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Five hundred and fortieth chapters respond to requests

For some reason, perhaps because his perception became stronger as his realm continued to improve, Lin Yi felt the desire of the original Taoist to take action, and also felt the feeling of the original Taoist forcibly holding down his power.

He understood the thoughts and intentions of the original Taoist.

He laughed.

He laughed in his violent retreat.

He has tried the terrifying power of spiritual thoughts more than once. To be precise, the power of Xi Ruyu and Xi Ruyu's military advisor, especially Xi Ruyu's military advisor, once brought him extremely close to death.

It's just that since even Xi Ruyu, the military advisor, can't kill him, now with the remaining power of this spiritual realm practitioner at such a distance, there is no possibility of killing him at all.

But the other party is in the true state of divine consciousness.

Everyone in the Northern Wei army knew that the man was in the realm of divine thoughts.

So at this time, he felt that the choice of this spiritual mind practitioner in the Northern Wei Dynasty was very wrong. The Northern Wei army, even the elite army of 30,000 bones, would all be defeated because of the wrong choice of this spiritual mind practitioner.

And morale sank even deeper into the bottom.

He roared loudly after laughing.

The moment he let out the fierce roar, he thrust the heart of the Zhenhe Tower into the ground beside him, and then spread his arms in front of him!

He didn't use any weapons, he just put his arms in front of him and used his body to fight the oncoming mud dragon!

There was a loud bang.

Countless mud waves splashed out like waterfalls.

An extremely huge flower bloomed in front of him.

His entire body was knocked back by this majestic force, and his back hit a wall hard before he stopped.

He started coughing and coughed up some blood.

A large amount of mud flowed down from in front of him.

At the same time, the entire mud bridge had completely collapsed, and large groups of mud were churning in the water, and there seemed to be countless ink flowers blooming in the water.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yi.

For some reason, when all the Southern Dynasty sergeants in Zhongli City heard Lin Yi's cough, they didn't feel any panic in their hearts. They seemed to be used to it, and they seemed to have an intuition that Lin Yi would continue to stand there and continue fighting.

On the beach of Jiangxinzhou, the practitioner who had exhausted all his true energy slumped down and sat in the muddy beach. Mud water splashed everywhere, and he was covered in mud.

All the Northern Wei people who could see Zhongli City Wall stretched their necks, and their breathing stopped for an instant.

This should be a very solemn moment.

However, no one expected that for Lin Yi, everything seemed very ordinary.

Lin Yi turned into a clay figure.

Much of this mud is silt deep in the river bottom, mixed with bloody things from countless battles, and naturally has an unusual stench.

So Lin Yi naturally walked forward. He walked to the water's edge, only to find that the water was filled with silt and countless broken floating objects. It seemed like a mess of porridge, which was even more disgusting than what he was feeling at the moment.

"Water! Clear water!"

So he raised his head and shouted towards the top of the city wall.

His clear voice rang out on the turbid river surface, making it feel as if a cold wind was blowing up on Jiangxinzhou and the north bank.

The people in the sword pavilion on the city wall have already performed countless miracles. What's the problem if he wants some clean water now?

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of rushing water sounded.

Several large buckets of clean water rushed directly down from the top of the city wall.

Ordinary clear water falling from a high altitude must be scattered, but the clear water where the man fell in the sword pavilion was like crystal icicles, washing over Lin Yi's body with the power of true energy.

Even the dirt in the gaps in the clothes was completely removed with the vibration of the true energy and washed away by the water.

The black figure suddenly turns white in the sun.

It was like a piece of lotus root stained with mud, which was instantly washed away and became spotless. It was so white that it stung the eyes of the people from the Northern Wei Dynasty opposite.

Your body will be instantly clean and refreshed as if you just took a shower.

It's just that Lin Yi doesn't think it's enough.

There was a lot of water in his iron boots. The iron boots were neither breathable nor leaky, so they were naturally uncomfortable.

So he casually picked up a piece of Soaring Snake Heavy Armor, and sat down as if there was no one around him.

He took off his iron boots.

Looking at his feet, which were white and wrinkled due to the soak, he felt a little distressed.

"More water!"

He shouted again.

A stream of clear water washed down gently like a clear spring and a waterfall. Lin Yi stretched out his feet, washed them clean, and then carefully washed the boots in his hands.

"Better have some more food."

There was a response from above, and a marching iron pot floated down and landed beside him.

At this time he was truly responsive.

Because for all the Southern Dynasty sergeants in Zhongli City, let alone some water and food, even if he wanted their heads, they would chop off their heads and give them to him without hesitation.

There is a warm aroma in the marching iron pot.

Just by smelling the aroma, he knew it was marching rations cooked by Bai Yuelu.

He took a big gulp.

Warm air flows into the abdomen.

The true energy that the spiritual mind practitioner rushed into his body made a faint sound in his flesh and blood wounds, and then turned into the familiar air flow and vitality.

He looked at Jiangxinzhou and Bei'an, which had become silent again, looked at the figures of many trembling Northern Wei sergeants, and then felt the city behind him.

He was extremely satisfied.

"Can we still fight?"

He shouted loudly!

"puff!"

The spiritual mind practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty was in a state of agitation, his meridians were broken, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Before Lin Yi's shout sounded, Yang Dian's hand was slightly raised, but when blood spurted out from the mouth of this Northern Wei Shen Nian realm practitioner, his hand gently fell down again and landed on the chariot.

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He fell silent and did not issue any new military orders. His eyes drooped slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.



Deep in the army, a general of the Bone Army came to the carriage in the shadow behind an ordnance.

The White Bone Army general bowed to the practitioner in the carriage who was wearing black robes and a strange iron helmet like a bird's head. He said in a cold voice: "Master, what is the situation of the battle at this time?

It should also be very clear that in the opinion of any of our generals, the best way to solve the previous predicament is to have a practitioner who can directly kill the sub-sage in the sword pavilion. As long as he can kill the sub-sage, this

We can rely on several spiritual practitioners to kill this young general from the Southern Dynasty. But if we cannot kill that sub-sage, we cannot afford such losses... And the only one who can deal with this sub-sage is Lord Demon Sect.

"

"I understand what you mean."

The member of the Demon Sect in the carriage smiled mockingly, "Do you think that if Master Demon Sect can deal with this person, everything will be solved...Based on the distance, Master Demon Sect may indeed be able to make it in time, but you should

Understand one thing, no one can order Master Demon Sect to do anything unless Master Demon Sect is willing to do so."


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