Traveling through the heavens as a myth

This time it was led by Ning Yang, and the members of the Giant Clan used their magical powers to shrink their bodies.

Because it was not an escape, Ning Yang and the others didn't try their best to hurry.

Five days later, Ning Yang and the others came to Wushengcheng.

Under the leadership of Ning Yang, everyone walked through the streets and slowly approached the City Lord's Mansion.

The City Lord's Mansion is heavily guarded, but it is completely useless in front of the terrorist team except for Ning Yang, who are at least human.

Ning Yang walked through the city lord's mansion, as familiar as he was in his back garden.

The guards and attendants on the road passed by as if they could not see Ning Yang and the others.

They really couldn't see Ning Yang and his party, this was just a little trick by the high-ranking monks.

After a while, Ning Yang and others came out of a room.

Through the window paper, you can vaguely see a figure, sitting in front of the desk, as if writing something.

"Squeak."

Ning Yang pushed open the door of the room and walked in.

Zhong Wusheng, who was struggling to write, said without looking up: "Didn't you say that you shouldn't disturb me while I'm dealing with official duties?"

"Neither can I?"

Hearing this familiar voice, the pen in Zhong Wusheng's hand suddenly stopped. He suddenly raised his head and said in surprise, "Big Brother Ning?!"

"It's me." Ning Yang also looked slightly excited.

"Brother Ning, who are these?" Zhong Wusheng looked at the people behind Ning Yang suspiciously.

"They are all my friends." Ning Yang said.

"Since they are friends of Brother Ning, they are my friends, please sit down." Zhong Wusheng said sincerely, pointing to the seat in the room.

Then, he turned his head, "Big Brother Ning, was the last rescue operation successful?"

"Successful, thanks to your help." Ning Yang was still a little moved when he mentioned the incident again.

Zhong Wusheng looked a little embarrassed, "You... all know?"

"Yeah." Ning Yang didn't say much, but instead said solemnly: "This time I have something important to look for you."

"what's up?"

"Deal with King Xuanwu!"

"..."

Chapter 218

There was a buzz in Zhong Wusheng's mind, as if he didn't hear clearly, he asked: "What did you just say?"

"Deal with King Xuanwu." Ning Yang repeated.

Now Zhong Wusheng heard it clearly, confirming that it was not his ear that had a problem.

Deal with King Xuanwu?Want me to be together?

Are you kidding me?!

King Xuanwu is the strongest in Xuanwu world, and the only monk in the world!

What did Brother Ning do against King Xuanwu?

It's like an ant standing in front of the dragon, yelling "I want to kill you" as ridiculous!

But... is Brother Ning such an overweight and unassuming person?

Zhong Wusheng shook his head, denying this idea.

Big Brother Ning is not that kind of person, he must have a certain degree of certainty before he said that.

Thinking of this, Zhong Wusheng asked straightforwardly: "Brother Ning, you, how are you going to deal with King Xuanwu?"

Faced with Zhong Wusheng’s question, Ning Yang was also well prepared. He reinterpreted a few things he had said to Li, Kuafu and others in the Giants.

After listening to Ning Yang's explanation, Zhong Wusheng turned his head to look at Li Tan.

Le Corrupt is the most important part of this plan, and no one will believe it without personally verifying Le Corrupt’s strength in the Heaven Realm.

Ning Yang nodded to Li Tan, and Li Tan immediately released a hint of heavenly aura.

As soon as the heavenly aura appeared, Zhong Wusheng suddenly stiffened, as if even the blood had stopped flowing.

A piece of sky appeared in front of him, and this piece of sky was slowly pressing on him, as if it was about to crush him into flying ashes.

His soul was screaming, screaming that the time of death was approaching, his body was wailing, wailing that the end has come.

Just when Zhong Wusheng felt that he was about to die in the next moment, that trace of heavenly aura disappeared.

"Huhu"

Zhong Wusheng breathed quickly and greedily, his clothes wet with sweat all over his body.

It took a long time for Zhong Wusheng to slow down.

With sore hands and feet, he slumped directly on the chair and looked at Ning Yang, "Although he has the strength to fight against King Xuanwu, other forces of the Xuanwu Dynasty are not easy to deal with, so you come to me, hoping that I can tell you something. Can the forces try to persuade?"

"Yes."

Ning Yang sighed in his heart. He was indeed a member of the royal family. Even at a young age, he looked at the problem so sharply.

Zhong Wusheng didn't ask Ning Yang why he was so sure that he would help him. He just spread out a piece of paper in silence and started writing.

The names of the powers appeared one after another, as well as the power of the power, and other important figures, including the name, personality, and the degree of closeness to the Xuanwu King.

Seeing Zhong Wusheng's writing so smoothly, he knew that he was thinking about similar things in his mind, so he was prepared.

Ning Yang and others watched silently.

For a while, the room was quiet, only the "rustle" of paper and pen rubbing sounded constantly.

After a full quarter of an hour, Zhong Wusheng stopped writing.

"Thank you."