In the hinterland of the Malay Archipelago, a few hundred kilometers away from Easter Island, in a primeval forest, the great wizard sitting on the altar opened his eyes sharply! Huo Ran got up and looked south!

In the sound of the devastating explosion, he sensed the mournful cry of the giant beast, and through some subtle spiritual connection, the great wizard Nazanwei sensed that the holy relic, the Ronghan Stone, was in that place. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The relics of the Puluo tribe that have been lost for decades finally have definite news!

It took a big circle from the starting point and finally returned to where it belonged.

A month ago, Nai Zanwei sensed signs of the shattering of the holy relics, and now, he was a little suspicious of the original sense, no matter what, this time he must personally go out to retrieve the Ronghan Stone!

When the Japanese took away the Ronghan Stone, captured the Puluo patriarch, and burned and looted on a large scale, the great wizard Nazanwei was raising corpses on a desert island, cultivating golden crystal worms, and missed the opportunity to defend the clansmen, and has always regretted it.

In the decades that followed, Nai Zanwei taught dozens of disciples and guided them to integrate into modern society, searching for the whereabouts of Ronghan Stone in Southeast Asia, Japan and other places, but without success.

It wasn't until the closed disciple Naiden found a trace of clues that he found Ji Hongqu's head, but unfortunately, Naiden didn't succeed, but the news of his death came!

After seventy years of waiting, Nai Zanwei had already regarded this matter as a lifelong pursuit, and now, hope was close at hand, and the eyes of this No. 1 wizard of the South Seas, who had lived for more than 120 years, bloomed with bloodthirsty fierce light!

"Miyamoto Nobunaga, are you dead or not!"

Nearly a century of hatred stems from that Japanese pilot named Miyamoto Nobunaga!

On the other side of the ocean, in the United States, in the Arlington district of Washington, the interior of the Pentagon, which is sleeping quietly in the dawn, is full of people at the moment, and the special line phone is ringing non-stop.

"George, what's in that place that is worth using sixteen Harpoon missiles?" a white-haired old man with five stars on his shoulder stared at the satellite image, his chin pinched in his hand, and his face looked thoughtful.

"Mr. Marshall, this is to ask our allies what they must be hiding. ”

"Contact Tokyo immediately, I want to talk to Ono on the phone!" another old black man in a suit and leather shoes said in a deep voice: "Sneaking around, bombing a mysterious island, their intention is very obvious, they are covering up the truth!"

"Your Excellency Minister, do you think Ono will tell the truth?" Chief of Staff Marshall smiled: "They will definitely say that this is a routine exercise, or that they are trying Ultraman to fight little monsters." ”

Marshall's American-style humor sparked a burst of laughter.

After laughing, Clark-Rumsfeld, the black secretary of defense, sat down slowly, looked around at the generals, and asked, "Mr. Marshall, Mr. Cohen, what do you have good suggestions?"

The two five-star generals and members of the Joint Chiefs of Staff glanced at each other and gave a unanimous answer: "Send someone to the island to find out the truth!"

In the capital of China, West Chang'an Avenue, the Jingxi Hotel, which is famous at home and abroad, is the headquarters of the army's general staff, and several senior military officials are gathering together, and what they are holding in their hands is also an image taken by a satellite and comprehensive intelligence materials collected from outside Hong Kong.

"Old Ren, old man, what do you think?" Wan Changhe put down the information and put his hands behind his back.

Ren Chongyuan snorted coldly: "The little devil is doing tricks again, on that uninhabited island, there must be something worthy of them exposing the location of the submarine." ”

Not only did the American spy satellites capture the missiles and submarines, but the Huaxia Military Department, which had been monitoring the movements of the ships of the Japanese Self-Defense Forces, also downloaded these continuous shots from its own "Beacon" military satellite.

Deep in the Pacific Ocean, the Japanese flag on the Miyagi is clearly visible!

"I'm afraid this is one of them!" Fu Dongfang's face was grim, and he said in a deep voice: "According to the investigation these days, the cruise ship that the Japanese Musashi ninja took departed from Manila, and its route was directly directed to that island, I am worried...... Something has happened to that kid!"

A few days ago, Ye Fan left Hong Kong by plane, the airport surveillance camera clearly captured his image, more than 48 hours after his disappearance, successively attracted the attention of the broken army and the military department, began to investigate the plane, and then peeled back the cocoon, just yesterday, obtained a large number of Japanese Musashi ninjas entered Manila, hijacked him to the sea The whole secret incident process.

Several people in charge of the military department looked at each other with a worried expression, and Ren Chongyuan was furious, threw down the information in his hand, slapped the table and shouted: "This group of puppy thieves, all of them should be punished! Lao Wan, don't stop you this time, Lao Tzu will go to Nanyang in person!"

Wan Changhe waved his hand and said: "Old Ren, don't be angry, what are you going to do? Tell our military god to carry a gun and a cannon to the sea to catch turtles?

He is far away from high power and fame, if he goes out, he may attract the attention of many countries, and the island may also become lively from being unknown.

"Who to send?" After calming down, Ren Zhongyuan asked in a deep voice.

Wan Changhe stood up and waved his hand domineeringly: "Who dares to turn over the river and the sea, only I am the Big Dipper!"

On the outskirts of Tokyo, in a sprawling Japanese garden, elderly men in snow-white kimonos sit under cherry blossom trees and enjoy tea.

"Master, master!" a samurai panicked and ran into the courtyard, clogs rattling.

"What's the matter, Takahiko?" the old man gently lowered the teacup and straightened his waist.

Takahiko Miyamoto walked quickly in front of him, knelt on his knees, and said in a sad voice: "The head of the family, they, Elder Arashio, they, are all loyal to the emperor!"

Junichi Miyamoto's eyes widened when he heard the sound!

After listening to Takahiko's report, Junichi Miyamoto closed his eyes tightly and remained silent for a long time.

More than half of the elite divisions in the family have already been lost! The black box is still missing! This tragic result made him difficult to accept, and he fell into deep self-blame......

"Nobunaga-senpai, is this right or wrong......" Junichi Miyamoto's heart was like being slashed by a katana, and he dripped blood fiercely.

"The head of the house, Sasuke, they are about to land on the island, do you want to stop them?"

Junichi Miyamoto's eyes flashed with a gleam of essence, and he stood up and said, "Stop them! I'm going there myself!"

"Hey!"

Takahiko Miyamoto lowered his head heavily, the head of the family who had not stepped into the world for decades was really angry this time!

For a long time, Junichi Miyamoto drank the cup of herbal tea, turned around and walked towards the Japanese room, but the originally tall back seemed to be a lot hunched at the moment.

Under the eaves not far away, a petite and weak figure stood quietly, looking at the looming Mount Fuji in the distance, and sighed faintly: "Teacher Ye, are you really dead?"

"Don't say it!?" At this moment, more than 10,000 kilometers away from Tokyo, in the dark and lightless underground cave, Ye Fan stared coldly at Miyamoto Rina's face.

"I don't know what's inside!" Rina Miyamoto really didn't lie, Arashio Miyamoto died, and in this world, there are probably only three people who know what is in the black box, and all three of them are far away in Japan at the moment.

"Okay, if you don't say it, go dig snake meat!" Ye Fan sneered secretly in his heart, if you don't say it, do you really think that the uncle can't do it?

It's just one o'clock in the morning and one o'clock in the evening! Just get out of this place and find a metal cutter to open the shot put!

The matter has been put on hold for now.

When Miyamoto Nobunaga piloted the Japanese Zero fighter jet to scatter the most valuable black box and diamond jewelry into the hinterland of the center of Easter Island, the iron box containing the lead ball fell into the lake, and after decades of corrosion, turned into rust sheets, the lead ball was attracted by the undercurrent, rolled into a deeper waterway, and was left in the palace where the snake went to sea.

If there had been no missile attack, it would not have been possible to find the shot put in a day or two, and it would have been impossible to predict who would have fallen into it.

"It's so cold...... Ji Xiaoxin shuddered and hugged her shoulders, after jumping into the lake, her whole body was soaked, coupled with the bone-chilling cold here for no reason, she couldn't bear it a little.

"Take off your clothes!" Ye Fan said suddenly.

Ji Xiaoxin looked at him hesitantly, in the dark, the eyes of the two met, from his eyes, Ji Xiaoxin did not see other colors, only encouraging eyes.

The life was all given by him, what else did he dare not deliver? Ji Xiaoxin only hesitated, then took off her soaked coat and handed it to Ye Fan.

"Give me my underwear first. ”

Although I don't know what he's going to do, in such a desperate situation, Ji Xiaoxin can't care about being ashamed.

Ye Fan's palms carried the aura, and the scorching palms like charcoal fire slowly baked the fabric, and the slightest steam of water came out from above.

Baking clothes with internal strength, this is definitely the most extravagant waste, witnessing the strange scene in front of her, Ji Xiaoxin put her arms around her chest, and her eyes flashed with a strange look, both surprised and deeply moved.

"Hold on, we'll find a way to get out. Ye Fan handed over the warm underwear, "Coat." ”

"Hmm. ”

The clothes on the upper body were almost dried, and as for the clothes underneath, Ji Xiaoxin really couldn't pull her face and asked Ye Fan to help dry them by hand.

Rina Miyamoto avoided the two of them from afar, like a lone wolf in a group, licking her wounds alone.

After finding a slightly dry stone, Ye Fan sat down cross-legged to absorb the aura in this cave and replenish the loss.

In less than a week, he realized that something unusual, this place, full of aura, was a bit too much!

Following the spiritual rhyme that was ice into the divine consciousness, the perception spread, and a touch of joy floated on the corner of his mouth.

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