The mask was almost broken into a pile of flesh and blood, but now the body is gradually becoming more abundant, and there is even a crystal luster flowing between the flesh and blood, clear and shiny.
Di Linglong flicked his fingers, and a ball of golden energy poured into the mask's body. His remaining body was quickly reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The mask's face was pale, but the aura on his body was extraordinary pure and clean, like a newly born baby.
"Master, I'm fine." The mask's voice was weak and powerless.
Then, Masambhara tried hard to stand up, her feet trembling, as if she was very unfamiliar with her body. After persisting for a few times, she lay down.
"Thank you for reshaping your body." Mask took a deep breath.
After all, the mask was older when he was practicing martial arts, and his meridians were fixed. Now he was pushed back and returned, and the future became truly bright.
"But I can't accept your insult to your mentor." Mask continued.
Shi Kui was crazy on the side.
Please don't provoke the leader.
"Hahaha." Di Linglong laughed wildly, then waved her hand like a flies: "Little waste, get out, I don't have time to pay attention to you now."
A powerful force came, and the mask flew out of the tent.
"Hmph, insult? When I pressed him under my body to borrow seeds, did he dare to say a word?" Di Linglong muttered in a low voice.
Mask didn't hear this.
Shi Kui smiled bitterly, but he still had to pretend that he had heard nothing.
Only Rosen was standing in a mess.
"Okay, it's time to talk about the main business next." Di Linglong seemed to be in a good mood, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Luo Sen felt Di Linglong's gaze and felt a sense of tantrum in his heart: "I don't know what Lord Di Linglong wants to talk about?"
"Ten boiling blood swords a month are not enough." Di Linglong straight to the point.
Rosen refused without thinking: "No more."
The Boiling Blood Sword is the capital for me to talk to the Dragon Sword Army equally, otherwise why would I be able to make a deal with the Dragon Sword Army?
Moreover, once the number of boiling blood swords is too large, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Never overestimate human nature. This kind of thing that easily arouses the inner desire for murder is the most secure thing in your own hands.
"Hmph." Di Linglong didn't seem surprised Luo Sen's words: "The Dragon Slaying Army has a total of 5,000 people, and only ten boiling blood swords a month. I have to wait for forty years to get the entire army equipped, which is too long."
Luo Sen was secretly shocked.
If the Five Thousand Dragon Slaying Army had a boiling blood sword in their hands, and if a great war was coming, what a terrible force would it be.
"I really can't do anything about it." Rosen said with his head down.
Di Linglong stared at Luo Sen, his eyes as if the scorching sun was about to melt Luo Sen's entire body. Luo Sen felt a little breathless. The pressure on Di Linglong put him too much.
"I know what you are worried about." Di Linglong said slowly: "In one year, you will have equipped the Dragon Swords with the Dragon Slaying Army with 5,000 Boiling Blood Swords, and I owe you three favors."
Rosen's heart pounded wildly.
Isn’t it possible for Di Linglong to leave alone in the future?
"Also, I promise that the Boiling Blood Sword will never be circulated. Once I find that the Boiling Blood Sword flows to the outside world through my Dragon Slaying Army, I will take it back in person." Di Linglong said again.
Luo Sen took a deep breath and felt Di Linglong's urgent mood.
Just why is it so urgent?
"Is there a way now?" asked Di Linglong.
Rosen smiled bitterly: "Can I still say there is no?"
Di Linglong nodded with satisfaction: "You know what you need, you can bring up any materials, and I can satisfy you."
"No, no, it's not valuable materials." Rosen waved his hand and replied: "Shield Detective will take the sword in three days."
"Three...three days?" Di Linglong's face froze, and then his tone became extremely loud: "You can cast five thousand boiling blood swords in three days. You can't kill ten dragon soldiers in just one month?"
Rosen scratched his head awkwardly: "This..."
"If I hadn't owe you three favors, I would have wished to slap you to death." Di Linglong glared at Luo Sen.
Shi Kui glanced at Ron with some resentment.
He really thought the casting of the Boiling Blood Sword was very difficult.
Rosen stood innocently.
"Sir, Chief." Shi Kui stepped forward and took out a soul-attracting lamp and whispered: "I got this thing today."
Di Linglong was surprised: "Soul-Starting Lamp? Where did it come from?"
"It was also found in Luosen's shop." Shi Kui said.
Di Linglong glanced at Luo Sen: "The little guy can hide it deeply. You can even get such things. I won't talk much, I want this too."
"This is a bit troublesome." Luo Sen said helplessly: "It's hard to get the raw materials for this thing, and I really can't get too many."
"What raw materials do you want?" asked Di Linglong.
Luo Sen hesitated for a moment and replied, "The soldiers and generals need ghosts."
"What! You use the soul to refine your weapon!" Di Linglong's eyes turned cold.
Luo Sen quickly explained: "It is not a living soul, it is directly peeled off from the living person. All I need is a ghost, those ghosts whose obsessions are too deep to dissipate, but who loses their minds and lives in a daze."
Di Linglong calmed down a little, then frowned: "Ghost soldiers and ghost generals, there should be some battlefield ruins, and I will find someone to pay attention to it."
Rosen nodded.
Luo Sen did not say Guitoushan, after all, he still had to keep some backup plans.
After the matter was discussed, Di Linglong saw the guests off directly.
Luo Sen had no idea to stay and quickly walked out of the camp. After all, the oppression that Di Linglong gave people was too strong.
"Tong Shi Du, your leader is not as approachable as you said." Luo Sen said with lingering fear.
Shi Kui looked bad and said in a muffled voice: "If anything involving the old leader, the leader will be unable to control his emotions. Besides, you have deliberately concealed the matter of the Boiling Blood Sword. Not to mention the old leader, even I want to
I'll beat you up."
Luo Sen smiled awkwardly, said all the good things, and promised to give Shi Kui's anger to dissipate.
Luo Sen asked curiously: "What is the relationship between Long Xia and Di Linglong? It sounds a bit unusual."
"Shh, don't ask so much, it's very dangerous." Shi Kui looked around and confirmed that there was no one before whispering: "The old leader and the leader once had a relationship."
Rosen suddenly realized.
This is a big wonder.
"Don't spread it blindly, otherwise you won't know how you die." Shi Kui warned.
Luo Sen nodded repeatedly.
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There was silence in the camp.
Di Linglong took off the blood-colored armor on the ** in a little tired, and the military arts scriptures on the long table were spread out, but she couldn't even read a word.
"I don't know how to see me while I'm alive, do you still hate me? Humph, don't I hate you? If you have the ability, don't show up in front of me, bastard."
Di Linglong cursed fiercely.
Then, a trace of worry flashed in her eyes, and her deep eyes seemed to pass through the curtain of the camp, looking towards the endless desert far away.