I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 31 Are you ready?

At this moment, a long spear appeared, like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, blocking Yang Hongdao and others.

"A hundred birds pay homage to the phoenix!"

The tip of the gun trembled, and thousands of cold rays burst out, turning into a phoenix, spreading its wings and soaring.

The fierce sandstorm could not even advance an inch under the influence of this phoenix.

"Hurry up and leave!"

Zhang Guo picked up Gao Hongde, whose life or death was unknown.

Yang Hongdao threw out a golden calligraphy piece.

Several people took the opportunity to follow Kuangsha and rushed out of the Tower of Babel.

Dugu Luoren was buried under the yellow sand.

There was no trace of Yuwen Hongren's body left.

Boom!

The second silver lightning fell.

Without Wen Bao's obstruction, the powerful thunder tore the sand scroll apart like tearing cloth.

puff!
Qi Mengqi's mouth was red, and Prince Longyang rolled over and got up, carrying Qi Mengqi on his back and running away in panic.

Ding Yin's clothes were torn, and Di Ming's right leg was gone.

"Brother Ding, I'm leaving my sister in your care!"

Ding Yin was not willing to listen to Di Ming's nagging. He just stood up and prepared to carry the other person on his back.

Di Ming laughed bitterly and pointed at his chest.

There was a feather stuck there at this moment.

Ding Yin's pupils shrank as he recognized the owner of the feather.

"Yang Yong, today's revenge will be avenged tomorrow!"

He tore off Di Ming's sleeves and chased after Long Yang and Qi Meng without looking back.

As for the Du brothers, they had already become nourishment for the Emperor Taiyi.

"Pooh!"

Yang Yong ran out covered in dust, carrying his good sister Yang Ning on his back.

"Qi Mengqi is really stupid."

"He was actually willing to sacrifice his own path in exchange for Long Yang's life."

"He is a being who has the potential to achieve the sixth level of transformation into a god."

"Using only seven mediocre people to replace such a genius, I've made a fortune this time!"

He whispered softly, a smug look on his face.

Unfortunately, no one could hear it except the unconscious Yang Ning.

If the Yang State government knew that their prince was such a person.

I'm afraid the old emperor would wake up laughing in his dreams.

As Long Yang and the other two were running, they spotted a proud figure standing there with a gun.

He held his spear in front of him, blocking the three men's path.

"Your Highness, my Majesty invites you."

"I hope Your Highness the Crown Prince will not make things difficult for me!"

After these words were spoken, Prince Longyang was still a little confused.

Ding Yin recognized the other person.

"Are you the Commander of the Bashu Imperial Army, Chang Yun?"

Although the opponent was not wearing silver armor, the silver spear in his hand was extremely eye-catching.

"Since you recognize me, Your Highness, please follow me!"

"If Your Highness does anything out of line, I will be unable to explain to His Majesty!"

Prince Longyang was exhausted.

He just tried to save Qi Mengqi's life.

Blocked some of the violent power of the heavenly thunder.

Tongtian Palace was damaged and cracked, and it no longer had the strength to fight.

If not, why would he be humiliated by the young player in front of him?

Spiritual power gathered from Ding Yin's mouth, and the sound spread for hundreds of miles.

"Don't panic, Your Highness!"

"Didn't the three people from Cangwu Daoyuan who we left behind be the ones to guard our rear and support us?"

"If the three of them are not dead, now would be a good time to rescue you!"

His voice was exceptionally loud.

Even though Feng Xuan and the other two were being chased by Yang Hongdao and Zhang Guo several miles away, they could hear it clearly.

The warm cloth on Feng Xuan's back tightly gripped Feng Xuan's shoulders.

Want to say something.

Feng Xuan spoke first: "Two senior brothers, have you ever read the Art of War?"

Wen Bu aspired to become a general, so he was naturally well-versed in military books.

Nie Wenyuan also has ambitions.

Feng Xuan asked again: "If one pursues advantage after a hundred miles, the general will be defeated; if one pursues advantage after fifty miles, half of the army will arrive."

"How do you explain this kind of military strategy?"

Nie Wenyuan thought for a moment and understood what Feng Xuan meant. However, Wen Bu still held Feng Xuan's shoulders tightly, with such force that he almost scratched several bloody wounds.

"Brother Wen, if we go to rescue the emperor now, it would be like rushing a hundred miles just to get reinforcements."

"Only if we survive can we hope to save them."

"Look at the road we are walking on. Does it look familiar?"

Wenbu's eyelids were swollen and he squinted a little.

I saw the potholes under my feet.

He grinned, his face covered in blood foam: "I'll...I'll leave it to you!"

After saying this, he fainted again, and his breath became extremely weak.

Yang Hongdao took a colorful pill to replenish the talent that was almost exhausted in his body.

He and Zhang Guo took turns performing marching poems.

He chased the three people closely.

"Wenbu is seriously injured. As long as we catch up with them, we can kill Wenbu."

"Sacrificing so many people is not a sin, but a great achievement!"

Zhang Guo was not stupid, so he naturally understood the reason.

Beigong Boyu, Qi Mengqi and Wen Bu are the most outstanding immortal seedlings in Cangwu Taoist Academy.

He is also one of the top talents in Jiang State.

The Confucianism of the Yang State taught everyone without distinction and was full of talented people.

Although talent is also important, those with mediocre talent can succeed as long as they are willing to work hard and study.

Still can make certain achievements in the study of classics.

The threshold for Taoism in Jiang State is much higher. Without the meridian-opening pill, it is almost impossible to open the Taoist meridians.

If you cannot recognize your own heart, you will not be able to establish the Tongtian Palace.

He was inspired and recited the poem off the cuff.

"The iron armor rushed through the siege and fought a hundred battles in sorrow, the lonely city alone stood against Dayangtai."

"The blood of the Tiger Guards dyed the moon of Qi County, can it illuminate the brocade cables of the dragon boats?"

In Zhang Guo's poems, brilliant talent turns into a brocade rope, wrapped around a warm cloth.

Attack the enemy and save him!
Nie Wenyuan was well prepared and took out the knife bag on his back for the first time.

It was a flying knife as sharp as a willow leaf.

The knife flashed like a bolt of lightning through the air.

Before Zhang Guo could react, blood was already flowing from his wrist.

Wenbu woke up again at some point and sneered weakly.

"Wenyuan, you haven't practiced for a few days."

"Why are your knife-throwing skills getting weaker?"

"Do you want me to teach you a lesson?"

Nie Wenyuan once again had a willow-leaf flying knife in his hand.

He glanced at Wenbu with a half-smile.

"Xiao Wen, are you planning to feel the sensation of having your body penetrated again?"

Wenbu curled his lips and closed them immediately.

Zhang Guo, who was chasing closely, covered his injured wrist and saw the flying knife in Nie Wenyuan's hand again.

There was some hesitation in my heart, and my speed became slower and slower.

Feng Xuan looked at Nie Wenyuan: "Brother Nie, can I also learn this secret technique?"

Nie Wenyuan nodded and then shook his head: "You probably can't use a flying knife."

Feng Xuan was a little disappointed when he heard this.

But Nie Wenyuan spoke again: "But perhaps, you can perform the secret technique of flying sword."

Feng Xuan's eyes lit up, and he planned to ask Nie Wenyuan for advice again.

Wenbu's weak voice interrupted their conversation.

"Wenyuan, Xuanzi, are you ready?"

"I've been fed up with this bunch of corrupt scholars for a long time."

"We must get rid of them this time."

Nie Wenyuan gently reminded: "Don't underestimate Yang Hongdao, he is the nephew of Emperor Yang."

"No one knows how many cultural treasures he still has."

At the same time, Yang Hongdao also gave Zhang Guo instructions.

"Nie Wenyuan just launched a sword strike, and his aura has weakened significantly."

"In such a short time, there is absolutely no way I can deliver a second blow."

"The more powerful the skill, the greater the price to pay."

Zhang Guo summoned the brocade rope again and wrapped it around Wen Bu.

The brocade rope was flying in the air, about to catch Wenbu.

But suddenly it broke apart and shattered into several pieces.

"After chasing you for so long, it's time to let you feel what despair is!"

"Get into formation!"

(End of this chapter)