“It’s simply impossible to get through there!”
Zhang Xuezhou rolled over and got up as usual, and ignored Turcalando 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 follow-up part of the Taiqing Zhen Technique explained by Li Guang. It also involves the inheritance of the Yin-Yang Nine People 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 melancholy recorded 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 recalled the moment when he suffered the collision of the spiritual energy tide.
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 ball of 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 shattered, 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 past where he couldn't see or touch his opponent, 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 is probably unable to escape control. I have to adjust this body well and try to reach the level of the emperor and others, so that I can protect myself!"
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 would force a transformed Yang Soul into his body.
True spirit realm, created consciousness realm, transformed body realm, supernatural power realm, solipsistic 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!"
"Do not have time!"
"There's someone knocking on the door looking for 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 had practiced Jinchang's silk-pulling technique, which made his fingers extremely flexible and he could write very quickly.
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.
Correspondingly, it is not easy for anyone to come now. Even if the King of Heaven is in front of him, Zhang Xuezhou feels...
"Why are you here!"
Until there was a head beside the desk where he was writing rapidly, 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 up, 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 rights, 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 might 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 his superior in the other world, and Zhang Xuezhou didn't want to be ruined by Changkong Luo in reality.
"Do you think I should always be locked in there?" Chang Kongluo 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!"
"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," Changkongluo said, "I'm just out for a bit of fun, and I'll be living back at the Juinian Mansion in a few days!"
"Why, you've already come out, so you 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're also afraid of this kind of electric shock!"
"I'm not Zhou Xin!"
Changkong Luo sighed.
Except for the genes that developed 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?"
Scanning the contents of Zhang Xuezhou's arduous writing, and scanning the extremely new writing marks, Zhang Kongluo confirmed that Zhang Xuezhou really had no time to pay attention to him.
But Changkongluo couldn't identify the strange words written by Zhang Xuezhou.
He stared at it for a few seconds before asking.
"Chairman, I am practicing my concentration," Zhang Xuezhou said, "Look at me carefully and see if I am focused when I write!"
"OK!"
Changkongluo 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 inevitably result in 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 him when he was concentrating, and even if he spoke, he didn't pay attention.
"Is he usually like this?"
Changkongluo glanced at the convoy of task forces on guard outside the villa, and then set his sights on Turcalando.
"I only know he was like this last time!"
When facing the sky, Turkarando's divine aura was immediately ineffective.
This made her seem a little awkward when facing Chang Kongluo's questions, and she lacked normal communication skills.
