Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 172 Possessed Resurrection, A First Look at the Tenth Floor

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On the official road, the nameless formation revived, intertwined with the dragon text that overwhelmed the whole state, the emperor's dragon spirit, and a word of beheading to punish demons.

In the large formation that almost covered the entire Hailing Prefecture, Su Qinian walked in the murderous formation, feeling the sharpness of the sword. There is no doubt that this is an unknown and shocking sword formation, guided by the dragon spirit of the emperor, Demonstrate the majesty of the real dragon.

The palm-sized Yuanshi melting furnace was turned up and down in Su Qinian's hands, and a steady stream of monsters were collected and refined to become drops of pure vitality liquid.

Five monsters can refine one drop of vitality liquid, and an ordinary monster soldier can refine two drops of vitality liquid, a corporal-level monster soldier can refine five drops, and a centurion-level monster soldier can refine a full [-] drops. drop.

A large amount of vitality liquid was refined, Su Qinian's eyes were bright, he stepped among the group of monsters, at this time, some monsters had already started to be strangled by the invisible sharp edge, and became powder.

Su Qinian noticed that as he continued to refine the monster race, ordinary monsters could make the dragon guards produce a piece of golden scales, a hundred for monster soldiers, a thousand for corporal ranks, and ten thousand for centurion ranks. .This also explains why more than [-] golden scales were inexplicably born in his previous dragon protection order.

Walking back along the road from the ancient town, Su Qinian tried his best to refine the demons, but he couldn't beat the strangling speed of the big formation.

Of the nearly ten thousand demon masters, only two thousand were finally refined by him, of which there were more than [-] ordinary demon soldiers, sixteen demon soldier corps leaders, and five demon soldier centurion commanders.

His mind sank into the furnace of Yuanshi, Su Qinian looked at the pure white and flawless vitality liquid with nearly [-] drops in the ten-foot void, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although there was a change in the end this time, and it was not possible to really force the limit and break the shackles of the tenth layer of "Turtle and Snake Art", the nearly [-] drops of vitality liquid, even more than [-] taels of snow silver, may not be exchanged. The extremely pure vitality, rich in vitality, may not be comparable to the primordial qi of heaven and earth or the vitality of life, but it is not much different.

At least from Su Qinian's point of view, he continuously absorbs the energy of the primordial origin of the world, even for a whole year, it is impossible for him to collect [-] drops of primordial energy liquid.

Moreover, the primordial qi of heaven and earth and the vitality of life are extremely condensed and difficult to preserve. If they are not absorbed in time, they will return to the depths of the void, or evaporate between the heaven and the earth.

The ancient town of Qintong became quiet, and a flock of birds on the Magpie Lake crawled on the sandbar, and did not dare to spread their wings again until the light faded away.

Su Qinian was walking on the familiar Mashi Street, and saw the blood on the corner of the street. It was a big businessman who had been hiding and never left out of luck. Now there are only corpses and bones left, and all life is gone.

This is greed.

Su Qinian sighed in his heart, there are all kinds of beings, and everyone has to pay the price for their choices.

Bu Zhensi.

On top of the ruins, except for the broken sapphire official seal, Su Qinian could no longer see the so-called large formation of caves and the opened path of demon soldiers. Ningbi, only one day hangs in the sky, and a little bit of golden light sprinkles down.

Sighing, Su Qinian went all over the ancient town, gathered the corpses and broken bones all over the place on the bank of Magpie Lake, took a wine jar, and burned it to ashes with the Hunyuan flames, and then put it in the wine jar.

Boom!

The wine jar was sealed, and was thrown into the blue lake by Su Qinian. A handful of paper money was scattered by the lake. Just as Su Qinian was about to turn around, his mental strength jumped suddenly, and he saw the sandbar in the lake. Some magpies who were still in shock fluttered their wings and landed in front of him one by one. They were not afraid of strangers, and hundreds of them landed in an instant.

With a flash of light in his eyes, Su Qinian saw the hundreds of magpies nodding in unison towards him, tears streaming from the corners of their eyes.

"Possession revival?"

Su Qinian murmured, his mental strength was sharp, and he had a faint insight into the truth and reality. Although many of the corpses and bones gathered just now could not be identified clearly, they were probably in the hundreds.

And as the hundreds of magpies bowed towards him, Su Qinian felt that there seemed to be something more in the ancestral orifice courtyard, but he fell into the sea of ​​consciousness, but he didn't find anything. It's just that I feel that my spiritual power is a little more harmonious than before, and I have a little more understanding when I interfere with the world.

The sudden harvest, Su Qinian pondered for a moment, then revealed a thoughtful look, and at this moment, hundreds of magpies fluttered and flew, and there was still a little bit of blood and tears in the corners of his eyes.

"Death is like a lamp going out, and the soul leaves the body."

"In ancient myths and legends, there is Yama, the underworld, with eighteen layers of hell, where the souls of dead people enter the underworld, waiting to be reincarnated."

"Without obsession, the spiritual thoughts of ordinary people can also frighten the soul and control things."

In the haze, there was a glimmer of light in front of Su Qinian's eyes. On the tenth floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", some vague thoughts came to his mind, but they were still only a mirror image, and he needed to understand carefully and keep trying before he finally settled on the way forward.

After half an hour.

On the official road, tens of thousands of townspeople migrated, and it has been dozens of miles away from the ancient town of Qintong.

Compared with the panic before, they are now much more calm and orderly, without any shoving or trampling.

The seven disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect were stained with blood, but they did not smile at this time, but their eyes were serious. The seven people did not know much at first, but now they have a thorough insight into the truth and reality. Although they disagree, they sealed off every possible existence. The way of the demon soldiers is boundless merit.

However, almost at the same time, a figure from the back appeared in the minds of the seven people, a boy of sixteen or seventeen, standing alone with a knife in his hand, facing ten thousand monsters alone, trying to kill a way out for the livelihood of tens of thousands of townspeople.

The great array recovered and fell into a deep sleep, and the Chixiao sword illuminated the land of the state. Under such a majestic aura, it was difficult to distinguish the enemy from us...

The seven people were silent, and there was some commotion in the sudden crowd. The seven people raised their eyebrows, and they felt it, and turned their heads suddenly.

Under the setting sun, a dark blue robe walking from the end of the official path, blood-stained on his body, the setting sun was like fire, and the shadow stretched very long.

Before the moving team, Su Qinian looked at the seven of them. The eyes of the disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect were dim, but open and frank.

After a few breaths, Su Qinian nodded towards the seven people, then took a step forward, and not long after, he returned to the land of the dragon head.

On the carriage, the curtain had already been lifted, and the little girl waved her little hand at Su Qinian forcefully without thinking about it from a distance, her immature and smooth face was full of tears, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.

"It's good to be back... It's good to be back."

After Su Qinian boarded the carriage, the Chu family and the Su family stretched out their hands tremblingly, and each grabbed Su Qinian's palm one by one. The two old people squeezed so tightly that Su Qinian could feel the calluses on the two old people's palms. And rough old, fine folds.

Old man Chu was silent at first, but when he came back to his senses, he stretched out his hand and patted Su Qinian's shoulder three times, and murmured: "Okay, okay, okay!"

After speaking, he glared at the old wife and Su Shi again, and said: "What are you still doing in a daze, bandage Qi Nian's wound!"

Even though his physical body is strong, most of the wounds have been healed under the nourishment of the primordial Qi of heaven and earth, Su Qinian did not refuse, and let the two elders do what they want.

Afterwards, Su Qinian poured spiritual power into the old man again for the sake of the little girl. This time, he poured spiritual power into it, and something strange happened. The old man's lifeless body gradually showed some ups and downs, although it was only a very slight one. Breathing, but it was enough to make the little girl burst into tears.

Afterwards, the old man clenched the hand that was held by the little girl, and then let go, and the little Gua Niang was even more pleasantly surprised. This improvement was much, much bigger than before.

……

The setting sun sets, and the bright moon rises in the east.

On the city wall of Hailing City, General Hanwei of the fourth rank does not understand the lotus-patterned iron armor. Standing on the top of the city, looking into the distance, standing side by side with him is the strongest man who is currently sitting in Hulong Villa in Hailing Prefecture. Dragon Lord Duanmu.

This Dragon Lord Duanmu has an extraordinary background, and he is also unparalleled in wisdom and scheming, but the General Hanwei who is stationed in Hailing Prefecture always has no intention of getting close.

"I report to my lords that the migratory team from Baima Town came to the city gate. The household records recorded that there were [-] townspeople, but the actual number was [-]." A soldier boarded the city wall, and the survivors had already been counted. By.

From the frowning bearded general of the fourth rank, there is a shortfall of nearly [-] people. Except for the daily caravans, there are about [-] people. More than [-] people were lost.

More than eleven thousand people!

It is not the soldiers shrouded in horse leather on the battlefield, that is called heroism, but the more than [-] civilians, who can only be called miserable. This first-class Hunyuan general Hanwei can't help feeling a little sad in his heart.

This is not the frontier of the East China Sea. It is hard to imagine how tragic the frontier is. Every day against overseas demon masters, how many human soldiers buried their bones in other places, and there are no bones left.

Not long after, the alternate dragon guards from Hulong Mountain Villa went up to the tower to pay respects to this feather fan and towel, the calm and calm Dragon Lord Duanmu. four people.

Without looking back, the Dragon Lord Duanmu just said indifferently: "For a generous burial, I will pay you one thousand taels of snow silver."

The alternate dragon guard retreated, and the Duanmu Dragon Master just turned around, looked at General Hanwei beside him, and asked, "Does the general think that Duanmu is unkind?"

The bearded General Hanwei was silent for a while, and said in a deep voice, "Not bad!"

"So what?" The Dragon Lord Duanmu sighed suddenly, turned his head, pointed to the densely packed civilians under Hailing City, and said, "They can stand here today and still be alive, how many soldiers lay dead on the frontier, No one knows the bones, if the Dragon Lord is kind today, tomorrow, not only will the number of people change from [-] to [-], it may be [-], or it may be It was [-] people, not even a single person."

General Hanwei, who was wearing an azure blue lotus-patterned iron armor, took a deep breath and didn't know what to say for a while. (Ask for a monthly pass. Genuine subscription is the biggest support for ten steps. Well, everyone, come to Qidian to subscribe.)

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