I can go back to the mysterious age - Chapter 670

c661 Three punches in one, let’s begin! (4100)

February 28, 157th year of the Federation calendar.

Nine days have passed since Saint Lion Simo retrieved the “Sword of Despair and Fear” and the arcane runes on the sword in the United States of Yana.

About eight days have passed since Kaxiu helped Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist to remove the totem energy and annihilation runes in his body and began to treat him with all his strength.

Hongli Federation, Donghai City, Golem Gate Headquarters.

Shenlei Lake, the island in the middle of the lake. The breeze blows, and the grass grows again.

The island is lush and green, with green trees swaying slowly by the water and water plants swaying gently at the bottom of the lake. There are also red and white wild flowers, occasionally popping up in the grass, and exuding a faint fragrance with the wind.

Next to it, there are a few yellow bees flying up and down from time to time.

Compared with a week ago, the situation on the island in the middle of the lake is completely different.

Before, the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist was too overbearing in removing the energy of disaster. The energy levels of the totem power and the disaster rune were all at the level of perfect combat power, enough to destroy this small lake island thousands of times. It was only because of the protection of the spirit power left by Kaxiu that the surface of the lake island was plowed once. When the light film dissipated, the entire lake island was barren.

But now, Kaxiu simply experimented with the death rune, extracted the vitality of his land, and made the entire lake island bloom with vitality again.

The same is true for the Shenlei Lake where the lake island is located.

The water plants are lush, and the fish swim, rippling on the lake surface.

Eight days later, the next healing process of the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist was very quiet. The root of the disease in the body has been removed, the alien energy has been discharged, and the remaining is to nourish the origin, so that the once perfect combat power can be restored!

And as the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist himself said, if the life vibration energy is sufficient next, he will only need more than a week to basically recover. Today, February 28, Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist came out of retreat as scheduled.

On the island in the middle of the lake, the light golden sunlight was shining, and an old man was practicing.

His body movements were extremely slow, his feet were slowly raised, and then slowly fell.

His hands were stretched out to both sides and then retracted, and his fingertips drew a long arc in the air. It looked like the force of a breeze, with the softness and laziness unique to the elderly. However, if you get a little closer, you will find that the old palms seem to carry a strange magic.

If you stare at the palms for several seconds, you may even have hallucinations. The old man’s palms have clearly moved in space, but the palms in the previous position have not dissipated like afterimages. In this way, in the long arc in the air, countless dense palms pulled a circle of wheels, as if they were petals blooming with the old man as the center.

The petals gradually changed from the flesh color of the palms to red, and then gradually became bright scarlet. The next second, the scarlet turned pale.

The petals withered, the flesh and blood faded, revealing the hideous bones underneath.

Corpses were spliced ​​together, struggling and twisting, howling in pain. Behind the old man, a spiral 18-layer wheel was formed, like hell.

Snap, the old man put his palms together and placed them across his chest.

He lowered his head slightly, with a kind face, like a Buddha.

The hell of bones, the compassionate Buddha, the two extremely different and contradictory temperaments merged together, giving people a sense of horror that they couldn’t help but want to escape.

“Ninety-nine percent…”

“Almost…almost recovered to the peak state…”

On the lake island, the old man opened his eyes, and the terrifying aura rolled into his body.

“It’s okay, just two days of work, don’t be too anxious.”

Behind the old man, a figure in a black windbreaker came over.

“Our speed can definitely catch up with the disaster tide for a while. Every step and every decision that follows needs to be fully prepared. A little carelessness may bring serious consequences…” Kaxiu walked step by step to the side of the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist and said.

“I can feel that my loyal subordinates have arrived at Donghai City in the Red Li Federation. The last Ao Yin Rune has also been completely obtained…”

“All five cornerstone runes are gathered.”

“Next… there is only three punches left to merge into one.”

Kaxiu slowly turned his head and looked at the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist: “And in the process of trying to merge the three punches into one, Blood Eagle, you are crucial! You must recover to your best state and always be in the perfect state of the devil. Ninety-nine percent is not enough, you must be 100%, and completely recover to the peak of combat power. Because of the turmoil and blockade that may occur next, even if you are in a perfect state to protect me, you may not be able to completely avoid it…”

Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist was also mentally prepared for this and nodded slowly.

“Don’t worry, as long as you can recover to the peak, I guarantee that no enemy can interrupt you and hurt you. I will do what I say…”

His tone was flat and without ups and downs, but it revealed a firm will that could not be ignored. Even if Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist re-burned the source that was finally recovered, it would defend Kaxiu against strong enemies. Because it was not just for Kaxiu alone, but for the future of the entire real world.

Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist saw the dawn of solving the disaster in Kaxiu.

That was what he, and even the Nandou lineage, had been pursuing all his life!

“I believe you.”

Kaxiu slowly turned around and flew towards the Golem Gate without saying a word.

In the air, a dark meteor with a residual shadow streaked across the clouds.

It took Kaxiu a lot of effort to help Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist heal. The massive amount of life vibration energy accumulated before, plus the bloody massacre when leaving the disaster world, the two together were barely enough. After all, he was a once perfect combat force, and his condition was so bad.

Being able to recover from a state of exhaustion and return to the peak.

It can be said that it will inevitably take a lot of effort.

But all the costs are worth it.

Kaxiu needs someone to protect him at the most critical moment.

Swoosh, a figure fell from the sky and entered the Golem Gate headquarters.

And just at this moment, outside the Golem Gate headquarters, on a straight and wide road, a black convoy turned into a long dragon and drove quickly.

That was the team heading all the way from the port of Donghai City to the Golem Gate.

Click, a black hard leather boot stepped on the hard ground. A tall and majestic figure with a head full of bright golden hair, like a lion king bathing in the bright sunshine. Behind him, a brand new cloak rolled with the airflow.

Saint Lion Simo, he traveled across the ocean and returned from the United States of Yana.

To present a gift to the Golem Gate Master whom he loves and worships!

“Lord Simu, do you want to take a rest after coming back from a long journey?”

A disciple of the Golem Gate who was waiting to greet him asked softly.

“No, I will go directly to see the Lord of the Gate.”

“Lord, you are waiting for me!”

Standing on the flat ground in front of the Golem Gate headquarters, Simu looked up and saw a magnificent aura rising straight into the sky from the center of the headquarters.

Only extreme fighters like them can sense it.

“I’m going, you have a good rest and relax yourself.”

Saint Lion Simu said to his subordinates who got off the car next to him.

Then he took a step and strode into the headquarters.

In his hand, he was holding a long black hardwood box firmly.

A minute later, the Golem Gate headquarters, a magnificent hall similar to a religious building. The smooth marble floor reflected light slightly, and the windows covered with silver metal frames were parallel and side by side, making the room well lit. The dome of the hall, the white walls, the wooden doors, tables and chairs were all embroidered with gold foil patterns.

With a click, the three-meter-high door opened and slowly opened outward.

The figure of Saint Lion Simio, bathed in the sun, walked in.

As soon as he stepped into the hall, he saw a burly figure with his back to the door by the French window in the distance, covered by a wide black windbreaker.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but there seemed to be two mysterious runes on the back of the figure’s hands, which were resonating and glowing with each breath.

“Tattatt…”

Saint Lion Simio walked over step by step, with a solemn expression.

He came to two meters away from the black-clothed figure, stopped, and knelt on one knee without hesitation. He hit the ground with his right fist and held up the box with his left hand.

“Master, I have fulfilled my mission.”

“Simo brought the rune back…”

“It is inlaid on a treasure from ancient times.”

The black-clothed figure slowly turned around, revealing Kaxiu’s face.

A hand reached out and grabbed the wooden box. This iron-wood box, which was comparable to an alloy, was instantly annihilated, leaving no sawdust. A heavy, pure black cross sword appeared, and under the light from the window, the sword body was beautiful and exquisite. The hilt of the sword rotated like a silver-white flower stamen.

The “Sword of Despair and Fear” was quietly suspended in the air.

At the center of the sword, the eye symbol with double pupils blinked as if it had life, and a continuous breath of fear erupted like a black wave.

The roar of thousands of evil spirits was about to sweep the hall.

In the air, five fingers suddenly closed inward and made a virtual grabbing gesture.

A terrifying breath descended instantly, as if an alloy mountain suppressed the “Sword of Despair and Fear” tightly, and the sword body creaked.

It was like experiencing unbearable terrible pressure in an instant.

“Be good.”

“Don’t be disobedient, I don’t want to destroy and waste an ancient secret treasure.”

Kaxiu’s deep pupils, like a dark magic pool, quietly stared at the “Sword of Despair and Fear” that seemed to have intelligence. Soon, this secret treasure became honest and floated in the air obediently without moving.

Ding, the finger touched the sword heart, the strange rune with double pupils.

Suddenly, a black wave of fear was absorbed by Kaxiu’s body.

In the blink of an eye, a fear rune was formed on the right shoulder.

The Black Rain Villa evil ghost symbol, which had been relegated to the right shoulder again and again, was knocked out and floated in the air.

“If this thing is in my body, it will probably be crushed by the resonance power of the five Ao Yin runes. It’s better to peel it out and choose someone else to control it. Simone is good. He has always been loyal to me and is the king who has been with me the longest. Let him keep it temporarily when the time comes…”

Kaxiu grabbed the evil ghost symbol and thought in his heart.

Then, he turned his head and looked at the “Sword of Despair and Fear” floating next to him. Although the core fear rune was lost, the sword no longer had the power it once had. However, as an ancient treasure, it has been soaked in the breath of fear and despair for many years, and it still has terrible power. It is much stronger than the previous spiral eye sword.

If a fighter has such a sword to assist, his combat power will be improved. Even though the fighter practiced boxing and never practiced swordsmanship.

“Simu, take this sword.

“I will only take the rune.”

Kaxiu pushed his palm forward, and the sword of despair and fear returned to Simu’s hand. Simu looked up and said, “Thank you for the reward, sir!”

“This sword was originally in your hands, and it is not a reward.”

“This is a reward.”

Suddenly, a finger pointed at the shoulder of the Saint Lion Simu. The rich breath of the original golem and the terrifying life magnetic field descended at the same time.

Two minutes later, the finger was retracted, and Simo opened his eyes.

“Thank you for the reward, sir!”

He slowly stood up from the ground. What Kaxiu rewarded was not the life vibration energy, but a breath of the golem itself. Don’t underestimate this breath, it is simply a divine initiation for the practitioners of the Devil Heart Secret Code. Saint Lion Simo has a strong physique, and his main practice is actually the Devil Heart Secret Code, and other boxing secrets are just embellishments. So the reward given by Kaxiu is exactly what Saint Lion Simo practices.

“Sir, when I was seizing the rune in the Yana United States, I met someone from the Gate Organization. It should be a deputy leader of the Gate Organization who came back to life through the resurrection ceremony of the dead. He still has powerful means on him, which is very extraordinary. I used the instant burst of the demon spirit you gave me, but I couldn’t keep it. The Gate Organization should have known our actions…”

Saint Lion Simo reported the important situation bit by bit.

“Don’t worry about them. These bugs who betrayed humanity will be crushed by us sooner or later. It’s just a matter of time…” Kaxiu turned around slowly.

Next, in the core hall of the Golem Gate headquarters. The four returning king fists gathered together, and Kaxiu sat at the head of the conference table and gave orders.

The four king fists of the Golem Gate. Simone, the fist demon, swept through various secret martial arts circles during this period, suppressing and eliminating various thorny schools. Evil Dragon Damon led the team to capture the disaster forces and brutally slaughtered them. Saint Lion Simo, retrieved the Ao Yinwen for Kaxiu, and fought against the gate master and deputy leader. Flamingo Amunds, guarded the headquarters and protected the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist.

They each have their own tasks and are powerful in their own ways. Now, the four of them are all extreme fighters, enough to guard one side for the Golem Gate.

As the disaster tide approaches, the gate organization will never be as quiet and honest as before, and its thousands of years of accumulated foundation will also erupt at this moment.

Some time in the future.

These four king fists will fight against the power of the sect.

And Kaxiu himself will disappear with the Blood Eagle Tyrant Fist. In a remote area of ​​the real world, choose the best place to start the breakthrough.

It won’t work in the disaster world, Xiadu has almost recovered.

Only in the real world will its power be weakened to the minimum.

March 2, 157th year of the Red Li Federation calendar.

Xinglanyanzhou, a deserted island as big as a province.

Two figures who came here at some point sat cross-legged under the starry night sky, as if they were integrated with the surrounding environment.

Insects and birds chirped, the evening breeze caressed, everything was lonely and free.

Kaxiu looked up and swept across the world, taking in all the scenery.

Then, he slowly closed his eyes and put his hands together in front of his chest.

“Let’s start…”

“Nan Dou Secret, three fists in one!”