The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

An old woman next to her shouted at the top of her voice, and Jiang Ming's eardrums were almost pierced.

"As for this..."

He muttered softly, and immediately received dozens of supercilious eyes.

Go ahead and ignore me. . .Jiang Ming quickly shut up.

Li Yuanfang withdrew his gaze from a distance, glanced at him, and said calmly: "It was General Sikong who was the first to invade Chang'an and liberate the people from the licentious former dynasty. Do you think he has great prestige?"

So that's the case, that's okay, worshiping generals is much better than worshiping those sissies from the previous life.

It's a pity that no one knows Jiang Ming's great record of saving the empress and beheading Ming Shiyin with a single sword.

Because he flew too high and too far, people couldn't see his face at all, and they still thought it was the sword fairy descending to earth.

Otherwise, his prestige would not be inferior to Sikong Zhen.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of eyes, the army entered the city through the Suzaku Gate like a long dragon.

As the leader, Sikong Zhen was even more eye-catching. His mighty image made people suspect that this was the God of Thunder himself, and some even knelt down piously.

Sikong Zhen passed by expressionlessly.

Suddenly, he seemed to have noticed something, turned his head to look at the crowd, his pupils shrank slightly.

Jiang Ming raised his head, just in time to meet a pair of eyes full of gleaming eyes.

My mind exploded, like being pricked by a thin needle.

In his eyes, time seemed to freeze, and everyone was frozen in this moment.

A wisp of white smoke emerged from above Sikong Zhen's head, condensing into another him.

Out of body!

As soon as Sikong Zhen appeared, he pinched his dragon claws and patted Jiang Ming's forehead.

Boom, there was a loud noise, and a tsunami-like soul wave emanated from Jiang Ming's body.

An illusory palm protruded from his chest, tightly clamping Sikong Zhen's wrist.

The two souls of the Xingyao realm wrestled secretly, and the soul power shook, but the people around did not respond at all.

After a moment of stalemate, a blue vortex suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ming.

The vortex rotated extremely fast, and the suction generated was like a big hand holding Sikong Zhen firmly.

A trace of soul fragments visible to the naked eye detached from him and was swallowed by Zhong Kui.

"A monster that can devour souls."

Sikong Zhen didn't feel flustered, he gave a loud shout, and the soul power surged out.

Boom, boom, like waves hitting the land.

Jiang Ming remained motionless.

Zhong Kui increased his devouring power and drew out more soul power.

Sikong Zhen frowned.

His arm was caught by Jiang Ming, and there was no way to get rid of Zhong Kui's swallowing.

In the current situation, as long as Jiang Ming clings to him tightly, Zhong Kui can drain Sikong Zhen little by little.

Of course, Sikong Zhen will never sit still.

He has a secret skill to get rid of the restraint, but this trick consumes a lot of energy and blood, so he doesn't want to use it unless it is absolutely necessary.

There is no other way, but to kill the thief with serious injuries. . .Sikong Zhen gritted his teeth hard, and a devastating aura condensed in his body.

Suddenly, he felt light all over.

Jiang Ming let go.

Sikong Zhen looked at him in astonishment, not knowing what expression to make for a moment.

"Why did you let go?" He asked suspiciously.

"I would like to ask why you attacked me."

Jiang Ming's face was full of black lines, he was still in a state of bewilderment.

Damn it, I saw the excitement and provoked someone, and started fighting without saying a word, did we have enmity in our previous life?

Sikong Zhen was silent for a moment, then said honestly: "I sensed a dark aura hidden in your body, and thought you were an enemy spy."

You are the spy, and that is Zhong Kui inside me. . .Jiang Ming hehe: "Then what do you think now?"

Sikong shook his head: "If you are a spy, there is no reason to let me go. I was impulsive."

"Since you know you are wrong, then apologize." Jiang Ming stared at him.

"..." Sikong Zhen remained silent.

Suddenly, the well-known general clasped his fists and said, "I made a mistake, sorry."

If you make a mistake, you must admit it, and the general is no exception.

Jiang Ming nodded: "Very well, I forgive you."

Sikong Zhen asked one last question before his soul returned: "Tell me your name."

"Jiang Ming."

The next moment, time thawed, the people around moved again, and the noisy voice filled the ears again.

Sikong Zhen passed by with a blank expression on his face.

"Jiang Ming, did you see that General Sikong seems to have glanced at me!" Li Yuanfang jumped up excitedly, like a concubine who was flopped by the emperor.

"No, you read it wrong."

Chapter 95：云缨

Sikongzhen settled the army, took off the blood-stained armor, put on a loose warrior robe, and then met Empress Wu Zetian in the backyard of the palace.

"I have seen Your Majesty." Sikong Zhen saluted respectfully.