The pitch-black tip of the sword fell into his hand, but it contained a hint of coldness.

I don't know if it's because of the coldness of the metal itself, or if it's something else.

The feeling of familiarity is even stronger.

But just like the head that was corroded by the saliva of the ice snake, the tip of the sword that had been scorched by the fire was also difficult to identify from its appearance.

With his fingers stroking over the jet-black sword, Po Jun closed his eyes.

There are some things that the superficial consciousness can't remember.

Then rely on deep memory.

Body memory, on the other hand, is often a deep memory.

Fingers slid lightly through the sharp blade, and a slight tingling pain came.

It was sharp with a hint of coldness.

"It's ......"

Pojun suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

"Hiccles~"

The sound of the ball rushing woke up the broken army.

This is the sound that the ball will make when it finds an enemy.

Covered in a spirit, the broken army soon entered a combat state.

In a strange way, majestic soul power poured out of his body from the inside out, forming a crystal-like stratum corneum on the surface of his skin, which looked indestructible.

Crystal cloth shirt.

The first thing that the army used for the first time was this powerful soul skill that was both offensive and defensive.

The army did not stop there.

A huge bell was heard.

A huge bell-shaped dome appeared on Pojun's body, and this bell-shaped dome took on a crystal-like transparent hue. A shard-like mark appeared on the crystal bell jar, as if forming some kind of mysterious pattern, bringing a sense of historical precipitation to the entire crystal jar.

As those marks appeared, the melodious sound of bells buzzed above the crystal bell jars around Breaker's body.

Crystal bell jar.

Crystal cloth shirt with crystal bell cover.

At this moment, the peak defense of the broken army reached a terrifying nine thousand, and if it weren't for the fact that his cultivation was too poor, this value would have increased.

After all, this is a spirit-level soul skill, not a mortal-level soul skill that can be compared.

However, the broken army did not show the slightest joy.

The next moment, his hunch was validated. Before he could even react, Pojun heard a thunderous roar, and immediately he felt a sharp pain spread throughout his body.

Whether it was the crystal bell jar or the crystal cloth shirt, they were all shattered by a terrifying thunderbolt at this time.

The crystal, which has strong protective power, is as weak as a piece of paper in the face of terrifying thunder and lightning.

The power of this thunderbolt exceeded at least 10,000 soul points.

With a "poof", Pojun's fleshy and bloody body fell directly to the ground, and his life and death were uncertain.

"The reaction is very fast, the soul skill is very good, but the strength is too poor. ”

The sneering voice was indifferent to the sound of electric sparks, and a figure appeared in the thunder, the silver mask giving people a strange feeling. It was the silver-faced man of the envoy of the Zongmeng.

"Roar~"

With a roar, a blood-red figure suddenly picked up a ball and turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt, and disappeared in front of the silver-faced man in the blink of an eye.

"Huh!"

The silver-faced man looked at the place where the blood-colored beast had disappeared in some surprise, thoughtfully. but did not set out to catch up. I don't know if it's because the speed of the Scarlet Beast is too fast, or if I don't think it's necessary.

Glancing at the broken army on the ground, who obviously still had a trace of breath, the silver-masked man did not continue to inflict the killer. From the unfamiliar eyes in which he looked at the former, it could be seen that he seemed to know the broken army.

But he didn't kill the broken army, but it wasn't out of knowing the other party at all. Rather, consider the consequences of killing the latter.

From this point of view, the silver-faced man not only knows Pojun, but even understands Pojun's identity.

The electric light flashed in his hand, and a powerful suction force appeared.

Immediately, the broken tip of the sword appeared in the silver-faced man's hand, and he saw the electric light in his hand skyrocketing, and the next moment, the broken sword tip melted instantly. It's as if dissolved by the terrifying heat.

At the same time, a seed with a strong smell of grass and trees was ejected by the silver-faced man onto Wood's corpse.

In the blink of an eye, Wood's headless corpse and the head placed next to it suddenly sprouted a myriad of lush greenery.

These plants feed on Wood's corpse and grow wildly. In the blink of an eye, it grew into a patch of grass.

There was no trace of Halfwood's body on the ground.

Necrophyllus.

A terrible tool for destroying corpses.

After doing all this, the silver-faced man once again glanced at the uncertain life and death of the broken army on the ground, shook his head, and the whole person turned into a bolt of lightning and completely disappeared into this place.

He didn't want the army to die here, but he wouldn't help. Because he knows that as long as he leaves here, the broken army will definitely be rescued.

Sure enough, not long after the silver-faced man left, a blood-colored figure appeared in this place again.

It was the skinny horse that went and returned.

A silver figure leaped down from the thin horse's body, and rushed to the side of the broken army full of anxiety.

It's not who the ball is.

……

"Water...... Water ......"

Awakened in a daze, Pojun shouted hoarsely.

The feeling of drying up made Pojun feel like he had been in the desert for ten days and ten nights, and it was like he was being burned by a fire.

The pain was unbearable all over the body, like a needle prick.

As he shouted, drops of sweet juice continued to drip down his mouth, making him feel as refreshing as a rainstorm after a long drought.

Consciousness gradually returned, his eyes opened slightly, and in a hazy way, Po Jun felt as if he was in a cave, and at the same time, he also saw a silver figure swaying beside him.

He was unconscious again.

But I don't know if it's because he saw the silver figure this time, and his originally uneasy mood became much calmer.

This sleep is another day and a night.

In the course of this day and night, Pojun had a dream.

He dreamed of the figure of the Void Emperor.

That god-like figure is so mysterious, so great.

Under the protection of that figure, he felt unparalleled peace of mind.

The Heart Sutra of the Void Emperor.

This mental method that does not need to break the army to operate independently, is still running all the time when he falls into a deep sleep.

With the support of this magical exercise, the resilience of the broken army is quite amazing.

Someone else was so badly injured that it would take at least ten days and a half months to get out of bed.

But it only took three days to break the army, and it was already able to resurrect with full blood.

And I don't know if it was stimulated by this life-and-death situation, Po Jun vaguely felt that his realm seemed to have loosened a lot.

It's just that this didn't make the broken army feel too happy.

Because this time it happened so suddenly, until now, he didn't know who attacked him.

What was the purpose of attacking him?