Eye of Destiny

Seeing this scene, Master Minghua raised the corner of his mouth and revealed a smile: "I got it!"

The black-clothed assassin was named Black Blade, and he was a top assassin trained by Shangyang Palace. Master Minghua cooperated with him and had already assassinated countless powerful enemies in Shangyang Palace. This time, no exception!

when!

There was a sound of metal clashing, and the black-bladed fine steel long sword pierced the skin of Wang Chu's heart, which was blocked by the skin forcibly!

"how can that be?"

Master Minghua was dumbfounded, with an incredulous expression on his face.

"It's good that you were able to stab me! In return, I'll give you a death sentence!"

Wang Chu's eyes were cold, and he grabbed Hei Ren's neck with his probing claws. With a random pull, he tore off Hei Ren's head and threw it aside at will.

Immortal Minghua's face suddenly changed, and with a wave of his hand, a dozen white **** fell to the ground, exploded, and turned into a large cloud of white mist, covering everything around them.

Under the cover of the white mist, Master Minghua waved his hand and released a white paper crane. With a flash of light, the white paper crane turned into a huge crane and flew under Master Minghua.

"Gongsun Wuhen has cultivated his body to the point of steel and iron, but he is a general who can be defeated by thousands of people! Only the Palace Master himself can kill him!"

Immortal Minghua jumped onto the huge crane, with ripples in his heart, he rode the crane and flew towards the sky.

"Leave it to me!"

A big hand stretched out from the white mist, grabbed the real man Minghua, threw it hard, and smashed the real man Minghua to the ground.

Daoist Minghua spat out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs were shattered, and he turned into a corpse with no breath.

"How weak! Let me see how the extraordinary power of this world can be cultivated!"

Wang Chu opened his eyes of fate at once, and began to peek into the past of Master Minghua.

"Shangyang Lingyun Technique! An extraordinary spell that draws on luck to practice! Shangyang Zhenjun of Shangyang Palace, as the national teacher of the Great Yan Kingdom, draws on the national fortune of the Great Yan Kingdom to practice. The stronger the Great Yan Kingdom, the stronger it is. The stronger his cultivation speed, the stronger he will be. The weakening of the Great Yan Kingdom will also affect him and make him weaker."

"The Shaman Temple of the Barbarian Empire and the Qijue Holy Palace of Daxing Kingdom are extraordinary organizations that learn from the fortunes of various countries for cultivation."

"However, the restrictions on extraordinary power in this real world are too severe. The only strong people who can fly into the sky and escape from the earth are the top ten masters such as Shangyang Zhenjun, the Great Shaman of the Wild Wolf Empire, and Qijue Zhenjun of Qijue Sacred Palace. They are also the top powerhouses in this world."

After Wang Chu got the Shangyang Lingyun technique, he no longer had the heart to meet Meng Qingmeng and everyone, so he rode his horse and galloped towards the barracks.

The 4,000 soldiers in that barracks are undergoing high-intensity training every day, and they have also practiced the incomparably superb martial art of Xionghu Exercise. The frontier army has already far surpassed the ordinary government army of the Great Yan Kingdom.

after one day.

Wang Chu opened his eyes, with ecstasy flashing in his eyes: "Shangyang Lingyun is indeed the key to the extraordinary power of this world. A little practice will break the limit of this body."

Originally, Wang Chu's Xionghu exercise skills had been cultivated to the limit, and it was almost impossible to go further. However, after practicing the Shangyang Spiritual Technique, he extracted a trace of luck according to the records of the Shangyang Spiritual Technique and transformed it into Qiyun spiritual power, and then used that Qi luck and spiritual power to nourish himself, and finally improved his physical cultivation. a trace.

"According to the records of Shangyang Lingyun, everyone has their own luck. But personal luck is limited. If you extract your own luck to practice, your luck will soon be exhausted. If you don't die, you will be very unlucky, and it is difficult to achieve great achievements."

"A person has luck, a power, and a country also has luck. A powerful force and a country with strong luck, as long as it draws in a certain amount and does not absorb the country's luck too much, it will not have much impact on the entire country."

"This is why the most powerful supernatural forces, such as the Shangyang Palace, the Shaman Temple, and the Qijue Holy Palace, are all attached to the Three Great Empires."

"The spiritual power of luck obtained through the cultivation of luck through spiritual luck can surge to prolong life, improve one's cultivation level, improve physical fitness, or perform extremely powerful luck and spirituality."

"However, performing all kinds of extremely powerful luck magic will consume a lot of luck spiritual power."

"With the strength of Shangyang Zhenjun, Qijue Zhenjun, and the great shaman, each of them can destroy a rebel army of 10,000 people alone. But in that way, their luck and spiritual power will be exhausted. They won't be able to recover their full strength for years, and may even fall due to the exhaustion of luck and spiritual power. After all, their real ages are not young."

Wang Chu analyzed the memory of real Minghua and figured out what he should do next.

If Shangyang Zhenjun came in person, Wang Chu could only command his subordinates and fight with Shangyang Zhenjun.

However, if Wang Chu loses once, he can quickly make a comeback. After all, the officials of Dayan Kingdom are corrupt, and the image of doom has already appeared.

But once Shangyang Zhenjun and Wang Chu are both injured, it will be difficult to recover for a few years. If the enemy comes to the door, they can only wait for death. The Qijue Zhenjun and the Great Shaman will not let him go.

A cold light flashed in Wang Chu's eyes: "These luck and spiritual power cannot be used to strengthen the body for the time being! The top priority is to deal with the Xiaolong army! If I can subdue this army! It will be like adding wings to a tiger, and the whole Mingzhou is in my pocket~www .wuxiaspot.com~ On the official road leading to Xinyuefu, one of the six prefectures of Mingzhou, 10,000 cavalry were galloping, and there was a burst of smoke and dust on the official road.

At the front of the 10,000 cavalry was a two-meter-tall general wearing black armor and carrying a long spear, with several scars on his face. This general is Xiaolong General Kou Tian, ​​the commander of the Xiaolong Army.

Kou Tian is also one of the top famous generals in Dayan Kingdom. He has led the 10,000 Xiaolong army to suppress more than a dozen rebels. Half of the Eighteenth Route Anti-kings in Youzhou were defeated by him.

It's just that the officials of the Great Yan Kingdom are corrupt, and every time Kou Tian defeats a rebel, five or six rebels will emerge. Those anti-kings defeated by him will also absorb refugees, reorganize the rebel army, and fight him.

Kou Tian laughed loudly and said: "Erlangs! After the rebel army Gongsun Wuhen is wiped out, everyone can rest in Mingzhou for a while, relax and have a good time! Erlangs, work harder, and wipe out together with me Gongsun Wuhen!"

A Xiaolong army general laughed and said: "Gongsun Wuhen is just a dude in the imperial capital! If he can occupy the Jinhua Mansion, it is Jinhua Mansion's incompetence! Under the leadership of the general this time, we will definitely be able to wipe out Gongsun!" No trace, just relax!"