The system allows me to capture gods? Backhand capture system

He Jun went to Honghuang for a few purposes.

To meet Hongjun and see what he is and what he wants to do.

To try to become a saint.

Or, to try to break through the Heavenly Dao level.

He can't wait for others to help him solve everything.

"Hey, He Jun."

"I... ask you something."

He Jun was just about to activate his spiritual power to start moving, but was stopped by Ying Huang.

As the Heavenly Dao, the other party's tone was actually a bit hesitant.

This is very rare.

"You say."

"Your existence is very special..."

"I know that, Hongjun told me."

He Jun interrupted Ying Huang.

Hongjun and Jehovah have said similar words to him many times.

They are telling He Jun that his physique is special.

"No, no, no, what I'm going to say next is different from these."

"It's your choice whether to listen or not, but I think you should really listen carefully."

Ying Huang did not force He Jun, but instead persuaded him kindly.

This abnormal behavior made He Jun a little at a loss.

Heavenly Dao... is discussing with him?

"Speak."

He Jun still couldn't hold back his curiosity and spoke.

"If you... I mean if."

"If everything you heard and saw in the prehistoric world seems very false, you'd better hold on to your heart."

"They just want to see you collapse, so that it will be easier to control your body."

"As long as you stay awake, with your physique, no one can do anything to you."

Ying Huang's words were so sure that He Jun was confused for a while.

"Why?"

"I don't know, as Heavenly Dao, I don't know your situation either."

Ying Huang shook his head.

"But as a creature born on the Blue Star, I can be sure of one thing."

"There is a being that doesn't want you to die."

"Who?"

He Jun's heart has begun to waver a little.

Is there anyone else joining the game? !

"Is it the Six Saints of the Prehistoric World?"

"No."

"Saints from other worlds? Or Heavenly Dao?"

"No."

Ying Huang denied several of He Jun's questions in succession.

But He couldn't give an accurate answer.

"Don't seek death, and you won't die."

"He Jun, remember this."

"I don't want you to die, and Tianyi Realm to disappear with you."

"I finally opened the road to my Blue Star, and I don't want it to be cut off."

Ying Huang said, without waiting for He Jun to ask.

He flicked his finger, and He Jun's mind took this body and instantly flew away from the nine heavens.

... ...

"Freshly baked buns!"

"Fried dough sticks, fried dough sticks just this morning, would you like one?"

"Old man, your dishes are too expensive? Make it cheaper, I'll buy more back."

He Jun's consciousness just returned to his body, and he felt a noise.

"Where is this...?"

"What are you doing?"

He Jun looked down at himself.

The white robe on his body was dirty and stained with a little dust.

The surrounding buildings were very simple and simple, and there was no modern thing.

"Hey, what a handsome young man, in front of our whorehouse, are you thinking...?"

A voice interrupted He Jun's thoughts.

Looking closely, he saw a large pavilion behind where he had just been lying.

The three gilded characters "Chunfeng Tower" were written on the doorplate.

And the men and women coming in and out were all wearing gold and silver.

The vast majority of women were wearing very thin clothes.

Even thinner than those women He Jun had seen on Blue Star.

And the person who was talking to him was a plump woman in her twenties.

"Here..."

"This is the mortal world of the prehistoric times."

A female voice sounded in He Jun's mind, explaining his doubts.

"Wait, Ying Huang?"

"You're not..."

"It's not difficult to transmit sound across the world."

Ying Huang's voice was very recognizable.

But what she said next made He Jun a little confused.

"It takes too much energy to pass on the message, so I'll make it short."

"It was Hongjun's idea to send you here, and you can't return to the upper realm of the prehistoric world for the time being."

"Until your three corpses are loosened, that old bastard won't let you go back."

Ying Huang didn't give He Jun time to react, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Afterwards, no matter how He Jun called, there was no response.

"What the hell is this?!"

He Jun said angrily.

"Brother, where are you from?"

"If you don't want to enter the store, please move to another place, blocking our business."

While He Jun was stunned, the woman spoke again.

I don't know if it was because of He Jun's appearance, which was precious compared to those mediocre and even wretched customers.

Or maybe it was because there were not many customers in this kind of brothel in the morning.

She didn't seem to be dissatisfied with He Jun's weird behavior.

"Sorry..."

He Jun got up quickly.

He began to check his body.

There was no injury, but there was one most important problem.

His cultivation!

Nothing is left!

No wonder he didn't react to the existence of the prostitute at the first moment.

His own spiritual consciousness is gone.

Even his physical strength is only slightly stronger than that of an average person.

A slightly experienced person can beat him to a pulp.

"No way..."

He Jun swallowed his saliva and re-examined his surroundings.

The bustling morning market, the unfamiliar environment.

And, the missing cultivation.

It is undeniable that He Jun was a little panicked.

But it didn't last long.

He didn't have the previous cultivation, but he still had the ability to attract the spiritual energy in the air.

It was clearly called the mortal world, but He Jun still had this method left.

It was one of the few consolations.

Some small self-defense techniques can still be used.

"Settle down first."

He Jun was unfamiliar with the place, and the first thing to do was to obtain the currency of this world.

By squatting on the side of the road and observing, He Jun discovered.

People here use some metals as currency for consumption.

There are also things similar to paper money, called "gold notes".

Only people dressed in luxurious clothes can use them.

Some people saw He Jun's disheveled appearance and dusty appearance, and threw a few small copper coins over as alms.

There were also some wealthy women who threw some unknown metals to He Jun.

To be honest, it was not pleasant to be treated as a beggar.

But at least He Jun had the start-up capital.

Although the source was all because of this decent face.

When those noble ladies threw money in front of him, they would deliberately stop.

The way they walked would also become twisted.

He Jun had to admit that these people were not only rich, but also well-maintained.

Although they were called women, they were actually only in their early twenties.

They just put on a lot of rouge and powder, which made them look a little vulgar.

But He Jun would not even look at them.

He just stared blankly in front of him, as if he was in a daze.