On June 26, the second pass of Yan State, Yan Prison, the sun was in the sky.

The city is one hundred and eight zhang high, the battlements of the arrow tower are dotted, the Yan army has clear armor, holds a spear and spear, waits solemnly, and the military flag around it hunts and hunts with the wind.

The tent outside the city is like white flowers blooming on the ground, and only looking at some of them will even feel a little soft, but you can't see the end of the tent when you look at it, which makes people change color.

Whether it is above the city tower or under the city tower, the two worlds are extremely hot, as if as long as there is a little spark, the prairie will burn immediately.

The height of a hundred zhang above the earth is also fiery, the height of a thousand zhang has gradually cooled, and although there is a scorching sun on the thousands of zhang, it is cold to the bone, and there is a surging wind, which is a completely different scene.

Rumble!

A spirit boat suddenly flew through the air, and with violent shaking, the body of the boat seemed to disintegrate at any time.

In the cockpit, Wang Ming's forehead was sweating slightly, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a thick look of distrust on the faces of the three women.

Is it so exaggerated?

Wang Ming said in his heart, if it weren't for his cloud eyes and cloud ears, the boat would be shaking even more at this moment, and maybe it would have capsized.

Rushing all the way from the imperial capital, Wang Ming has always controlled the Lingzhou three or four hundred zhang high, but once he arrives at Yan Prison Pass, he will not be able to do it, and he will definitely be discovered at this height.

Wang Ming raised the spirit boat to a height of 1,000 zhang, but he still felt a strong murderous aura, Yan Gaoguan was okay to say, but the murderous aura of the Mang army outside the pass was a little unbearable.

This is not the power of one person, but the power of hundreds of thousands of people.

The murderous aura of so many people is condensed together, and there is no need for additional formation arrangement, even if the gods enter, they will be strangled.

In the long development of history, there are heroic theories and people's theories, Wang Ming doesn't care whether they are right or wrong, anyway, Wang Ming now feels that the number of people is indeed powerful.

Wang Ming didn't dare to drive the spirit boat into the murderous aura of the sea, so he had to rise again.

This elevation feels like coming to the aurora turbulence, and although the speed of the spirit boat purchased by Song Que is unsatisfactory, it is better than solid, but "quack...... Bangbang ......" The boat keeps making these sounds, which is really frightening.

After crossing the Mang army, and then going north for half an hour, you will see the towering mountains and the first pass of the Yan Kingdom - Yanmen Pass.

There is still black smoke rising in the sky above the Yanmen Gate, and it is condensed all the way to the position of the old and the high; the buildings and houses are abandoned, and the remnants of the walls are tragic; the city wall is gloomy with blood ochre, and the broken swords and swords can be seen everywhere, and the scene of the battle of that day can be fully imagined.

Wang Ming, Zhang Xiaju and Gu Panxi have all seen the Battle of Haicheng, so their hearts are a little heavy.

The wind of the earth blew through the cracks of all kinds of space, whining, like a dead ghost crying.

Flying over Yanmen Pass, you can see the endless prairie, but it is another scenery.

It is said that the army has come to the grass and is not growing around, but it is not miserable at all, it is still green grass, and there is a sense of intoxicating beauty.

Wang Ming was touched, even after thousands of troops and horses stepped on, the earth recovered as quickly as possible, this is the tenacious vitality of the seemingly weakest grasses.

Little grass, whether it is people who love each other singing love songs on the grass, or people fighting each other with blood, the grass grows on its own.

"That's it!" Zhang Xia raised her hand and said.

Wang Ming followed the prestige, there is a small hill ten miles north of Yanmen Pass, no more than twenty or thirty zhang high, from the air is a standard and perfect circle, it looks very gentle, but Wang Ming feels the residual murderous aura there.

"Every time the Mang army invades, this hill is where the king's tent is. Zhang Xiaju said.

Zhang Xiaju, who had been in the Imperial Palace's Scripture Pavilion for three days, was obviously no longer limited to Haicheng Thunder Country.

Zhang Xia raised his eyes and said: "The Mang God can't get too close to the Mang army, it must be a hundred miles away, so that the power of the Mang God can be perfectly transmitted to every Mang soldier, in this regard, the role of the Mang God is a bit like the son and mother drum of the Yan Kingdom." ”

"Boost morale, increase blood bravery, thereby increasing people's strength and speed?"

"That's right. ”

Wang Ming asked, "Why did you choose this place?"

"This hill is called Shenluo Hill, located in the outermost part of the grassland, it is the last sacred mountain for the grassland tribes to enter the Shenzhou Empire, it has a very special meaning for the Mang people, the caravan on the grassland will cry when they look at this hill when they leave, and in the Shenzhou Empire turn around, it is very happy to see Shenluo Hill in the wind and dust. ”

Wang Ming sighed faintly and said, "I'm afraid the choice of this place has something to do with its name." ”

Zhang Xiaju nodded, and said: "There are many such low hills on the grassland, and the tribes of the grassland believe that they are the pearls scattered by the gods on the grassland, and this god falling hill is the last pearl on the grassland, which is extremely beautiful, even if the gods of the god realm pass by here, they can't help but fall down the clouds to take a look at the beautiful scenery here, and for us, 'Shenluo Hill' has its own meaning." ”

Gu Panxi's eyes were cold, and he said, "The place where the gods fell." ”

"That's right, as long as the Mang God goes to the Yan Kingdom through this, the Shenluo Hill is a must-pass place. ”

Hua Yinluo said: "The last battle of Yanmen Pass, Mangshen was powerful, driving the Mang's army to take Yanmen Pass in one go, and Mangshen itself consumed a lot, so it was necessary to adjust for a few days, and the calculation time Mangshen was only two days." ”

In fact, regarding the plan to attack and kill Mangshen, Wang Ming once proposed to move as soon as possible and do it while Mangshen was weak, but was vetoed by the third girl, on the grounds that the injured wolf always licks the wound alone, and no one knows where it licks the wound, and even if it does, there must be a large number of traps waiting at this time.

Hua Yinluo glanced at Wang Ming and said, "We are waiting in Shenluoqiu, if the Mangshen does not come, it means that the other God Hunters have succeeded while the Mangshen is recuperating, and if the Mangshen comes, it means that they have not succeeded." ”

When Wang Ming's team of god hunters set off quietly, there were actually many god hunter groups that had already set off.

Wang Ming actually agreed with the analysis of the third daughter in his heart, but he clearly remembered that he just asked the third girl to consider different timings, but he was rejected by the third girl very simply, which made Wang Ming feel faceless.

"Without further ado, let's get started. Wang Ming drove the spirit boat and quietly landed on the Shenluo Hill, waved his hand, and immediately arranged a cloud array on the top of the hill with a circle of two or three miles above, so that the outside world could not peep.

With Wang Ming's cultivation advancing by leaps and bounds, his cloud martial soul has also improved significantly, not to mention that the power of the cloud array and the general martial god can't snoop on it.

Hua Yinluo and Gu Panxi guarded the pass for Wang Ming and Zhang Xiaju in the north and south, while Wang Ming and Zhang Xiaju performed Jingxiang techniques.

Half an hour passed, an hour passed, and a faint shadow appeared in the air on the top of Shenluoqiu, and a well appeared out of thin air.

Suddenly, Wang Ming stretched out his hand, grabbed the well directly, and then pressed it on the ground, and the well sank directly into the ground.

Another half an hour passed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Wang Ming and Zhang Xia's foreheads and the tip of their noses.

Eventually, all the faint light disappeared, and the top of the hill was restored to its original state.

"It's done?" Gu Panxi looked a little excited, and walked over and asked.

Wang Ming nodded, and then looked into the distance, the heart pit had been dug, and it was up to him to see if the reckless spirit would come.