"I'm not sure!"

Ancestor Lao pondered for a long time, shook his head and said: "According to the news of the Dragon Soul, Wen Yiming has indeed entered the Xuanwu Secret Vault, and there is also the treasure chest of the Vermilion Bird Secret Vault, even if the mutation of these two domains is related to him, how can the expansion of the scorched earth of thousands of miles be explained." ”

Shangguan Xun sighed: "The secret treasure of the six gods also learned from the dragon soul that I only knew, this kind of secret can be discovered by Wen Yiming, I have to say that luck is against the sky, but we who know it can't stop it." ”

Elder Zu was silent for a long time, then got up and said, "Regarding the matter of the secret hiding of the six gods, I will consult the Lingxiao God of War, and you should pay more attention to the movements of all aspects of the continent." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and waved his hand, stepping on the suspended wooden bridge.

In the three passes of northern Xinjiang, the bones under the iron-clad walls are like mountains, and the beast tide that breaks out no less than three times a year has greatly reduced the strength of the herdsman and the lion and tiger journey, which has never been done before.

The three exits of Death Canyon were bloody, and the stench was still pungent even after countless auxiliary potions had been spilled.

The aura of resentment that permeated the surroundings in the past now faded quickly after the end of the battle, and it was difficult to feel the existence of murderous and violent aura.

This puzzled Mu Xingyu and the soldiers of Sanguan.

What they didn't know was that the kilometers below the exit of Death Canyon had been hollowed out.

In the 100-square-meter space below, Shu Jianfeng greedily absorbed a steady stream of resentment.

A few years ago, he dug deep from dozens of miles away, and spent two full months diving into the ground, where he directly promoted his cultivation to the middle stage of the Martial Saint.

A trace of black anger that seemed to be like a substance came from all directions, and it permeated his body.

He felt the Code of Resentment tremble, and a behemoth came to his mind, pouring out of the ruins of the black sand.

Immediately after that, the war horses with green flames on the hooves of the brigade galloped out, and the aliens on them were covered in black gas like smoke, pulling out patches of black mist in the charge.

"Boom"

Shu Jianfeng's eyes suddenly opened, and the evil laughter in his mind seemed to be made by himself.

A flash of green flame flashed in his eyes, and he pinched his hand, and the afterimage was like flying

Countless black silk-like resentment qi was absorbed in the space in an instant, and he suddenly got up and strode diagonally, shuttling back and forth like a ghost.

'——!'

It was like a tearing sound, and a piece of afterimage came together and broke away from his figure.

Two identical Shu Jianfeng looked at each other quietly!

Shu Jianfeng, whose face was slightly pale, exhaled a mouthful of black mist for a long time, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Nine Lives Demon Shadow! ”

He laughed low and waved a hand on his chest, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the shadow opposite, and in the blink of an eye, the face of the real shadow in front of him changed slightly.

"No. 1 Demon Shadow Shu Jia is outside the Misty Valley, No. 2 Shu Yi is under Demon Rock City, No. 3 Shu Bing is in the ancient battlefield outside the Blood Tooth Forest, you are No. 4 Demon Shadow Shu Ding, go outside the Lion Tiger Castle, go!"

Shu Jianfeng watched the No. 4 Demon Shadow disappear from the secret room space, and muttered: "With four clones, my cultivation will be faster, and when the Demon Shadow is completed, the eight clones can be placed in the four domains, just like independent bodies, this is the person I trust the most!"

He smiled proudly: "Eight clones even me Shu Jianfeng, a total of nine lives, and the guardian god of war can't help me, hahaha"

After a long time, Shu Jianfeng put away his smile, his indifferent attitude was still elegant, and it took him a lot of effort to spend a lot of effort on the Nine Lives Demon Shadow, which was the earliest martial art he chose to cultivate in the Code of Resentment.

The Nine Lives Demon Shadow, the clones are all independent, but the heart is the main body, each doppelganger has half the strength of the main body when it is born, and after independence, it will be improved in cultivation, and the power of cultivation will be divided into eight to become the main body.

Cultivating to the end of the day, the eight clones can be scattered all over the place and have a spiritual heart, and can be integrated with the main body, and the battle body grows exponentially.

What Shu Jianfeng values is the survivability of the Nine Lives Demon Shadow, and if the clone is killed, he will only be injured and will not die.

His philosophy is that whether it is a martial arts cultivator or a layman, the most important thing is to survive, which is the greatest strength to rely on.

At this point, Wen Yiming actually agrees with him, the so-called staying in the green mountains is not worrying about no firewood, and living is more important than anything else.

And this time, Wen Yiming lay down for two months before waking up.

The first thing he looked at when he woke up was at the right half of his body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

As early as the first month, he sensed that the Life Essence was speeding up, and his body was slowly reborn.

He still hadn't opened the six senses, he was enclosed in the space of his own consciousness, and the only thing he could perceive was that he was soaked in a viscous liquid, and countless rich vitality and medicinal energy were seeping into his body.

Feeling extremely comfortable, he began to operate the speed-up exercises independently, slowly repairing the muscles, bones, tendons, veins and viscera, and driving away the accumulation of dark injuries step by step.

In the past two months, he has not made any progress in cultivation, but he has no regrets at all, and it is a great luck to be able to pick up a life in the hands of She Xirong.

He knew that She Xirong kept his hand because of the secret on his body, otherwise he would die.

When he woke up at this moment, looking at his recovered right arm and half of his body, he didn't want to think about that scene at that time, and his heart palpitated.

At that time, he couldn't describe the despair in words, after this, he thoroughly understood the horror of the super god of war, and understated a true yuan big hand, which was the most common ordinary attack of high-level martial arts cultivation, but he used all his hole cards to escape, and still ended up half dead, this is still the mercy of others.

"Little guy, it's a big life!"

The voice behind him alarmed him from his fear, and he quickly got up and walked out of the pool, and saw that it was a burly old man.

"They call me Ancestor, you should have heard my name, hehe!"

The old man in the linen robe sitting against the wall was the old man, and after returning from the Qicai Cliff, he heard Ling Yaohe talk about Wen Yiming's death, and he had been here all along.

Today's Wen Yiming naturally knew the name of the ancestor, so he hurriedly bowed and saluted, hugged his fists and said, "Thank you for the life-saving grace of your predecessors." ”

He knew that the medicinal liquid in the pool was artificially infused, and with his perception and insight, he knew that these medicinal liquids were elixirs that were difficult to find, and he could recover in such a timely manner, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a life-saving grace, although he could recover slowly without that pool of spiritual springs and medicinal liquids, but I am afraid it would take three or five years.

Old Zu waved his hand and motioned for him to sit on the ground, and said with a smile: "The old man is just helping, so you don't have to take it to heart." ”

Then his expression was solemn: "Wen Yiming, Du Lingquan can give birth to human flesh and bones, it stands to reason that half a month can make you recover as before, but you absorbed the entire pond of Du Lingquan, and it took two months to recover, what is the matter with the paralyzing power attached to your injury?"

Wen Yiming sighed deeply, a deep fear flashed in his eyes, and said, "Her name is She Xirong."

"What?

The ancestor stood up suddenly, his eyes were full of shock, and even the bags under his eyes were trembling slightly.