Ren, who was rolling on the ground, stopped twitching. After taking a few deep breaths, he got up quickly.
At this time, his whole body was covered with a layer of dirt, and he was completely black. Even his face was completely black, as if he had been coated with a layer of black paint. He felt no pressure to pretend to be a non-chief.
“Whitewash failed, Brexit succeeded.”
Smiling to himself, Ren moved his arms slightly and subconsciously rubbed his hands on his body. He immediately rubbed away a piece of black dirt, revealing white and tender skin!
It seems that the skin has become more tender and tender, but this is just an illusion.
Ren felt that the astonishing power in his body was much stronger than before, more terrifying than the humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Even without mobilizing the spiritual energy in the body, the physical strength alone can demolish a building with bare hands and kick an elephant like a ball.
"Come and give it a try."
Bang bang... bang!
Ren strode aside and punched the puppet made of white iron on the wall one after another. The indestructible steel puppet was dented with punch marks.
He punched hundreds of times as if to vent his anger, causing the training room to tremble.
With that hearty feeling, the blood in his body made a sound like a river flowing, and his heart beat as powerful as a drum. He didn't stop until the iron doll began to twist and deform.
He ran the Demon Slaying Technique again.
Suddenly, one hundred and forty-six acupoints in the body shone like stars in the night sky, forming complex and mysterious veins.
Each orifice vibrates, attracting and swallowing the spiritual energy in the void like a whirlpool, crushing the impurities, and the purified spiritual energy overflows into the body like stars, and begins to flow along the meridians, allowing Ren
His muscles, bones, flesh and blood are as crystal clear as the jade Buddha...
The Demon Slaying Technique becomes more mysterious and unpredictable in the later stages.
Renn majored in the Demon-Slaying Technique and minored in the Guidance Method of the [Demon Hunter] profession, embarking on a similar but different path to William the Conqueror.
Two hours later, in the bathroom on the second floor of the villa.
"Wow~"
The hot water washed over Ren's strong and toned body, washing away all the dirty dirt.
All the dirty water in the bathtub poured out, and then Ren plugged the stopper and lay in the bathtub again, letting the hot water spray on his body, but he felt very happy.
After the double baptism and strengthening of the feathered serpent red fruit and the blood of the red dragon, he has stabilized his fourth-level strength.
Due to the surge in strength some time ago, the power that was a bit difficult to control has become more controllable as the body has improved.
"Candice, that woman, needs more contact with her."
After eating the marrow and knowing the taste, Renn, who had gained a lot of benefits, began to miss the foreign woman.
The effect of the feathered serpent's red fruit will weaken if it is used repeatedly, but it is still a rare treasure and he can use it once.
Even if he doesn't need it, King Da Mao and Xig may still need it.
Of course, that foreign woman obviously came to Merova City with some purpose. The Wismarks are not a weak foreign race, so it may not be that simple to continue to make wool.
However, Renn is not afraid of trouble.
As long as the income is high enough, there is nothing he dares not do.
After a long time, Ren climbed out of the bathtub, wiped his body with a towel, and returned to the bedroom wrapped in a bathrobe.
Ren wanted to sleep, but after strengthening his body, he was full of energy and energy. He wished he could hold the Valkyrie under him and fight for three hundred rounds.
The woman's body fragrance still remained on the pillow, but the beauty had already left.
Ren, who was tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, sat on the edge of the bed, opened the bedside table and took out a stack of black and white photos.
On the top of the mountain, she leaned on his shoulder to enjoy the sunset; beside the waterfall and flowing spring, the two hugged each other and kissed passionately; in the city at the beginning of the night, they walked hand in hand among the crowds of people at night... Each photo recorded each other's love.
Smiley face.
He once traveled with her to many cities and towns in Faroland using the traditional love ceremony between men and women in the Nokman Empire.
From the south to the central region, from the plains to Merowacheng, on the train, on the road... carefree companionship.
Ren reached out and caressed the last photo.
She was wearing a white wedding dress, her amorous feelings eclipsed the bright moon in the sky, her flawless face was filled with an intoxicating smile, and she was held in his arms...
Miss her.
Renn carefully experienced the feeling at this moment, an emotion he had never felt before... and fell asleep without realizing it.
Three days later, that is, December 5th, during the Sun King Festival, you should be able to see the Valkyrie again in the name of the Feuerbach family of the Nokman Empire.
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Ten Leaf Clover Hotel.
"Captain, are you okay?"
In a certain room, Michelle frowned and stared at Gonzalez, whose breath was a little floating, and asked aloud.
Gonzalez wiped away a trace of blood that spilled from the corner of his mouth, looked up at the moon outside the window, and shook his head slightly:
"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury. However, the power of the demon-slaying art left by the conqueror is beyond my expectation. If the training hadn't been too difficult, Farolan's overall strength might be much stronger than it is today."
In every generation, there are only a few people in the entire Kingdom of Faloran who can practice the "Demon Slaying Art" to great perfection.
The threshold and difficulty are simply too high.
Carl, the Purgatory Butcher, is 138 years old and is one of the few people of his generation who has achieved success in cultivation. In this generation, only Princess Sophie has achieved success, and the rest are insignificant.
"There are various indications that the Demon-Slaying Art is William the Conqueror's exploration of the third cultivation system, which also received help from scholars of the Natural School, is that right?"
Michelle's upright face showed little expression, but there was a hint of curiosity in her voice.
Gonzalez smiled slightly, seeming to be recalling something:
"The Totem Road taps into the power of blood and focuses on the physical body. There are many professional paths and various evolutionary routes; while the Demon Killing Technique skips the meridians and flesh and blood and opens up the human body's orifices... Unfortunately, it succeeded but also failed."
Success means that this road is feasible, as William the Conqueror, the strongest man, is proof of, and failure means that it cannot be popularized.
Except for William Henry Clement, only a few people with great perseverance and bravery have succeeded in cultivation in the past eight hundred years, and the rest either failed or died of explosion.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Even so, Gonzalez was still very surprised when he recalled the fight with Karl, when the opponent's moves triggered a tidal wave of psychic energy in the void.
"There are rumors that this training method is not original to the Conqueror. It is incompatible with the path of totem and the path of professionals."
Michelle's eyes had an inexplicable color.
Gonzalez was silent for a while and then said:
"Eight hundred years ago, Pope Francis left a record. It originally came from a broken secret realm. It was obtained by the conquerors and improved with the help of scholars... The name of the Demon-Slaying Secret gives people a strange feeling."
As the leader of the Knights Templar, he knows more secrets than Michelle.
Originally, in this world, there had never been a name similar to "What Jue", and "Demon Killing Jue" seemed to be a weird name to cover up something.
The two discussed a few more words.
Seeing that the leader was fine, Michelle returned to her room next door.
The light of the stars and moon streamed in from the window sill, and Gonzalez sat on the sofa, staring deeply at the night sky.
"Come out."
His steady voice echoed in the room, the embroidered purple curtains suddenly moved automatically without wind, a strange scarlet whirlwind rotated by the window, and the chandelier began to shake.
The lights in the room flickered and then went out.
On the wall on one side of the window sill, shadow-like black silk threads outline a graceful figure.
"Josefina, have you found the Children of the Stars?" Gonzalez looked indifferent and put his hands on his knees.
"Haha, don't talk to me in this tone, I'm not your subordinate." A charming voice sounded, and a pair of beautiful blue eyes emerged in the dark night.
A leader of the Knights Templar and a witch from the underground world, the two were obviously hostile but did not fight.
Gonzalez looked at the shadows on the wall coldly:
"Just because His Majesty the Pope doesn't have time to talk to you, doesn't mean that the church can't spare some time to find trouble with the 'Twilight Witch Coven'. I don't believe that other witches can hide like you."
Josefina, one of the leaders of the Twilight Coven, an underground witch organization that has existed for nearly 1,500 years.
"Humph, what a stinky man without any grace! No wonder Helen disliked you in the first place and liked to bully women."
The witch's voice gradually turned cold, and she was very unhappy about being threatened.
She is not afraid of Gonzalez, so what if she can't beat him, what she comes out to do is just a special alchemical creature puppet.
It would be very distressing to have it destroyed, but it wouldn't hurt her body.
The name Helen made Gonzales feel a slight ripple in his heart, but he still asked calmly:
"Josephina, is the Child of the Stars the Child of Destiny?"
He didn't ask who the Child of the Stars was, she probably wouldn't tell.
"Destined child?"
"Haha, for that young man's pitiful luck, not to mention being favored by the power of the world, he can drink cold water without clogging his teeth and walk without being struck by lightning."
The witch's extremely mocking words were full of gloating.
It's not that she looked down on that young man, he had nothing to do with Destiny's Child.
Gonzalez frowned slightly, remembering the Pope's words.
'The theory of luck is illusory and cannot be fully believed, but it is not unfounded, especially since spiritual energy has been filling the world for thousands of years. Everything has animism, and the world is naturally... In a certain era, there are always some people...
'
"The Scarlet Moon, the Children of the Stars, and the Saints gather together, the catastrophe will not stop!"
Gonzalez read out the prophecy spread from the natural school, looking at the witch with sharp eyes like a blade:
"Are the predictions given by scholars wrong?"
"Haha, hahahaha..."
As if she had heard something funny, the witch Josephina burst into laughter. The strange thing was that the movement here did not make Michelle next door notice it.
"Do you dare to believe what the people from the Natural School say?" The witch's body twitched and she almost fell back and forth with laughter.
She wasn't sure before, but after meeting the young man...
"Gonzalez, I can tell you responsibly that those words are all bullshit! Scarlet Moon may be an arrangement of scholars. As for Children of the Stars, haha..."
Ignoring Gonzalez's somewhat ugly expression on the sofa, the witch covered her stomach with one hand and smiled wildly.
"The Son of the Stars is just a variable at most, used to confuse the public. No, it is used to dig holes. Someone must want to force the deduction. I don't know if he is dead, haha!"
The fate of that young man is difficult to determine.
She has a medium, and it takes a lot of effort to divine for him in person, and she even suffers a little backlash. If someone overestimates his ability and wants to use astrology or celestial magic to force the deduction... Haha, haha.
Digging a hole?
Gonzalez's expression suddenly became very strange.
