Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1820 - 1821: Martial God's Notes

Yang Fei dealt with Ning Tian's affairs, feeling sowhat relieved.

Although he didn't know if the Ning Family Clan really expelled Ning Tian, whether it was true or false.

However, from now on, Ning Tian wouldn't dare to provoke him again.

He was preoccupied with the Martial God's Secret Docunt in Mi Xuan's hands, and hurriedly rushed to the Polytechnic University Laboratory's computer room.

In the Polytechnic University Laboratory, Mi Xuan was biting her hair with her white teeth, her eyes staring blankly at the computer screen, filled with tears.

On the computer screen, there was a docunt, an electronic diary entry.

At this mont, Yang Fei burst through the door, shouting loudly.

"Mi Xuan, darling, have you unlocked the Martial God Code?"

Mi Xuan turned around and threw herself into Yang Fei's arms, sobbing loudly.

"I don't want you to die. I want you to live well, because if you die, I wouldn't want to live either."

Yang Fei was shocked and clumsily embraced her soft body.

"What happened? Who said I'm going to die? Aren't I alive and well?"

Mi Xuan's tears fell like a torrent, soaking Yang Fei's clothes, but she didn't care as she pressed her lips to his, kissing him fiercely.

"Yang Fei, if possible, I would die for you."

"You're a great hero, but the things you have to do... sob, they're too dangerous."

Yang Fei was baffled by Mi Xuan's unusual behavior, suddenly thinking of the Martial God's Secret Docunt, his heart sinking.

"Did you see sothing in the Martial God's Secret Docunt?"

With tears in her eyes, Mi Xuan nodded and pointed to the screen.

"Yes, I've unlocked the Martial God Code. It contains the Martial God's notes, and he says you... you..."

Saying this, Mi Xuan started crying again, unable to continue.

Yang Fei felt astonished, moving past Mi Xuan to the computer.

On the computer screen, there was an opened electronic docunt. Yang Fei looked closer; it was a set of notes.

The notes contained photographs and text, organized like a diary.

He forced himself to stay calm, opened the first page, and began reading.

...

March 17th, Thursday, sunny.

Today marks the tenth day since Miao'er fell asleep. Helen and Qianqian checked on him, still no heartbeat, with Qi-Blood and Essence Qi faint.

This poor child is kept alive only by nutrient fluids, leaving feeling mournful.

...

April 11th, Friday, breezy.

Miao'er started having a heartbeat—a cause for joy. If fate favors this child, he is bound to survive great calamities and achieve Supre Divine Power!

...

August 12th, Saturday, stormy.

Miao'er finally awoke, yet the Queen Mother of the West's natural law continued to consu his vitality.

The only Cultivation Technique in the world capable of countering the Queen Mother of the West's natural law is the Great Martial God Emperor's Nine Extre Dragon Decree, I think...

...

May 10th, Tuesday, thunderstorm.

Heaven and earth reveal anomalies, the Queen Mother of the West finally targeted Yang Fei, and a great disaster looms.

But a man should die with dignity; why stoop to Kunlun Divine Realm?

In this world, I have co, fought, loved!

...

October 10th, Wednesday, gloomy and stormy.

Fight, for the eternal glory of the Human Race, forged by . The evolution of humanity is irreversible; how can it be controlled by the so-called gods? Those who block shall die!

...

January 21st, Tuesday, overcast.

Defeated, for the life of this world, I am willing to imitate Protheus, to enter Kunlun as a slave.

Farewell, my beloved country, and people.

Yet, I have sown the seeds of victory for this world.

Miao'er, didn't you want to imitate the Kunpeng and soar nine thousand miles high?

Above Kunlun, I will wait for you, to open the battlefield anew, reignite the flas of war, and bury All Gods!

We will et again at the Burial God Battlefield!

...

Yang Fei flipped through the chapters, growing more astonished as he read.

Between the lines, he could feel the Martial God's generous and sorrowful emotions, and his concern and expectations for him.

It turned out that fifteen years ago, he fought against a formidable being nad the Queen Mother of the West, and was severely injured, nearly dying.

He was in a nutrient tank, unconscious for five years, narrowly escaping death.

Five years later, ten years ago, the Queen Mother of the West ca seeking vengeance, bringing Divine Punishnt. Countless strong individuals died in battle, Yinxue Tower was destroyed!

In the midst of thunder and fire, he was burnt to charcoal, but under the Martial God's protection, he survived.

The Nine Extre Dragon Decree left by the Martial God turned out to be the only Cultivation Technique to thwart the Queen Mother of the West, key to reversing the entire situation.

Yang Fei felt a heavy weight pressing on his shoulders.

Countless fragnted mories surfaced in Yang Fei's mind; they were hazy yet incredibly vivid.

In his mory, a handso and imposing man, with Essence Qi transforming into wings at his ribs.

He wielded a sword, charged into the clouds, the sword tip dazzling, spewing a Sword Montum over 10 ters long, carving an eternal arc!

In his mory, countless thunders descended from the sky, Yinxue Tower was engulfed in flas, smoke rose to the heavens.

In his mory, he was crushed beneath the collapsing Yinxue Tower, his eyes filled with overwhelming lightning and fire raining down.

In his mory, nurous strong individuals soared and fought fiercely between Zhonghai's high-rises, falling like Dried Leaf Butterflies.

The tragic scene was astonishing, beyond Yang Fei's imagination.

In his mory, so adorable children cried loudly before fierce flas.

Beautiful won bravely rushed forward, each picking up a child.

...

Countless mory fragnts clashed and revived in Yang Fei's mind.

Many details in the mories were still unclear to him.

Yet, the scene of Yinxue Tower's destruction ten years ago was vivid.

A thousand years ago, the Great Martial God Emperor initiated the first Brahma battle, and Yinxue Tower's battle was the second Brahma battle.

Yang Fei only felt a surge of grief and anger in his chest, like explosives about to burst.

Roar!

He couldn't help but cry out to the sky, his voice like thunder.

Only in this way could he vent the endless grief and heroic intent in his heart.

No wonder when he t his adoptive father, his face had an unhealed Sword Mark.

No wonder his ntor Li Mingjun was so Divine, but each eting left him deeply fatigued.

Yang Fei couldn't imagine the fearso enemies his adoptive father and ntor confronted atop Kunlun, along with a group of formidable individuals.

And his Nine Extre Dragon Decree couldn't achieve Great Achievent, leaving him confined to this space, training silently.

He was the seed planted by the Martial God; all hope rested on him.

Thinking of this, Yang Fei clenched his fist, grinding his teeth audibly, releasing Tiger Extre Qi with imnse fierceness.

Mi Xuan stared at Yang Fei blankly, her eyes filled with tears.

She was an intelligent girl, though she couldn't fully understand the stories within the Martial God's Secret Docunt.

But she knew Yang Fei's responsibility and burden weighed heavier than the heavens.

And what the Martial God wanted him to do was the equivalent of climbing mountains of swords and diving into seas of fire, far too dangerous.

Mi Xuan didn't care about the Martial God, Human Race, or God Clan; she just hoped this man could live well.