The speed at which the cherry blossoms fall is five centimeters in seconds.

Ye Mingyu punched a little faster than Sakura.

He hit Doll A's head with one punch, and then punched Doll B's lower body. At the same time, he repeatedly jumped horizontally to avoid Doll C's attack, and his elbow hit Doll D's nose tilted.

Only after puppet E and puppet F realized something was wrong.

But he was thrown out of the doll C and ran away, and collapsed into a lump in the corner of the wall...

Scream.

Ye Mingyu did not find the key from the doll, so he used the Fireball Technique and hit the goal with one shot.

boom--

When the smoke and dust disappear, the world is in harmony.

Even if such a big disturbance occurs, no one notices it.

Because Ye Mingyu is a sneak master!

And Master Silencing will not be discovered!

"The next question is, where is the secret room?"

This question is worth thinking about. Ye Mingyu thought about it carefully for a long time and finally got the answer-

I don't know where the secret room is.

So he decided to go with the flow.

As a guy who is not only handsome but also lucky, fate will stand on his side.

Advancing in the intersecting underground corridor, occasionally a few evil rats attacked, trying to bite Ye Mingyu with sharp minions, but they were completely unable to tear the enhanced epidermal cells.

Even his face cannot be broken.

The little monster cannot stop the pace of the God of War.

Ye Mingyu was in the underground corridor and was determined to make random choices for every fork.

Hard work pays off.

Everything returns to its original starting point.

He stood in the room where he met the chief minister.

Then I accidentally encountered a dark grid, and the wall light was not turned back to its original position, and the intersection leading to the secret room was fully revealed.

Ye Mingyu poked the barrier with his finger.

Smile disdainful.

Jump left and right, find the gap, conduct a wave of expansion PLAY, and drill in smoothly.

He truly felt that the goddess of luck was standing on his side.

I regretted it a little. I shouldn't have been young and energetic at the beginning, so I punched her to cry.

Several big guys did not expect anyone to break into this place, so they still negotiated. Ye Mingyu stepped down the steps and stopped at the corner.

From this position, they can be heard.

"On December 30th, tomorrow morning, I will guard the Saint Maiden to temporarily leave the temple and go to the nearby forest to practice the natural school, where the siege and killing will begin."

Are you going to take action against the 19th generation?

When the strength of the two sides is in comparison, the winner is also divided into five or five.

Ye Mingyu put his ears on the wall. Although the sound was not clearer, it was very cool and comfortable.

"Captain Knight, I understand what you think, but what are you going to do with the Golem Legion?"

Golem Legion.

It is an alchemy creature that guards the lineage of the Saint thousands of years ago.

He once made great contributions in the battle of dusk. In today's peaceful era, he mainly protects the safety of the Saint.

"Forced kill."

The swords and swords sing, like longing to sip blood.

The person who spoke was the contemporary sword saint, the first person in the Blue Empire's construction school, and he was the only one who was qualified to say such words.

"That's all. There may be many variables tomorrow. I'm most worried that the Saint is too cautious."

"The plan cannot keep up with the changes. If it really reaches that level, we can only fight. Our side has enough combat power."

......

Ye Mingyu listened quietly.

When the conversation ended, I left quietly.

As for the room under house arrest, he put on makeup on the alchemy doll and would not be exposed for a while.

Leaving from the Yangyan Trail, I walked for half an hour before I arrived at the main road, and I could almost return to the center of the imperial capital.

"The place where the Chief Supervisor lives is really offensive, and there is not even a signal."

Looking at the gradually lit up signal, Ye Mingyu felt like he was walking out of the deep mountains and forests.

He turned on his phone.

Seven missed calls and countless text messages.

From...Yeyes?

Is there something wrong with the Undead?

Ye Mingyu was stunned and looked through the message from Ye Yezi.

There are only two words - the Temple.

What did Yeyezi discover? What is the situation now?

Ye Mingyu tried to make a call, but after a moment he answered, he felt relieved:

"Is it an old enemy? I'm going to die."

Opening lightning strike!

Ye Mingyu hurriedly sensed the other party's status through the contract and found that Ye Yezi was still lively and probably had a guess:

"How many units of battery do you have on your phone?"

"6%, no cell phone will kill people! I'm going to finish it, damn it. Now the undead group is looking for me. I hide. They can't find it, and there is no way to charge here. Are you able to give me a power bank..."

Ye Yezi complained in a nagging manner.

I haven't played ranking for a few days, and her ranking has dropped by one star, and I'm tired of playing stand-alone games.

"Stop it, the undead are chasing you?" Ye Mingyu pulled the topic back.

"Yes, a small matter, let's talk about the power bank..."

"Why are you chasing?"

"I overheard their great secret, about the resurrection of the seven generations of the undead monarchs, was in the Temple of the Imperial Capital."

Ye Mingyu thought of that strange tomb.

Absolutely there!

The body of the first generation of saints!

"I see."

"That's good, when will you send me a charge..."

Ye Mingyu hung up the phone.

He was not in the mood to care about Ye Ye Zi, and the atmosphere is very heavy now.

What should come will come eventually.

The first saint is about to be resurrected, but in the attitude that everyone is most reluctant to see.

The Undead...

Even if it is the same body, is there the same soul inside the body?

The artifact is not in the hands of the undead clan, which means that the sixth generation of monarchs intends to launch sacrifices and forcibly welcome the seventh generation at the cost of sacrifice.

The progress is too fast.

How can it be so fast?

The nineteenth generation of saints is about to be assassinated.

The enemy is approaching, but the internal chaos is still in chaos.

I'm afraid even the prime minister did not expect that the legion summoned by the ancient art of the God of Underworld was not cannon fodder for war, but just a ritual sacrifice.
To be continued...