I died in the game and became a god

Chapter 84 Summoning the White Emperor

Which martial art should I choose?

Shen Senguang looked at Monk Yuanhui, giving full play to the advantage of the full level of favorability. "Is the crouching bell a firebreaker?"

Monk Yuan Hui was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Your Highness, you are joking. There is no magical skill in this world that can defend against firearms. Martial arts masters usually use light work to dodge firearms when they encounter them. It's hard to escape when you're surrounded by people."

Shen Senguang nodded, and the golden bell cover was useless.

If it is in the world of ancient martial arts, the golden bell jar of subduing demons may be a magical skill for protecting the body, but in other game worlds, its role is limited.

The second cassock Qiankun Kungfu, this martial art is not considered, what must have profound Buddhist principles to perform, the monk Yuan Hui may still expect that he will choose this martial art, but he really thinks too much.

Shen Senguang had no choice but to choose the third martial art "Cloud Dispelling Palm".

Monk Yuanhui handed the secret book of "Cloud Pailing Palm" to Shen Senguang in astonishment, his eyes seemed to be still saying, this shouldn't be.

Your Highness, why didn't you choose the above two Buddhist martial arts, this cloud-dispelling palm was just pulled out by me to make up for it.

But now that Shen Senguang had already chosen, Yuan Hui had no choice but to say kindly: "Your Highness, the move of Paiyun Palm is erratic and difficult to figure out, but it is extremely powerful and consumes a lot of internal energy."

"Let me tell you the main points. You should be able to transform all the internal force of Bodhidharma's internal energy into the Xuyun energy of Paiyun Palm within a month and a half."

Monk Yuanhui sat down cross-legged, and began to patiently explain the various points of Paiyunzhang to Shen Senguang.

A month and a half?
Oh, right.

Only then did Shen Senguang remember one thing, that is, Monk Yuanhui hadn't discovered that his martial arts aptitude had risen by at least two grades after taking the genetic perfection potion.

Half a day later, it was already evening.

Monk Yuanhui put his finger on Shen Senguang's wrist, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Ah, here, Your Highness, you should be able to transform all your internal energy into Xuyun energy in two days."

"Since when did your martial arts qualifications become so good?"

Shen Senguang wanted to speak at that time. Master, you have spoken a lot harshly recently. Could it be that you finally feel that faithful words are harsh to your ears and that good medicine is bitter?
Unexpectedly, Monk Yuan Hui immediately changed his words, and flattered him immediately: "Your Highness is blessed by the emperor, and the dragon energy protects the body. It's because of my shallow knowledge."

"Your Highness, Bodhidharma's internal strength is easy to transform into other martial arts, so it is the basic internal strength before Shaolin learns 72 unique skills. Coupled with your outstanding talent, the efficiency of transformation is even faster. In two days, it should be as fast as possible. It can all be transformed into Xuyun Jin."

"Now raise your internal strength and gather it to the triple burner meridian on your right hand for a try."

Shen Senguang raised his inner strength, and suddenly he saw that his right hand was covered with a white mist that looked like clouds but not clouds. Although it was very faint, it was there.

He followed the first form of Pai Yun Zhang [Xing Yun Liu Shui], struck out, and hit the paper window several meters in front of him through the air, and then the paper flower on the window broke a hole.

Monk Yuanhui clasped his hands together. "Amitabha."

"Your Highness, your martial arts has already entered the classroom at this moment, and you have officially entered the ranks of second-rate masters. From now on, even if you enter the martial arts forest alone, you will still be a master of one party and can rule Jiangxi."

Shen Senguang glanced at him, the master is worthy of being a master, he still speaks so nicely, as if he had eaten too much honey.

He also discovered the difference between the internal force of Bodhidharma's inner strength and Xuyunjin. If the internal force of Bodhidharma's inner strength is neutral and peaceful, then Xuyunjin is a type that is erratic and powerful once it appears.

Paiyunzhang is a martial art that can be practiced to open up all the muscles of the body. Before I was born, I didn't need to think about changing martial arts.

It's just that I want to find another treasure of heaven and earth to speed up my practice of cloud paving palm.

In the evening, Shen Senguang got into the carriage and returned to Miss Fuxiang's residence.

At this time, Miss Fuxiang had already changed into a dress for a long journey in the house, and she put away all the obscene clothes in the other room.

When Miss Fuxiang saw Shen Senguang approaching, she immediately handed him three small porcelain bottles. "Little husband, this is the blood of the three great scholars you want."

"When we got these three drops of blood, we alarmed Jin Yiwei. Tonight is the last time we can leave."

"I have to go. Little husband, let's go and say goodbye. I don't know when we will see you again."

Fuxiang held Shen Senguang's chest and leaned on his shoulders, "If you want to contact my concubine, you can contact me through Tuotuo Hua'er, she lives in a place outside Nanjing City, this is her address. "

Shen Senguang took the note, and the tuotuohuaer was equivalent to the last contact point left by Tianmo Cult in Nanjing.

Shen Senguang put away the porcelain vase, and thanked Miss Fuxiang, "Thank you."

When Miss Fuxiang left, the huge courtyard was actually empty, and the apricot blossom tree in the courtyard was lonely at night, looking very boring.

But the moon outside...is a full moon.

"When the moon is full, offer three portions of the philosopher's blood..." Shen Senguang put three portions of blood under the moonlight, not knowing why the three portions of blood reflected the color of the moon.

"Then comes the prayer for offering sacrifices..."

Shen Senguang thought about the contents of the ritual book and said: "Knowledge enlightens one person, and that person enlightens others."

"Here is my respect to knowledge, Emperor Bai, I want to ask you a question to answer my confusion and gain the power to protect me."

These prayers should be spoken as clearly as possible, otherwise once a syllable is mixed, abnormal consequences may occur.

In that book, it is specifically warned about that.

The moonlight is even more dazzling, and the surrounding scene seems to have become a photo taken by an exposure camera. Every color block is extremely dazzling. Objects and objects shine with gorgeous and magnificent moonlight, like a magnificent palace composed of cold moonlight. There is a gorgeous thinking The emperor descends here.

A warning appeared in Shen Senguang's ear.

[Hint, the White Emperor's absolutely rational avatar consciousness has arrived. 】

Absolutely rational?
Separate consciousness?

Shen Senguang understood that Emperor Bai felt that he didn't need to take care of such a small role as himself, and he also didn't think that he needed to take seriously the blood of the three mediocre philosophers he sacrificed to him.

So, I didn't pay attention here at all.

An artificial intelligence customer service was sent over.

But it doesn't matter, the other party seems to be a 100-level boss, and I may only be at level [-]. The level difference between the two sides is too big. If the gap is too big, you can treat me as a small character, and I will treat you as a background board. .

The rest will be discussed later.

According to the records in that book, he was able to summon the consciousness of the White Emperor to come down, but he was not punished under the moonlight, which meant that his qualifications for sacrifice had been recognized.

Zhu Yunqi's identity really meets the requirement of being a special historical figure.

(End of this chapter)