Chapter 817: Out of seclusion

"Okay, since I have practiced this magical skill, there is no need for this turtle and snake statue to exist. It's a pity that I don't know any of the runes above, hey!" After Wang Ziqiao said, he waved his palms, one hand with a black turtle and the other hand with a black snake, and two great energy hit the giant statue, trying to shatter them.

Bang bang!

Two loud noises.

But what surprised Prince Qiao was that the black treasure statue was intact.

"So hard?" Wang Ziqiao tried to raise his palm and planned to attack again, but found that his palms seemed to be sucked. Then, the runes above the Xuanwu actually rushed towards his arms frantically and penetrated into his body.

The runes on the Xuanwu sculpture seemed to be spiritual, madly crawling into Wang Ziqiao's body along Wang Ziqiao's arms, and sank into the Xuanwu secondary vein opened by Wang Ziqiao, as if countless black turtles and snakes were swimming slowly in the river of the secondary vein.

After a few breaths, the suction force on the Xuanwu sculpture suddenly disappeared, and then began to fall off the mountain wall and turned into gravel.

Before Wang Ziqiao could digest the changes just now, he retreated in surprise until the gravel fell completely and the Xuanwu sculpture disappeared. Wang Ziqiao recovered his calmness.

"Can't these runes be obtained by penetrating the two veins of the turtle and snake in the body and practicing the Xuanwu Divine Art? These turtle and snake runes are like living creatures. I really don't know which powerful man left behind them. The runes I learned are recent ancient things, medieval and ancient, and ancient runes have not been studied much, but each rune seems to contain extremely powerful energy. The Xuanwu sculpture has been absorbing the energy of the sea, and should have been swallowed by these talismans!"

Wang Ziqiao investigated the situation in his Xuanwu sub-vein, sighed in his heart, and roughly counted the number of runes, a total of three thousand black turtles and three thousand black snakes.

"I wonder if I can use these runes to fight the enemy?" Wang Ziqiao's mental power locked in one of the runes and tried to transfer it away.

But the next moment he felt that the word "大全" was as heavy as Mount Tai, and his mental power could not be moved at all, let alone tune out of the meridians and leave his body to kill the opponent.

"So powerful. As a great magician, my mental power cannot even activate a word of talisman?" Wang Ziqiao said in surprise.

He felt a little incredible. Only people at the level of a great magician are qualified to practice this set of martial arts. Now, he has barely gotten into it, but why can't he activate it?

"Does it need to be used to cooperate with the exercises?" Wang Ziqiao said inwardly, but gave up this idea. After all, he is still on Earth and has not encountered any major enemy of life and death. The more powerful the turtle and snake talisman, the more beneficial it will be in the future.

Even without the experiment, he was very sure that as long as he could activate one of the black turtle or the black snake runes, he could compete with a great magician like him. If so many runes were activated together, it would be hard to imagine how huge the attack power would be.

There is no need to stay in the cave anymore. Leaving the cave and returning to the world is already late spring and early summer. In the blink of an eye, the cultivation level of the original body has not improved much. It is just two additional secondary veins. To be more accurate, it can only be considered a complete Xuanwu secondary vein.

"Ah..." Wang Ziqiao stood on the top of the mountain, facing the roaring sea, and roared. His heart, which had been quiet for many years, suddenly became clear.

"It's time to go back!" Prince Qiao turned around and came to the top of Guiyuan Sect in an instant.

He was somewhat surprised when he came here. It turned out that the number of people in Guiyuan Sect below was far beyond his expectations. There were many buildings and a population of up to 100,000.

From this we can also see that the Japanese ninjas are truly unified, but the name of Guiyuan Sect has been changed and has become Guiyuan Sword Sect. The word "Sword" is added, which can be regarded as a way to deal with the Sword Sect.

The merger of the two top sects is impossible to imagine, but the current sects are divided into three categories: outer sect, inner sect and direct disciple.

The outer sect is a junior at level one to three, and the inner sect must reach the level four master level. The direct disciple must have level six cultivation to become a tutor at level seven, the eighth is an elder, the ninth is a worshipper, and the head sect has a level eight cultivation.

It has to be said that these Japanese people are far beyond the Chinese in management.

But in the central square of the Guiyuan Sword Sect's sect hall, which only the direct disciples can enter and exit, there is a huge sculpture standing. This person is Wang Ziqiao.

"Haha, it seems pretty good, but it's a pity, why can't I sense much power of faith?" Wang Ziqiao said inwardly. He found that although there was some vague energy around this huge sculpture, which was as high as 100 meters, was very dispersed and weak, and could not be condensed at all.

"Let's not worry about it for now, go back and ask Sister Huo Xiang. She has a little dragon and will definitely know how to collect and gather the power of faith!" After Prince Qiao said intimately, his mental power was induced by Junko Songhara, and Junko Songhara was also in the Guiyuan Sword Sect.

"Master!" A cheer came from the palace below, and then, an ancient beauty wearing white clothes, flew into the void like a painting.

Prince Qiao looked at it and nodded slightly: "Yes, I have reached the late stage of level 9. It seems that you have not been idle for more than five years!"

The person who came was Junko Matsuhara, with a look of surprise and could not suppress the excitement in her heart. She suddenly threw herself into Prince Qiao's arms and hugged Prince Qiao's waist tightly.

The soft jade is warm and fragrant. Prince Qiao embraced the delicate figure and embroidered the fragrance of the woman, and smiled and said, "Have you practiced with China in the past few years? Did any accidents happen?"

Junko Matsuhara shook her head: "No, I tell them that you are practicing. The world has been peaceful in the past few years, and nothing has happened!"

"Let's go, go back with me!" Prince Qiao hugged Junko Songhara and planned to leave.

Junko Matsuhara said, "Master, the Guiyuan Sword Sect believes in you now, but apart from this sculpture, most of you have never seen you. Do you see if you show your presence and let everyone know your existence?"

Prince Qiao thought for a while and nodded slightly: "As you wish!"

After saying a word, Wang Ziqiao had already brought Junko Matsuhara to the huge sculpture, and his body released a colorful glow. He stepped on the clouds, like an immortal.

When some people from Guiyuan Sword Sect saw this, they were all shocked. The **-level strong men who had signed the slave contract had already flew over, crawled on the ground, shouting in unison: "See the master, congratulations to the master for his great achievements!"

"Hahaha... get up!" Prince Qiao let out a long roar, and everyone could hear it clearly within a radius of dozens of miles.

Some disciples who had never seen Wang Ziqiao's disciples had not yet reacted, but could feel the oppression of the sound, especially those who were closer to the sculpture, who were shrouded in Wang Ziqiao's mental power, were even more frightened.
Chapter completed!