Prisoners of war are trophies, life and death, honor and disgrace, consciousness, and even the meaning of existence itself, all belong completely to the victorious side, this is the oldest and most demanding cultural rule in the Fengyuan Continent, and even in the entire Gangfeng universe, as sacred as a duel, otherwise, it is meaningless to use military strength to form an encirclement advantage over individuals, and the heavenly rule that military strength Gangfeng cannot harm individuals is meaningless.

"What? Do you still want to resist stubbornly?" When the footsteps of countless people sounded in the dark distance, Tianzhi finally turned to the white face of the white dust, and said such words with an evil smile. His pink eyes were full of bitter hatred, because his Zhenfang Treasure was destroyed in the hands of this silver boy, which was almost equivalent to saying that the glory of the Sealing Gate was shattered in the hands of this kid, and he had already decided at this time to take this kid from the Holy Lord (Uncle Zhao Guang), and let him taste all the torture in the world before he could die in pain.

The glory of sealing the door is dusty, and it needs to be cleansed with blood.

"The shame of a soldier is surrender. Yinchen said indifferently, there was no expression on a young and handsome face, only cruelty and determination, and the soldiers behind him were all like him, clenching the giant sword in their hands, urging all the gangfeng in their bodies, ready to fight to the death.

With an army of 200 men, it is not impossible to penetrate the local defense line several times its own, but the probability of success is like a miracle.

"God knows, I heard that guy escaped?" Just when Yinchen raised his hand, ready to have a death battle with these mountain bandits, a voice full of energy came from the darkness, and then, the light of the night pearl shone on the figure of a relatively young man, that person is very similar to the Spirit Emperor, but much thinner and more capable than the Spirit Emperor, and his whole body exudes a high-spirited aura that only entrepreneurs have, and the wind on his body is even like his breath, with a high-spirited wind and thunder power, not as pure and majestic as the Spirit Emperor, but lacking the power of pure gold to transform。 The middle-aged man was wearing a bright red burqa, and under the burqa, there was a fierce chain mail, and the two long swords hung symmetrically on the waist, this shape was quite strange, because there were very few people in the government and the public and even in the northern army who used two swords at the same time, after all, most of the magic skills in this world only corresponded to one sword.

"Holy Lord, his subordinates are incompetent, and they don't count that person...... Carry the holy weapon with you!" God knew that he didn't care about the silver dust at all, and directly turned around and knelt down on one knee in front of Uncle Zhao Guang.

"Holy Weapon?!" Uncle Zhao Guang raised his eyebrows, obviously a little surprised: "The 'Thousand Miles of Turning Bone' left by the ancestors, right? Hmph, it is the same thing as the reincarnation bead of Hanshan Temple, even if you count it, you can't do anything, you can only say that the dog thief has been so bold that he forgot his ancestors and moved the Zhenguo Holy Weapon out of the palace at will! Do you think that kind of thing can casually go out of the gate of Pershing City!"

"Holy Lord, it's useless to complain now. At this time, Wang Badan, who was following him, hurriedly persuaded. "The widow knows that the most important thing at the moment is to pack up the loot left by the dog thieves and take it away, and move his position before the heavy rain stops...... This year, the floods in Luoxi Province are non-stop, starvation is full of wilderness, dog thieves are unwilling to open a warehouse to release grain, sit back and watch the father and son cannibalism, even if the widow does not take back the Ninth Five-Year Orthodoxy for the time being, it is necessary to go back to Tianxingdao, anyway, behind Luoxi Province is Guanxi Province, the granary of the world, there are no disaster victims, hoarding disaster relief food for a year can not be used, rather than letting those dog officials and gentry sell privately, it is better to temporarily loot and use it as military food. Uncle Zhao Guang deliberately said loudly. His words successfully made his originally abundant morale climb again, and at the same time gave Silver Dust a signal, that is, he was the wise god lord that this country really needed, a hundred times better than the fat and stupid guy of the Spirit Emperor.

At this time, Yinchen still has the strength to fight, and his record of breaking through the peripheral defense of thousands of people with two hundred people makes Uncle Zhao Guang dare not underestimate him, and he is unwilling to lose too much strength in order to take him down, of course, Uncle Zhao Guang wants to recruit the heart of this silver-haired boy who seems to be able to fight a lot more than Han Shuang, but I am afraid that everyone present can see it.

Tianzhi listened to Uncle Zhao Guang's words, opened his mouth, and finally didn't make a sound. Although he hated Silver Dust to the core, if Silver Dust could become their fellow believers and contribute to the cause of the Holy Lord, then he would not mind suppressing his hatred in his heart, waiting for ten or twenty years, when everything had passed, he would slowly take revenge. God knows he can afford to wait.

Uncle Zhao Guang, accompanied by Wang and Ma, slowly walked in front of Yinchen, and the light of the night pearl echoed with the light emitted by the ball of light above Yinchen's head. The huge aura of the king and the king turned into a tangible wind that stirred within a distance of three zhang between the two, and Tianzhi and Han Shuang seemed to both show surprised and even a little shocked looks, because they had never thought that the momentum of Yinchen was actually "king", not "will"!

A person with this kind of aura is either the head of the sect, a grandmaster, or a feudal marquis!

Wind pressure, Liulan, Killing Dao, General, King, these five kinds of weather formed by the Gangfeng, known as the "Five Qi Dynasty Yuan", the first three meteorological conditions represent a certain extreme of personal combat effectiveness, and it is not uncommon to see above the rivers and lakes, and the latter two represent the military level and even the city level combat effectiveness benchmark, which must be possessed by outstanding leaders. The spirit of the decisive is none other than the family of soldiers, the former Han Yubing, the current Yang Invincible, and the northern Harlan Xuanming, Nie Wanliu, are all representatives of this kind of weather, and there are such outstanding generals in the industry, so that they can be awarded the "general" weather by Gangfeng, and the king ...... It was recognized by Gangfeng as the supreme existence in a certain region or field, and even Zhao Guangling did not have this kind of atmosphere, Zhao Guangshu, Zhao Guangyi, Empress Linghua, Xue Wuxian, Kuzen and other people who could command the great forces in the world could have it! The meteorology of Zhao Lingyun, the son of the demon fetus, was also of this level, after all, he was a demon fetus.

As for such a sixteen-year-old boy in front of Uncle Zhao Guang, Uncle Zhao Guang himself didn't believe that he could have such a terrifying atmosphere. People of this age, even called children, should pursue the weather pressure, and even Liulan can only be a luxury. King-level ...... That's an exaggeration.

Uncle Zhao Guang wouldn't know that the weather on Yinchen's body was not a king at all, but a pope, or rather, a [god]!

What kind of weather, what responsibility to bear, wind pressure represents breaking through the shackles of the body, entering the realm of entering the body, and beginning to transform from human to non-human.

Liulan represents breaking through the shackles of mortal dust and entering the realm of distraction, from the power of worldly constraints to the power of breaking through worldly constraints, in this realm, ordinary bows and arrows have been completely ineffective, and even most of the common poisons in the world have been neutralized.

And the killing dao represents the transformation process from ordinary divine skill cultivators to those who use the rules of divine skills, that is, from the power of all sentient beings to demigods or quasi-gods.

And the checkmate is another field, representing the terrible qualitative change of individual force into team leadership, the person who has the atmosphere of the checkmate is naturally suitable for leading the troops to fight, and the military situation composed of him is much more powerful than the ordinary army.

As for the king, he represents a certain field, or the ultimate of a certain spirit, and is the strongest in a certain aspect recognized by Gangfeng, and all those who practice this direction are naturally subservient to him.

And Yinchen's [Tongshen] represents the limit of the fusion of the [element] itself, which is completely equal to the [rigidity] of Gangfeng itself, and the weather on his body is actually completely equal to the extreme of Gangfeng itself, not like the king, it belongs to a certain limit within Gangfeng.

Silver Dust, the magician, is completely equal to the elemental singleness and depth evolution symbolized by Gangfeng Tian, so his meteorology can almost be said to be equivalent to that of Thor or Ghost. His atmosphere is a god rather than a king.

This is the secret of his imposing coercion at the level of a primordial infant.

Although Uncle Zhao Guang is also a person with the atmosphere of a king, he is not a powerhouse with a super inheritance like the Venerable of the Blood River, and his vision is also very limited, so it is understandable to regard the divine atmosphere on Yinchen's body as the atmosphere of a king. And Yinchen himself never cared about the weather on his body, all he cared about was the knowledge of God in his head. To put it mildly, if the boss of the blocked door dares to claim to be God knows, he dares to claim to be omniscient, but he doesn't want to make himself like Youhabach, so he never preaches this.

Uncle Zhao Guang pursed his lips, and a large number of words of persuasion and flickering were swallowed back temporarily, it was a rhetoric for young talents, and it was a bit ridiculous to say these words to the young king, he needed to prepare another speech temporarily, or he could give some substantial benefits as bargaining chips. The suspicion of being the "king" on Yinchen's body shows that this persuasion negotiation cannot be easy, and the benefits far exceed expectations.

The weather on Yinchen's body was stimulated by Uncle Zhao Guang, making Han Shuang and Tianzhi both begin to reevaluate this opponent who had just fought each other. Han Shuang sighed secretly in his heart: "No wonder I can lead such a team of 100 people, and I have to obey it!" And God knows that there is only jealousy and hatred in his eyes, he knows that he has no chance with Wang Zhiqi in this life, because his strength is not cultivated by himself, but by being empowered by others, and he can't produce any weather, and he is very reluctant to use a wind pressure.

"This young man, the widow Uncle Zhao Guang, haven't asked for advice yet?" Uncle Zhao Guang thought about it, and in the end, he still didn't let the emperor treat his subordinates with the attitude of being able to greet Yinchen, but instead gave Yinchen the most widely applicable fist salute on the rivers and lakes, and met Yinchen as the boss of the Jianghu sect or simply the leader of the mountain bandits. As a standby emperor, or a person who is always ready to be an emperor and always demands himself with the emperor's etiquette and code of conduct, Zhao Guangshu can't help but seem a little incongruous when he meets people with this kind of casual etiquette.

After Uncle Zhao Guang saluted, Yin also hurriedly returned the salute with a fist, and his movements were full of the atmosphere of the rivers and lakes, looking natural and quite ornamental. When Uncle Zhao Guang saw him act like this, he couldn't help but muttered a little in his heart: "This kid looks like an old man in the rivers and lakes, but he is so proficient in the art of war, he must have been born in a temple family, how can he live in the rivers and lakes for a long time?"

After a second of the silver dust fist salute, he whispered: "The forbidden army standard is Yinchen, I have seen Your Excellency." His tone was slightly uncertain, but more cold.

Uncle Zhao Guang's face froze, and it was obvious that Yinchen still claimed to be the "Forbidden Army Standard", which made him uncomfortable. He took a deep breath and said in a tone that was half tentative and half flattering: "Shaoxia is laughing! Shaoxia is like a god with soldiers, how can the standard of the forbidden army be worthy of the identity of a young man......?" Uncle Zhao Guang paused, thinking that he could arouse the appetite of silver dust, but saw that the silver boy's eyes quickly dimmed, obviously not as interested in his words as expected, so he quickly changed his tone and said bluntly: " Shaoxia, the puppet emperor Zhao Guangling relied on traitors and brutalized Zhongliang, if you follow him, at best, you will only be a standard like now, commanding more than 200 people all your life, your amazing talent in military warfare, I am afraid that you will really be buried in the dust, you, have you never thought of finding another way out for yourself?"

"A way out?" Yin Chen muttered in a low voice, but there was no wavering look in his silver pupils, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and looked directly at Uncle Zhao Guang, as if he wanted to find something worthy of praise from this chaotic thief: "What way out can you give me?

When he said such unkind words, neither Uncle Zhao Guang nor Han Yingbing was angry, both of them knew that the silver boy dared to say such a thing, probably because he wanted to see the "quality" of Uncle Zhao Guang, the king, to see if he could provide a stage for the silver boy, and to see if Uncle Zhao Guang was worth taking refuge in.

When Uncle Zhao Guang heard Yinchen's words, he laughed indulgently a few times: "Young heroes are really good at joking! Uncle Zhao Guang, a widow, how can he be willing to be the leader of mountain bandits for the rest of his life! The target of the widow is the Forbidden Imperial City dozens of miles away! The pure gold dragon chair! If you follow the widow, I am afraid that you will be a loyal marquis in the future! Even the king of Wuling! Hereditary recklessness! No more majestic than you as a forbidden army standard!"

Yinchen listened to his words and raised his eyebrows slightly: "King Wuling? What kind of vision do you really dare to promise? I heard that the Seventh Dynasty only has the founding emperor followed by one King Wuling, only one life, and no matter what capable ministers in the future, they will never dare to touch such a name! Even the Haran family of the Northern Kingdom, which claims to be the Eighth Dynasty, does not dare to divide anyone as the 'King of Wuling'!"