Ten years passed in a flash. According to the time of the copy, Wu Mingkong is now sixteen years old. Of course, Wu Mingkong reopened the dungeon several times for various reasons. In fact, Wu Mingkong has stayed in this dungeon for more than ten years.

Fortunately, I have a smart brain backup memory. Five years have passed when I first reopened it, and it feels like a different life when I return to reality.

But after staying in the dungeon for so many years, he also thought about the meaning of the dungeon goal, but he never left his home, and he was all in the library of the Imperial Heavenly Prison, without taking a step.

But he was happy with this. After soaking in this sea of ​​books for a long time, his temperament was filled with a stream of bookish spirit, and he looked gentle and elegant.

He was much more restrained, and the old men in the library could not see through Wu Mingkong now. If Wu Mingkong did not speak, people would know it. But he was just an ordinary scholar without any martial arts.

Except for the Grand Historian Ji Rengao, who is the great master of martial arts, no one on the Mingtianjian can see through Wu Mingkong, and so are warriors in the celestial realm.

And for such a long time, Wu Mingkong's "The Essential Essence" was also deleted and revised. Now, in Wu Mingkong's hands, he is not bound by form, and he can easily pick it up, and it is even more exquisite to use the momentum to accumulate momentum.

The four qi of warm, cold, dampness and heat are even more terrifying. If they are touched, they will be like poison of the tarsal bones and cannot be removed. Unless you can find someone with medical skills and skills above Wu Mingkong to treat them, you can only wait for death.

For Wu Mingkong, this copy has actually been returned. With Wu Mingkong's years of self-cultivation and character cultivation, he has washed away his originally impatient psychology.

Maybe it's a salted fish.

It’s a pity that the innate true body is still a little worse.

What's the difference?

The difference is that there is not enough magic power to support his body to transform into the innate true body. Over the years, Wu Mingkong has worked diligently to absorb the heaven and earth energy of this martial arts copy. Unfortunately, it is too thin.

If it is okay to use control to fight the enemy, it is really good to use it to practice it to become magic power. Wu Mingkong has also calculated the ratio, which is 10,000 to 1.

So even if you add the number of times you reopen the dungeon, you can only save one percent of the spiritual talisman, which is always a step further than the previous one.

Wu Mingkong decided to stay for another two years. If he still didn't have the chance to complete the mission of the dungeon goal: the genius on the Fengyun List, then Wu Mingkong would be ready to give up this dungeon for the time being and prepare to open the next dungeon.

And this opportunity came by chance.

"Zhen Ming, you have been in this Imperial Heaven Prison for decades." Ji Rengao asked holding a book.

"It's been 16 years, Lord Taishi Ling." Wu Mingkong replied.

"I've been hiding for so long, are you unwilling to give up?" Ji Rengao asked again.

“It’s a comfortable life.”

Ji Rengao couldn't help but smile. He really saw Wu Mingkong's behavior over the years, and he really said that he was relieved.

"Then you can't feel relieved. Recently, I got the news that the magic weapon in Zhenjian Villa has been tempered for several years. Now it is the day of its birth. You might as well fight."

Wu Mingkong shook his head. How good can ancient weapons be?

"Forget it, Lord Taishi Ling, I'm not good at using weapons."

"You can't help but go out and try it out. Maybe you will be in the celestial realm when you come back."

Wu Mingkong also noticed that this seemed to be a sign of the target of the copy.

"Is the celestial realm very strong? If you don't become a master, you can't walk for a round in my hands. But since it's the order of Lord Taishi Ling, I'll go and go." Wu Mingkong said this very arrogantly.

However, Ji Rengao did not refute Wu Mingkong's words. He knew that the celestial realm might not be able to walk for a round in Wu Mingkong's hands.

Because he and Wu Mingkong fought once a year, from the beginning of walking in the garden to the need to pay attention to it later, Wu Mingkong's growth was very terrifying, especially in the "The Greatest Truthful Essence", after the top 20 Jiazi of the sixty Jiazi, he now dare not take it head-on.

"That's good. Go and get a set of Lingtai Lang's official titles. From now on, you will be my seventh-rank Lingtai Lang in the Imperial Heaven Supervision."

"Yes, Lord Taishi Ling."

Although this is only a seventh-rank official, the Imperial Heavenly Prison is different. Wu Mingkong's seventh-rank official has quite a lot of authority, comparable to the small flag of the Changjingsi, the tenth-man commander of the Iron Blood Army, and the small yellow sect of the Wugeng Sect.

These four organizations are the four pillars of the great sect. The Imperial Heavenly Prison guards the palace, the Xuanjingsi arrests the world, the Iron Blood Army suppresses foreign races, and the Wugeng Sect intelligence spreads all over the world.

The Imperial Heavenly Superintendent, the Grand Governor of the Xuanjingsi, the Iron Blood Protecting the Country, and the Inner Supervisor of the Wugen Sect are the four pillars of the Great Gan and the Heavenly Protecting. Wu Mingkong still knows these four departments.

Among the forces in the rivers and lakes, one sword crosses the North Tian Sword Sect, the leader of the aristocratic family, two major forces, Jiangnan Ye, divide the rivers and lakes, one south and one north.

These are the six great masters on the surface. Among them, it is precisely because of the four great masters of Dagan that they firmly suppressed those sects and aristocratic families that are ready to move.

Other secondary forces, such as Wu Mingkong's goal, have been many times more than Zhenjian Villa. Even sects are also families. However, they have good sword-forging skills and are well-known in the world. However, this sword-forging skills have also attracted many people's jealousy. However, Feng Yang, the owner of Zhenjian Villa, is a warrior with a perfect celestial realm, which suppressed these covetousnesses.

However, Feng Yang is already in a high position this year, and Zhenjian Villa has no successor. In the future, Feng Yang will pass away. Zhenjian Villa is afraid that this sword-forging technology will not be able to protect the skills. Not to mention anything else, if you do it, you will be very jealous of this skill, especially the Iron Blood Army's National Protection General.

Wu Mingkong was sure that this time it must be more than just the Imperial Heaven Supervision sent people, Xuanjingsi, Iron Blood Army, and Wugeng Sect, which must have sent people there.

I just don't know how good these individuals are.

Wu Mingkong didn't want to fight, he just wanted to practice quietly. What did he fight with a group of martial arts practitioners? It was not the martial arts world that could easily break through the void and break the palm of his palms into the galaxy.

Wu Mingkong also knew the upper limit of this dungeon, at most it was the second level of the third level of Zhongguan in the inner alchemy technique, and it was impossible to be higher.

Of course, I dare not deny that there are some powerful hidden old monsters lurking somewhere to repair.

"I have lived for so long and have the first time I went out to explore the legendary world. This is really exciting." Wu Mingkong packed up the gold and silver soft materials, went to the market to buy a donkey, and left Kyoto, headed towards Zhenjian Villa.

As for why he doesn't ride a horse, he doesn't have personality. If he didn't have a cow, he would have been planning to ride a cow.
Chapter completed!