Heaven Dou Empire.

Tiandou City always wakes up too early.

The floating dust of last night has not yet been calmed down in the future. When the light is dimmed, it seems that there are still colored lights to show through, but when I look closely, it is the reflection of the dawn.

Not many people will notice such a scene.

The young man wrapped in a trench coat was waiting for the rickshaw on the street, with delicate makeup but could not hide the heavy fatigue on his face.

Rickshaws roared past one after another. Inside are the slightly wealthy middle-class people in this empire who are still struggling with their lives every day.

At this point, the shadow of "high-level people" is usually not likely to appear.

More, it is the mother holding the child, the little clerk who runs desperately all the way and is afraid of being late, the uncle who is riding a donkey and intends to go out to shop, and so on.

The Tiandou City market has many names, including direct market, prison market, meat market, military market, official market, customs market, etc.; according to the operating hours, there are 4 types of morning market, big market, evening market, and night market.

On Empire Avenue, business continues day and night, with three or four drums at night, and tourists are scarce; five-drum bells ring, and morning market sellers open shops again.

The morning market is very lively. You can find everything you need for clothes, tents, bonsai flowers, fish, pigs and sheep, pastries and preserves, and seasonal fruits.

In terms of local snacks, Li Renfang sells Chengsha dumplings, Qin'anfang sells ten-color dumplings, Shixifang sells bubble snail drippings, and Taipingfang sells musk candy.

The breakfast shop on the side of the road is always overcrowded, shouting one after another. Fortunately, the proprietress has practiced the magical skills that she will never forget.

In addition to the fixed stalls, there are LTL that is sold along the streets and alleys carried on the head and shoulders.

In fact, there is no overcrowding. Various traffic routes cover every corner of Tiandou City like a spider web.

Batch after batch of people are being loaded and unloaded like cargo. The whole city is like a busy empty shell.

Everyone is busy. Busy with their own difficult lives.

Under the dim light of the morning light, a little bat came from afar with exhaustion.

It crossed mountains and rivers, passed through the sunset forest, and saw the prosperous city not far away. It couldn't help but shine. The original exhausted body did not know where a force emerged to support it. Passing the city wall held by the soldiers, through the crowded morning market, through the gurgling river, and came to the sky above a dense and huge complex of buildings.

This is the resident of the Zhantianbang.

Looking down from the sky, the exquisite pavilions and pavilions, the quiet and beautiful pools and water corridors, the big rockery, the ancient stage, and the exquisite jade, the carved dragon built around the walled roof, the scales dance, and the two beards are flying. , As if going to fly away.

The courtyard is surrounded by pink walls, green willows hanging down, three gatehouses with hanging flowers, and verandas on all sides. In the courtyard, the Yonglu Road is connected with mountains and rocks, and the "Qinglongtang" plaque is hung on the five embossed buildings. The entire courtyard is magnificent, graceful and luxurious, the garden is rich and delicate, the backyard is full of roses, treasures, and a pool. The creeks converge and flow out of the garden here, and there is a white stone road across the creek that leads to the opposite bank.

The little bat got into a loft familiarly, and circled around. The tables and chairs made of good sandalwood were meticulously engraved with different patterns, and the delicate thoughts of the host were circulating everywhere.

Walking into the room, I walked around, bright sunshine streaming down the bamboo windows, and the table there was also full of sunshine. On the table is a piece of yellowish rice paper, next to it is a Duan inkstone, and a few brushes are inserted in the pen holder.

Near the bamboo window, there are a few sheets of rice paper on the rosewood table, and a few brushes on the inkstone. On the rice paper are a few budding chrysanthemums. The heroic brushwork seems to indicate that the owner of the attic also has the heart. The tiger sniffed the rose.

Looking intently on the bed again, I saw a handsome man sitting cross-legged on the bed and closing his eyes to practice.

His body was dignified, his face was magnificent, and his eyebrows were as muddy as painted. He is nearly nine feet tall and thin, and is wearing a black robe embroidered with gold patterns, and is covered with a bright silk-faced milky white breasted coat back. The robe was turned upside down and tucked into the white jade belt around his waist. White deerskin boots were worn on his feet, and his black hair was combed in a neat bun on the top of his head.

Its chest is broad, and it is invincible. Exhale aloud, exhale the ambition of thousands of feet above the clouds. The heart is bold and bold, as if shaking the lion under the clouds. Strong bones and muscles, like a brave on the seat. Just like the devil descending from the sky, it is really the **** of the earth.

The divine consciousness of up to the third level of the Divine Origin Realm made Yang Ming feel a little bat flying in from the window one step earlier.

Slowly lifted his eyelids, his eyes burst into light.

After regaining his senses from practicing the "Indestructible Sutra", Yang Ming first felt the changes inside his body, reaching a demigod level of flesh. Now he has reached a certain critical point and wants to go to the next level, especially to become a **** in the flesh. Very difficult, far more difficult than Yang Ming had previously imagined.

Perhaps because of the laws of the world, it is far more difficult for humans to become gods in the flesh than the beasts. It seems that there is some invisible and intangible **** in it, so that Yang Ming feels the "Indestructible Sutra" "Previously, Yimapingchuan’s rapid increase in speed suddenly became much slower, as if stepping into a muddy swamp, it was difficult to move.

"It seems that we still have to find a way to become a god!"

With a slight sigh in his heart, Yang Ming beckoned to the little bat, and secretly said:

"It's really weird. How come a few waves of little bats sent me news in just one hour? Did something happen?"

The little bat cleverly landed on Yang Ming's palm, allowing Yang Ming to untie a piece of cloth from its calf.

Slowly spreading out the cloth strip, Yang Ming raised his brows, and at a glance, it was crooked and even scribbled from the handwriting on the cloth strip. He recognized that it was Ma Hongjun’s handwriting, which was described in a simple sentence. Of intelligence.

"Duo Duo, falling."

Seeing this piece of information, without seeing how Yang Ming acted, he saw the piece of cloth that recorded information, which was obliterated by Yang Ming with a kind of silent vibration of the spring breeze, and it was still obliterated into the smallest particle. A gust of wind came from outside the window, blowing away the plumes of smoke and dust, disappearing into Yang Ming's line of sight.

From the small point of view, Yang Ming's hand is very beautiful, obviously it is a thorough integration of the fruit of the shaking, and the realization of the subtle state.

But at this moment, Yang Ming was not proud of it, but his expression was gloomy.

Everyone on the Douluo Continent knows that it is better to provoke the Pope and not to provoke Yang Ming!

It angered Pope Bibi Dong in the Spirit Hall, at most he was killed by the people in the Hall of Spirit Hall, and he was chased down by the whole continent, but if Yang Ming was provoked, it would be more than just death, even death. Then, the soul will be imprisoned by Yang Ming and collected into the world of six reincarnations forever, and will even be imprisoned in eighteen layers of **** to suffer endless torture until the end of the world.

"Previously, two groups of little bats came to pass the news of Duo Duo. They were all information about the abnormal changes in the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest. Now it seems that Duo Duo should have gone deep into the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest to investigate the situation. Up."

Yang Ming got up and paced in front of the bed, his eyes flickering.

With the blessings of the entire world of six reincarnations, Yang Ming's brain is comparable to a supercomputer, running fast and thinking about the truth behind this matter.

Duo Duo has the stone ghost mask that I gave her. As the ancestor of the blood race, she has extremely strong immortality. Even if her head is chopped and her heart is broken, she can still survive for a period of time by virtue of the power of a vampire, and she has the same ability. The strength of Super Douluo is that the fierce beast with a cultivation base of one hundred thousand years is not her opponent at all. Even the fierce beast of 200,000 or 300,000 years is equal to her strength at best and can kill Duo Duo. The fierce beast must be at least a fierce beast that has been cultivated for more than 400,000 years, and it must be able to kill Duo Duo with a deadly move, otherwise it is impossible to completely kill Duo Duo, but of that level. The fierce beast was either killed by me or captured alive. Logically speaking, it could not exist.

Yang Ming's face was gloomy and terrible.

Originally, in his opinion, the overall level of the Star Dou Great Forest after the last Beast Tide invasion of the Empire had reached a historical low level. Among the Three Routes and Three Armies of the Unified Douluo Continent that he dispatched, it belonged to the army in the direction of the Star Dou Great Forest. The weakest, I originally thought that he could catch it with his hands, but I didn't expect that such a moth would come out, and it would also cause the death of his most beloved maid.

"It seems that there are hidden old monsters in the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest!"

The murderous anger flashed in his eyes, and Yang Ming smiled back and said:

"That’s good. Before I destroy the Spirit Empire and the Seagod Island Alliance, I’ll go to the core area of ​​the Star Dou Great Forest to exercise my muscles and bones. Let me take a closer look. What sacred is hidden in it. How dare you move me? people!"

"Crunch!"

The door of the pavilion is open.

Yang Ming opened the door, and the morning sun fell on his handsome face, warm.

Taking a breath of fresh air outside, Yang Ming commanded the Ice Emperor who had been stationed outside the door for a long time:

"After tidying up the room for me, set off with me to the Star Dou Great Forest."

Under the thirty-seven-point bangs are dotted with starry eyes like a bright moon, and the pink lips show two tiger teeth, adding a bit of beauty. There was three points of purity in that smile, three points of cuteness, three points of mischief, and one point of seductiveness.

Bingdi's icy blue hair spreads over her head, and her big watery eyes are full of her cuteness and innocence. The black and white maid seemed to come alive under her background. A pair of slender legs are **** under the wrapper of black stockings.

If the big bow at the waist can be regarded as a manifestation of the cute element, then the entire black and white dress is the carrier of the factory called "Moe". Even if there is lace as a foil, she does not necessarily have become noble like a medieval queen, but a bit more cute than a young girl who sprouts.

The Bingdi leaned slightly, smiling at the corners of his mouth, and said:

"Follow your instructions, master."

No one would have thought that the girl in a maid costume with a broom in one hand turned out to be the Ice Emperor, one of the three northern heavenly kings who had once powerfully shaken the world.

After a cup of tea.

A hundred-meter-long black dragon carried the two to leave Sky Dou. The huge black dragon flapped its wings high in the sky, showing its power wantonly, stretching its perfect body like a magical sculpture to the full, and there was a hurricane. Formed, spreading to the surroundings.

The gusty wind blew Yang Mingyi's horns and hunted.

He carried his hands behind his back, his eyes showed a circle pattern, and the eyes of the jade reincarnation with nine hooks contained deep meaning.

"Huhuhu! Huhuhu! Huhuhu!"

Mountains, rivers, cities, crops, roads, retreating rapidly in the line of sight, the Black Dragon Emperor flying extremely fast, at a speed of 10,000 meters per hour, quickly passing through the Baroque Kingdom, from the largest in the Kingdom of Silves Passing in the desert, and then lead from Soto City, straight into the Star Dou Forest not far away.

It only took half a day to complete the march of the vanguard army for more than a week.

When the huge Heilongditian came over the camp where the Vanguard was stationed, it quickly attracted the attention of the soldiers at the outpost. The sharp and shrill sirens cut through the clear sky and wandered back and forth over the village where the camp was stationed.

Along with the sound of the sirens, a soldier dressed in coalition uniforms emerged from abandoned houses on both sides of the dirt road. Occasionally, there was also a gangster wearing a zero-style battle armor. Everyone looked nervous. , I don't know what happened.

As a general of the vanguard army, Ma Hongjun was wearing a bright and white zero-style battle armor. Seeing these soldiers nervously holding weapons, he couldn't help cursing angrily, saying:

"You are all paying me what I am doing standing there, why don't you rush with me to meet Boss Yang?"

"General, who is Boss Yang?" a cute new soldier from the coalition asked.

"Of course it's the gang leader of the blasting sky, idiot!"

Abandoning such a word~lightnovelpub.net~ Ma Hongjun rushed towards the village square.

When Ma Hongjun walked away, the stupid soldier who asked the question suddenly recovered, slapped himself, and hurriedly followed.

Except for him, the other veterans had already reacted when they heard Ma Hongjun's name. A group of people did not forget the formation when they were on the way, and rushed to the center of the village in a neat pace.

At this moment, a huge black dragon that they had never seen before was parked in the middle of the village. Those two sturdy dragon legs, like the load-bearing pillars of a house, were pierced on the gravel ground, and the sharp claws pierced the ground easily. Deep holes were left on the ground.

Under the sunlight, the perfect golden-section body of Heilongditian is flowing with obsidian-like color, and the dragon power from the direct blood of the dragon **** is exuded all the time. The low-powered soldiers can't get close to the black dragon's diameter of 500 meters. Within, even the soul king with a strength of level fifty, when he entered the dragon power range, his legs were still trembling, and he might fall to the ground with his legs softly.

Ma Hongjun ran over for a while, and he also felt the Long Wei rushing towards his face. This was the Long Wei after the Heilong Ditian consciously converged most of it. Otherwise, Ma Hongjun might not be able to bear it.