It is best to find a death row prisoner to test whether the meat of ghost warriors can be used. This is the West Factory's best choice.
"Okay, I've said everything I want to say, do you have anything else to say?"
Today's discussion is all about this, everything that needs to be said has been said.
Everyone shook their heads slightly, Long Chen stood up and said, "Okay, let's go and have a rest. We'll start tomorrow."
The door opened and everyone went out to do their work.
Long Chen glanced at the thick clouds and remembered the time at Holy Snow Peak.
"Snow White..."
Long Chen suddenly remembered the woman with pink eyes and long silver hair.
Now, she is the sect master of Saint Xuefeng. I wonder how she is doing in Saint Xuefeng.
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Holy Snow Peak.
A woman wearing a white mask walked slowly and lightly into the Hall of Eternal Life. Sitting on the stage was a silver-haired woman, Bai Xue.
There was an older woman next to her, who was Bai Xue's biological mother.
Bai Xue held a pink boy in her arms, and the two of them were playing with the child.
"Little Dragon Dragon..."
The woman held a rattle and shook it.
The boy happily reached out to grab the rattle and chuckled.
"Little Longlong will be very handsome when he grows up."
The woman looked at the boy, her eyes full of adoration.
Bai Xue smiled and said: "Of course, his father is a hero who dominates the world, stronger than the Martial Saint back then."
The white-faced woman came over, holding a bowl of blood in her hands.
This bowl has a heating function to prevent freezing.
"This servant pays homage to the old lady, the sect master, and the holy son."
The white-faced woman knelt down respectfully and raised the bowl steadily.
The old woman took the bowl, picked up the spoon, slowly scooped up the blood, and fed it into the boy's mouth.
The boy drank the blood greedily and dropped the rattle in his hand.
This boy was naturally the son of Long Chen. After Bai Xue was born, he became the holy son of Saint Xuefeng and was named Bai Long.
The original Holy Snow Peak was destroyed by Long Chen, and Bai Xue rebuilt it again.
"Is there any news out there?"
Bai Xue watched lovingly as the little white dragon drank blood.
The white-faced woman replied: "King Wu led his troops north to Yanmen Pass. At this time, he may have started fighting with the Holy Son of the Ghost Clan."
Bai Xue's face changed slightly, and she said, "Send someone to Yanmen Pass to find out more about it."
The white-faced woman immediately replied: "I obey the order."
After feeding the bowl of blood, the fair-faced woman stepped back holding the bowl.
The little white dragon climbed up from his arms, stepped on the ice jade floor with his bare feet, picked up the rattle and shook it, letting out a crisp giggle.
"Mother, who is King Wu and why do you care so much about him?"
Little Bailong is precociously intelligent and can already run and talk.
Bai Xue looked at Xiao Bailong and said with some nostalgia: "He... I will tell you when you grow up."
The little white dragon rolled its eyes and went out to play with the rattle.
The old woman watched Xiao Bailong go out, the smile on her face slowly faded, and said, "Are you still thinking about Long Chen?"
Bai Xue shook her head slightly and said: "There is nothing to think about. If he fights with the ghost fetus, the martial saint and the ghost girl will also wake up. If Long Chen is defeated, we will not be able to live in peace."
Holy Snow Peak was originally the sect of Yin Ling. Long Chen killed Yin Ling and Bai Xue took over Holy Snow Peak.
If Wu Sheng wins, he will definitely come here to take revenge. Then Bai Xue, mother and son will have no choice but to wander around the world to avoid Wu Sheng's pursuit.
The old woman nodded slightly and said: "Yin Ling is the biological daughter of Wu Sheng. If he wins, we will be in big trouble."
"However, I heard that King Wu's cultivation level has improved again. If he can't defeat him, we can't help him."
Bai Xue sighed slightly and said, "Yes, but our lives depend on Long Chen."
The old woman suddenly said: "If Long Chen wins and he comes over, what will you do?"
Bai Xue was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Then I'll let Xiao Bailong recognize him as his father, and let's see what he can do!"
The old woman smiled and said: "It's true that tiger poison will not eat its seeds."
...
Guitai led Li Chengdao and others back to the snow mountain, and was immediately greeted by guards.
Entering the cave, the ghost child was sitting on the crystal seat with a very bad look on his face.
Li Chengdao stood in front, with 82 ghost warriors standing behind him. Everyone looked depressed.
The guard stood nearby, not daring to make a fuss.
"How are they practicing?"
Guitai asked the guard, and the guard immediately replied: "Both of them are practicing hard. The Emperor's spirit has the tendency to break through to the Emperor's level, and Long Teng has not yet broken through to the Martial Emperor's realm."
Emperor Ling was originally a master of the Martial Emperor, so he practiced faster.
Long Teng's cultivation foundation is not good, so his cultivation speed is slow and he is still at the peak stage of a king.
Guitai stared at the guard with cold eyes, and said coldly: "This is useless, the Emperor Wu doesn't even have it, so what's the use of him!"
The guard immediately knelt down and kowtowed in apology: "This slave is incompetent."
Li Chengdao remained silent. Gui Fei was very angry now and needed someone to vent his anger on. It was best not to speak at this time.
"Incompetent indeed, damn it!"
The ghost stretched out his hand, and the guard was pulled over in the air. His throat was pinched so hard that he made a crackling sound. The guard begged for mercy in horror: "Holy Son... have mercy on..."
The guard's throat was pinched, and the guard could not speak a complete sentence. The ghost's fingers exerted force, and the guard's throat was crushed, and his face twitched and twisted in pain.
The ghost body flicked hard and the guard was thrown to the ground.
The throat was broken, but the neck bones were still there. The guard couldn't die, but the pain was unbearable.
Leaning on the crystal seat, the ghost child slowly fell asleep with his eyes closed. Li Chengdao also sat down cross-legged to rest. The ghost warrior behind him was still standing.
The guard was still lying on the ground, his body twitching constantly, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Li Chengdao was too lazy to pay attention and sat cross-legged to meditate.
In the Battle of Yanmen Pass, Li Chengdao found that his cultivation level had fallen behind again. Not only could he not be able to defeat Long Chen, he could not even defeat the Empress.
When he first joined Gui Fei, his intention was to replace Wu Sheng and Gui Nu and control the entire ghost clan, and then counterattack the Central Plains, kill Long Chen and the Empress, and rebuild the Liang Dynasty.
Martial Saint and Ghost Girl have higher cultivation levels. Li Chengdao can't even defeat Long Chen, but he still wants to take advantage of them. It's really ridiculous now that he thinks about it.
Do you really want to be their slave and lackey for the rest of your life?
Li Chengdao was unwilling to give up. He certainly didn't want to be a slave to the ghost clan and be ordered around by ghost fetuses every day.
No matter how hard the mountains turn, there will always be a turning point. Li Chengdao comforted himself to stay calm and wait for the opportunity.
...
Yanmen Pass.
Wu Jian is selecting soldiers from the entire army to enter the elite soldier plan, and there are 100,000 people who have signed up.
As expected by Long Chen, after everyone knew that the empress and Long Chen were half-ghosts, they all thought it didn't matter, and even thought it was an honor.
Long Chen asked Wu Jian to screen out those with good qualifications, and the limit was only fifteen thousand, not more.
While Wu Jian was screening the soldiers, Feng He led five death row prisoners into the secret room.
"Sir, these five are all heinous murderers and have been sentenced to death."
Long Chen was sitting at the front, five prisoners had their hands and feet tied with iron chains, and their eyes were fierce.
"What kind of official are you? You look quite big!"
A prisoner with a beard, triangular eyes, and high cheekbones spat, and the spit stuck on his beard, and he looked at Long Chen provocatively.
He knew that he was sentenced to death by beheading, so he was not afraid.
Long Chen ignored it, and Feng He ignored this arrogance before his death. The spies from the West Factory looked at Long Chen, waiting to execute the order.
Long Chen glanced at the food box next to him and said, "Let them eat!" www.81zw.????m
The spy immediately took out a plate of meat from the food box, walked up to the prisoner, and said coldly: "I'll give you a full meal!"
