the world. For others, this is certainly not a good person, but for that woman, this is definitely a good man.

"Boy, people's hearts are the most complicated. I dare not say anything to others, but that **** is definitely not a good person,"

The old naughty boy snorted, "In my opinion, even if he wants to save that woman, he must have ulterior motives!"

"Why do you say that?"

At least from a woman's point of view, Mr. Lang is still affectionate and righteous.

"No need to explain, he is such a person."

The old naughty boy waved his hand, lazier to say, no more explanation.

Especially when it comes to Mr. Lang, he has no interest at all. If it weren't for killing him, he wouldn't bother to wake up and continue to lie in the coffin without being at ease.

At least, I can live longer.

Jiang Ning knew the temper of the old naughty boy, so he didn't ask any more, but there are too many things? It sounds like a fantasy.

That longevity pond can really bring people back to life?

Just thinking about it, he felt incredible. This was completely against the laws of nature, but during this period of time, he had seen things like this.

"Who do you want to save?"

The old urchin asked suddenly.

Jiang Ning was startled.

"My master."

After he finished speaking, he shook his head again, and the old naughty boy said that he needs the body to not rot to have a chance. He Taoist now only has ashes, and there is no chance at all.

"No chance."

He was a little sad.