After the hair was finished, the black and white dumpling made a thumbs up gesture towards Yan Anqing, but because his hands were too fat, it looked like a fist.
"..."
Yan Anqing silently reached out his hand and gave the red panda customer service a thumbs up.
"Goo!"
Short text bubbles floated out, and the black and white dumplings disappeared without a trace.
Two hundred pieces of Spiritual Wisdom Essence, plus the addition of new achievements, and the double happiness added together put Yan Anqing in a really good mood.
As soon as he thought, a piece of spiritual wisdom essence appeared in front of his eyes.
The power field of the Law of Anger envelopes it and refines it at an extremely fast speed.
"At the current pace, the promotion can be completed within a year."
Yan Anqing can feel that the power of the law is constantly accumulating. When the quantity reaches a certain level, it will change from quantitative to qualitative and complete a real breakthrough.
The Law of Anger is very weak, and Yan Anqing knows this better than anyone else.
Under normal circumstances, this power of law is used to torture vegetables, and the effect is not bad. It can be used in games with rulers, but it has almost no effect.
If he hadn't lied and directly exposed the law of his destiny, let alone the shepherd controller, the Zen ruler, and even the appetite controller Wu Yixian, I'm afraid he wouldn't think too highly of him.
But Yan Anqing doesn't care much about this.
After all, he was able to advance to the eleventh-level Dominator sequence because he took advantage. In the Fighting Knight plane, he directly deprived the Immortal Alliance of countless years of savings and heritage, occupied the magpie's nest, and with the blessing of the power of fate,
Only then did he find an opportunity for promotion in the long river of laws.
Nowadays, Yan Anqing uses part of Golden Finger's abilities to show off to others as the "Teleport Master" and has gained a lot of conveniences.
But his natal law is still "anger", a weak law that doesn't suit Yan Anqing's nature.
"I don't know, what changes will happen after being promoted to the twelfth-level median ruler?"
Yan Anqing was very curious.
The long river of destiny contains infinite laws.
Some basic laws seem extremely weak at the eleventh level, but after completing the promotion, there is a small chance that they will turn around and transform from an ugly duckling to a white swan.
"I don't think so much anymore. In short, when the promotion is completed, we will naturally know the result."
With this thought in mind, Yan Anqing gathered his energy and concentrated on refining the essence of spiritual wisdom and increasing the foundation of the law.
…
In the Great Zhu Dynasty, March of the ninth year of Yanhuang.
Lin Mingxu is sitting on a tall maroon horse, wearing full heavy armor, a black-gold steel helmet on his head, and holding a Hunyuan formation-breaking gun. He is like a steel fortress. Just standing there, the power will arise spontaneously, making people feel intimidated.
meaning.
Ordinary war horses cannot support so much weight. The beloved horse under Lin Mingxu's crotch is a magical creation after he spent a lot of military exploits. It can carry two tons of weight, travel thousands of miles a day, run like the wind, and accelerate extremely fast.
It has been several years since he accompanied him on the battlefield.
Next to Lin Mingxu were all soldiers wearing strong armor.
From the distant villages, ferocious and bloodthirsty roars could be faintly heard.
"Insects playing with corpses..."
Lin Mingxu's face darkened, feeling very tired.
It has been two years since the Zerg came to the Great Desolate Star.
In the past two years, he has killed countless Zerg with his own hands.
There are all kinds of strange Zerg species, some as big as giant mountains, and some so small that they are invisible to the naked eye.
But those damn monsters were all discovered by Lin Mingxu and his colleagues and defeated one by one.
So far, the only Zerg that has not found a fatal flaw is the Soul Reaper Butterfly!
Soul-catching butterfly, palm-sized, immune to any physical and energy attacks.
Their bodies have always been in a state of virtualization, and any explosion, impact, or assassination has no effect on them.
Moreover, as long as the skin comes into contact with the soul-catching butterflies, they will be directly parasitized by them and become the puppets of the soul-catching butterflies, turning them into walking zombies!
Lin Mingxu once suffered a loss from the Soul Reaper Butterfly due to insufficient intelligence.
He didn't want to experience that feeling of being able to clearly feel the world but not being able to control his body again!
Lin Mingxu felt guilty as soon as he recalled his past experience of being controlled by the damn Zerg and killing his colleagues.
That time, Lin Mingxu, who was manipulated, died tragically at the hands of "Lie Wuhou" Bian Yaoying.
After being resurrected, Lin Mingxu hated creatures like soul-stealing butterflies!
He secretly vowed to find a way to exterminate the soul-stealing butterfly!
"Brothers! Follow me!"
There was no additional rhetoric, and no words to boost morale. Lin Mingxu just said one word, and the soldiers around him immediately took action.
There is only one word difference between "Follow me" and "Give me", but their effects on morale are two extremes.
What's more, in today's major dynasties, almost everyone knows that there is a chance to be resurrected after unnatural death!
In most cases, deserters who abandon their comrades and those who are cowardly and dare not fight have no chance of survival in the army.
Because the emergence of reincarnation in the underworld has made people realize that some choices, after they are made, have an ending that is more terrifying than death.
Some guys who fled timidly but were still killed by the Zerg were completely isolated after falling into the underworld.
Not only that, they don't even have a chance to be resurrected.
No matter how afraid of death you are, you must force yourself to look death in the face and bravely charge towards it.
Even soldiers who have accumulated enough meritorious deeds can completely defy death arrogantly.
Hundreds of horse hooves hit the ground, and the resonant force was like a rolling dragon.
Rumble…
Dusty!
Close...
Closer!
"I've said it before! Try not to let the Soul Reaper Butterfly come into contact with your body!"
Lin Mingxu shouted loudly: "It takes about three breaths for the soul-stealing butterfly to control the body. Once it is parasitized, it will kill itself immediately."
Having said this, Lin Mingxu thrust his spear into the sky and roared: "Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
"Wan Sheng!"
The voices of the robes came from beside me.
The cavalry rushed into the "zombie" possessed by the soul-stealing butterfly, bringing with it a bloody storm.
Dark, dirty, smelly blood, accompanied by broken organs, was flying in the air.
Whenever a zombie is killed, a translucent butterfly-like creature will appear in the air.
They do not move very quickly, are about the size of a palm, and are very beautiful in three colors of black, white and gold.
It's just this beautiful illusion, but it hides a fatal threat!
Lin Mingxu knew very well that the zombies he killed with his own hands were once soldiers of the great dynasties.
However, they failed while performing their mission, so it was his cavalry regiment's turn to "destroy the corpse."
The cavalry regiment is highly mobile and suitable for this task.
and……
These controlled zombies must be killed!
Otherwise, after ten hours, the soul-stealing butterflies will use the corpse as Yang Liang, divide and reproduce, and become even more difficult to deal with.
If left unchecked, the number of soul-stealing butterflies will grow exponentially.
One, two, four, sixteen...
When he thought of the zombie craze he had witnessed half a year ago, Lin Mingxu felt his scalp numb and his heart filled with chills.