Chapter 712 The Sky Falls at the Door
“It’s impossible to get through there!”
As usual, Zhang Xuezhou rolled over and got up, and ignored Turkalando who was about to open his mouth.
He muttered and then began to record.
These contents involve the "Yi" he just saw, the "Soaring Cloud Technique" provided by the Yangli Demon King, the Yang Soul Transformation Technique, and the Tai Tai explained by Li Guang. The follow-up part of Qingzhen Technique also involves the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Nine Sect.
If you don't count the bad things about his body, Zhang Xuezhou almost feels that he has reached the peak of his life.
But acquiring these techniques seemed to have exhausted all his good luck, and also completely knocked Zhang Xuezhou to the bottom.
This is similar to a person who won a huge lottery ticket, but fell into a vegetative state.
The synchronization of good luck and bad luck makes it difficult for Zhang Xuezhou to complain.
He meditated on recording these hard-won techniques, and thought about how to save himself in the other world, and how to develop himself in the real world.
"You can't get through there, and you can't get through it if you can't get it here!"
Zhang Xuezhou kept writing with an expressionless face. When recalling the relevant content in his mind, he also had the experience of enduring the collision of spiritual energy tides. That moment.
With the help of the mana brought by the nearly endless spiritual energy, Zhang Xuezhou's perception was also enhanced to the maximum at that time.
This may be a certain limit of the theoretical extension of Kunpeng's fighting skills in his dream.
Through this limit, he saw a fire in the darkness, and also saw the black core under the flame, and even vaguely perceived himself in reality.
For the first time, he could clearly see the link connecting the two bodies, rather than recalling it through special memories.
If the black core is crushed, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he will probably be completely free after giving up a body.
“Perhaps that is the form of the extraterrestrial demon!”
Compared to the opponent who could not be seen or touched in the past, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had at least seen his opponent at the moment.
This is undoubtedly a huge improvement.
Despite all the obstacles, it's far clearer than the foggy world before it.
"That body may not be able to escape control. I have to adjust this body and try to reach the level of the emperor and others, so that I can protect myself!"
< br>With the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Nine Sect in hand, Zhang Xuezhou felt that all he needed was the Spirit-forging Pill.
There is no Supreme Being in the real world, and no one will force a transformed Yang Soul into his body.
True Spirit Realm, Creation of Consciousness Realm, Body Transformation Realm, Supernatural Power Realm, Solipsism Realm, True Self Realm, many great realms are far away and out of reach, but at least most of the roads have been paved for now.
Once he got hold of Jinchang's Nine-person Cult inheritance, Zhang Xuezhou felt that he had everything in place in reality.
It would be perfect if we could work with Dong Zhongshu to develop a realm technique that could perfectly replace the inheritance of the Yin Yang family.
“Saati, your communication!”
“No time!”
“Someone is knocking on the door to find you!”
"Tell him I'm not here!"
Occasional episodes changed Zhang Xuezhou's writing style.
Limited by the fact that the input method does not have Chinese characters and Holy Land characters, Zhang Xuezhou can only rely on the original method to write records.
But fortunately, he practiced Jinchang's silk-pulling technique, which made his fingers extremely flexible and he could write very fast.
If there is no interference, Zhang Xuezhou feels that he can definitely record everything he has recited in one to two days.
These contents are complex and numerous. Even if Zhang Xuezhou has abilities similar to hyperamnesia, he still feels that he is likely to forget.
Accordingly, it is difficult for anyone to come now. Even if the King of Heaven is in front of him, Zhang Xuezhou feels...
"Why are you here!"
Until he writes vigorously There was an extra head next to his desk, and gray hair came into his eyes. Zhang Xuezhou trembled violently in his heart, and then quickly stood up.
In front of him was Chang Kongluo, who was supposed to be imprisoned in the Mu Nian Mansion. As the rotating chairman of the committee, Changkong Luo's real power belongs to the number one figure in the Red Alliance.
Even if Changkong Luo was locked in, Changkong Yinghao and Changkong Yinglian, who took their place, still inherited this right and held various sequence meetings as usual.
According to normal logic, Changkong Yinghao and Changkong Yinglian sent Changkong Luo in and held the power, so it was impossible to release Changkong Luo again.
Zhang Xuezhou thought for a few seconds and felt that in the past few days when he was not in the real world, Xijing City may have undergone great changes again.
The return of Changkongluo also means that there is another person at the top.
This made him tremble in his heart, and then he stood straight up.
He was ruined by the Supreme Being in the other world. Zhang Xuezhou did not want to be ruined by Changkong Luo in reality.
“Do you think I should be kept in there forever?” Changkong Luo asked.
"No way, how is this possible?" Zhang Xuezhou shook his head and said.
“I heard that you don’t want to see me?” Chang Kongluo continued to ask.
"The sun shines brightly when you come to our place. My mother likes you the most and has always wanted to take a photo with you." Zhang Xuezhou patted his chest and said, "What my mother and I want to see most in our lives is you!"< br>
“Your flattery is so blunt that it embarrasses me!”
Chang Kongluo shook his head helplessly, and then lifted up the electronic shackles on his trouser legs.
“You don’t have to be afraid of me,” Changkong Luo said, “I’m just going out for a walk, and I’ll be living back in the Juinian Mansion in a few days!”
“What, you’re already out, that’s all. I don’t want to seize power and return to a high position," Zhang Xuezhou said.
"Then I have to be able to come out of the Old Mansion normally." Zhang Kongluo said angrily: "I brought this electric shock device with me when I came out. Before I could take action against those rebellious sons and daughters, they would have killed me long ago. !”
“You are also afraid of this kind of electric shock!”
“I am not Zhou Xin!”
Changkong Luo sighed.
Except for the genes that develop the physical body, no one is immune to the instantaneous high-voltage electricity, and Changkongluo is no exception. After all, this is how he was imprisoned in the first place.
"What are you writing about?"
Looking over the contents of Zhang Xuezhou's furious writing, and then across the extremely brand-new writing marks, Changkongluo confirmed that Zhang Xuezhou really had no time to pay attention to him.
But Changkongluo couldn't recognize the strange words written by Zhang Xuezhou.
He stared at it for a few seconds before asking.
"Chairman, I am practicing concentration," Zhang Xuezhou said: "Look at me carefully and see if I am focused when I write!"
"Okay!"
Chang Kongluo nodded.
But Changkongluo found that he nodded too imprudently.
Perhaps he knew that he was just coming out of the Juinian Mansion to have fun, and any violence or other behavior would be subject to higher punishment, and could even result in being permanently locked up in the Juinian Mansion and not allowed to go out.
Or maybe Zhang Xuezhou is really focused on practicing concentration.
When Zhang Xuezhou resumed writing, Zhang Kongluo waited for half an hour. He felt that the young man simply forgot about himself when he was concentrating, and even if he spoke, he didn't pay attention.
"Is he usually like this?"
Zhang Kongluo swept past the convoy of task forces on guard outside the villa, and then set his sights on Turcalando.
“I only know that he was like this last time!”
When facing Changkongluo, Turcalando’s divine aura immediately failed.
This made her seem a little awkward when facing Chang Kongluo's questions, and she lacked normal communication skills.
(End of this chapter)