Chapter 463 The only Survivor

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Before he fainted, his heart was filled with sadness.

The good reputation of his majestic son Wright was completely ruined by that half-understanding little angel. Although I was dragged in at that time, I really didn't feel any better.

But being exaggerated by the little angel, everything turned into something.

Heartbroken!

But before he fainted, he heard Saint Lulu speaking kindly to him. She said in a fragile voice: "Sister Mingyue, His Royal Highness the Holy Son is the face of our Holy See. Please, everyone, please stop this matter and don't spread it anymore."

Poor Wright, a mouthful of old blood clogged his heart. He really wanted to cry out sadly, he is innocent and has not been raped successfully... Holy lady, holy lady, thank you so much for helping me cover up. The coffin is finalized.

He wanted to shout but couldn't, so he fainted.

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After a while.

Saint Lulu, Gao Mingyue, ascetic Nini, and the little angel Beibei were nestled in a cell. They each told how they were caught, trying to absorb the experience and learn lessons.

Everyone is arrogant and arrogant, and no one wants to be expelled from this hellish special training.

"Wow~ Brother Wang Yan is so bad, Beibei is so scared." The little angel Beibei heard about the evil deeds "again", and her feeling of being a villain towards Wang Yan increased again.

The one who seemed to be blushing even more was the ascetic Nini. Her eyes widened and she listened to this scene in disbelief. Her heart was even more broken than that of the Holy Son Wright, because she had two sworn brothers.

The eldest brother, Lei Hong, is already weird enough. He is usually as handsome as the Son of the Sun, but after a few sips of wine, he turns into a funny young man. The second brother Wang Yan usually looks quite normal, sunny and handsome, and is a super male god in the eyes of thousands of girls. But once it comes to fighting, he will become a slut with no bottom line and endless tricks and tricks.

For a moment, Nini began to feel that coming down from the monastery in the Alps was the second biggest mistake in her life. As for the biggest mistake, of course, he was coaxed into becoming a sworn girl by Lei Hong in a few words...

Listening to Lulu and Mingyue's accusations, her face became hot and ashamed, and she burst into tears. What evil had Nini done in her previous life to end up with such a sworn elder brother and a sworn second brother?

"I heard from Mr. Yanzun that during the first trial, he didn't even want us to have a chance to pass." Saint Lulu began to break the news, "His old man meant to attack us. The arrogance in our body sharpens our spirit. It makes us deeply understand that it does not require outstanding talent, but young and promising people can be unruly. He does not want the halo around us to give us vanity and false security. Sense. The real enemy doesn’t care who you are or where you come from.”

"Actually, if you think about it carefully, Lord Yan Zun's words are quite reasonable." Gao Mingyue's eyes became much deeper and calmer, "At the same time, I would also like to thank Comrade Lao Wang for teaching me a very vivid lesson. Haha, look back. I will definitely use my Moon-Inviting Sword to repay you well."

"Don't worry, he can't run away. Yan Zun will definitely get him back." Saintess Lulu of Light looked around, frowned slightly and said, "It seems that Lei Hong hasn't been captured yet? He is quite capable. big."

"boom!"

As soon as Saint Lulu finished speaking, she heard a heavy object being thrown in.

The two awe-inspiring Judgment Knights said angrily: "If you dare to mess around again, don't blame us for locking you in the secret room."

The "heavy object" rolled twice on the ground, then stood up with a pat on the butt. Holding a bottle of Erguotou in two ounces in his hand, he took a sip with a flushed face, then raised his middle finger and said arrogantly: "Come on. Ah, your Master Hong is still afraid of you, aren't you? Go back and tell that old man Yan Zun, wait, when your Master Hong becomes a master in cultivation, you will definitely kick his ass."

This embarrassed drunkard is, of course, Lei Hong, Brother Hong. He looked in a miserable state, and his wings and feathers were all burnt. Obviously, he suffered a big loss at the hands of Yan Zun this time, so it’s no wonder he was so arrogant after drinking.

"It's just you!?" The Judgment Knight snorted disdainfully, "Practice for a hundred or two hundred years before you say such big words."

"Stop talking nonsense to him and put him in a dark room to sober up." Another Judgment Knight said sternly, "You can let him see the torture instruments that have not been touched for a long time."

"Stop." Saint Lulu hurriedly opened the fence and ran over. She helped up the drunk Lei Hong and said to the two Judgment Knights, "I'll take care of him. You go down first."

"Your Highness the Saint." The two Judgment Knights saluted, and then said in a serious voice, "I hope you will restrain your companions. Lord Yan and His Majesty the Pope both gave orders. You are not allowed to leave the dungeon within a week, otherwise , we can kill without mercy."

After saying that, the two Judgment Knights retreated.

After the paladin left, everyone looked at each other in shock. It's good this time, even Lei Hong was captured, and now only Wang Yan is left outside. For a moment, Saint Lulu and Gao Mingyue were also entangled in their hearts.

That is to say, they hope that Wang Yan will be captured and let them vent their anger. I don’t want him to be caught. At least, among the younger generation of figures, he can still persist outside...

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"The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk."

Wang Yan enjoyed the sunset, chanted poems, and looked into the distance.

He rode a camel and traveled leisurely and carelessly through the boundless desert. The camel took small steps at an unhurried pace. At the end of the day, we had only walked fifty or sixty kilometers.

Although the journey is only a drop in the bucket, this experience has refreshed and broadened Wang Yan's mind.

The Sahara Desert is one of the regions with the highest temperature in the world, and Wang Yan, who has practiced the Pure Yang Divine Art and received the inheritance of the Fudo Myoyo Sutra, feels like a fish in water when he is in it.

Speaking of "Fudo Ming Wang Sutra", it rejected Gao Mingyue at that time and directly penetrated into Wang Yan's sea of ​​consciousness. Obviously, according to inheritance's self-judgment, Wang Yan's compatibility is far better than Gao Mingyue.

Indeed, Fudo Myooh values ​​masculinity. And Wang Yan's pure and yang aura is not only suitable for practicing the Fudo Myoyo Sutra, but it is also extremely helpful.

However, because Wang Yan majored in "Pure Yang Divine Art", the Fudo Myoyo Sutra could only play a supporting role in his case. The biggest change is that Wang Yan's Pure Yang True Fire has a golden aura.

This made Wang Yan's Pure Yang True Fire become even harder and more domineering.

I believe that by practicing the Fudo Myoyo Sutra consistently, the Pure Yang True Fire will continue to transform and become more and more powerful.

In addition, there is also a set of "Fudo Myoyo Bodhisattva's Glazed Golden Body Technique" in the Sutra of Fudo Myoyo, as well as a set of "Nine-Character Mantra of Fudo Myoyo" for the inheritors to practice. The former is the divine art of body tempering. After you have mastered it to a great level, once you exercise it, your whole body will become like poured glass gold, impervious to all poisons, impervious to water and fire, and immovable as a mountain.

In short, the ability to resist being hit is so strong that it is a mess.

As for the Nine-Character Mantra, it theoretically belongs to the inheritance of Chinese Taoist Baopuzhong. However, in the long process of development of Buddhism and Taoism, many things have been integrated and connected with each other, and there are many things that we can learn from each other, but I don't care too much about them.

Once the Nine-Character Mantra is used in a fight, it will have various impressive effects in repelling the enemy or increasing holdings. It's just that, like the "Fudozen Bodhisattva Glazed Golden Body Technique", it needs to be continuously tempered before it can truly become one's own combat skill.

During the whole day of riding the camel, Wang Yan was sorting out the inherited information of the "Fudo Ming King Sutra" in the sea of ​​consciousness, and now he has almost sorted it out. As for cultivation, there is no rush for the time being.

The top priority now is to follow his ingenious idea and successfully return to Huahai City to complete the mission.

When Wang Yan thought about the route he had planned to go home, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Even if Uncle Pao tried his best, he still wouldn't be able to think of his planned route.

At this moment.

A humming engine sounded in the distance.

Wang Yan rode a camel and looked far away on the sand dunes. With his excellent eyesight, he spotted a team of several mechanical dune buggies several kilometers away. They were galloping in the barren desert, and a high cloud of dust was raised behind the convoy.

Today's technology is really getting more and more advanced.

Some specially designed and modified desert vehicles are much easier to use than camels when riding in the desert.

Wang Yan ignored the mechanical team and continued to drive the camels down the sand dunes. It's like this in the desert, one dune after another, seemingly endless.

Wang Yan ignored them, but the other party seemed to be very interested in Wang Yan.

Within a few moments, the convoy of seven or eight metal monster-like dune vehicles sped towards Wang Yan amidst the sound of roaring engines. In the lead car, a white woman wearing sunglasses and camouflage uniforms yelled at Wang Yan.

Of course Wang Yan didn't understand a word of those words. After giving her a lazy glance, he continued to ride his camel and stroll at his own pace. Although these guys are menacing and there are many heavily armed soldiers in the car, they should have nothing to do with Uncle Pao, they are just a group of ordinary people.

When the white woman saw Wang Yan ignoring her, she was slightly startled and was about to shout a few more words.

A fat old man with a white beard next to her stopped her and said in English: "Stop shouting. If you communicate with him in Berber, he may not understand. Because judging from his dress, he They should be Tuareg, a branch of the Berbers, a rare race with only a million people.”

Wang Yan thought to himself, it turns out I am a Tuareg dressed like this, eh, I don’t understand at all.

Then, the old man started to show off again: "The Tuareg are a very strange race. They are the only race among the entire Arab race where women do not wear veils, but men wear veils. The status of women, Far taller than men.”

"puff!"

Wang Yan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood. He casually dressed up as a nomad, but it turned out that they were still a race where women were superior to men. No wonder, those men all wore blue veils when going out. Wang Yan thought they were for sun protection and dust protection.

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