King Ming Dynasty: Rule the world with sword

The far north.

There is a desolate valley at the junction of Daming and Dazhou.

This place is inaccessible and filled with yellow sand all year round, forming sand dunes.

On this day, a black sedan appeared against the yellow sand in the sky and stopped at the mouth of the valley.

I saw the four men carrying the sedan wearing the same ferocious ghost looks on their faces, exuding a cold aura.

The four men lifted the sedan on their shoulders without moving, showing no intention of putting it down.

After half an hour, an impatient voice came from the sedan chair。

“Where are we? "

Then another charming and seductive answer came from the sedan.。

“Your Highness, please wait a moment, someone will come to pick you up soon.

Entering this Death Valley represents a new life for His Highness.……。”

While he was talking, accompanied by the yellow sand in the sky, a figure walked out of the valley and stopped in front of the black sedan.

This man's whole body was covered in a yellow robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.

He glanced at the four bearers and bowed to the sedan.。

“Welcome, everything is ready, please come in. "

The charming voice sounded in the sedan chair, and he said with a smile。

“What are you waiting for? Lead the way.。”

“yes. "

The man in yellow robe shook the yellow sand above his head and walked into the valley first.

Then the four bearers carried the sedan and flew into the valley in a flash.。

……

Near the Mongolian Yuangu people.

After Zhang Sangang finished speaking, he couldn't help but feel happy when he heard that someone really provided clues.。

“What clues are there, please tell me? "

At this time, everyone's eyes also turned to the speaker.

Yang Ling followed everyone's gaze and saw that this was a thin old man who looked unremarkable. He

did not show any aura, but he could see that, This was a master of the Heavenly Realm.

Looking at everyone's eyes, the thin old man's dim eyes swept over Yang Ling and said to the crowd:

“The second envoy, Zhang Zongfu, the Marquis of Wuwei in the Ming Dynasty, had fragments of the Huntian Compass in his hands.

It must have come from a sneak attack on the second envoy. "

Hearing his words, everyone's eyes were focused on Yang Ling again.

Yang Ling ignored everyone's gazes and stared at the thin old man.

He heard from Princess Mingyue that last time there was news about the Muntian Compass fragments from the Mongolian Ancient Clan. It was the conspiracy of Marquis Wuwei and Emperor Ming.

The purpose was to lure Pluto to appear and get the fragments of the Heavenly Compass from his hands.

How did the thin old man know about such a secret thing?

At this time, someone spoke again, and they came straight to Yang Ling.。

“Hehe, speaking of the Ming Wuweihou, isn't there a Ming Dynasty Jin Yiwei in front of us?

He must have known what was going on. "

Zhang San saw that Yang Ling still didn't speak, and quickly waved to everyone.。

“Everyone, Zhang has something to say.

Although Brother Yang is a royal guard, he is warm-hearted.

I heard that my treasure was robbed, so I sent the invitation order back to my brothers.

Therefore, the person who stole the fragments of the Huntian Compass cannot be Brother Yang. "

When they heard that Yang Ling returned the invitation order to the second envoy Xuan Huang, everyone suddenly looked disappointed. The

face of the thin old man flashed with extreme unwillingness, but he was helpless.

Yang Ling silently stared at everyone's reaction.

Most of these people were Wanting to watch the excitement, only the thin old man and a few people seemed to want to burn the fire on themselves.

The purpose was the invitation order on his body and the fragments of the Huntian Compass in the hands of Wuwei Marquis.

While Yang Ling was analyzing, the Ghost Saint in the crowd was It was a cold snort.

A pair of ghost eyes turned white, staring at him.。

“Isn't that right? It will be clear if we capture this kid. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a ghostly aura shrouded Yang Ling.

The dozen men beside him also looked like ghosts, grabbing at Yang Ling.

Seeing the Ghost Saint take action, everyone present was in high spirits. Everyone took a step back in gloating.

The Ghost Saint took action, and Yang Ling, a small Dharma Realm, must be on the verge of death. When

Zhang San saw the Ghost Saint take action, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he and Li Si took a closer look

. Under the gaze of everyone, Yang Ling remained motionless until he was shrouded in ghost energy.

Until the dozen ghost saints came over, he suddenly opened his fingers, and in an instant, more than a dozen Tiangang knives shot out.

Hearing a burst of Screaming.

When the ghostly aura dissipated, everyone saw that the dozen or so subordinates of Ghost Saint had blood holes between their eyebrows. In an

instant, he was the only one who died among the dozen or so subordinates brought by Ghost Saint. There were two people beside him, one on the left and one

on the right. No one spoke at this moment, looking at Yang Ling blankly.

Among the Ghost Saint's men, there was a Dharma Realm master and several Grand Master Realm masters. They

didn't even dodge a single move. After that, Yang Ling killed him instantly.

It seemed that the young man in front of him was not as simple as the ordinary Dharma state.

Yang Ling chose to take action, changed his silence just now, and locked the Ghost Saint with a Shura murderous intention.。

“Use your Yin Feng Palm to show me how hot it is. "

Hearing Yang Ling's cold voice with strong murderous intent, and the murderous intent locked on him, the Ghost Saint was furious.。

“Arrogant boy, I want to transform you into a ghost slave, Yin Feng Palm. "

The Ghost Saint's Yin Feng Palm struck Yang Ling hard with a shocking ghost energy.

Yang Ling looked at the menacing palm power and raised his hand to meet it with a Glazed Vajra Hand.

In an instant, everyone saw the palm power of the two fighting each other.

After seeing Yang Ling's situation clearly, everyone was shocked. Yang

Ling was still the same as before, Ghost Saint's Yin Wind Palm did not even break his clothes.

Yang Ling looked at Ghost Saint disappointedly, it was not him who robbed Zhu Gaozhen. corpse。

“Ghost Saint, your strength is too poor and disappointing. "

While he was speaking, others had already arrived in front of the Ghost Saint.

He spat out his inner energy and placed a light palm on the Ghost Saint's chest.