Chapter 7 Linglong Hongjun Tower

In the next few days, Jun Xie still didn't go out. When he got up in the morning, he went straight to the library, and then stayed for a day. Without exception, Mr. Jun would move all the books he had read as usual, analyze it again, and then shook his head, nodded, sighed, exhaled, confused, and surprised Love is still useless...

In addition, the servants of the Jun family found that the young master had another strange hobby: it's okay to get into the library during the day and can't come out, but at night they prefer to sit in the yard. Where it is the darkest and the lightest, he sits... It's really... evil!

However, the servant doesn't care much. Compared with what the young master did before, it's much better now!

This night, Jun Xie sat under a flower tree again, enjoying the thick night when he stretched out his hand and couldn't see his fingers, and a sense of security suddenly rose in his heart. Yes, it's safe! For Jun Xie, the king of killers who once dominated the world, the safest thing is the dark night! Only the night is the best and most reliable partner in Jun Xie's 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 have roughly read a large number of books related to the world, and learned more or less about the situation of this continent, but the more I understand it, the more confused the king and evil is.

If it hadn't been for the clear record in black and white, Jun Xie would have almost thought that he had traveled back to the ancient society of China. It's so similar! The same skin color, the same accent, the same culture, the same clothing as China's most powerful Tang and Song dynasties...

Jun Xie groaned, put his head between his legs, hugged the back of his head tightly with both hands, and thought painfully: Why? Why not in an era in ancient China? If so, how many advantageous resources can I use? Even if I don't take the initiative to change the course of history, I can use this prophet's ability to spend historical events and avoid bad luck!

Xuanxuan Continent, what the hell is this place? Jin Xuanyin Xuandi Xuan Tianxuan... Xuanqi... I Xuan, your uncle! Why isn't it the strength of the family?

The only thing that is the same, perhaps only the eternal sun and moon, and the gentle fog of the night, can give the king and evil a familiar feeling that he must still be in the hometown of China!

Jun Xie's face was like a cold stone, and his cheek muscles bulged painfully, and there was an impulse to point to the sky and curse!

Suddenly, at this moment, due to the extreme excitement of Jun Xie's mood, he suddenly felt a severe headache. Even with Jun Xie's unimaginable endurance, he suddenly couldn't stand it. He hummed, and his feet were heavy for a while. Then, he suddenly felt the sky was spinning...

From the eyes, it seems that the whole world is spinning violently, and even the confused night seems to have turned into a crazy and discrete, and the whole world suddenly becomes so illusory and unreal...

Jun Xie gasped in pain, gritted his teeth, his lips were soaked in blood, and his eyes almost stared out, but he couldn't help making that sound.

When you come to this world alone, you should bear all the pain by yourself! I can't rely on anyone in this strange place! I won't rely on anyone!

Kill, kill, kill! Use my killing skills to kill a bloody road, kill this day, kill this land! Kill, kill, kill!!

While the evil god was hazy, he seemed to feel that a little distant light suddenly appeared in his mind. The light seemed to be far away, but it was slowly approaching. It was getting closer and closer, brighter, bigger and clearer, and finally turned into a colorful pagoda, which kept spinning in his mind. Every rotation shoots a styray of holy white light.

Every rotation will bring great pain to the king and evil, which is no less than the reincarnation of the 18th floor of hell!

The body has long been numb, the limbs have long been paralyzed, and the consciousness has slowly begun to blur. Only Jun Xie's eyes have become blood-red, staring at the sky, staring at the ground, staring at the strange world for a moment! ......

I don't know how long it took. A cold wind blew, and Jun Xie suddenly felt cold.

In the early autumn night, it is still a little cold. Jun Xie thought to himself and suddenly woke up: I felt cold, but I had a feeling. I didn't... suddenly stand up, and then I knew that the cold sweat all over my body had soaked my clothes several times. I was wet and uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a new strange feeling.

I woke up on Jun Moxie and inherited this ownerless body, or it can be said to be a kind of time travel and soul attachment. Jun Xie is just a king Xie. After this painful experience, he really integrated with this body, and Jun Xie also really became Jun Mo Xie, the real master of this body!

He can no longer care about tidying up the mess on his body. The first thing Jun Xie does is to sit cross-legged, close his eyes, sink into the sea of thoughts, and carefully understand something. The previous great pain, Jun Xie already knew that it was completely the ghost of the small tower that had been integrated into his body, so Jun Xie concluded that the small tower must have strange things. If it was just a simple integration of the body, there would not be such a painful experience, there must be more strange things. This small tower is almost the existence of Jun Xie. The only thing I can do is that if I don't understand this matter, I'm afraid Jun Xie will never be willing to do it.

Jun Xie clearly felt that in his consciousness, he actually saw a beautiful little pagoda with colorful streams, suspended in the sea of his consciousness, slowly rotating. Jun Xie clearly felt that every time the small tower rotated once, it was his own body. The qi and blood of the body flow clockwise, over and over again, circulating endlessly...

What's going on? Jun Xie looked at the small tower in surprise. This thing was completely beyond common sense, which made Jun Xie, a solid atheist, fall into a heartfelt confusion.

I don't know if I can take a closer look? Jun Xie just thought so, and suddenly found that the small tower seemed to be slowly getting bigger. Then the first door at the bottom suddenly opened, and a strong white fog rushed out. In an moment, Jun Xie's whole consciousness was filled by the white fog, and the white fog was so thick that it almost became substance. Jun Xie took a deep breath, and suddenly I feel comfortable all over, indescribably comfortable, and even my soul has a happy feeling of wanting to sing...

You Xie looked around and found that he didn't know when he had come to the door of the tower. On the top of his head, there were three looming medieval words: Hongjun Tower!

Jun Xie walked in, and it was empty. There was only a real white fog. Suddenly, the white fog rolled up and slowly showed two lines of words: the exquisite nine-story tower, the first skill of ancient times!

Then the white fog rolled more and more eagerly, and suddenly a hazy formula appeared in Jun Xie's consciousness. Jun Xie was just stunned, and suddenly countless characters and graphics rotated violently in front of his eyes, and then his mind poured into his consciousness like a cramming duck, like a speeding train. Suddenly rushed into a small hut! Moreover, there was no movement after rushing in...

In an eye, Jun Xie couldn't help but feel dizzy, and his head fell to the ground as if it was about to explode.

When I opened my eyes, I found that I was still lying on the wet and cold land before, but a cultivation formula clearly appeared in my mind, which matched with the human body circuit diagram and humanoid movements one by one...

"Opening the sky and creating the power!" Jun Xie muttered, a light flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help clenching his fists tightly!