Chapter 211 Combining those things in Pojun's childhood
Chapter 211 Things that happened when Po Jun was a child (2-in-1, please subscribe)
Fazhi looked at Hao Jian standing proudly on top of the white snow, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He murmured in his sleep: "God... God was really killed?"
A god who claims to be immortal and possess an immortal body is so rare?
Hao Jian glanced at Fa Zhi and said, "You have only lived two hundred years and you call yourself a god... Only a silly monk like you can believe it."
Dharma wisdom: "..."
What the hell, is living two hundred years not worth boasting about?
Is the average life expectancy so long these days?
Hao Jian didn't bother to talk to Dharma and wisdom, so he sat cross-legged in the snow and began to meditate and adjust his breath, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth.
This battle was still very rewarding for him.
First of all, let Hao Jian clarify his positioning of strength in the world of "Wind and Cloud", which is beyond the realm of Thanos and not yet the realm of Explosion.
At this point in time, the Immortal God has not yet reached its strongest stage, and the study and application of "Maha Infinite" are still very shallow and in the initial stage...
That's why Hao Jian could win so easily.
Speaking of which, the immortal god Gou has been around for too long. He worked hard for hundreds of years to create the "Heavenly Maha", but he has never fought against a real strong person, and his application ability is still at the level of a primary school student...
No, when the method of staring doesn't work, the Immortal God's methods will be stretched thin...
But Feng and Yun, two people from the original time and space, started from obtaining the "Heaven-level Maha" with 50% of the immortal god, and then grew up all the way, and finally exerted the power of "Infinite Maha" to the point where they could reverse time and space...
In comparison, the method of staring is too low...
So, we still have to practice it!
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Watching Hao Jian adjust his breath, Fa Zhi felt a mixture of emotions...
He originally thought that if Hao Jian failed, he would use the "Take Root" method to control God at the critical moment, but who would have thought that after being obese for a long time, God actually died like this.
"As a result, the poor monk's mission of 'sacrifice' has also failed!"
"Hahahahahahaha... The sky has eyes! It's true that the sky has eyes! God has really fallen, hahahahaha... Grandpa, parents, your souls in heaven can rest in peace..." Suddenly, there was a sound from the distance.
There was a long laugh.
Fazhi's expression condensed, and he looked intently. He didn't know when a man in a blood-red shirt came from the west.
In this white sky and earth, this figure is particularly eye-catching.
"Amitabha, stop here!" Fazhi stopped in front of the man in the blood-red shirt without thinking, and looked at him cautiously.
The man in the blood-red shirt said solemnly: "Who are you?...Oh, I remembered it, Marshal, you are a subordinate of God and a descendant of Master Fahai, right?"
Fazhi's heart moved, "How do you know?"
The man in the blood-red shirt stared at Fazhi and said in a deep voice: "Don't worry about how I know it. Let me ask you, has God really fallen? There will be no chance of resurrection?"
Fazhi nodded expressionlessly and said: "The poor monk saw with his own eyes that the god was killed, his whole body exploded into blood mist, and no bones were left!"
The man in the blood-red shirt showed a relaxed look on his face, and suddenly fell to his knees in the snow, "Great! It's really great...Who killed the god?"
Fazhi pointed to Hao Jian who was sitting cross-legged in the distance, "It's him."
The figure of the man in the blood-red shirt turned around and bowed solemnly to Hao Jian three times, "Thank you for your help in eliminating harm in the martial arts world!"
Immediately, he stood up, his face full of fatigue.
"In this way, I no longer have to wait for the fatal situation set by the legendary Master Fahai...I have been working without sleep for twenty years, and I am finally free today..."
Fa Zhi's heart was moved, "Where is the decisive battle that Master said is yours? Who are you?"
The man in the blood-red shirt smiled and said: "I am Meng Hen, the grandson of Meng Shan in the past, Marshal of the Ten Palaces of Yama! In order to dominate the martial arts world a hundred years ago, God ordered my grandfather to develop thousands of firearms! Only God can do this.
I knew Master Fahai. Later, before he died, Master Fahai came to the Tenth Hall and explained the true face of God to my grandfather..."
"My grandfather swore from then on not to hand over firearms to God, and to guard against God day after day... After my grandfather passed away, my parents guarded it. After my parents passed away, I guarded it alone, waiting hard for Master Fa Hai to tell me.
The man of destiny! I didn’t expect that God would really fall before the decisive battle started..."
Fa Zhi suddenly realized it, and finally understood the origin of the secret method "Take Root" created by the founder...
But just as Meng Hen said, all of this disappeared with the fall of God...
He took out a blood-red key from his arms, and when he exhaled his true energy, he shattered it into pieces and scattered them in the wind.
Meng Hen laughed heartily and said: "Let these firearms be buried under the glacier forever..."
"It's all over! Hahahahaha..."
Smiling, Meng Hen yawned and immediately fell down...
He has been restless for twenty years, relying solely on his will to support him!
Now that my mind was relaxed, I just fell down...
Fazhi, with quick eyesight and quick hands, quickly helped him up and fed him a pill...
"Donor, you are too tired. From now on, you can rest peacefully... I, the poor monk, can finally put it all aside and return to Jinshan Temple."
A few days later, Fazhi returned to Jinshan Temple to be his abbot, and Meng Hen returned to Yama Temple to continue to be his marshal...
The fall of the Immortal God did not cause any waves in the world.
Because the Immortal God never leaves the Sou Shen Palace, the entire Sou Shen Palace is rarely known in the world today.
As for Hao Jian... being extremely bored, he prepared to go to Jianzong.
"After all...in the world of "The Condor", I also founded the dignified Sect! Now in the world of "Wind and Cloud", wouldn't it be natural for the Sword Sect to become a Sect?"
Hao Jian felt that...it was very reasonable for him to be the helmsman of this humble sect.
Well, the greater the ability, the greater the ability!
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It's summer, and the entire wheat field is like a golden ocean.
Standing on the edge of the field, Mu Yingxiong was sitting on the edge of the wheat field, and the world-famous heroic sword was casually placed beside him.
He stared at the wheat field blankly, with a confused look on his face.
Suddenly, he stood up, the heroic sword suddenly unsheathed and fell into his palm, and the aura of the King of Swords rose into the sky!
I saw countless wheats suddenly bending together, all heading towards the land occupied by Mu Yingxiong, just like Wan Zhu bowed his head when he was born...
"Kill the whole world!"
With a loud shout, he gathered all his energy on the heroic sword and swept it out!
In an instant, a terrifying sword energy more than ten feet long appeared in front of him.
Wherever the sword energy passed, countless golden wheats were scattered all over... and they were beheaded!
"A sword across the sky!"
"The sword is proud of all the heroes!"
The "Murderous Sword Technique", which was derived from the "Inexplicable Sword Technique", was developed in this wheat field.
After a few breaths, Mu Yingxiong stood up with his sword in hand.
In front of him, countless wheat ears piled up into a hill.
The corpses of Maizi are still standing, with extremely smooth fractures...
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At night, Ying Xiong sat in front of the stone house, staring at the stars in the sky in a daze.
After a while, he picked up the Hero Sword next to him, slowly pulled out the blade, and murmured to himself: "Hero Sword, are you also very disappointed with me as the sword master..."
Although he lives in seclusion in a mountain village, he is always paying attention to unknown news.
But now, Wuming's reputation has spread throughout the martial arts world, so much so that even in the mountain village, he can hear news about Wuming's sword duel with a master of a certain sect...
At the door of the stone house, Xiao Yu looked at Ying Xiong's back with a trace of pity in her eyes.
She slowly stepped forward, hugged Ying Xiong from behind, and whispered: "Husband... just do whatever you want."
Ying Xiong was shocked and said: "Xiaoyu... you..."
"Husband, you are the born king of swordsmanship. You should not live such a life at such a young age with a dazzling heroic sword." Xiao Yu said quietly, "I know that being like my Yingming cousin... is what you have in mind.
Dream! Just, please don’t leave me..."
Ying Xiong was so moved that he hugged Xiao Yu, smelled the fragrance of her hair and said:
"Thank you...Xiaoyu! Let's go together!"
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Beiyuan, this is a small town that does not want to be named.
Hao Jian walked into an inn.
As soon as I sat down and ordered a few side dishes and a bottle of wine, I saw Ying Xiong and Xiao Yu walking in hand in hand.
Xiaoyu shouted in surprise: "Benefactor, why are you here?"
Hao Jian didn't expect to run into Mu Yingxiong and Xiao Yu here. He smiled and said, "So it's you! We are destined to meet each other. Come and sit here."
"Thank you so much, my benefactor!" The two walked over and sat down hand in hand.
Ying Xiong was very happy when he saw Hao Jian and said with a smile: "Good morning, my benefactor!"
Hao Jian raised his eyebrows and said, "Good morning? What? I'm not good at noon, I'm not good in the afternoon, and I'm not good in the evening, so what's good at noon?"
Ying Xiong hesitated for a moment, feeling a little at a loss. He was stunned for a long time before saying, "Sorry! It should be... hello!"
Hao Jian wanted to tease Ying Xiong, so he continued to argue: "Huh? Is it your fault? Or is it her fault? Oh, it's just me? Well, even if it's just me, then let me ask you, do I have it?
How good is that?”
Ying Xiong said helplessly: "That's right, that's right, you are the best! You are the best, very good, very, very good! We, my husband, and my second brother will all keep your kindness in our hearts!"
Hao Jian laughed and said: "Brother Mu, why do you tell the truth? Since you know that I am good, you should not only keep it in your heart, but also talk about it on your lips, and say it three times every morning, noon and evening!"
Mu Yingxiong: "..."
"Benefactor, where are you going?" Xiaoyu saw that the atmosphere was a bit awkward and quickly changed the subject.
Hao Jian smiled and said: "Jian Zong, where are you?"
Mu Yingxiong's heart moved, and he said with eager eyes: "I...we are also going to Jianzong! My benefactor, how about...we come together?"
Hao Jian said happily: "The crotch is on fire..."
Mu Yingxiong looked confused: "What...what do you mean?"
Hao Jian said slowly: "It's okay to burn your crotch (of course)!"
Mu Yingxiong: "..."
Xiaoyu couldn't stop laughing...
Well, women who have been married are indeed different from young girls...
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Along the way, Mu Yingxiong wanted to ask Hao Jian for advice, but he didn't know how to ask.
Hao Jian naturally saw what Mu Yingxiong was thinking, but he was not in a hurry and walked slowly every day.
After hesitating for several days, Mu Yingxiong finally couldn't bear it any longer, so he practiced swordsmanship in front of Hao Jian intentionally or unintentionally, hoping to get some advice from Hao Jian.
Hao Jian saw this, but continued to pretend not to know. He wanted me to give you some advice. Yes, but you have to ask me!
On this day, Mu Yingxiong took advantage of his break to practice swordsmanship again. He also specially chose a place where Hao Jian could see him, and performed his self-created "Murderful Swordsmanship" to the fullest.
While he was practicing, Mu Yingxiong suddenly felt something in his heart, "There is someone! This aura... is a bit familiar..."
He thought for a while and suddenly remembered, "It's Po Jun, the son of Jian Hui of Jian Zong! It seems that he is very close to Jian Zong..."
Of course, Hao Jian also noticed Po Jun who was secretly watching. After thinking about it, he said loudly: "Ying Xiong, do you know... this is Jian Hui, the head of the Sword Sect?"
Mu Yingxiong stopped using his sword and said with understanding: "I know, not only do I know about Jian Hui, but I also know that he has a son named Po Jun! He also had a grudge between his sons!"
Hao Jian nodded and continued: "Have you ever had a grudge? Yes, let me tell you... that Po Jun is the son of the head of the Sword Sect, but he is a super evil person and has done countless evil things.
The list... is simply too numerous to mention! Ying Xiong, Xiao Yu, if you encounter them, you must be careful!"
When Mu Yingxiong heard this, he cooperated very well and said, "Oh? I would like to hear the details!"
Hao Jian put on an expression of indignation and said: "You don't know! This Pojun peeked at the women in the village near Jianzong when he was three years old. When he was four years old, he forced the village girls to peek at him bathing. When he was five years old, he became even more unscrupulous. He actually forced
The village girl peeked at him taking a shower with his father, and at the age of seven he forced the village girl to peek at his sword master brothers taking a shower together..."
Xiaoyu said she couldn’t stand listening anymore...
Mu Yingxiong lowered his head and shook his shoulders, obviously trying very hard to hold back his laughter.
"That's nonsense! Who are you? You actually slandered me like this!" Po Jun, who was observing secretly, couldn't bear it anymore. He shouted loudly and jumped out of the forest.
He had already obtained information about the sect, and as soon as he heard that the heroic sword that he had missed in the past had returned to his parents' home, he rushed over impatiently.
After all, it was the heroic sword that had been licked since childhood. It was licked even more often than the sword master. But in the end, the heroic sword proactively fell into the arms of Mu Yingxiong and Wuming...
This moment made Pojun extremely disheartened!
Later, Wuming became a member of the Sword Sect. He looked at the heroic sword he had longed for and Wuming was so close to each other, and the jealousy in his heart became more and more intense!
Later, Wuming successfully broke through the sword reincarnation, regained his martial arts skills, and returned to the Central Plains to stop Mu Yingxiong.
It wasn't until today that he saw the Hero Sword again. He couldn't help the desire in his heart. He was thinking that even if he couldn't get the Hero Sword's heart... Sword Art, he still wanted to get the Hero Sword's body, but he heard such slanderous words!
Has Po Jun ever suffered such injustice?
Hao Jian looked at the furious Po Jun and secretly laughed that this guy didn't know that he was the one who scared him in the first place. He immediately said righteously: "Don't think I don't know! Let me tell you, my distant cousin's biological mother's neighbor raised him
The third daughter of the dog’s former owner was the one who was harmed by you!”
Po Jun listened blankly, lowered his head and counted with his fingers for a long time without understanding, and shouted: "You are talking nonsense! I am just bragging... Before I could do it, my senior brother led a group of people to
It’s blocked…”
Hao Jian roared: "What do you know? She was so frightened that she jumped into the river when she heard the news that you were going to rob her!"
Po Jun was stunned for a moment, his face turned pale, and he said in disbelief: "Really...really?"
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