For the next few days, Jun Xie still did not go out. Waking up in the morning, he went straight to the library and stayed there for the whole day. Without exception, Grandpa Jun would bring over all the books he had read and analyze them again. Then, he would shake his head, nod his head, sigh, exhale, be at a loss, then be pleasantly surprised. It turns out that he had not used up all his expressions …
In addition, the servants of the Jun Family discovered that this young master had another strange hobby. During the day, he would enter the library and not come out. But at night, he would sit in the courtyard. Wherever the light was the darkest, he would sit there … Really … Evil!
However, the servants did not mind it too much. Compared to this young master's previous behavior, his current behavior was much better!
That night, Jun Xie once again sat under a flowering tree, enjoying the darkness of the night where he could not even see his own fingers. A sense of security suddenly rose within his heart. Yes, it was security! For Jun Xie, the King of Assassins, the safest place was the darkness of the night! Only the darkness of the night was Jun Xie's best and most reliable companion in his previous life!
Looking up at the starry sky, Jun Xie suddenly felt as if he was dreaming. These few days, he had roughly read through a large number of books related to this world. More or less, he understood the situation of this continent. However, the more he understood, the more confused Jun Xie became.
If not for the black and white records, Jun Xie would have thought that he had transmigrated back to the ancient times of China. It was too similar! The same skin color, the same accent, the similar culture, and the same clothing as the Tang and Song Dynasties in China …
Jun Xie groaned and stuck his head between his legs. His two hands hugged the back of his head tightly as he thought in pain: Why? Why is it not some ancient era of China? If that was the case, how many advantages and resources would I have? Even if I did not take the initiative to change the course of history, I could still use this ability to predict the future and avoid calamity!
Xuan Xuan Continent, what kind of a place is this? Gold Xuan, Yin Xuan, Earth Xuan, Tian Xuan … Xuan Qi … Xuan your grandpa! Why wasn't it Internal Martial Arts?
The only similarity was perhaps the eternal sun and moon, as well as the gentle fog of the dark night. Only these could give Jun Xie the familiar feeling of being in his homeland of Huaxia!
Jun Xie's face was as cold and hard as a stone. The muscles on his cheeks bulged painfully. He had the urge to point at the heavens and curse!
Suddenly, at this moment, due to Jun Xie's extreme agitation, he suddenly felt an intense headache. Even with Jun Xie's unimaginable endurance, he suddenly couldn't bear it. He let out a muffled groan and felt light-headed. Then, he suddenly felt the world spinning …
In his eyes, the entire world seemed to be spinning violently. Even the misty night seemed to have turned into scattered mist. The entire world suddenly became so illusory and unreal …
Jun Xie panted in pain and clenched his teeth tightly. His lips were already stained with blood and his eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. However, he held himself back and did not let himself make a single sound.
Coming to this world alone, all the pain should be borne by himself! In this strange place, I can't rely on anyone! I won't rely on anyone!
Kill kill kill kill kill! Use my killer skills to kill a path of blood. Kill the sky, kill the earth! Kill kill kill kill kill!
While Jun Xie was in a daze, he seemed to feel that a distant light had suddenly appeared in his mind. The light seemed to be far away, but it was slowly approaching. It was getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter, bigger and clearer. Finally, it turned into a colorful colorful pagoda. It spun continuously in his mind, and with every rotation, it shot out a misty holy white light.
Every time it spun, it brought upon Jun Xie a pain that was no less than the Eighteen Hells of Reincarnation!
His body was already numb, his limbs were already numb, and his consciousness was slowly fading. Only Jun Xie's pair of eyes had turned blood red. He stared at the sky, stared at the earth, stared at this strange world, and did not blink for even a moment! …
After an unknown amount of time, a gust of cold wind blew past, and Jun Xie suddenly felt cold.
The night of early autumn was indeed a little cold. Jun Xie thought to himself. Then, he suddenly woke up: I feel cold, that means I have a feeling. Haven't I already … He abruptly stood up. Only then did he realize that his entire body was soaked in cold sweat, soaking through his clothes several times over. His entire body was wet and uncomfortable.
Suddenly, he had a strange feeling of being reborn.
He woke up in Jun Moxie's body, and inherited this ownerless body. Or it could be said that it was a kind of transmigration, soul attachment. Jun Xie was only Jun Xie, and after this painful experience, he had truly merged with this body. Jun Xie had also truly become Jun Moxie, the true owner of this body!
No longer caring about tidying up the mess on his body, the first thing Jun Xie did was to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, and sink his consciousness into his sea of consciousness, carefully comprehending something. Jun Xie already knew that the huge pain from before was completely caused by the small pagoda that had already merged with his body. Therefore, Jun Xie concluded that there must be something special about the small pagoda. If it was just a simple merging of the body, there would not be such a painful experience, and there must be more strange things. This small pagoda was almost the only thing that Jun Xie relied on to exist. If he did not understand this matter, perhaps Jun Xie would definitely not be satisfied.
Jun Xie could clearly feel that in his consciousness, he could actually "see" a beautiful small pagoda with colorful flowing lights, floating in the air above his sea of consciousness, slowly rotating. Jun Xie could clearly feel that every time the small pagoda rotated one round, the blood in his body would flow clockwise once, again and again, in an endless cycle …
What's going on? Jun Xie looked at this small pagoda in bewilderment. This thing was completely beyond common sense, causing Jun Xie, a staunch atheist, to sink into a kind of heartfelt bewilderment.
I wonder if I can take a closer look at it? Just as Jun Xie was thinking about this, he suddenly realized that the small pagoda seemed to be slowly enlarging, following which the door of the lowest level suddenly opened, and a thick white fog rushed out with a whoosh. In a split second, Jun Xie's entire consciousness was filled with this white fog, the white fog was so thick that it almost materialized. Jun Xie took a deep breath, and suddenly felt his whole body relaxed, indescribably comfortable, even his soul had a happy feeling of wanting to sing …
Jun Xie looked around, only to find that he did not know when he had arrived at the door of the pagoda. Above his head, there were three faintly discernible ancient characters: Hong Jun Pagoda!
Jun Xie walked in, and found that it was empty inside, only the dense white fog that seemed to have materialized. Suddenly, the white fog rolled, and slowly revealed two lines of large characters: Exquisite Nine Layered Pagoda, Number One Ancient Art!
Then, the white fog rolled more urgently, and suddenly, a hazy mnemonic chant appeared in Jun Xie's consciousness. Just as Jun Xie was startled, an uncountable number of characters and diagrams suddenly spun violently in front of his eyes, and then forcefully poured into his consciousness like a force-fed duck. It was like a speeding train suddenly rushing into a small thatched cottage! Moreover, there was no movement after rushing in …
In a split second, Jun Xie could not help but feel dizzy, and his head felt as if it was about to explode, and he fell to the ground.
When he opened his eyes, he discovered that he was still lying on the wet and cold ground. But, in his mind, a cultivation technique was clearly appearing, and accompanying it was a diagram of the human body, as well as a human figure's movements …
"Art of Unlocking Heaven's Fortune!" Jun Xie muttered, his eyes flashed, and his fists unconsciously clenched!
"Brothers, you are very good, very strong! In a day, you have caught up from 15th place to 8th place! Feng Ling was extremely grateful! Thank you! And very proud! My brothers and sisters are indeed the strongest! Next, let us continue to work hard, and continue to climb up! Haha … "
"Thanks to Young Fat, Immortal Slaughter, Golden Sand's Smurf, Two Snakes, Loneliness, Da Qin's Little Soldier, and other authors for their support and tips; thanks to Fated Fate, Mmous, Book Friend 14699605, Linlang Wu 'er, Mortal World's Jin Lin, Ignorant Youth, Love in the Morning Moon, and other brothers and sisters for their tips, thank you all! Feng Ling will work hard! Everyone, please wait and see! >
"During the new book period, there is not enough essence to use, so I can only make up for it next week for my brothers and sisters, please don't mind. >
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