"Is this the original version of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, the cultivation speed is so fast?"

"At this rate, you can reach the third-order martial artist within two months, and the foundation building period!"

Tatsuno muttered in surprise.

In his previous life, although he also practiced eight or nine Xuangong, it was explained by Tang Weimin at that time, which is completely different from the current direct understanding of the original text.

"And when I first entered the time, I felt that the speed of absorbing Lingqi suddenly accelerated," Tatsuno set his eyes on the Erlang God Statue, thoughtfully, "Heaven and Earth Spirit Objects have similar benefits for cultivation, and it must be the role played by this God Statue." ”

Tatsuno stood up, put away the idol, and threw a fist right in front of him.

The wind spread, and the sound was loud in the silent tunnel.

"Good." Tatsuno felt the familiar sense of power and continued to walk forward.

As he walked, he recalled the battle memories and experiences of his previous life, and his eyes became more and more restrained and deep.

I don't know how long I walked, but the space in front of the tunnel suddenly became spacious, and the lights became extremely bright.

An upward staircase emerges.

The staircase is about three meters wide, brand new, and covered with strange Great Xia runes.

"Here we are." Tatsuno took a deep breath.

According to the memory, walking out of the tunnel is a dilapidated Erlang Temple, which is the secret stronghold of the guerrillas of the Great Xia Divine Guard, where the guerrillas rest, recuperate and discuss important matters in peacetime.

"The guerrillas began to grow after Jiangbei City was attacked by demons, because after that, Captain Tang Weimin inherited the divine power of Erlang God and re-commanded the guerrillas, so now, the guerrillas should be the weakest time, at this time, the Great Xia Divine Guard Army has not really been established."

Tatsuno thought quietly, and had a plan in mind.

"In other words, what I want to do is to first stabilize the situation, and then strengthen the guerrillas, in the hope of being able to protect the people as much as possible in the demonic tide in a year's time."

Tatsuno walked up the stairs, and at his feet, the ancient runes and civilizations were intertwined, extending upwards with Tatsuno's footsteps to the very top.

Crunch!

There seems to be a mechanism to touch.

Tatsuno held the cold slate at the top with his hand, lifted it up, moved it out of the way, and drilled out.

A guerrilla stronghold, ruined Erlang Temple.

From the outside, the temple sits in a zigzag layout in an overgrown dead woods, with most of the rooms collapsed and some buried in the earth.

The temple has no idols, and the broken discs outside bear the signs of age.

In the shabby and dilapidated main hall, dozens of people in coarse cloth clothes sit.

There seemed to be someone in front of them who was arguing fiercely about something, and they were red-faced.

"We can't die anymore, we must surrender now!" A middle-aged, bald man yelled as he slapped the table.

His words caused an uproar.

"Surrender!"

The guerrillas were shocked!

After decades of hard work in the wilderness and the death of thousands of brothers and sisters, have they now come to the point of surrender?!

"Absolutely not!" Someone said it categorically.

It was a burly man with a huge machete on his back, with dark skin and scars from battle on his shoulders and wrists.

"Entrance, you're embarrassed to speak, you commanded the sneak attack on the Angel Divine Guard half a month ago, and as a result, more than 20 of us died!" A heavy sneer appeared on the middle-aged man's face, "Ten years ago, it was a mistake for Tang Weimin to appoint you as the commander-in-chief of the guerrillas!" ”

"Don't you say that, Brother Xuanguan!" A girl with black-rimmed glasses and fiery red hair with heavy dust stood up and retorted in a crisp voice.

"Huo'er," the middle-aged man sneered and said disdainfully, "I know you don't know anything, only know how to protect the entrance, but you can always see our suffering in the past ten years, right?" Under the leadership of your kind big brother Xuanguan, we have been sharply reduced from more than 1,000 people at the peak to dozens now, the weapons are gone, the grain depot is gone, and the passage connecting with Jiangbei City is gone, leaving this broken temple and dozens of broken guns! ”

Huo'er's face turned red when he was said.

She really didn't understand much, but she felt that it wasn't the fault of Brother Xuanguan.

Ten years after Tang Weimin was arrested, Brother Xuanguan served as the captain and worked hard to support the guerrillas, although the record was not good, but every time he faced the encirclement and suppression of ten times the strength of the Angel Divine Guard, and the equipment of the two sides was more than one grade behind, who would win this kind of battle? !

"Nothing more?" The middle-aged man sneered, turned to face the last dozens of members of the guerrillas, and said, "If you want to surrender with me for your life, we heard the propaganda of the Divine Guard a few days ago, surrender and don't kill!" ”

Everyone looked at each other and talked in low voices.

Most of them were scrawny, their old black clothes were full of holes, and the weapons in their hands were machetes and spears with gaps in addition to old rifles made decades ago.

Such a team is indeed on the verge of collapse.

"Brothers, after more than ten years or even decades of fighting, what have we gained? What else is there but the dead, apart from the lack of medical care and medicine?! The middle-aged man poured another fire, he was very excited, because he would inevitably receive a rich reward from the Angel Temple if he surrendered with so many people, "When did the Great Xia God we believe in appear?" In my opinion, maybe people are right, our Great Xia gods are the gods of sin! ”

The last sentence shocked the tiger body in the entrance, but he sadly found that the middle-aged man's words did not arouse everyone's questioning.

In the past, this kind of confidence-destroying and self-denying words would have been resolutely opposed!

But now, no one refutes it......

Despair pervaded, and the entrance felt the once firm faith of the guerrillas crumble like a broken mountain.

"Brother Xuanguan......" Huo'er bit her red lips with her teeth, and her eyes moistened.

She didn't know how to deal with the current situation, and she didn't know how to do it, was the guerrilla really going to be completely disbanded?

This is Tang Weimin's decades of hard work, and it is also the hope of Great Xia!

"I can't watch the partisans disband!" The hand in the entrance creaked, and he wanted to rush up and knock down the incendiary middle-aged man, but the man was the one who created the guerrilla group with Tang Weimin, and his prestige was not weaker than his own.

Beating him will only make the players more disgusted with themselves and want to flee more.

"Brothers," the entrance spoke, he looked at everyone, and said emotionally, "Let's persist in persevering, we have come over for decades, as long as we endure it a little longer, and survive until Captain Tang Weimin is released from prison, we still have hope!" ”

When everyone heard Tang Weimin's three words, their eyes fluctuated slightly.

No one can forget the name.

Don for the people!

Thirty years ago, he created a guerrilla army, adopted orphans and criminals who had been exiled to the wilderness, and groomed them into strong warriors who could survive in the wilderness!

He firmly believed in the gods of Great Xia, and once led the guerrillas to raid the Angel Divine Guard, clear the demons and monsters, and once alarmed the Angel Temple in Jiangbei City.

Ten years ago, however, he was arrested, and since then, the guerrillas have lost their strong command, have been defeated repeatedly, and have gradually declined.

Today, the guerrillas have only twenty-four people, weak in faith, poor in combat effectiveness, and on the verge of collapse.

"Hehe, Tang Weimin ......," the middle-aged man sneered, "I see, there has been no news of him for so many years, he will either die, or take refuge in the Angel Temple to enjoy happiness, so he won't care about our life or death!" ”

"You!" The entrance was furious, rushed to the middle-aged man's side, and raised his fist, "You actually insulted Captain Tang so much!" ”

The middle-aged man was startled and instinctively took a step back, but he saw that the fist in the entrance was frozen in the air, unable to fall for a long time.

Seeing this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes, and threatened with a sneer: "Xuanguan, you dare to hit me?!" I am the founder of the guerrilla group that I founded with Tang Weimin, and I am your elder, do you want to commit the next offense!? ”

The corners of the entrance's mouth twitched a few times, and he lowered his fist.

He is not good at words, and he knows that he can't speak a middle-aged man.

The hallway turned in silence and looked at the team.

The expressions of the team members are different, there are pity, reluctance, and hesitation, but the common thing is deep tiredness and the meaning of departure in their eyes.

Ten years, they have held out long enough.

Now that the situation is so precarious, forcing them to stay in the guerrillas to carry out their duties is to send them to their deaths......

The entrance stared at everyone and felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

Suddenly, he clenched his fists and slowly bent his knees.

"Brothers, please hold on to ......"