Chapter 101: Possessing the body and returning to the soul, a first glimpse of the tenth floor
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On the official road, the nameless formation revived, interweaving the dragon text that overwhelmed a state, the emperor's dragon energy, and a beheading character to slay the monster.
In the large formation that almost enveloped the entire Hailing Prefecture, Su Qinian stepped into the murderous formation and felt the edge of the sword. There was no doubt that this was an unknown and stunning sword formation, guided by the emperor's dragon energy.
Demonstrate the majesty of the real dragon.
The palm-sized Yuanshi furnace was turning up and down in Su Qinian's hands, and a steady stream of monsters were collected and refined, turning into drops of pure vitality liquid.
Five demon soldiers can refine one drop of vitality liquid, while an ordinary demon soldier can refine two drops of vitality liquid, a captain-level demon soldier can refine five drops, and a centurion-level demon soldier can refine twenty drops.
Drop.
A large amount of vitality liquid was refined, and Su Qinian's eyes were bright. He stepped among the demons. At this time, some demons had already begun to be strangled by invisible sharp edges and turned into powder.
Su Qinian noticed that as he continued to refine the demon clan, ordinary demons could make the dragon guardian order grow one golden scale, the demon soldiers could have one hundred, the corps commander could have one thousand, and the centurion could have ten thousand.
.This also explains why more than 30,000 golden scales appeared inexplicably on his previous dragon protection order.
Walking back along the way from the ancient town, Su Qinian tried his best to refine the monsters, but he couldn't kill them faster than the large formation.
Of the nearly ten thousand demon masters, only two thousand were finally refined by him, including more than eighty ordinary demon soldiers, sixteen demon soldier captains, and five demon soldier centurions.
With his mind sinking into the furnace of Yuanshi, Su Qinian looked at a ball of pure white vitality liquid in the sky ten feet away, containing nearly 800 drops, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Although there were variables in the end this time, and it was impossible to really push the limit and break the shackles of the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu", these nearly 800 drops of vitality liquid, even more than 20,000 taels of snow silver, may not be exchanged for it.
The extremely pure vitality, rich in vitality, may not be as good as the original energy 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 absorbed the Qi of the Origin of Heaven and Earth, and even for a whole year, it was impossible to collect 800 drops of Yuan Qi Liquid.
Moreover, the original energy of heaven and earth and the energy of life are extremely condensed and difficult to preserve. If not absorbed in time, they will return to the depths of the void or evaporate between heaven and earth.
The ancient town of Qintong has become quiet, and the birds on Magpie Lake are prostrate on the sandbar. They dare not spread their wings again until the light of the array disappears.
Su Qinian was walking on the familiar stone street and saw blood on the street corner. It was a wealthy businessman who had been lucky enough to hide and never left. Now there are only corpses and bones left, and his vitality has disappeared.
This is greed.
Su Qinian sighed in his heart, all living beings are different, 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 Dongxu Formation, nor the opened path for the demon soldiers. The void was not rippled, and not even a trace of demonic aura disappeared.
The sky is green, only one day is hanging in the sky, with golden light falling down.
With a sigh, Su Qinian walked through the entire ancient town, gathered the corpses and broken bones on the ground by the Magpie Lake, took a wine jar, the Hunyuan flame fell, burned it to ashes, and then put it into the wine jar.
Boom!
The wine jar was sealed, and then Su Qinian threw it into the green lake. A handful of paper money was scattered on the lakeside. Su Qinian was about to turn around, and suddenly his mental energy jumped, and he saw that on the sandbar in the lake, that
Some frightened magpies 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 hundreds of magpies nodding towards him, with blood and tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.
"Possessed and resurrected?"
Su Qinian murmured. He was mentally sharp and could vaguely discern the reality. Although many of the corpses and bones that had just been gathered could not be identified clearly, they were probably in the hundreds.
And as these hundreds of magpies nodded towards him like bows, Su Qinian felt that there seemed to be something more in the Ancestral Aperture Divine Courtyard, but his mind fell into the sea of consciousness, but he found nothing.
I just feel that my mental power is a little more harmonious than before, and I have a little more understanding when it comes to intervening in the world.
Su Qinian pondered for a moment about the sudden harvest, and then showed a thoughtful look. But when he looked again, hundreds of magpies fluttered their wings and flew away, with a little blood and tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Death is like a lamp going out and the soul leaving the body."
"In ancient myths and legends, there is Yama, the underworld, and the eighteen levels of hell. The souls of dead people enter the underworld, waiting for reincarnation."
"If obsession persists, the mental thoughts of ordinary people can also frighten the soul and control objects."
In the haze, there was a glimmer of light in front of Su Qinian's eyes. At the tenth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique", he had some vague ideas in his mind, but they were still just reflections in the mirror. He needed to understand carefully and keep trying before he could finally decide on the way forward. Half an hour later.
On the official road, tens of thousands of townspeople migrated, dozens of miles away from the ancient town of Qintong.
Compared to the previous rush, it is now much calmer and orderly, without any pushing or trampling.
The seven disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect were stained with blood. At this time, they did not see any smiles, but their eyes were heavy. The seven people did not know much at first, but now they have a thorough understanding of the truth and reality. Although they disagree, they have sealed off all the possible existences.
The path of the demon soldier is immeasurable merit.
However, a silhouette appeared in the minds of the seven people at the same time. A young boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, holding a knife, stood alone, facing thousands of monsters, and wanted to fight for the survival of tens of thousands of townspeople.
The great array revived and fell asleep again, and the red sky sword light illuminated the whole state. Under such majestic energy, it was difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy...
The seven people were silent, and the sudden crowd was a little commotion. The seven people raised their eyebrows, feeling something in their hearts, and suddenly turned back.
Under the setting sun, I saw a pair of dark green robes walking from the end of the official road, with blood on their bodies. The setting sun was like fire, and the shadow was very long.
In front of the migrating team, Su Qinian looked at the seven people. The eyes of several disciples of the Seven Killing Sword Sect were dim, but they were open-minded.
After a few breaths, Su Qinian nodded towards the seven people and stepped forward. After a while, he returned to the place of the dragon's head.
On the carriage, the curtain had already been opened, and the little girl waved her little hands vigorously towards Su Qinian without thinking from a distance, with tears on her tender and smooth face, and she couldn't stop it no matter what.
"Just come back...just come back."
After Su Qinian boarded the carriage, Mrs. Chu and Mrs. Su stretched out their hands tremblingly, grabbing Su Qinian's palm one by one. The two old men squeezed tightly. Su Qinian could feel the calluses on their palms over the years.
As well as rough, old, and fine wrinkles.
Old Man Chu was silent at first. When he came to his senses, he reached out and patted Su Qinian's shoulder three times, and murmured: "Okay, okay, okay!"
After saying that, he glared at his old wife and Mrs. Su, and said, "Why are you still standing there, quickly bandage Qinian's wounds!"
Even though his physical body was strong, most of his wounds had healed under the nourishment of the original energy of heaven and earth. Su Qinian did not refuse and allowed the two elders to do whatever they wanted.
After that, Su Qinian instilled mental power into the old man again for the little girl Bu Nian. This time, when he infused the old man with mental power, something strange happened. The old man's originally lifeless body slowly began to have some fluctuations, although it was only very subtle.
Breathing is enough to make the little girl burst into tears.
Afterwards, the old man clenched and then released the hand held by the little girl. The little girl was even more surprised. This improvement was much greater than before.
……
The setting sun sets and the bright moon rises in the east.
On the wall of Hailing City, the fourth-rank Hanwei general, wearing lotus-patterned iron armor, stands on top of the city, looking into the distance. Standing side by side with him is the strongest man currently sitting in Hailing Prefecture's Hulong Villa.
Duanmu Dragon Lord.
This Duanmu Dragon Lord was of extraordinary origin and was unparalleled in intelligence and scheming. However, the Hanwei general stationed in Hailing Prefecture was always unable to get close to him.
"I'm telling you sirs, the migration team from Baima Town has arrived in front of the city gate. The Ministry of Household Records recorded 69,800 residents in the town, but the actual number is 51,600." Some soldiers climbed up the city wall and counted the survivors.
who.
The fourth-grade bearded general frowned. There were nearly 18,000 people left behind. In addition to those who were traveling in caravans on a daily basis, there were about 17,000 people. In other words, during the migration journey, Baima Town was full of people.
More than 11,000 people were lost.
More than 11,000 people!
It is not the soldiers wrapped in horse leather on the battlefield, which is called heroic, but the more than 11,000 civilians, which can only be called miserable. This first-class Hunyuan realm Hanwei general can't help but feel a bit of sadness in his heart.
This is not the border of the East China Sea. It is unimaginable how tragic the frontier is. Fighting against overseas demon masters every day, how many human soldiers have their bones buried in foreign lands, with no bones left.
Not long after, another candidate Dragon Guard from Dragon Protection Villa climbed up to the city tower to pay homage to the Duanmu Dragon Lord, who wore a feather fan and silk turban, and headed for Baima Town. Among the eight Dragon Guards who protected the townspeople's migration along the way, only the remaining
Four people.
Without looking back, the Duanmu Dragon Master simply said: "A generous burial and a thousand taels of snow and silver as compensation."
The alternate dragon guard retreated, and the Dragon Master Duanmu just turned around, looked at General Hanwei beside him, and said, "Does the general feel that Duanmu is unkind?"
The bearded General Hanwei was silent for a moment, then said solemnly: "Not bad!"
"So what?" The Duanmu Dragon Lord sighed suddenly. He turned around, pointed at the dense crowd of civilians under Hailing City, and said, "Can they stand here today and still be alive? How many soldiers are lying dead on the border?
The corpses are unknown. If this Dragon Lord is kind today, after tomorrow, not only will the number of people change from 69,800 to 51,600, it may be 31,600, or it may be
There are 21,600 people, not even one person."
General Hanwei, who was wearing an azure blue lotus-patterned iron armor, took a deep breath when he heard this. He didn't know what to say for a moment. (Please give me a monthly ticket. The genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu. Well, everyone should come to Qidian.com to subscribe.