Chapter 47 The Card of the Town

This bright town is just a branch of the Hall of Light, and the Hall of Light is just a branch of the Temple of Light!

Yuexian and Xingge and others have different names for the Twelve Ming Lords. Obviously, the status of Yuexian is by no means as simple as that of the great leader.

"The enemy actually dispatched griffins and white bone eagles this time, but they should not have expected that we were prepared. Although we killed and injured thousands of people, we also killed twelve white bone eagles, and these sacrifices were worth it. The infiltrators in the city have been strangled by us. Although the monsters outside let them make trouble, it would be great if they could kill them. The twelve masters sneered.

The moon string was slightly shocked, the star song bowed its head and said no words, and the Yang dance was shocked.

"Lord, these brothers have been painstakingly cultivated for many years, and they have been living and dying with us many times! Losing these brothers is tantamount to breaking our arms..." Yang Wu blurted out.

"Presumptuous! Do you still need to dictate the decision I made? Humph, I will naturally get back all the sacrifices a hundred times!" The twelve Ming masters looked unhappy and directly interrupted Yang Wu's words.

"Do you know how many masters we have killed in these three days? Twenty masters at the level of practitioners! This power is enough to destroy a city! If these people hadn't sacrificed as bait, how could we have won such a great victory? Don't worry, it's just more than a thousand people. I will ask the Lord to send 5,000 people today. At that time, hum! We can secretly build a holy country of light here! You must comfort the teenagers outside the city. He is an extremely important pawn in our future development. If you do it properly, I will ask the Holy Lord to give you the highest reward!" Before the twelve Ming's words fell, the man suddenly disappeared and left.

"Sister, what should I do..." Xingge said bitterly, obviously making a major decision.

The moon string sighed heavily, "Do as the Lord says, he's coming..."

After Murong Xiaoxian was killed outside the city, he was finally a little tired. After a few flashes, people appeared on the wall. The guards were shocked and were about to stop them, but Yuexian had floated over to block the soldiers.

"No, this is our distinguished guest!"

The soldier quickly bowed and dodged. Murong Xiaoxian nodded slightly. When he saw the mess in the city, he couldn't help but be stunned.

"They won't attack in a short time. Let's sort out the internal affairs first!" Murong Xiaoxian said deacitly.

"Well, Mr. Murong, you have worked hard. Let's go and have a rest first. Xingge, take Mr. Murong back to the courtyard to have a rest. Yangwu, take people to clean up the battlefield and don't take it lightly. Yuexian's tone suddenly became extremely respectful, which made Murong Xiaoxian a little surprised. However, Murong Xiaoxian did not show his face and left with the star song.

Looking at Murong Xiaoxian's departure, Yuexian's eyes were obviously a little uncertain. After hesitating for a long time, he turned around and slowly left.

At this moment, Yang Wu has already organized a team of thousands of people and begun to clean up the mess in the city.

Thousands of people are distributed in all corners of the city, with a clear division of labor, either washing blood stains on the streets, or moving and demolishing crumbling houses, and moving out the bodies of innocent civilians, putting them in simple coffins and putting them into them one by one.

The final number of deaths and injuries still made Yang Wu frown a little, and more than 10,000 people! She knew in her heart that the bodies buried under the ruins must have been affected by the struggle between the practitioners and the fish in the pond.

However, at this moment, Yangwu is also bright in his heart. There is still a terrible force hidden in this bright town that he doesn't know, even Yuexian. This force is very strong, but it is also ruthless. They can constantly send ordinary soldiers to fight against Warcraft, giving people a sense of weakness and vulnerable. , then lure the enemy deep and break it one by one.

Although the strategy is good, it is a waste of human life, which makes Yangwu a little disgraceful.

In a blink of an eye, the sky went dark, and the city was still brightly lit. This situation has never changed even in the fierce fights the past few days. On the surface, it looks like the enemy is dark, but in fact, the real masters here are hidden behind the scenes, allowing some patrol soldiers to lure those strong men to attack.

And the reconstruction work in the city is also in full swing. The damaged buildings are basically wood and stone structures. What surprises Yangwu most is that all the necessary materials such as doors and windows, rafts, roofs, gray tiles and so on are abnormally well prepared, and the damaged houses are roughly repaired overnight. Bi.

Moreover, all the craftsmen are divided into three classes and work day and night. At noon on the second day, the town looks new. After all, this is also a city with a population of nearly 300,000!

All the situation shows that this is a battle that has been prepared for a long time. At least from the situation of Yuexian and the three people, they fell into each other's tricks and were led by noses step by step, but in fact, it was the mantis who caught the cicada and the yellow finch, and Yuexian and other three people also became bait!

In particular, Murong Xiaoxian said that he wanted to build a "light country" in his heart, which actually coincided with the idea of the Twelve Ming Lords! Yangwu doesn't understand this kind of thing. Is it really not suitable for women to do big things?

Yang Wu couldn't understand it, and Yuexian couldn't understand it even more. From beginning to end, she was kept in the dark, so her confidence fluctuated unprecedented!

Maybe you are really not suitable to be the leader on the surface, right?

Maybe, Murong Xiaoxian should be the best candidate to replace his position. This time, Murong Xiaoxian must have a great reputation in the bright town. It seems that the jokes of the four masters have come to a lie. It seems that everything is doomed!

Murong Xiaoxian has not appeared since he was taken away by Xingge. The next morning, noon, even evening, and night, Murong Xiaoxian quietly hid in the courtyard and refused to take a step.

Since Xingge brought Murong Xiaoxian into the courtyard, the residence of the four masters, he has not taken half a step at the door. Suddenly, there was an extremely delicate estrangement between several people, which Yuexian didn't expect.

The monsters outside the city are still wandering, but they no longer take the initiative to attack.

Yuexian found that the griffin hovering in the sky retreated first, but the white bone eagle was not seen, and then the third-order warcraft, and the remaining second-order warcraft was also farther and farther away from the bright town. On the third day, it suddenly evaporated, just like the inexplicable emergence.

Anyway, this is a solution.

Murong Xiaoxian stayed in the small building across the courtyard for half a month before he appeared again.

Because, after his qualitative change in the Blackstone Forest, although his realm has greatly improved, it is very unstable. Murong Xiaoxian suddenly found that it is difficult to control the two flames freely! In the past, the flame was very simple, just like the two themselves were controlling alone. It basically went as they wanted. The flame they wanted was what kind of flame, but this time it was different.

According to his own thinking, his left hand is still fire, his right hand is still ice, and the same is true when he fought fiercely with Warcraft outside the city. However, when Murong Xiaoxian came to the secret room to meditate himself, he found that there was a deviation in it. Your left hand can also emit ice flames, and your right hand can also emit flames!

What makes Murong Xiaoxian most depressed is that the power of each attack is not controlled by himself at all, and he attacks completely according to the inherent power of Zidino Shuanghua. It's like turning into a cannon barrel and your brain becoming *. Except for aiming at the direction, you are simply unable to control it!

It is said that he used this peerless divine soldier, but in fact, it is better to say that this peerless divine soldier controlled himself!

And the small sun in the lower abdomen is still spinning slowly. Nishang told himself that he doesn't have to extract his spiritual and physical strength when using these two magic soldiers in the future. In fact, the same is true. Every time he emits a flame or ice flame, the little sun in his body is slightly bright and strong. Still not controlled by yourself! It's like having a tens of millions of * in his hand, but the password of the card is not in his hand. He can only watch the person who knows the password take the money away, and he becomes the custodian instead.

The only comforting thing is that the mental method of "body the world" has made another breakthrough. After half a month of consolidation and continuous understanding, Murong Xiaoxian has been able to set up his own "world" within 30 meters. Of course, this is only limited to moving at will in this space, which can achieve instantaneously within this range. Moving, of course, the speed of running has also increased by more than three times, but it can't reach Lang Yuzhu's level of being controlled by himself when he enters his own world.

The so-called teleportation should be the highest level of "the world", which can move freely within the world, right? Murong Xiaoxian guessed so.

With the peerless magic soldier, he can attack at will within 30 meters, as if he had become the strongest assassin. Of course, this premise is that the person who was assassinated by himself cannot stop the formation of the world! If you encounter the situation of Blackstone Forest and can't use the "body world" at all, then you are really useless, just like a slow-moving heavy tank. Although it is powerful, no one will foolishly wait there to bombard you!

Murong Xiaoxian is most eager to have a set of practice methods suitable for him, but at all, Murong Xiaoxian has also tried to pick up the introductory mind method of Yuxumen again, but under the influence of the small sun in his body, not to mention gathering energy, even this idea will attract a sharp pain in the brain!

Are you a talent or a waste?

In the midst of sorrow, Murong Xiaoxian suddenly remembered the epileptic Taoist. What exactly is that kind of obsession-like thing that epileptic Taoist said? Murong Xiaoxian can be sure that it must be a kind of spiritual cultivation! And the best way to recuperate your mental strength is meditation!

Murong Xiaoxian, a two-year-rounder, is the superposition of two people's spiritual power, so his spiritual power is naturally much stronger than ordinary people, otherwise it would have been impossible to promote the industry at the beginning! Although there is no need for spiritual power as energy to stimulate Huo Honglian at this moment, it is not a bad thing to have stronger spiritual power! At least you can make your senses more sensitive and make yourself more like a fish in water when you use the world!

I hope the old man didn't lie to me. Murong Xiaoxian sighed, stabilized his mind, eliminated distracting thoughts, and entered the whole day's meditation...

During this period, Murong Xiaoxian also went out to look for Su Muqi many times, but Su Muqi was sinking into the sea. For the rest of the time, Murong Xiaoxian sat quietly on the roof, looking up at the blue sky, white clouds and the infinite starry sky. Thinking of the original agreement, Murong Xiaoxian sighed. After all, she broke the appointment for three days. It seemed that she failed to find herself and went back to the north. Of course, he didn't know that Nishang had tamped from it, otherwise he would not have been so anxious, but Murong Xiaoxian decided to go to her after the matter here stabilized.

Half a month later, Murong Xiaoxian suddenly remembered his little sun in Dantian. What would happen if this force could circulate his meridians?

Just when Murong Xiaoxian's idea first came into being, the little sun suddenly moved...