Wen Yiming clearly remembered the two sentences in the dream at that time, but he didn't care about it after waking up at that time, after all, it was just a dream. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The old man had said these two things repeatedly in his dreams.

One of the sentences is: 'The scum of the altar, what can you do to me? Haha! How can I Liang be in vain!'

The other sentence is 'Fighting the blood of the Rakshasa in the Sword Peak, and the tears of the heroes under the Dragon Slashing Dao!'

Wen Yiming stood motionless like a sculpture at this time, and there were words in his mouth, "The lonely city is built on the Sword Peak, and the city is surrounded by the dragon road... Why does the old man surnamed Liang always repeat these two sentences when he is in a trance?"

Unconsciously, Wen Yiming's concentration turned on again and accelerated his thinking autonomously.

"It shows that the matter or secret behind this sentence is almost an obsession in the old man's heart, and the tone of hatred that comes out of the altar's mouth is almost a hatred, which shows that he has a great grudge against the altar..."

Wen Yiming recalled all the details in the original dream, and after a while, he remembered that the old man had said a word, and he was holding his hand in the dream and feeling it.

'The bloodline of Tianwen Palace actually flowed to Nanliang, the descendants of the patriarch!

Wen Yiming's eyebrows kept beating, obviously his thinking had been run to the extreme, and he deduced, "Tianwen Palace should be a force, Nanliang is naturally the country of Nanliang, and the ancestor is the old man in his own tone, and there is a lot of respect in his words." And the descendants of the ancestor should say that they are..."

"Tianwen !!" Wen Yiming was shocked to get out of the state of sculpture in an instant, and he remembered that in the illusion of comprehending the gun intent of 'who else is I', he saw the elegant middle-aged man holding a spear, and the word 'Tianwen' was written on the banner next to him at that time!

Wen Yiming didn't know whether the word 'Tianwen' was related to Tianwen Palace, but he knew that the ancestor of Shuangcheng was a generation of famous generals Ao Wentian!

However, based on his assumption that the dream is real, two points are analyzed.

First of all, if the patriarch in the old man's mouth was Ao Wentian, then that old man was the predecessor of the Shuangcheng faction. Judging the old man's age in his dream, although his beard was white, he was only in his sixties, and if he lived to be close to eighty years old, then fifty years would be the time when Liang Zhi became famous fifty years ago.

This made Wen Yiming extremely shocked, Liang Zhitian Zong Wizard cultivated to the level of cultivation that should be in the flower armor, and he was still seriously injured more than ten years ago, this is very likely to be done by the Holy Altar, so how strong is the power of the Holy Altar. As for whether Liang Zhi was dead, he didn't see it in the dream, and the picture behind him was too blurry.

However, if you can get out of the ruins, you must go home and ask your mother well, Wen Yiming said secretly.

Secondly, Wen Yiming guessed in his dream memories that he might be the descendant of Ao Wentian, or he might be the descendant of the Tianwen Palace. Then, this shows that Mingyang Wang Wen Ziyu also has the same life experience.

Wen Yiming took a deep breath at the gap in the city gate, and said secretly, he was a little unwilling to learn so many secrets and not be able to go out!

Putting aside the troubled thoughts, Wen Yiming called Lao Wu twice outside. After a while, the psychic black side landed on the diamond rock outside, and said, "What is the matter with summoning the old Wu?"

"I'm here to heal first, and with my physique, it will take me five days at most, and most of it will recover in as little as three days. There should be no ghostly wren in the ruins now, so you can look around and see if there is any way to live, or a place for us to live. ”

Tongling Wu glanced at Wen Yiming, and said, "Okay, I'll be back in five days at most." If you don't return at the end of the day, most of them will ascend to heaven, and when the time comes, find my body and get me a grave and tombstone. ”

Wen Yiming said with a smile: "Do you want to engrave the tomb of Lord Wu, the first divine beast in the heaven-given continent, and there will be people to worship in the future!"

"Goo goo goo goo goo this can be had, the parents of the one who gave birth to me, the old man who knows me!" the psychic crow flapped its wings and sang away, leaving a string of cooing sounds in the empty square.

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed. The smoke in the hatchery had long since dissipated, leaving only a scorching smell.

Wen Yiming's injuries have almost recovered, and he has been using the Spirit Yuan Crystal Essence to cultivate while recovering in the past few days, which has made his cultivation improve a lot. Because of the sacrificial mental method, the heart rate has been kept above one hundred and fifty in the cultivation and recovery. And the boiling hot blood in his body has been circulating at a high speed, which has made many wounds on Wen Yiming's body have been scarred. Only the criss-crossing scars were left, and the dense man's medals all over the body exuded a terrifying fierce atmosphere.

Wen Yiming shook his hand and took out the dark Yan, handed it out of the gap, and pressed it against the chest-high diamond rock, while running the true qi internal strength, he burst out with ** power, and in a shout, the diamond rock was picked apart piece by piece.

There were many diamond rocks that were too far away from the gaps that he couldn't reach at all, and even some places where the angles were too dead, he forcibly squeezed his arms out of the gaps and slowly picked them apart with force.

There was enough time, Wen Yiming was not in a hurry, and it took more than a day to stop and rest before he removed most of the diamond rocks, and he was powerless as for the dead corners on the very edge on both sides of the city gate.

However, after mustering up all his strength to push the city gate open half a foot, Wen Yiming's mood finally became clear, at least he didn't have to stay in the stinking hatchery anymore.

Wen Yiming glanced at the corpse next to him, made an online game to touch the corpse, and took off Qin Li's storage belt. If it weren't for the fire, he would have liked to touch the corpse in the hatchery and have a good time shopping for equipment.

Wen Yiming squeezed out of the city gate sideways, then threw off his arms and went straight to the nearest sand dune, taking a few breaths of fresh air.

After resting on the sand dunes for a while, he didn't know when the psychic crow would return, and it was inconvenient for him to go far. So he took out all the items in Qin Li's belt, and then counted them one by one.

Wen Yiming was a little funny, this Qin Li seems to really have a soft spot for shields, in a storage belt, there are five shields alone, not even the two sides that are lost in the hatchery.

Wen Yiming chose a thick and wide heavy shield, I don't know what kind of metal it was cast, and it was raised to the elbow in the middle of the waist and down to the knee, weighing more than two hundred catties. Put it in his belt, and the rest of the shield flew away.

The rest were some relatively rare healing pills, spirit crystals in small cloth bags, and a few sets of unmarked casual clothes. Wen Yiming chose an all-white slim coat to wear on, and took all the pills and spirit crystals for himself.

The rest are more than a dozen martial arts skills, Wen Yiming looked at it casually, most of the grades were at the Xuan level, and secretly sighed that the net worth of this product was not too expensive. If you put this in the auction house, you don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life, and the spirit crystal is enough for a few hundred yuan, Wen Yiming even wondered, this guy won't be doing something to rob the house.

With nothing to do, Wen Yiming sat on the hill and cultivated with spirit crystals in his hands, the spirit yuan crystal essence was still relatively precious, and he was really reluctant to use it more.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, but there was no news of the psychic black. Wen Yiming had nothing to do, and in a few days, the Spirit Ruins space had already been filled with three drops of essence blood, which was also the reason why his wounds healed quickly, and the essence blood could provide a weak healing power in the Spirit Ruin space, however, he didn't know this.

Wen Yiming continued to use his true qi to condense his blood into essence and did not refine more essence blood, so he had to give up. He estimated that after Xiuwei broke through to the samurai stage, the amount of essence blood stored should increase.

On the sixth day, due to the fact that the sacrifice could no longer refine the essence blood, the independent heart of the Dragon Devouring Beidou would have a lower heart rate if there was no strenuous exercise, and Wen Yiming had to keep practicing all the boxing techniques he knew in his previous life in the square.

On the seventh day, Wen Yiming's remaining dry food was running out, and the water was about to run out, only a jar of spirits had not yet been opened. The chances of going out are pitiful, and this jar of spirits will stay for a few more days.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the tenth day, Wen Yiming didn't dare to consume his physical strength violently, so he couldn't wait for Tongling Wu, and he starved to death first. I wanted to explore the ruins alone, but when I thought that the psychic black would die and leave behind to share the hardships with him, I forced the idea of leaving, and secretly decided to wait for another ten days.

didn't dare to consume physical strength, and in desperation, Wen Yiming had no choice but to desperately consume his mental power to explode the essence blood, so that the sacrificial secret method would continue to coagulate into essence, so as to resist the decrease in the heart rate of the dragon swallowing Beidou, and at most he meditated more to recover his mental power.

Ten days of pain, Wen Yiming felt extremely long, two mouthfuls of water a day, a piece of dry food to satisfy his stomach, he often looked at the sky that was not the sky, and shook his middle finger fiercely, there was nothing else to do.