There is not only a martial god temple in the martial god temple, but also the life deeds of the martial god are depicted on the temple wall. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

One of the paintings of the Martial God Slaying the Dragon deeply attracted Yang Ming's attention.

I saw the tall and mighty Martial God wearing purple gold armor, wearing a shining Lingyun Soaring Helmet, his divine power crowned the sky, and he captured the dragon with one hand.

The dragon is born with five claws, has antlers on its head, and its scales and armor are as strong as gold and iron, turning clouds and spitting mist, and swimming in the world.

But in the palm of the Martial God's hand, it was like a loach, no matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape the palm of the Martial God.

Unwillingness, despair, hatred, anger.

At this moment, Yang Ming seemed to feel the unwilling roar of the struggling dragon.

It is rumored that in order to fight against the Emperor of Heavenly Fortune, the martial god slaughtered ten thousand dragons, cultivated his soldiers with dragon blood, and wanted to train a true dragon guard. The painting of the martial god slaying the dragon on the mural is estimated to be the picture of the martial god slaughtering the real dragon at that time.

The dragon's blood is all over the sky, the dragon's soul is screaming, the dragon's corpse is floating on the earth, and the dragon's end is the end.

Millions of years ago, the true dragon was still often visible, but now, the true dragon has long been extinct, and there are more dragons, the genus of glass dragons.

However, the Emperor of Heavenly Fortune came into being, born with atmospheric luck, and the final result is known to everyone, but in the end, whether the Martial God has refined the true dragon guard is still a mystery.

Probably because of the improvement of the soul level, Yang Ming is different from the sleepiness of the past, but is full of energy, and he looks at the murals with great interest.

There are pictures of the battle between the Martial God and the Gun King Beimad, and there is also the majestic posture of the Martial God Crossing the Tribulation, and even the pictures of the battle with the Emperor of Heavenly Fortune have a few sporadic scenes, but they are all short-lived, and the outcome is unknown.

The night was quiet, the insects chirped softly, and a serenade was played.

The little beggar lay on the old beggar's knee and squinted his eyes, and the soldiers also took turns to rest and be on duty to guard against enemy attacks.

Luo Feng was waiting left and right, yawning constantly, obviously unable to support it.

"Let's go back. Yang Ming said, and with Luo Feng's surprise support, he stepped into the warm car.

After a while, Luo Feng's snoring came, and Yang Ming closed his eyes, eager to fall into a deep sleep, return to the dream, and re-enter the door of the soul.

But Yang Ming closed his eyes for a while, and he didn't feel the slightest sleep.

"Yes, the uplift of the soul, and this effect. Yang Ming couldn't cry or laugh, but he wasn't annoyed, closed his eyes, silently recalled, refined, and condensed his soul.

Yang Ming's soul fused with too many other people's souls, which caused Yang Ming's soul to be full of impurities, many but not refined, and sooner or later there would be accidents.

Therefore, some useless memories, Yang Ming will strip them out, and like martial arts experience, they are firmly remembered in his heart as if they were treasures.

Of course, regarding the cultivation of the Divine Thorn, Yang Ming did not fall behind.

With the cultivation of the Amazing Thorn for a week, Yang Ming found that his soul was becoming more and more refined, and the use of the Amazing Thorn was also very easy, and the progress increased greatly, Yang Ming conservatively estimated that he continued to cultivate, and before reaching the Divine Clearance, the Amazing Thorn might be able to break through to the grandmaster level, and the power would be even more powerful at that time.

In the past twenty weeks, the size of the Amazing Thorn forged by Yang Ming has not become smaller, but it has improved a lot in strength.

"Now the Shocking Divine Thorn has reached the state of water milling, unless it is my soul that has risen sharply in a short period of time to drive the cultivation speed of the Amazing Divine Thorn. ”

"But my soul has reached its limit, if I continue to fuse without brains, I will definitely become a monster, and it seems that I will not be able to enter the spirit world for a short time. After twenty weeks of cultivation, Yang Ming slowly opened his eyes and found that the muffled thunder in the sky had long since disappeared, and even the chirping of insects had disappeared.

"It's strange, it was common sense that the insects didn't call the thunder before, but the rain in June came and went quickly, and as soon as the thundershower passed, the insects kept ringing like a party, why is it silent now?" Yang Ming carefully opened the car window, the bonfire went out, and the footsteps of the patrol disappeared, except for the occasional snoring, the murmur was silent.

Yang Ming faintly felt the crisis.

"Enemy attack, enemy ...... Raid. Suddenly, a bloodied man ran in the distance, screaming as he ran.

This person Yang Ming knows, isn't he the squad leader who leads this army?

The resting soldiers opened their eyes one after another, and then picked up the weapons next to them, showing their well-trained side.

"There are enemies. The squad leader shouted: "Form a formation and protect Your Highness." ”

The only surviving soldiers centered on the carriage and surrounded Yang Mingtuan in the center.

Luo Feng woke up like a dream, he was shocked, he didn't care about wiping off the corners of his mouth, and asked about the situation in a panic.

"We were ambushed, and all the brothers who were on patrol in the middle of the night were dead. The team leader choked up, and tears rolled down his eyes.

"Ambush, enemy, how is it possible, we have just left the imperial capital, even if someone really wants to murder His Highness, it is too fast to do it now, wouldn't it be better to do it when we have traveled a long way and are about to reach the Divine Clearance?" Luo Feng asked in disbelief.

is still in the land of Sui, if the eldest prince has three longs and two shorts, he doesn't want to live.

"I fucking want to know. The squad leader shouted, wiping the blood from his face, his eyes like a wolf, and observing his surroundings.

Luo Feng was speechless for a while.

"Okay, the other party's idea is that we are still in the territory of the Sui State, so we relaxed our vigilance, took it by surprise, and launched a thunderous blow. Yang Ming patted Luo Feng on the shoulder and motioned to the other party not to distract the team leader.

"Your Highness, aren't you afraid?" Luo Feng looked at Yang Ming's side face and said incoherently: "The other party is here to kill you." ”

On Yang Ming's face, Luo Feng didn't see a trace of fear and fear, but a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had long guessed that there would be such a thing.

Is this still a wasted prince? This is not comparable to the stability of many officials in the court.

"With so many soldiers sacrificing their lives to protect, what am I afraid of?" Yang Ming said loudly, fully boosting the morale of the soldiers.

Sure enough, as Yang Ming's words came out, the soldiers who were originally nervous raised their heads one after another, and they were honored.

"In my Sui country, there are only men who die standing up, and there are no cowards who live on their knees. ”

"Bring a knife. Under Luo Feng's frightened gaze, Yang Ming picked up a machete and stood with the soldiers.

Yang Ming's actions were also a last resort.

Because in the dark, there are more shadows, not to mention hundreds of people, among which there are also horses' hooves, indicating that there are cavalry on the other side.

On his own side, the first fifty patrolling soldiers disappeared for no reason, and only the remaining fifty soldiers were able to fight the enemy, although they were all veterans of a hundred battles, and one was not a problem against three or five recruits, but the number was too small after all.

If it does not encourage and improve the morale of the soldiers, it will not last long, which is also the reason why Yang Ming dragged his half-ruined physique and charged into battle with a knife.

The speed of the carriage alone could not outrun the cavalry.

Seeing that even the prince, who was known as a wasted man, gave up his life to accompany him, and the soldiers screamed one by one as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.