Sixteen years ago, the eighth day of September, was the day when the "Trouble in the City of Gods" ended - and it was also the anniversary of my father's death.
The ice-eyed tapir clan suspected that their father, Xu Fengzhi, had left behind some inheritance and appeared sixteen years later?!
With this clue, Xu Zhenyun's brain worked rapidly and he immediately constructed two plans, conservative and radical.
The conservative idea is to pretend to be in a controlled state and delay as much as possible.
If it doesn't work, try again.
Because once the demon clan shows its demonic aura, it won't take long for the monitoring points in Shendu to react, and people will inevitably be sent to check.
As long as we persist until reinforcements arrive, the dilemma will naturally be solved.
But since the banshee took the risk to infiltrate, she must be well aware of the capabilities of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty, and her timing must be precise and accurate.
So it's impractical to delay it for too long.
In the end, it still depends on combat power, especially how long your physical strength can last!
The radical idea is to strike preemptively, taking advantage of the opponent's misunderstanding that they are being controlled, letting down their vigilance, and attacking in one fell swoop to win.
For example, luring the other party to turn around and sneak attack her when her back is turned to you?
This idea was immediately rejected.
Too rough, too simple!
Although the monsters are more careless and their scheming is not as delicate and profound as humans. However, the probability of success in a normal "raid" is still very slim.
Xu Zhenyun prefers to control his destiny in his own hands, so he prefers the second option.
But the details need to be optimized!
Eliminate distracting thoughts and think quickly.
Suddenly, Xu Zhenyun seemed to have captured something.
With his significantly enhanced perception, he could vaguely sense that the Banshee's heartbeat was slightly accelerating, and the blood flow was accelerating.
While waiting for her answer, her mood seemed to change significantly, and she was in a state of extreme anticipation and concentration.
From this we can deduce a conclusion——
Today's plan is very important to her!
If you can make good use of this, the success rate of the raid will increase significantly.
His thoughts suddenly became clear, and Xu Zhenyun's thoughts began to diverge quickly, and he immediately weaved a plan.
After pretending to hesitate for a long time, Xu Zhenyun finally showed an "I remembered" look and said slowly: "On the eighth day of September...that night...I had a dream; I dreamed that my father...gave me a page of letters; this...
...Does it count..."
The banshee's chest rose and fell violently, and her light green pupils radiated a brilliance that was like real substance. She suddenly grabbed Xu Zhenyun's collar and asked anxiously: "Where is the letter? Have you copied it down?"
Xu Zhenyun continued slowly: "This dream... I didn't pay attention to it at first; but... the words in the letter... I remembered it very clearly... I couldn't forget it... even if I wanted to...; later... I found it interesting...,
Just...copied it."
The banshee breathed like a snoring buffalo and said loudly: "Say quickly! Where is it?"
Xu Zhenyun coughed twice and then said: "Buried in... the northwest corner of the room... under the floor."
The room is in a north-south layout, with the large bed placed to the north, but not against the wall, leaving about one meter of space.
Upon hearing this, the banshee immediately closed the "bubble", jumped to the northwest corner of the room, quickly bent down, and shattered the floor with one palm.
Under the floor, there is another layer of blue bricks.
Raise your hand and lift up the green brick.
Under the bricks, a hidden grid appeared, hiding a silver metal ball about one foot in diameter.
The banshee was overjoyed, clasped her hands together, and took out the silver ball.
Her face was glowing red, and you could almost see the color flowing in her eyes.
To perform extraordinary feats, to be promoted to a higher level and to be rewarded, to stand out among one's own clan... was already beckoning to him.
Xu Zhenyun suddenly said loudly: "Take the stable one! It contains refined green vitriol oil."
Refined green vitriol oil will corrode when exposed to objects; it is often used in hidden compartments of institutions, especially to store special items such as letters and cipher texts.
Once it is violently opened or shaken violently, the contents will be corroded into dust.
The banshee was shocked, her face turned pale, her body went still, and she shouted angrily in a low voice: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
She had just picked up the silver ball and was hunched over. She had not yet stood up straight. She suddenly stopped and her posture was very funny.
At this moment, Xu Zhenyun took action!
One leap, one step.
With his right hand, he picked up a cooked copper stick hanging on the wall behind him and chopped it down!
This was Xu Zhenyun's handy weapon two years ago. After he was promoted to the eighth level of physical skills, he switched to long weapons along with weapons, so he prepared another suitable weapon on the weapons rack in the backyard of his home, and this cooked copper rod took a back seat.
, hung as a decoration on the north wall of the new house.
The banshee lost consciousness for a moment before she felt something.
She still held the silver ball firmly with both hands, fearing that it would shake even a little bit.
At the same time, he leaned back and turned his head slowly, as if he wanted to make eye contact with Xu Zhenyun.
A pair of four eyes.
In the pupil of the banshee, she saw an iron rod, which quickly enlarged without any sign of slowing down, and kissed her head.
There was a "bang" sound.
What followed was a shrill scream.
The Banshee's forehead blossomed, like a ripe watermelon that had been smashed.
What she saw turned into a flowing and blurry dark red.
At this time, it is already too late to throw away the silver ball and join the war.
Xu Zhenyun was so energetic that he raised the copper stick and hit the banshee on the head one hundred, seventeen and eighty times, each blow with 100% strength!
Even though he could no longer feel the breath of the banshee after more than ten blows, Xu Zhenyun still did not relax at all until he released all the energy in his body and beat her into a human shape.
Banshee made a fatal mistake.
Even though her reaction was indeed slow due to her mental shock, she still had time to make a move.
If she had put aside the silver ball in her hand and joined the battle in time, she would still have been able to avoid critical injuries, but her hands and feet would inevitably be injured and she would be in a very embarrassing situation.
In the worst case scenario, you can still escape.
But she made a misjudgment.
Human beings who have been affected by the "Ice Eye" illusion of the Ice-Eyed Tapir clan, if their minds are strong enough, have experienced situations where they were temporarily out of control of the illusion at a certain moment, and struggled and resisted.
At this time, as long as they look at each other again, they can immediately replenish their control.
The banshee thought that Xu Zhenyun was in a similar situation.
That's why there was that seemingly unreasonable head turning action.
The most fatal thing is that she was deceived by the lie that it was filled with "refined green vitriol oil". She never thought that the thing in her hand was the other party's tool to restrain her!
Mistakes were made after mistakes, so she paid the price with her life.
Xu Zhenyun was overjoyed.
The Jedi counterattack was a great success; even smoother than imagined!
In the Banshee's initial position, the copper rod could only be hit below the waist, and it was barely possible to hit the back of the head.
With the demon race's rough skin and thick flesh, a blow to the back, buttocks and legs would most likely not be fatal.
If the opponent is injured and attacks back, he must be extremely fierce.
Xu Zhenyun even considered whether to use a thousand-year-kill move, which would be more powerful.
But after weighing it, I gave up because it was too difficult to implement.
Precision is difficult to control.
Unexpectedly, the banshee made a wrong decision and gave herself a slap on the head!
Xu Zhenyun wiped the sweat from his forehead, gasped for air, and chuckled: "Sure enough, an iron rod is better for dealing with female monsters."
Picking up the silver ball, Xu Zhenyun pressed it hard with both palms, squeezed the dent, and gently tore it in half - there was a stack of thick paper inside.
What I said just now was completely fabricated.
Of course this is not a relic from my father, and there is no refined green vitriol oil in it.
On the first page, you can see a portrait of a young person, about twelve or thirteen years old, similar in appearance to Xu Zhenyun himself, and full of energy.
Although the original owner is known as a "martial arts idiot", under the disguise of being willful and uninhibited, he is actually quite narcissistic.
These are all self-portraits he left at each stage of his growth, accumulated and collected.
It is precisely because of the existence of this object in the bedroom that Xu Zhenyun's entire plan is more perfect.
All the dust has settled.
It was only at this moment that Xu Zhenyun took a breather and suddenly looked back, feeling surprised and confused about the "time travel" in his heart, which seemed both real and illusory.
There was no excessive drinking, no traffic accident, and no strange rituals. I just traveled through time without any warning...
It seems that the only supernatural event before the time travel was that I had a long dream the night before, in which I dreamed of a tragically beautiful female Taoist priest who met me bizarrely.
But I can't remember anything about what happened in the dream.
My own state of mind seemed to have received a deep hint, and I was able to accept the fact of "traveling" more naturally, without immediately falling into horror and self-doubt.
The beginning of the new world is so thrilling...
There was no time to sigh, a memory flashed through his mind, and Xu Zhenyun suddenly felt surprised and a little happy!
As a "new arrival", it seems that I have accomplished a feat?
The Baishi Martial Arts School where he is located has a "Senior List" on the wall, with portraits and introductions of outstanding figures in the martial arts school, which is equivalent to an alumni wall.
The most conspicuous position among them belongs to a senior named "Yan Shiying".
His most glorious deeds include two:
One is to advance to the next level by ranking first in the state nine-dan battle and third in the martial arts category of the national general election, and obtain the qualification to practice Taoism.
Second, on the eve of his formal entry into the Tao, during the "Bloody Moon" turmoil, he was lucky enough to kill a ninth-level demon cultivator with his ninth-level physical skills.
Xu Zhenyun has a deep memory of the comments on the "List of Sages": Killing monsters with a mortal body is only seen in the capital of gods in fifty years.
But now I am only at the eighth level of physical skills!
Once the aura of the demon race permeates the air, it won't take long for the people of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty to notice it, and it is natural for them to come to deal with the aftermath.
Maybe at this moment, the visitor is already on the way.
Eighth level of physical skills to kill demons...
Becoming famous in the divine capital and rising to prominence is just around the corner?
"Well...so tired..."
Just as his thoughts started to disperse, Xu Zhenyun suddenly felt weak and quickly held on to the bed frame.
As his spirit completely relaxed, Xu Zhenyun felt that all the strength in his body was dissipated like a tide, and he was extremely tired.