Chapter 228: Calculation?
After receiving the elixir, soon after taking it, the aura vortex began to form from above their heads
For many years, the aura has been locked in the body without swallowing, just to be able to live a few more years, just to be able to make this uncle Mu Cheng under their protection for a few more years, but unfortunately, as they get older and older, the body's forbidden lock on the aura is becoming more and more difficult.
Even before they took the elixir that Yeyang gave them, they were like wasted people, and they fell by themselves.
Yeyang ran the exercises, and with just one mouthful, he brought these Xuan Ling Cultivators the aura that was enough for everyone present to break through safely, and would not leave a "virtual realm" dark disease because of the lack of aura at the time of breakthrough.
Many old men have changed back to their youthful appearance.
But not everyone cares much about their appearance, so some people continue to maintain the appearance of the old age at the moment, or only slightly make their faces look younger, and other things have not changed anything.
"Met the hosts. ”
If you talk about the age of the world, they don't know how many rounds there are in the big night sun, but no matter how many rounds there are, the night sun is still their master, which is their own choice.
has lived for so many years, and it is not that he has never lived normally, so compared to some great monks who are obviously thousands of years old but still have that young mentality, these dozens of slaves in front of Yeyang are more like a bunch of old foxes.
Suddenly, he had an idea, but he only saw if his idea could be used after solving this Uncle Mu Cheng.
"Shu Mucheng, you can watch and do it, and I will summon you again if there is something. ”
Yeyang didn't directly take action to destroy the country that invaded Shumu City, he was not a bad person, and he only wanted to save this city because of a whim.
Under the grace of the men and women, Yeyang flashed back to the guest room and lay down, using his divine sense to observe the battlefield outside the city.
This was a completely unequal battle, and there were only 30,000 people who could fight in Shumu City, but they had to be defended in four directions to prevent the opposing country from forcibly attacking through a weak city gate, so so much of their defense would be in vain.
But the army of his dynasty, who wanted to take Shumu City, would not think too much, and with that population advantage, a full 120,000 troops besieged from all directions.
Looking at the soldier who roared on the battlefield, and had just cut off the head of an enemy soldier before he had time to move back, he was plunged into the chest by the other enemy soldiers, as the general who brought the night sun into the city, he could only watch.
If you want to ask why the other party was able to eat this piece of lean meat in Shumu City in a few days with military strength alone, but since the invasion, it has taken more than a month to break down any city gates.
Obviously, no matter what kind of war it is, the number of soldiers in Shumu City is almost only the three cities of the enemy country, but...
"Will the remnants of Nashu Mucheng's defeat temper the morale of his country's army?" Because he used his divine sense and was not discovered by others, Yeyang was like God's perspective on that battlefield.
Scanning around from the north gate, he stopped at the guard he had given his breath.
It's okay not to look closely, but after a closer look, Yeyang noticed that this guard was unusual, but his unusual was only an unusual identity, not an outstanding combat ability.
Within ten meters of him, the soldiers of Nashu Mu City were constantly slashing the enemy, occasionally leaking a few trash fish, but they were not necessarily able to hurt him.
With eyes full of red silk and undisciplined wielding of the big sword, Yeyang couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.
Fingers twitched, pulling the breath out of his body and dispersing it into the other soldiers who were protecting the guard in some special way.
This battle lasted until the evening, and none of the surviving Shumu soldiers fled, and none of them surrendered.
But no matter how loyal they were to this Uncle Mu City, they could not change the result of thousands of casualties in that battle, nor could they stop the invasion of the enemy country against them tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and even the day after.
Or some people still don't understand why such a poor city as theirs is being targeted, but they still bravely raise their weapons and sacrifice their lives.
The guard returned to the inn, and when he saw that Yeyang had already gotten out of bed, he even drank wine and couldn't help frowning and slapped him on the back of the head, and by the way, grabbed the wine jar in his hand and threw it on Lin.
Before he could scold, Yeyang instantly turned cold and chatted, and his face made him slightly stunned, but he was only stunned for a moment and then he was about to scold.
"You, you..."
Three fingers into claws, straight towards its neck, but thinking of the way he cared about him before, Yeyang also spared his hand and did not kill him directly.
In just an instant, the guard's face was already flushed, and after Yeyang released his neck, he also coughed violently, but when he looked up and looked at Yeyang again, Yeyang found that his eyes still hadn't changed much.
After touching the still stinging paw prints, the guard wanted to scold Yeyang again.
In the same situation, Yeyang was already like black coal, he only felt that the murderous aura he had just released was not obvious enough, or that the kind guard in front of him was just trying to provoke him again.
Again, his fingers curled slightly, but before he could strike at the neck of the good guard, an old voice came from outside the room that had never been closed.
"The cheap slave is brave, and I ask the master to forgive, this son is the last grandson of the cheap slave, and the slave has to..."
At the same time as the words fell, Yeyang's claws had just touched the guard's neck, but because he had not yet applied his strength, it only slightly scratched the skin of the guard's neck.
The claw retracted its palm, and the night sun slammed into the guard's chest and knocked it away.
After smashing through two wooden doors, which were not sturdy, the guard was taken into the hands of an old man who had not regained his youthful appearance, and after putting the guard on the ground, he knelt down again in front of the door.
"Well, if your grandson alone is not enough to quench my anger. ”
Yeyang didn't let them stand up, nor did he want them to walk into this room, after all, all the movements of this inn were within the scope of his divine sense from the beginning.
And from the moment the kind guard entered the inn, the people in the other rooms left one after another, and when the old man who was kneeling on the ground came to the inn, he and the guard were the only ones left in the whole inn, except for the shopkeeper.