Peerless concubine pharmacist

Chapter 553: Gift of the Purple Year

"Please let us handle it." War Soul requested.

"Okay, let's kill the enemy." Of course Luoyue agreed.

I saw the fighting spirits lined up on the ice lake, their eyes to Baisha said everything, eating his bones, peeling his skin, drinking his blood is not enough to relieve hatred!

"Now, it's time to fight back. I have endured for more than 3000 years! Today I can avenge my hatred!" The leader of the war spirit declared!
There was a sound of hissing as the broken halberd fell into the sand, and it was so loud.

This group of battle spirits rushed to the bottom of the frozen lake one by one like smoke and mist.

For a moment, gunpowder smoke filled the air, the waves rolled, and the sand and mist on the bottom of the sea were scattered. It was impossible to tell which ones were battle spirits and which were white sand. They stuck to each other, biting each other tightly. Only a deep hatred can make such a happy call.

Every time a handful of Baisha is bitten to death, it will be announced with a hissing sound. Everyone encourages each other, comforts each other, and revenge is so cool!
Luoyue watched, thought, and listened, Gusu Miao, when I confront you, I will also have the joy of fighting spirit today!

How she longed for that day!
That was such a strong desire in my heart.

In many moments, it is even the only idea that supports one's efforts and even survival.

When fighting with Baisha in the space, his physical strength was almost at the limit, and it was this motivation that supported him. Sometimes Luoyue was even afraid of realizing it too soon. If he realized it, what motivation would he have?

But that was just a fleeting thought, Gusu Miao must die!You must die in your own palm!Fang for revenge!
Seeing the real battle of revenge in front of her, the arrogance of arrogance, fierce roar, Jin Ge's hesitation, Luo Yue's emotions were aroused.

After a great battle, this white sand has been completely refined by the battle spirit, and there are only as many as one handful!

It turns out that what the war spirits lack is to release them from Baisha's captivity and exist in their original form. Baisha is by no means an opponent!After 3000 years of integration, the fighting spirits clearly knew the ways of the Baishas, ​​and when they fought, they knew themselves and the enemy and won every battle!

And the fighting spirits themselves will keep their own tricks.

Fighting spirits surged out of the water, with thousands of horses and horses roaring and stepping on the waves, passing each other the handful of white sand that was put into the bag.

Celebrate shame and victory this way.

After the enthusiasm conveyed, the leader of the battle spirit handed Baisha to Luoyue.

"Give it to you as a souvenir." Said the leader of the war spirit.

"This is your trophy." Luoyue said.

"We just want to forget the past, regain freedom, and start over. If you and Zi Nian need help in the future, call us as much as you want, and leave Baisha. Zi Nian just needs to say the spell of summoning the war spirit, and we will show up to help. " Said the soul of war.

The lake water made them clearer, so they could see clearly the hidden abilities in Zi Nian's body.

Luoyue is holding the white sand, this is the white sand that left her scarred, now she is lying quietly, no different from ordinary sand, except the color is snow white.

"I'll put them somewhere." After Zi Nian finished speaking, Luo Yue gave him the white sand.

I saw Zi Nian took out an hourglass from his ring. This is the hourglass he just made today. He wanted to fill some colored sand for Luoyue's happiness, but he couldn't find it. No, white is also good... …

Their unique totem is also engraved on the back of the hourglass, two fat-tailed squirrels!

It is original at first glance.

The sand is introduced into the hourglass, and the hourglass is closed, just right.

Zi Nian threw them over, Baisha leaked down little by little, a perfect timer, and at the same time, added a layer of seal to prevent them from turning over.

(End of this chapter)