Autumn rain, stop and stop, stop and stop, crows and frogs croak, sing Yuqing.

Taking advantage of the autumn rain to rest, Yang Ming accompanied the family to go out, walking through the village outside Tiandou City on the thick silt mixed with wheat straw.

The villagers stood in front of the rusty house and picked autumn fruits. Women planted sweet potatoes in the fields. Most of the fields began to harvest. The wheat stalks were as tall as one person, and a golden orange was bright. The sound of frogs is choked. The water flows from one field to another with a gurgling sound. Only in the autumn rain season can you hear such a mighty sound of water. The river is like grease, the blue tide is full, and a bundle of golden wheat straw floats up and down. Some of the reeds on the shore spit out ears. The children broke the reeds and spread them on the ground, sitting and fishing.

The air is dull and solemn. The cooking smoke in the village was so humid that it was difficult to soar, and it could only turn into mist and crawl on the ground. The mountains and wilds have become deep blue and heavy green, as if a drop of water will turn into a flood of colors.

Xiao Yang Guo broke away from the hand held by Yang Ming, as if he was sprinkled with joy, running around on the muddy ground. Every time his little feet stepped heavily on the ground a mud pit, they flew. The mud spattered the trousers and the clothes were dirty with black mud, but he ignored it at all, and on the contrary became more and more elated.

Perhaps it is the first time that a child in a city came to a rural area in the suburbs, or perhaps it was panicking in the bombing gang, facing the stereotyped face of a tutor all day long. The endless exercises have been suppressing Xiao Yang Guo's nature, now it can be regarded as a relief from the long worry, and still not playing hard?

Over the past few years, the little kid who was still sitting on Yang Ming’s back and riding a horse has grown into a big urchin. Under Yang Ming’s cultivation at all costs, he grew up at a young age. Twelve-year-old is as tall as a child, with a tiger-headed and a tiger-headed brain, and a face full of silt looks naive. The seemingly plump arms have power beyond their peers, even some tenth-level spirit masters. I'm afraid it's not as good as Xiao Yang in strength.

Seeing Xiao Yang's virtues, Yang Ming and his four wives shook their heads.

"This little **** doesn't know how to restrain himself. He got dirty when he came out."

Hu Liena's usually charming face also took on a serious expression of her parents, secretly calculating in her heart, what kind of punishment should be given to Xiao Yang after she goes back, is it a set of three-year mock test for five years, or should he go to Shrek? The college enrolled in a tutoring class, and asked Dean Liu Erlong to give this incompetent little guy some music lessons, art lessons, equestrian lessons, and home economics...Cultivate his hobbies?

Xiao Yang Guo, who was playing happily in the muddy ground, suddenly felt the deep malice of the two parents behind him, and shuddered suddenly. When he looked back, he saw Yang Ming and Hu Liena showing faces towards him. Yan father and mother's smile.

too frightening!

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The expression on Xiao Yang Guo's face suddenly stiffened, and he was almost frightened out of a heart attack.

He subconsciously looked down at his dross, smiled awkwardly, and wiped his clothes indiscriminately with his hands. As a result, the thicker he got, the dirtier he got, leaving muddy palm prints everywhere on the clothes.

Seeing this silly son, Yang Ming shook his head, raised his hand and stretched out his fingers, a water stream drawn from the world of six reincarnations shot out from his fingertips, drew a crystal clear arc in the air, and cracked his head. It fell on the top of Xiao Yang Guo's head, and it gave him a chill, and the clean water was poured from head to toe, and the mud on his body was washed away.

Before Xiao Yang could react, he saw a black object thrown from Yang Ming. Xiao Yang took the package subconsciously and found clean clothes and towels inside. At the same time, Yang Ming's voice was heard:

"Hurry up and change all our clothes and pants. Your mothers and I will go to the front village to take a rest."

"Oh oh oh!"

Xiao Yang's face turned red, and he wanted to bury his head in the mud. He quickly got into the rice field beside the road, covered his figure with a tall straw, and quickly changed his dirty clothes.

The village is an ordinary village. Seeing Yang Ming and his party are not ordinary, they look extraordinary, and they are also people from the city. At first glance, they know that they are noble. Most of the people in the village are inferior to more things. One thing is missing, just looking from a distance, not daring to get too close, it saves a lot of trouble.

When he walked to the pavilion in the village and sat down, Yang Ming looked at Xiao Yang Guo who was looking around at the entrance of the village, and his eyes showed a little helplessness. He didn't expect that after a few years, Xiao Yang Guo was already this old, and he usually didn't have much time to accompany him. By my son's side, it is very likely to be the same in the future, and there is a trace of debt in my heart.

He looked at Hu Liena, who was playing with cakes on the table, and said:

"Wife, the child is almost awakening the spirit of martial arts, right?"

"Yes, next week, the six-year-old child will participate in the martial arts awakening ceremony. I don’t know what kind of martial arts this stinky boy will awaken. The martial spirit, cultivation base, and blood of his parents, judging from the situation of our husband and wife, Xiao Yang’s awakened martial spirit will not go far, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, if he awakens a waste martial soul , Even if I can switch to the Qi exercises, it will also let the outside world give us pointers and will affect the children's physical and mental health. Recently, I am also worried about this matter!"

Wuhun awakening ceremony!

Yang Ming was in a daze. He didn't expect that more than 20 years had passed since his martial soul awakened. Now he has been married and married, and when his child is awakening his martial soul, it gives him a feeling of reincarnation.

Yang Ming himself knows his own affairs. Everything about him is obtained from the system lottery. If there is no system, he would have awakened the martial soul at the beginning. I am afraid he was also a disbanded martial soul. As the role of the father, Yang Ming's heart suddenly felt tight. , For fear that Xiao Yang would really awaken the waste martial arts soul by mistake. If this is the case, he will lose at the starting line of life.

Thinking of this, Yang Ming couldn't help showing a wry smile.

In his previous life, he always saw on the Internet that parents were concerned about the problem of children losing at the starting line. At that time, he felt that these parents were a bit unreasonable. But when he became a parent, he realized this kind of feeling. It was definitely not. Unreasonably worried.

"Well, just in case, to avoid the worst possible outcome, I plan to add insurance to Xiao Yang Guo."

"What insurance?"

Yang Ming waved his hand, and a burly figure emerged from the plane channel that split the six worlds of reincarnation behind him.

The middle-aged man who came out of the world of six reincarnations has a wild, dark long hair, broad shoulders that are as thick as a city wall, and a burly figure standing upright on the ground, like a black hole in the shape of a human. The ground absorbed the surrounding light, and even made people suspect that even creatures would be swallowed in.

A face like a Fang Gang carved by Master Michelangelo in ancient Rome, with a cold outline, a tall nose, tight lips, and colorful pupils filled with supreme power, and the eyes of the world are cold. Shooting everywhere, like a sharp sword shooting towards everyone, a rush of dragon power, like a cold winter wind, even a thin layer of frost formed on the ground.

A black gold-patterned robe is wrapped around the majestic body, and a black dragon with its teeth and claws is painted on the robe, which makes this middle-aged man look a bit more kingly, deep and majestic, making people almost A kind of breathless pressure filled the surroundings, as if falling into the ocean.

He is now Yang Ming's right-hand man, six puppets, Heilong Ditian!

In a moment, Heilongditian converged with a powerful aura and returned to an ordinary appearance, like a statue made of steel standing behind Yang Ming.

Yang Ming beckoned to Xiao Yang, saying:

"come over!"

Xiao Yang Guo first looked at the big man behind Yang Ming timidly, shivering with some fear, but when he thought that he was the son of the gang leader of the Tangtang Exploding Heaven, he immediately cheered up in his heart and walked towards Yang Ming.

Yang Ming couldn't say that he was disappointed with Xiao Yang Guo's performance, but he sighed slightly.

Tiger father and dog son, is that what they are saying?

Xiao Yang Guo didn't have an invincible character, he wasn't to blame, after all, not everyone was as enchanting as Yang Ming.

It's just a pity that with Xiao Yang Guo's disposition, he will not be the king of pioneering in the future, but he can only be the king of keeping success.

Perhaps Xiao Yang Guo’s future achievements are limited, but it’s fine anyway. After all, this is his own son. It doesn’t matter if his temperament is a little bit worse. Xiao Yang Guo is still young after all. These things can be cultivated through the day after all. Maybe After some hardships, there is still a turning point.

Yang Ming looked at Heilong Ditian from the left and Xiao Yang Guo from the right. He had already made a decision in his heart.

He put a hand on the shoulder of Heilongditian, and said in his heart:

"Sorry, old man."

After all, Yang Ming used the power of "Nothing" as the creator of the world of six reincarnations, turned it into an invisible shackle, and inserted it into the black dragon emperor's day, entered the depths of his blood, and drew the blood of the dragon god. come out.

Once this is done, the six puppets of Heilong Ditian will completely lose the possibility of further progress, and will forever stay at the level of the newly promoted gods.

It can be seen from Yang Ming’s current rapid growth that the six puppets of a newly promoted **** are no longer helpful to him, even if the Black Dragon Emperor can continue to purify the dragon god’s bloodline and grow into the **** king and supreme **** in the future. But after all, it takes too much time, and it is still in ten thousand years, Yang Ming can't wait for that time.

That's right, Yang Ming wanted to extract the Dragon God's blood and transplant it into Xiao Yang Guo's body.

In this way, it would be able to help Xiao Yang Guo in the martial soul awakening ritual to secure the bottom, and at the worst, he would be able to awaken the dragon martial soul without losing at the starting line.

I have to say, pity the parents of the world!

The ability to draw blood is comparable to the most cruel torture. Even if he has lost his pain, he will not feel any pain. His burly body trembles uncontrollably, and his limbs move irregularly.

Just as Yang Ming was about to completely extract the Dragon God’s blood from the Black Dragon Emperor Heaven, he seemed to have touched a certain taboo, or perhaps touched the black hand buried by the Dragon God, and suddenly, the sky was blackened again. Covered by clouds, the pale white thunder flickered in the clouds, and the terrifying Longwei was brewing, and it had already exerted an unstoppable power in this rural area.

The ordinary villagers in the village, as soon as they came into contact with this dragon, their eyes turned white, foamed at the mouth, and fainted.

"Humph!"

Yang Ming's eyes were cold, and he let out a cold snort.

With him as the center, the divine consciousness of the first-level divine primordial realm includes the pavilion, protecting both his wife and children, and is not affected by this dragon.

In Yang Ming's eyes, the eyes of the Nine Gou Jade Samsara burst out with a terrifying edge, staring coldly at the Heilong Ditian, and said:

"Let me just say that when I passed the Dragon God Nine Tests, I always felt weird, and there was a sense of disobedience that could not be said. It turned out that it was Dragon God, an old and undead thing whose heart was not thirsty, and you actually hid the resurrection back hand in In the depths of the Dragon God’s blood, if it weren’t for today I wanted to find a way out for my son, maybe one day I would really make you succeed. Give me a backstab!"

It turned out that the nine trials of the Dragon God at the beginning, and the continuous cleansing of the pure blood for the Heilong Emperor Heaven, is the real back hand of the Dragon God's resurrection!

As for the so-called Dragon God’s trick of rebirth by rebirth, it was just a blind trick!

Heilongditian's mouth clicked up and down, and the voice of Dragon God full of magnetism came from his mouth, saying:

"Young offspring, we have met again to help me resurrect and come back to the world. I will give you supreme divine power and let you grow into a god... Wait, what's going on, why have you become a second-level god? ?"

The original calm tone of Dragon God suddenly became unstable.

Since the last time he left with Yang Ming, he clearly remembered that it had not been more than ten thousand years, or even a hundred years, how did the other party jump from a demigod to a second-level deity?

This is something that even the most talented real dragon of the real dragon family ~lightnovelpub.net~ couldn't do it!

"Old guy, you have too many words. An old guy like you who has stepped into the coffin, wouldn't it be good to disappear into the long river of history? Why do so many things happen?"

"You, give me where I came from and where to go back!"

With a sound of Yang Ming falling, the chain of creation authority "nothing" was suddenly stretched, and it was tightly bound to the Dragon God consciousness hidden deep in the bloodline.

The Dragon God has already lost his body, even his soul, and even his grievances. Now all that is left is his consciousness. Where is Yang Ming's opponent?

Thinking that the resurrection plan he had planned for many years would eventually fail, the Dragon God could no longer maintain his calmness, and immediately said in horror:

"Young posterity, no, a great powerhouse. If you spare my life, I will tell you an ancient secret. This ancient secret has something to do with you, as well as the life and death of your wife and children!"