C2 Dragon Ring

Leng Mufeng was stunned after hearing what the man said. He paused for a while before he recalled the memory of the dead crown prince and the events that happened in the past surged in Leng Mufeng's mind.

It was true that this person was the crown prince, but he was also the sickly crown prince who only had the cultivation of a rank 1 warrior. It was true that Royal Father, the emperor of the ancient martial arts empire, had just died. However, he had died in the hands of the rebel army.

His fiancee was indeed the prettiest in the entire Ancient Martial Continent, a beauty that could topple nations and a beauty that could shun the moon. But tonight, on their wedding night, the five pillars of the ancient martial empire — Zhou Family, Le Family, Qin Family, and the Tian Family — had turned against him and wanted him dead.

Leng Mufeng wanted to cry, but no tears came out. How did the unlucky crown prince end up like this? The man beside him saw that the crown prince didn't seem to be crying or smiling, so he asked worriedly, "Crown Prince, are you alright?"

"I'm perfect beyond compare!" Leng Mufeng raised his head and glanced at the big sized man, then blurted out his name: "Tulu, do you still have any Jinchuang Drug on you? F * cking pained me to death."

Although Tulu felt that the crown prince was very different from before, he quickly found an excuse for Leng Mufeng: the crown prince must have been beaten up by those Liu Steel level experts to such an extent.

Tulu sighed for the crown prince as he carefully smeared the Jinchuang Drug on Leng Mufeng's wound.

When Leng Mufeng saw that Tulu had finished painting for him, he put away the rest of the Jinchuang Drug and simply bandaged a few deep wounds on his body. Then he said: "Tulu, you will apply the rest of the Jinchuang Drug."

From the crown prince's memories, Leng Mufeng knew that the cultivation realms of Ancient Martial Continent were divided into warriors, martial artists, martial masters, Martial Master, Martial King, Martial Sovereign, Martial Saint, Martial Monarch, and Martial God. These nine realms each had nine stages from the first stage to the ninth stage.

The burly Tulu had grown up together with the crown prince. He was already a Level 3 Martial Master at such a young age. If Leng Mufeng, a Level 1 Warrior, wanted to escape, he would need Tulu.

Tulu touched the Jinchuang Drug in his arms and said: "Prince, this grandson, Zhou Bu, will definitely send someone to kill us. We will leave this Jinchuang Drug for the crown prince, it doesn't matter how thick my skin is."

Leng Mufeng struggled to stand up: "Do you want this prince to coat it for you, quickly! If the Jinchuang Drug is gone, we can buy it again. But if you are, will I still be able to live? "

Tulu thought about it for a moment, then took out the Jinchuang Drug and smeared it over it. Only then did Leng Mufeng have the chance to look around. There were more than ten corpses lying on the ground in a mess. The magic treasures scattered on the ground were flashing mysteriously under the moonlight.

This was the outskirts of the Ancient Martial Empire's Divine Capital, and there were endless sounds of slaughter and fire in the city. Tulu picked up his Jinchuang Drug, raised his huge machete and said to Leng Mufeng: "Prince, let's go quickly, the city shouldn't be able to hold on for long."

Leng Mufeng thought he could live his life forever, but who would have thought that he would lose his life right after arriving at Ancient Martial Continent. He lamented in his heart: This is all fate! They supported each other as they fled into the distance under the night.

At daybreak, the two of them arrived at the outskirts of Qingyang County. The entire city was already under martial law here, and hundreds of murderous guards guarded the four city gates, strictly inspecting the people who were entering and leaving the city. Cultivators flew past them from time to time, clearly searching for them.

When one cultivated Ancient Martial Continent to the Martial Master realm, they could fly in the air for tens of meters. Leng Mufeng stared blankly at the copper wall in front of him, not knowing what to do.

Pulling Tulu into a cove, Leng Mufeng said in a low voice, "Tulu, we have to take the small path to avoid the pursuers. This machete of yours is too conspicuous, why don't we find a place to hide for now?"

Tulu looked at Leng Mufeng, then looked at the big blade on his shoulder, and curiously said: "Crown Prince, why did you forget, don't you have a Dragon Ring, my machete can be placed there."

"Dragon Ring?" Leng Mufeng was surprised for a moment, the crown prince's memories came flooding back. The ancient martial empire had a Soul Artifact level treasure, this treasure could neither attack nor defend, but it had three hundred square meters of storage space. This was the Dragon Ring that had always been in the crown prince's hands.

Leng Mufeng hurriedly looked at his left hand. There was indeed a golden ring on his ring finger. The ring looked like a spiraling golden dragon, lifelike.

Leng Mufeng suddenly felt a pain in his heart. The crown prince's memories came surging back to him once again. He had prepared this memory for his fiancee, Zhang Yuer. He didn't expect that she would betray him on their wedding night.

Leng Mufeng shook his head. From the memories of the crown prince, he found the incantation to open the Dragon Ring. He recited it silently and the Dragon Ring suddenly opened.

A three hundred square meter space appeared in front of the two of them. Inside the space, it was filled with flickering gold light, filled with Spirit Stone s and Pills s. The crown prince had been sick ever since he was young, so he naturally carried a lot of rare Pills with him.

Leng Mufeng started drooling. My god, you are truly worthy of being the crown prince! Seeing these Pills that were unknown but exuded a strange fragrance and different colors of brilliance, Leng Mufeng was so excited that his body was trembling.

A purple light flashed, Leng Mufeng's gaze was attracted by the dozen or so artifacts placed together, and the crown prince's memories once again flooded over: Soul Artifact!

The treasures of the Ancient Martial Continent, according to their rank, were divided into the following categories: magical equipment, treasures, spirit artifacts, illusions, sacred artifacts, immortal artifacts, souls, Soul Artifact, and Divine Tool. Among them, entering the soul was the hardest, and one had to integrate the cultivator's spirit sense perfectly into the immortal equipment, evolving to the Soul Artifact, and being able to use it to their heart's content.

There were less than seven of them in the entirety of Ancient Martial Continent. Soul Artifact s were the dream of countless cultivators, and they could be unstoppable in the Ancient Martial Continent with just one.

It was a pity that the Crown Prince was the lowest ranked warrior, even if there were more than 10 Soul Artifact s, he would not dare to take them out. However, Leng Mufeng was different. He had "Ten Thousand Origin" and his cultivation could catch up immediately.

Thinking about this, Leng Mufeng looked like he was on stimulants, he said to Tulu in high spirits: "Throw your big machete over here, and choose a random Soul Artifact to use."

"Crown Prince, we know all of these Soul Artifact's Zhou Family s, once we use them, it's very easy for us to reveal our identities."

"Uh, I'm saying that when our cultivation level is higher, you can pick any one of them. Right now, hide your machete inside."

The two of them sneakily went over the mountains to the north, bypassed the Qingyang County, and escaped to the southwest.

After running for a few days, the two hungry people came to a cave. Tulu cleaned up the inside and said to Leng Mufeng, "Crown Prince, we will rest here for now. I will go out to fight some game. Stay in the cave and don't come out."

Leng Mufeng also wanted to take this opportunity to understand the situation of "Myriad Origin Return". He nodded and said, "Okay, you must be careful and not be discovered."

"Don't worry, Crown Prince!" Tulu answered and walked out of the cave with his machete.

Leng Mufeng sat cross-legged and circulated the meager spiritual energy in his body through one cycle. He found that there was no obstruction and his meridians were normal. He did not understand why the crown prince's cultivation was so weak. There were so many precious Pills in the Dragon Ring, even if he ate just one, he would have more spirit energy than he currently had.

Shaking his head, Leng Mufeng didn't try to find out the reason behind the change in the Crown Prince's memories. Instead, he closed his eyes and meditated, slowly feeling the 'Myriad Origin' left behind by the old man in the drinking accident.

When a person escapes, they will definitely be forced out of their full potential. Leng Mufeng, who has never been in a meditative state or even cultivated, quickly entered a deep meditative state. The light dots in his mind became brighter and brighter.

"A myriad of spells, from one source, from the void, from the quiet, from the return of all sources …" Suddenly, the ball of light exploded and countless golden words appeared in Leng Mufeng's mind.

It seemed to be a mess, but there was an order. The golden words flying around in his mind disappeared one by one from his consciousness, and were deeply engraved in Leng Mufeng's memory.

So that was how it was. The《 Myriad Origin》 was indeed miraculous. Leng Mufeng sighed with emotion from time to time and was completely immersed in it.

After an unknown period of time, Leng Mufeng finally opened his eyes and found Tulu staring at him with a pair of bell-like eyes. There was a rabbit by his feet, and the blood had dried up long ago.

Leng Mufeng was shocked: "What are you doing?"

"Crown Prince, you can cultivate now?"

"No, um, I'm just trying to see if I can cultivate it."

"What was the result?" Tulu's big eyes lit up with hope.

Leng Mufeng felt goosebumps all over his body. He comforted him, "It seems to have some effect. Oh right, how long have you been back?"

"There's an effect?" Tulu immediately jumped up, "I told you that God would not be so cruel to you." Tulu walked around excitedly, completely forgetting the question behind Leng Mufeng.

Just as Leng Mufeng was about to ask about the cultivation of the crown prince, the sound of breaking wind suddenly came from outside.

Tulu hastily wiped away the bloodstains on the hole. With one hand holding the rabbit, he grabbed Leng Mufeng and hid behind a huge rock. He held his breath and didn't dare to move.

A figure quickly rushed out of the cave and stopped, seemingly observing the situation inside the cave. After pausing for a while, it flew away, scaring the two of them until they were covered in cold sweat. After waiting for an hour and seeing no movement outside, he finally fled out of the cave in a panic, heading southwest.

After fleeing awkwardly for more than a month, he had almost been discovered by cultivators who were flying at low altitudes several times. It was extremely dangerous.

Today, the two of them arrived at a remote county city, Meng County. Their clothes were tattered and they had changed into beast skins.

Compared to the other counties, it was much quieter here. Leng Mufeng said: "Let's go, buy two sets of clothes to change into. After wearing this wild boar skin for two days, this prince will also become a wild boar."

Tulu pouted and said: "Who was it that shouted for me to kill that wild boar?"

"That's because Crown Prince is afraid of starving you. F * ck him, eating half a wild boar in one go. How can you eat so much?"

"Didn't you know from a young age that I could eat?"

"..."

The two of them entered Meng County. There weren't many people in the county, but it had all sorts of people. There were restaurants, inns, grain stores, and pawnshops.

The stench of blood filled the air as the two walked down the street. Passers-by covered their noses as they walked past each other to find a tailor shop. Then, the two walked in.

"Shopkeeper, give us two sets of clean clothes." Leng Mufeng shouted.

A petite man came running over from the inside when he heard the business call, "Master, you … "Ugh!" The shopkeeper was almost smoked to death by two people.

Leng Mufeng didn't blame him. He took out a silver ingot and put it on the counter: "Get us two sets of clean clothes. We've been hunting for a long time. Don't blame us, don't blame us!"

When the shopkeeper saw the silver, his two small eyes immediately lit up. "Understood, understood! Master and Master, please come inside to wash up and put on a set of casual clothes before coming back to choose again. "

"That's great, sorry to bother you."

Leng Mufeng and Tulu followed the shopkeeper into the inner courtyard. They washed themselves heartily and changed into a set of dry clothes before walking out.

The shopkeeper sized the two of them up and said, "The two of you are obviously not mortals. In the store, other than ordinary clothes, there is also leather armor made from demon beast skin. It's extremely strong and suitable for hunting in the mountains. I wonder if the two of you are interested."

"Oh, how much silver?" Leng Mufeng asked.

"Five taels of a level one demon beast, and ten taels of a level two demon beast."

The silver that Leng Mufeng gave him was exactly twenty liang, which was enough for a small family to live for a year. It couldn't be helped, since the crown prince didn't have the habit of carrying broken silver, this was still the smallest amount of silver in the Dragon Ring.

Tulu's bell-like eyes immediately went wide: "Did you lie to us? How could a Level 2 demon beast hide be so expensive?"

"Masters, this is the fur of the Rank 2 Scarlet Flame Tiger. It's incomparably flexible, and ordinary magical equipment would not be able to harm its body." The shopkeeper said as he took out two golden leather armors.

Leng Mufeng stretched out his hand and touched it. As expected, it was extremely tough: "Ok, shopkeeper. We will take these two." After all, Leng Mufeng and Leng Mufeng were fleeing for their lives. Since the shopkeeper was a local tyrant, Leng Mufeng decided to be generous and speak up.

"Good, good!" Master and Master, please go inside and change. " The shopkeeper was all smiles as he spoke, and he kept the silver ingot.

Leng Mufeng pulled Tulu into the tailor shop to change clothes. As soon as the two of them took off their clothes, a pale young man and four warriors rushed into the tailor shop.

"Old Sixth He, have you seen these two before?" The young man said as he took out two portraits and placed them in front of Old He.