Chapter 462: Five Hundred and Millennium

"You have some insight. You should not be an ordinary Jurchen. You seem to be the leader of the Jurchen. It's better if you didn't run away. Tell me who came up with the idea of ​​selling children in the Central Plains, and where are these children now?" Yang Pan asked seriously.

"This..." The old Jurchen patriarch hesitated. He couldn't say it. This plan was related to the Jurchen future. Once he said it, all his previous efforts would definitely be wasted. He was not afraid of death, but was afraid that death would be worthless.

But what if you don't say anything?

Yang Pan proved with his actions that it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t say it. At worst, he can continue to kill and kill all the Jurchens. No matter what your rise plan is or not, no one, how can you rise?

This is the real way to get rid of the firewood.

Yang Pan is a prestigious plot. No matter how the people behind your Jurchen tribe plan or how they plan. Anyway, after I kill all of you Jurchens, let’s see what his plan and calculation are useful.

As for the Jurchens' population now, hundreds of thousands of people look quite large, but in front of Yang Pan, it's just that. Isn't it just taking some time and effort to kill them all?

Faced with a god-level figure like Yang Pan, he could only stand upright and fight him with him. After winning, everything was easy to say. If he didn't win, he would only destroy the clan.

"Don't say it?" Yang Pan waved his sword, and a Jurchen noble next to him was cut in half, and he died terrible.

"Can you say it now?" Yang Pan asked calmly.

"Damn it, fight with him!" Someone jumped out and attacked Yang Pan without fear of life and death.

Yang Pan raised his sword expressionlessly and waved his sword. Under a simple sword, the opponent and his weapons were split into two pieces.

"There are really people who are not afraid of death, I like it." Yang Pan's voice was clean and clear, without fluctuations.

An invisible pressure pressed the Jurchen nobles present.

"Kill!" Finally, people who were forced to take action under pressure appeared. These people were guards around the Jurchen nobles, and they were all elites and strong men who had been fighting for the rest of their lives.

There were not many of these people, only more than twenty, but the raid at such a close distance made them instantly kill Yang Pan.

The person who rushed in the front had already slashed at Yang Pan's head.

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"Blood-fixing needle!" Yang Pan gently stabbed out the sword. This sword technique was developed by Yang Pan based on the fine sword technique. The middle one's bloodline was frozen and his body was exhausted.

From this sword, we can see that Yang Pan's research on human bloodlines is extremely high-end, and it also reflects the subtle ability of Yang Pan to control swordsmanship.

The sword energy is as thin as a small needle of cow hair, which penetrates directly into the human body, regulating the bloodline and corrupting the five internal organs. The blood stops flowing, and the five internal organs will lose blood, and the organs will naturally fail.

Moreover, Yang Pan's move is still accelerating the speed of organ failure and ending a person's life from the inside out.

The art of murder revealed in this is so beautiful.

With one sword, more than twenty people were all attacked, immobilized, and died quickly.

There is no scar on the surface.

"Can you say it now?" Yang Pan turned his gaze to the old patriarch of the Jurchen tribe and asked.

"You kill me, I will never say a word." The old patriarch of the Jurchen tribe was indeed a bit tough, and he didn't say a word, which was tough enough.

"Yes, it's better if you don't say it. I will kill 500,000 Jurchens as your punishment to irritate me."

Yang Pan smiled and said, "Then you all have no use, go to die."

"The blood-calming needle!" Yang Pan stabbed out with a sword, and all the Jurchens present were killed, including the old Jurchen leader.

"Do you think a dead person won't speak? It's so naive." Yang Pan snorted coldly.

A temporary law domain was opened, temporarily blocking the world rules' suppression of magical powers and magic, and at least alleviating this suppression power.

Yang Pan took this opportunity to perform the soul searching technique and obtained a lot of information from the old patriarch's soul.

Yang Pan nodded with satisfaction and took back the Dharma Realm.

The so-called Dharma Realm is actually the symbol of the powerful Jindan, which can be understood as a domain power. In this Dharma Realm, the power of the powerful Jindan can be exerted to its limits, while others will be suppressed by the power of the Dharma Realm.

Each increase and decrease highlights the power and terror of the Jindan monk.

The law domain is formed by one's own understanding of the laws of heaven and earth and the laws of the great way, combined with one's own magic power.

Yang Pan's understanding of the Dao has met the standards and has subsidies for external alchemy, so it is not difficult to release temporary law domains.

It is precisely because Yang Pan has the help of external elixirs that Yang Pan has the confidence to come to Liaodong alone.

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Although this world is a high martial arts world, the world has a huge capacity, even a strong man of martial arts Golden Pill level can freely display it in this world.

But for some reason, since the beginning of the Han Dynasty, all the martial arts powerhouses have basically entered the secret realm to practice after being promoted to the heavenly beings, and will not hang out in the mundane world.

There are very few martial arts celestial beings who remain in the world. When Yang Pan first broke through the out-of-body stage, he keenly realized that there were only a few powerful celestial beings in this world.

If Yang Pan did not find any existence above the heavens and man, he would be relieved.

Yang Pan found a lot of important information from the soul of the old Jurchen leader.

"Sacred Mountain Temple? Someone actually came up with the method of faith in the Shinto to combine himself with his racial fortune to prolong his life. What a genius!" Yang Pan digested the information in his mind and sighed softly.

With Yang Pan's wisdom and knowledge reserves and thinking about the situation of the sweeping monk, it is easy to guess what the Jurchen master is doing.

Yang Pan thought carefully and said that when it comes to playing faith, the Holy See can be regarded as an expert, so there is a precedent. Now that a strong man who knows the method of faith in the Shinto is present in Liaodong, it is not impossible to accept.

However, the effect of prolonging life by the method of faith in Shinto should not be very good, and the defects are obvious and will cut off your own way.

But the powerful celestial being behind the Jurchen tribe opened a different path, using the method of Shinto faith to integrate the racial fortune, using the method of Shinto faith as a bridge, and taking the method of Shinto faith into one, so as to use it for immortality.

Needless to say, the former is more important.

The latter is the path Zhao Kuangyin once took, but he failed.

Because the luck of the Central Plains court was too strong, even though Zhao Kuangyin did not completely unify the world, he also occupied the rich and essential land of the Central Plains. His luck was so huge that he wanted to merge alone, but he naturally died by the luck.
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