Chapter 105 Going Home

Style: Fantasy Author: Yueba MuyiWords: 3037Update Time: 24/01/18 18:18:42
"Welcome the Divine Lord!" Nine voices said in unison. These are the nine strongest combat powers of the Divine Sect, the Nine Lords, including Emperor Meng and Feng Changsheng.

"Do you have anything that needs to be reported?" The Divine Lord asked the nine people in front of him in a calm tone, but the Divine Lord was never seen, as if he was talking to these nine people through a thousand-mile voice transmission.

Emperor Meng's eyes flickered for a moment, but he still said: "Returning to the Lord God, the plan to control the Green Wood Sect has failed."

"Oh, it's a failure. Anyway, whether I control the Green Wood Sect has little impact on me. It's just a pity that the Holy Spirit Spring is a pity. If I can get the healing power of the Holy Spirit Spring, I will be more confident about hitting the Myriad Transformation Realm. "

After hearing the bad news reported by Emperor Meng, the Lord's mood remained calm, as if he was hearing a trivial matter. Yes, he already has the strength of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, but he has used some means to hide it from the laws of heaven and earth on Dorag Star and stay. If he takes action, he may be noticed by the laws of heaven and earth, and he cannot continue to stay. , so the plans were implemented by his Nine Lords, and he observed the implementation of the plans behind the scenes.

Meng Dijun breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that the Divine Lord did not blame herself, but the next moment her face froze, and she only heard the Divine Lord say slowly: "Meng Dijun, I can spare your life, but the failure of the plan will be your fault. The reason is that you are incompetent in doing things. The death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty is inevitable, so I will punish you by accepting the punishment of ghost bite."

As soon as he finished speaking, a tiny ray of light came from the depths of the palace. If you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't be able to spot the existence of the light. The light fell on Meng Dijun's forehead. The latter immediately held his head and screamed in pain. The terrifying The cry caused cold sweat to break out on the backs of the other eight people. It could make a strong man with a perfect white soul scream so miserably. This shows how painful the torture of the ghost bite is!

The shouting lasted for ten minutes before it stopped. Emperor Meng's eyes were red and he sat on the ground with his hair disheveled, like a fierce ghost. Her mouth was constantly panting, her body was still shaking uncontrollably, and her breath was already sluggish. She was probably given the choice between the bite of the ghost and the battle with the other eight people, and she would choose the second option without hesitation. .

"Is there anything else you want to report?"

The Divine Master asked again. This time it was Feng Changsheng's turn to hesitate. If he reported Yang Ming's matter, would he be like Meng Dijun?

The God Lord saw Feng Changsheng's struggling heart and said to the latter: "Feng Changsheng, you seem to be in trouble?"

Feng Changsheng was named by the God Lord, and he kept sweating on his head. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and report: "Reporting to the God Lord, my men found a young man in Iron Fire City. He only has the strength of the Black Soul level, but he can leapfrog challenges. It seems that he can still He can use magic elements with several attributes, and he is no match for me when I use my split soul to remotely enhance the strength of my men."

After saying that, he lowered his head and waited for the Lord of God to respond, but there was no response from the Lord of God, and Feng Changsheng never dared to raise his head.

"Oh, it still showed up."

A long sigh came from the depths of the palace, and then, an illusory figure appeared in front of Feng Changsheng like a ghost, frightening the latter so much that he collapsed on the ground and even stopped breathing involuntarily.

The God Lord looked at the other eight people around him, and then said to himself: "That boy, I estimate that he is the last generation of Chaos Dragon Body. I am issuing an order now. You must bring this boy to me. It's done. Otherwise, I will directly upgrade his realm to the realm of spiritual transformation and reward him with a spiritual weapon."

"yes!"

The Nine Lords immediately and respectfully agreed, and then the Divine Lord disappeared, as if he had never appeared before.

Yang Ming, who was far away in Iron Fire City, didn't know that he had been targeted by the God Lord. He was preparing to go back to the Wind and Thunder Sector to complete his mission of recognizing his ancestors.

"Master Yang Ming, are you really leaving?" Shan Liwen stood at the main gate of Iron Fire City and said to Yang Ming.

"Now that the Chaos Chamber of Commerce has no way to provide magic weapons, Wanjinhang will not be crushed by it for the time being. It is time for me to complete my own affairs. This matter should have been completed more than a year ago. Please don’t keep me here anymore.”

Yang Ming has made up his mind. Now he has the strength to complete the tasks assigned to him by his mother. When he thinks of his mother, he feels anxious in his heart. He is thirteen years old this year, and it has been thirteen years since he left his mother. , who had never felt maternal love, once thought that he was abandoned. Although Yang Ming never said it, his heart ached when he saw other friends being taken care of by their parents since he was a child.

But everything changed in an accident two years ago. He unexpectedly discovered that he was not abandoned. He also had parents. His mother loved him to the point of giving her life. If it weren't for Shenzong's attack, he would not be living outside. After so many years, that's why Yang Ming hated Shenzong so much.

Seeing Yang Ming's clenched fists, Shan Liwen also sighed. Although the former never mentioned his life experience, he also made some insinuations to learn about the situation. This seemingly harmless and cheerful boy had always had a vacancy in his heart. of.

Although Shan Liwen regards Yang Ming as his master, when the two get along, it is more like the pattern of elders and juniors. In a sense, Shan Liwen regards Yang Ming as his grandson.

"Now that you have made up your mind, Master Yang Ming, I can no longer keep you. I will take care of Wan Jinxing's affairs. I am also a worshiper of Wan Jinxing. I wish you a safe journey and can reunite with your parents soon." , feel free to go!" Shan Liwen said to Yang Ming.

"I feel relieved that Mr. Shan is here, then I'm leaving." Yang Ming said goodbye to Shan Liwen, jumped up, and flew towards the east where the Fenglei Plate is located.



The wind whistled past his ears, and Yang Ming's heart beat faster and faster as he got closer to the Purple Dragon Palace in the Wind and Thunder Plate...

After seven days of traveling, Yang Ming has approached the Zuojiao Peak where the Purple Dragon Palace is located. The terrain here is similar to that of the Qingfeng Palace. Both are built on a towering mountain peak. The two places face each other far away, as if they are on top of a dragon's head. Because of the two sharp corners, the world calls the peak where Zilong Temple is located Zuojiao Peak, and the peak where Qingfeng Temple is located is called Right Horn Peak.

Yang Ming did not fly directly to the Purple Dragon Palace, but landed in Zuojiao City, a few miles away from Zuojiao Peak. The reason why he did not fly directly up the mountain was that he wanted to walk up the mountain step by step on his own feet. As the saying goes He was timid when approaching the countryside, so walking gave him more time to mentally prepare himself.

Landing outside Zuojiao City, Yang Ming successfully passed the city gate. Just when he wanted to find out where there was a restaurant to comfort himself at the Five Zang Temple, he heard passers-by talking about the situation of the Purple Dragon Palace.

"Hey, you know, I heard that the Chaos Chamber of Commerce was refused cooperation by the Blacksmiths Association a few days ago."

"Who doesn't know this? Why are you talking about this now? You don't know this only now, right?"

"Of course not. What I'm talking about is the countermeasures of the Chaos Chamber of Commerce. With their astonishing wealth, they wantonly acquired mines for forging materials and cut off the supply chain of the Blacksmiths Association."

"Isn't that right? Is the Chaos Merchant Guild so rich? Can he do such harming things?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, don't you think that the Chaos Chamber of Commerce is supported by the Chaos God's Cult. What kind of force is the Chaos God's Cult? Being able to spread churches across the entire continent proves their financial resources."

"And I also heard that the Chaos Chamber of Commerce has sent people to the Purple Dragon Palace to purchase the mineral veins within its jurisdiction."

"Purple Dragon Palace can't be sold, right?"

"They won't sell it when it's their turn. I heard that there are three white soul demon warriors in the Chaos Chamber of Commerce's acquisition team. The rest are all black soul demon warriors, and there is not a single purple soul demon warrior."

"It turned out to be the White Soul Powerhouse that Shenlong has seen but never seen. There are still three of them. Such a lineup is enough to defeat the Purple Dragon Palace. This time the Purple Dragon Palace is really in danger. Let's see if it can withstand the Chaos Chamber of Commerce. Team, otherwise this Zuojiao City will change hands..."

When Yang Ming heard this conversation, he had no intention of eating and immediately asked these two people when the Chaos Chamber of Commerce team passed through Zuojiao City.

The reply he got made his heart sink. It had actually been a day. With the footsteps of the Black Soul Demon Warrior, he could fly from Zuojiao City to Zuojiao Peak in less than an hour. Even if the team had a large number of people, the speed was not fast. , it only takes half a day at most.

Yang Ming immediately jumped up and scared a group of passers-by. He couldn't care less and rushed to the Purple Dragon Palace at full speed.

"Palace Master Yang, I have given you one night to think about it. I don't know how to think about it. Should I sell it or not?"

In the main hall, a tall, majestic middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes was sitting on the main seat with a frown on his face. This man was Yang Ming's father, Yang Yongxin. He was thinking about a difficult decision, and from time to time he looked at the three old men in white robes sitting to his left.

These three white-robed old men were the three white soul demon warriors who came to purchase the mineral veins of the Purple Dragon Palace from the Chaos Chamber of Commerce. Behind them stood a row of black-robed guards, the number of whom seemed to be about fifty.

The question just now was raised by the old man sitting in the first place. He is the main person in charge of this acquisition, Wu Tianguang. His strength is at the intermediate level of White Soul. The remaining two old men in white robes were both his brothers, Wu Wenchao and Wu Libin, both of whom were at the primary level of White Soul, and the three of them were all brothers.

"Yes, Palace Master Yang, don't waste everyone's time. Isn't it just a matter of words whether to sell it or not?"

Wu Wenchao looked at Yang Yongxin with a half-smile and said, but his heart was not as friendly as on the surface. He kept exchanging glances with the other two brothers. The auras on the three of them were reserved and silent, as if they had not reached an agreement immediately. Falling out ruthlessly.

The elders of the Purple Dragon Palace were sitting on the right hand side of Yang Yongxin. They were stared at by the three Wu brothers and they dared not speak in anger. They all only had the strength of the Black Soul, and were no match for the three of them. They could only squeeze the armrests of the chairs to make a creaking sound. The elders looked at the three people with eyes full of unwillingness and anger.