"Kill!!" Wu Lei kept hearing such shouts from time to time for several days.
It was not a battle between two armies, but a massacre of the victors against the losers. Although these people on the grasslands came up with a very noble name for this: the Battle of the Sunset.
The winning side will select many warriors, and every loser has the right to challenge together. They choose their own opponents. If they win, they can be free. If they lose, they can only die.
Such things as slaves do not exist for warriors. Although the grassland people are slightly inferior in strategy, they understand better what it means to eliminate the weeds and what it means to be ruthless, and they use it very thoroughly.
"More than three thousand people died, what a pity." Wu Lei sat on the haystack, looking at the sunset in the distance, while Situ Ang sat meditating under the haystack, his face turned ashen.
He finally worshiped Wu Lei as his teacher, and Wu Lei taught him an internal skill that he didn't know the name of. Then she threw the scripture to him, twenty times a day... As for the poison, she still didn't give it to him.
He solved it. Not only did he not cure it, but he also told me in a very high-sounding way, "If you are my apprentice, you can't even cure this little poison. Don't go out and embarrass yourself..."
Therefore, he could only continue to detoxify himself and continue to learn Shennong's spirit of tasting herbs. Because she would only give him some messy names and effects of various herbs and let him explore by himself...
"How many deaths do you want them to have?" The little white dog lay beside Situ Ang, lazily basking in the sun. When he heard her sigh, he couldn't help but curl his lips.
"There's a change of dynasty! Why are thirty or fifty thousand people dying?" Looking at the orange sky, all kinds of wailing and resentment could be heard in my ears.
Situ's sutras recited angrily have no effect. Those ghosts want to be reincarnated... just dream! I'm afraid that even if they go to the underworld, the increasing hostility and resentment will only send them to the deeper levels of hell.
go.
The little white dog glared at Wu Tear bitterly, but there was nothing he could do. "Thirty to fifty thousand, do you know what kind of virtues thirty to fifty thousand will achieve when they get to the underworld?" Looking at the ghostly aura in the distance, the little white dog looked at the ghost in the distance.
With a very humane sigh, he jumped up and rushed towards those wronged souls.