Overgod Ascension

“Goro! Wake up! ”

Wu Ming went out of the merchant's door and saw Goro, who fell asleep on one side. He couldn't help but be extremely silent and kicked forward.

“Ah! I'm so sorry, my lord! ”

Goro rose red-handed and bowed deeply.

“Well... go find a hotel to stay in, then we'll have another big meal and you can leave...”

Wu Ming said casually and immediately saw Goro's dark eyes.

But there's not much to say.

After all, at his age, he missed the best time to practice. The next correction will necessarily take more effort. Wu Ming wants to find some followers, but it doesn't mean anything. This expense is too out of proportion to the gain.

“The Yamada family in Numada City? ”

At this time, looking at the heavenly guardian court in the center of the city, Wu Minghui's corner of mouth revealed a slight smile.

According to this statement, those who are more than 10,000 stones tall and build a city pool to control a city and a country can be called famous.

This Yamada 12,000 stone height represents a force that can mobilize about 1,000 troops, and there are 20 to 50 more samurai, which is indeed a significant force in the cloud.

Too bad...

“An ordinary army, a thousand soldiers is a thousand lights, an ordinary peasant, is really not worth expecting... the real power, or the dozens of samurai... is even worse than the superficial strength of the royal family in Chufeng County before...”

Fifty samurai, representing fifty elite tooth soldiers, and perhaps a horse with a bow, if the plains were to break out, surrounded by this army, would naturally be a dead end.

But Wu Ming has only one person, using complex terrain to fight guerrillas, killing as light as mowing grass, can even destroy the samurai individually.

Needless to say, does Yamada Tiger Sheng really want to spend all his money just to surround a wanderer?

So the previous liquor duel is actually over.

This can be seen from Takachan Naito as the merchant of Yamada Tiger Sheng.

“My dignity, not the privilege of a samurai, is in this sword...”

Wu Mingwang looked at the samurai knife on his waist, and Guan Er smiled.

Now he, even if he has no name, is confident enough to invest in the world, and depends on his own strength! Or... shipping!

Fate is empty, external transport is like no roots, only internal transport is truly in control, true and unwavering power!

Despite some disappointment, when Goro did his job well.

Wu Ming is not bad money, and naturally stays in the best room.

In fact, the life of the wanderer and the wild samurai is very hard, the morning is unsafe, the meal is only normal, by winter, even freezing and starving to death a lot, but Wu Ming naturally will not abuse herself, with the black bear skin sold for 30 strands of money, everything is for the best.

Soon, there was a message of a powerful samurai staying in the hotel, and it came out, and the resulting sense of security attracted more guests, making the owner's mother smile.

Time for the night.

After rejecting the boss's full of hints and even simply an explicit invitation from Fenglu, Wu Mingdi sat on his knees on the tatami with a pearl in his hand and a bright white light outside.

“This is with Hou Ju… after drawing on the essence of the Bass Snake, it seems to have changed slightly! ”

After serving as Emperor Dongyue, Wu Ming naturally knew what attracted Hou Zhu among the monarch palaces of the original capital!

“The ancient beast... the serpent? By the way, although this bead is a dragon ball, it is also serpentine...”

Wu Ming will look at the moon with Hou Zhu. You can see the golden and green clouds in it. The hidden purple snake shadow becomes more lively.

On top of the clouds, change in the moment.

A cloud of golden green colors reveals a blue-eyed dragon in the middle!

Although his eyes can see the details, dividing people's luck into three layers, this dragon air is only transported outside, other Wangqi does not have the ability to do this, if he sees it, it is also possible to directly bow to worship.

Breathe... Breathe...

Wu Ming's simple breath, his eyes sparkled, chopped off the mischievous thoughts and went into the state most suitable for practicing.

Within the Sea of Knowledge, the "Yellow Court Yin Dynasty", which has already completed the human immortal roll, is automatically operated.

At this time, it can be seen that the golden blue cloud gas outside is constantly decreasing and concentrated ten times, entering the internal transport range.

Affected by this, it was originally representative of the red and white color of his magician rank. The red Qi grew slightly thicker, purified continuously, the process was fast and incredible, enough to make those Taoists who had painstakingly repaired the mountain envy to death.

“The so-called solid foundation… is the process of completely digesting the outward transport of the windy floating pings into a solid inward transport…”

With the eyes of heaven, the way of luck, there is no more secrets in front of Wu Ming.

When the sky gradually brightens, Wu Ming slowly reaps his work, and there is a joy on his face: “At this progress, within a few months, you will be able to advance to reality! ”

In fact, the last ghost world, and back in the big week, he didn't have much time to practice.

The world of ghosts is not a complete law. By the end of the week, not a few days later, it has been pulled directly into the task. Only now can the mind calm down and grasp the mystery of the Yin Dynasty of the Huang Tin.

“In the realm of the monks, the magician is white red, the real person is the inner transportation red, the achievements of the Numen God, the consolidation of his stature... the next Master of Heaven is gold...”

At this point, I couldn't help but think of the senseless swordsman.

“This period also heard, this world swordsmanship can be divided into swordsman, swordsman who is not allowed to pass on, swordsman, swordsman, and only in the rumored four segments of swordsman… Swordsman I, Swordsman II, Swordsman III, Swordsman III, rumored sword saint, maybe level IV, equals Wusheng Wusheng Wusheng Wusheng Wusheng? ”

Dazhou Martial Arts is divided into four phases: physical condition, master, master, Wusheng.

This master is already comparable to the magician, the inner shipment of white red, and the great master, the third level of martial arts, is comparable to the master of real people!

Although Taoist law is extremely applicable, if Taoists are well prepared, the martial arts are inevitably invincible, but when it comes to close combat and within five steps, people use all the means of the enemy, Taoists are naturally far less than the martial arts.

“After the great master of martial arts, it is Wusheng! Rumor has it that Wusheng sharpens his heart, heart and spirit to the limit. He says that the Vajra is not bad. Placed in the army, it is the world's most powerful general. Thousands of people have been cut off. Tens of thousands of enemies! I don't know what to do with Kensei here. ”

“Although there has been no road since the rumors of Wusheng Wusheng, the fourth-level master, Master Kambi Taoist, is also very scary...”

Wu Ming's face was heavy.

This system of practice in Fusang mainland is more than just a swordwalk.

Yin Yang master, ninja, ghost god, and even the rumored god of the heavenly pillar of creation, let him know that this world, no matter the top power, or the level of ordinary practitioners, may transcend the world of ghosts!

“Le Song of the Goddess World is just a real person of the third level of the Taoist family. When he arrives here, he may also be famous for the strength of a country, but he is definitely not invincible, the world is the first...”

As soon as I read it, Wu Ming was a little bit frivolous.

He was originally a cautious man. He immediately went over what he had done. He found that he had not done anything too extraordinary at present, but was not afraid of repetition. He felt a little at ease.

“And that hostile authority...”

Wu Ming is reluctant to take risks even if only 10% of the other party is likely to be stronger than Wu Ming.

So lurking here first, silently practicing to the real person, is probably the best response.

I am not currently a Taoist level 2, I can enter level 3, but if I become a real person and cooperate with the thunderbolt, I can soar to the peak of level 3!

This is the rank of the Great Swordsman. Even if a country is famous, it needs to be respected and put in the whole of Fu San is a character.

“Perhaps none of them are in the clouds… the best way or delay? ”

But Wu Ming thought of that 10-year limit again.

He is not a man who admires the breakthrough between life and death. It would be wonderful if he could drag it to the end of a decade and the other party happened not to have the authority to dispense with obliteration.

He doesn't mind spending 10 years wiping out his enemies by the Temple of the Lord!

“Just the temple of the Lord. Doesn't seem so cheap to me, does it? ”

Wu Ming shook his head.

……

Two months later.

“Ho ho! ”

A giant white monkey with only one vertical eye covered in blood filling the center of his forehead, his hands broke open the bush and yelled at Wu Ming.

“Shoot!”

Next door, more than a dozen people shouted and fired bows and arrows, unfortunately blocked by white fur.

“My lord, please! ”

An old man in a patterned dress, watching the white monkey monster growl, immediately bowed his head to Wu Ming.

“Leave it to me! ”

Wu Ming's face was silent, pulled his sword forward, appeared outside, shining brightly.

“A samurai from the district...”

One-eyed monkeys roared and spoke the human language: "Be my 99 fatal offerings! ”

“Noise! ”

Wu Ming's sword was cut out, and the fierce sword light instantly fell off the monkey's shoulder, like a broken bamboo.

Pong!

A large chunk of ash smoke exploded, revealing a ceramic bowl with a crack and swaying it on the floor.

“... take it! ”

The people next to them all had big mouths, full of incredible expressions: “99 fatalities, but it drove away the presence of several monks and magicians...”

“It's a ghost, Lord Yukiyuki! ”

“My lord, there is light on the sword! The wind demon truly has no false name, it is the world's famous blade...”

……

Many arguments came, but Wu Ming couldn't help it: “Isn't it just one level ghost...”

In his spiritual eyes, the white giant ape just now, demonic and ghostly, first of all, the internal transport is only light black!

Generally speaking, purifying a color and consolidating a representative rank, such as pure black for internal transport, is the standard first level! Pure white is standard level two! Now light black, slightly stronger than ordinary people, can be passed on like this!

Looking at the old man next to him is also a sign of gratitude, Wu Ming is even more speechless.