Chapter 2 Star Thunder Fist

Mo Zhilan was looking at Ziyan in a daze. Suddenly, he heard the grand and distant bell, and his heart couldn't help thumping.

"This is the mourning bell in the palace. Only after the death of my father and I will ring. As soon as the bell rings, the world wears filial piety. Could it be...Father..."

At this time, it was noisy outside. A little eunuch ran in and knelt on the ground when he saw Mo Zhilan.

He cried, "Your Highness, Your Majesty has passed away!"

Hum!

Mo Zhilan only felt that the whole world was spinning and fragmented.

"Impossible! You are lying to me! The collapse of the State of Yan, the separation of the princes, and the father led two million troops to march in person. This is not a suspense at all. What's more, there are 300 masters of Hu Ben Camp around his father, a total of 300 people. The worst ones are the physical eight-fold divine bravery, and there are five top masters with ten-fold divine transformation. Even if you are trapped in a million army, you can kill a bloody road, and no one can stop you!" Mo Zhilan calmed down and roared.

He knows the power of the Hu Ben camp. Although there are only 300 people, everyone wears armor made of fine steel and a soft armor made of deep-sea whale skin. Even the iron tire bow that can only be used by princes and generals can't be pierced.

Three hundred people are together, and their spirits are in one place. All the breath condensed into a giant tiger, which was so noisy that the ten-foot-high gate could open at once. It is a real killing machine on the battlefield, and many people can't resist it.

The little eunuch trembled and dared not answer.

"Who sent the news? I want to see him!"

"back... back, Your Highness, in, in the East Palace."

As soon as the little eunuch finished speaking, he felt a strong wind blowing through his ear. Mo Zhilan has gone to the East Palace,

"Although I don't want to be the emperor, the foundation of the Xia Kingdom for thousands of years must not be broken in my hands. At this time, I can't mess myself up. My father dies, and the princes everywhere are ready to move. If I can't handle it well, the State of Xia will follow in the footsteps of the State of Yan. When the three princes and the general heard the mourning bell, they must be rushing to the palace now..."

Mo Zhilan thought about it and arrived at the East Palace.

"The last general, Tie Yongzhen, see His Royal Highness the Prince." A dusty strong man knelt down on one knee.

"Hmm." Mo Zhilan raised his eyebrows. Your Majesty died, and this kind of thing should be returned to Beijing with the Hu Ben camp. Why are you the only one who came back!"

"Your Highness, 300 people in the Hu Ben camp died, and none of them survived."

"What!"

Drip-on

Mo Zhilan retreated three steps in a row, and then his face was full of doubts.

"Your Highness, the last general can't believe it if he doesn't see it with his own eyes. The action was taken by three people flying in the sky. When they waved their hands, it was a hundred thunders. At will, they could resist the fire and move the mountain. Three hundred soldiers of the Hu Ben camp killed one person when he was unprepared. This was what the last general found from the man when he arrived.

Tie Yongzhen took out two things from her body and handed them to Mo Zhilan.

A book, a little yellowed, written with the three characters of Lei Kang, running snakes and walking.

A flag, half a foot long, bright stars, and thunder.

"These two things..." Mo Zhilan closed his eyes and felt the terrible power on the small flag.

"Is it... the character of the secret world of magical power..."

......

After Tie Yongzhen left, the three princes and the general entered the palace together.

This is the whole night.

In the morning, the sky turned white.

Mo Zhilan sat in the study, feeling tired and tired, but he couldn't sleep.

"The characters in the secret world are like immortals... What do they want to do when they kill their father? Anyway, I have to take revenge. The ordinary army doesn't work. By the way, I can practice to the secret world, so that I can kill them!"

Mo Zhilan took out the star Lei Can and studied it carefully. The things on Xinglei are mainly divided into two parts. The first part is the martial arts practiced in the physical realm, and the latter part is the spells that can only be cultivated in the magical realm.

The martial arts skill to exercise the body above is called Xingleiquan, which mainly explains the mystery of the acupuncture points in the human body. These acupuncture points correspond to the stars in the sky. By absorbing the power of the stars, they wash themselves and stimulate their potential. It is completely different from Mo Zhilan's practice of regretful mountain hammer, mountain pusher, and Jiulong Baquan.

Like his practice, he constantly refines his body. From the inside out, the internal organs are powerful, full of qi and blood, and the body is gradually strong. Xinglei Fist has the meaning of taking some shortcuts, from the outside to the inside, by absorbing the power of the stars to strengthen the body. In terms of physical training, Xingleiquan has a great disadvantage.

However, this set of boxing is practiced to the depths of the essence. Even if you can't practice the secret place of magic power, you can also refine 33 evil spirits in the body through the power of the stars.

If you use one of these dragons, there will be one less, and you have to re-condensate by ingesting the power of stars at night. Thirty-three channels are the limit that the human body can store, and there are just thirty-three channels condensed in one night.

Once it is stimulated, it can shoot a thunder and lightning within a hundred feet and kill people through the air. All the gold and iron, stubborn stones and mountains and soil will be blown to pieces.

"This set of kung fu is a little similar to the giant tiger virtual shadow condensed by 300 tiger soldiers, which can kill people in the air. If I practiced it, even if I can't practice to the secret place of magic power, I won't wait for death when I meet someone who kills my father. You can avenge your father.

Mo Zhilan secretly wrote down the Xinglei Fist, and then his eyes lit up and saw that there was a way to sacrifice magic weapons on the last few pages.

"The magic weapon is divided into spiritual weapons, treasure tools, Taoist weapons, and fairy weapons, each of which is divided into upper, middle and lower, and four levels of excellent products. People like spiritual weapons can be sacrificed as long as they smear blood on it.

Mo Zhilan doesn't know what level of magic weapon the small flag is, but he should try to sacrifice it anyway.

He looked through the chapter of the magic weapon several times, and then, according to the above, he bit his middle finger and drew a complicated rune on the star thunder flag, which was somewhat similar to the folk ghost charm. My father said before that there is nothing in the world, and there must be a reason for it. Obviously, the folk ghost charm is not nonsense, but derived from these spell runes. It's just that the Taoist priest who draws the charm can't cultivate the secret place of magic power, has no mana, and can't exert his power.

As soon as Mo Zhilan drew the rune, he felt the power of thunder penetrated into his body, and unexpectedly produced a feeling of blood compatibility with this pole.

"It turned out to be a spiritual weapon,... Star Thunder Flag, Star Thunder Fist, Humph! The name is righteous, but it must be a demon outside. Kill my father and destroy it sooner or later.

In the next few days, Mo Zhilan practiced according to the method of Xinglei Boxing every day. His body is strong and his physical foundation is excellent. By practicing Xingleiquan, you can ingest the power of the stars unscrupulously and make rapid progress.

According to the rites of the State of Xia, filial piety is the first to wait for the previous emperor to be buried before the prince can succeed to the throne. During this period, state affairs were handled by the three princes.

So Mo Zhilan can practice all day long. In this huge palace, his mother has already died of illness, and he doesn't have to pay attention to anyone except Ziyan and his thirteen brothers.

Mo Zhilan practiced martial arts like a crazy demon, and Chang Shenghou Yao Yuan can also guess a little clue. Although the royal power is powerful and holds the life and death power of hundreds of millions of people, the strong people in the secret world are above the king's power and are unconstrained. If they want to take revenge, they must have the same strength as them.

Mo Zhilan knows this better than Yao Yuan.

After practicing Xingleiquan, his body is like a bottomless hole. Every day, he eats a lot of ginseng, deer antler and bird's nest, and he still feels hungry. No matter how he makes up for it, he is dissatisfied. He can even eat a cow at a meal.

Of course, his cultivation is also very fast. The condensed temper in his body has changed from the first one to two, three, four...

Half a month later, he can condense 33 evils in one night. Even if he has not cultivated to the psychic realm, Mo Zhilan is also confident to kill the master of divine change.

"Drink!" Mo Zhilan sent out with all his strength, and 33 thunders were criscrossed. He was like a thunder and lightning purgatory within ten feet, and earth, stone and trees were crushed one after another.

At this time, a maid came in and bowed and said, "Your Highness, the body of the former emperor has arrived in Qianjing."

(Love is a sad fairy tale. It's not painful to give up a person who loves you. It's painful to give up a person you love.)