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Shi Songtao treated people enthusiastically in the past, and his popularity was quite good, and every year on the death day, many old people came to worship, but everyone tacitly avoided the early morning.

Except for Shi Tie himself, only a few personal disciples will come to Shi Songtao's tomb with him.

Yan Zhaoge had the intention to come here, and Shi Tie naturally did not refuse.

After Yan Zhaoge and others offered incense to Shi Songtao's family, Shi Tieyan said: "You have a heart, go back and rest." ”

Yan Zhaoge and Xu Fei glanced at each other, took Ah Hu with them, and left together.

Walking on the road, Yan Zhaoge turned around and saw Shi Tie's figure, still standing there silently.

Xu Fei beside him sighed: "Master is still blaming himself." ”

Yan Zhaoge also sighed, as one of the few insiders, he knew what Xu Fei meant.

In the past, Shi Songtao's family of three was killed, Shi Tie actually had a chance to rescue, but it happened that the situation was critical, and the interests of the Guangcheng Mountain Sect were also seriously damaged.

As a result, in the face of such a dilemma, Shi Tie finally chose to maintain the sect as a whole, but in this way, his own descendants could not save him, and in the end, the white-haired man sent the black-haired man.

This is the regret of Shi Tie's life, he has never looked up to him who is worthy of heaven and earth, but only worthy of his relatives.

To this day, although he has set up a well-dressed mound, in fact, Shi Tie still has not given up his last hope, and as long as he has the opportunity, he will go to the place of the year to investigate. I hope that in case, Shi Songtao's family can survive. After all, their bones have never been seen.

Unfortunately, five years have passed. There is still nothing to be gained, and the last hope is dying.

Xu Fei muttered, "If you do it all over again, will Master make a different choice?"

He was talking to himself, and he didn't expect Yan Zhaoge to answer, Yan Zhaoge walked silently to the side.

Xu Fei sighed, and then said: "Although grief, although self-blame, although guilty, but maybe. It's still going to be the same choice, Master, he'......"

Yan Zhaoge asked softly, "If it were you, Senior Brother Xu, how would you choose between the responsibilities on your shoulders and your relatives?"

After being silent for a long time, Xu Fei replied: "I don't know, maybe I can only give an answer when I really face that moment." ”

Yan Zhaoge nodded, and neither of them spoke anymore. Walking side by side, when they reached the fork in the road, they hugged each other and saluted, saying goodbye. They returned to their accommodations.

Back at his residence, Yan Zhaoge sat cross-legged with his eyes closed. Calm down and settle your thoughts.

Less. Yan Zhaoge reopened his eyes and took out a golden talisman from his arms.

This golden talisman. It was obtained by Yan Zhao Ge when he was in the Qingsha Lake, in the Demon Qi Realm, after killing the evil son of the fallen demon.

Looking at the mysterious and complex lines on the surface of the golden rune, Yan Zhaoge thought seriously: "It seems that it is a rather strange and obscure text, and it should be something that appeared after the Great Destruction. ”

Yan Zhao Ge smiled bitterly, just like the relics of the Ice Dragon Martial Saint at the beginning, this kind of thing that appeared after the Great Destruction, compared to the current but relatively old things, made him helpless the most, and it happened to be stuck in the weakest link of his knowledge reserves.

However, Yan Zhaoge is also trying to make up for his shortcomings in this regard, and looking at the golden rune at this moment, it is not completely useless.

"Something like the Far North, only circulated among a few local people?"

After Yan Zhaoge pondered for a while, he instructed Hu Cong: "Go and transfer the ancient scripts that have been circulated in the northern part of Jinzhou to me, take as many as you want, and the older the better." ”

Among the six continents of the minefield, the northernmost area directly connected with the Arctic Ice Sea is Jinzhou.

Soon, a black-clothed warrior sent what Yan Zhaoge wanted.

After taking the time to look at it for a while, Yan Zhaoge gradually had a number in his heart, and his fingers lightly tapped the golden rune, and his fingertips followed the lines of the golden rune, marking one after another.

Those traces stayed on the surface of the golden rune for a long time.

Yan Zhaoge withdrew his fingers, looked at the lines on the golden talisman that tended to be complete, and slapped his last palm on the golden talisman.

The golden talisman suddenly burst into dazzling brilliance, turned into a little fluorescent, and disappeared.

Seeing this, Yan Zhaoge showed a satisfied smile on his face, and then saw that little bit of golden light flying, condensing but not dispersing, turning into a cloud of light mist, floating in mid-air.

Yan Zhaoge took a deep breath, like a long whale sucking water, and the cloud of light and mist was suddenly inhaled by him.

For a moment, Yan Zhaoge's heart and lungs rose with a feeling of smoke and fire.

With Yan Zhaoge's current cultivation realm, all the organs in his body have been tempered by Gang Qi.

The discomfort was only momentary and then quickly disappeared.

Yan Zhaoge looked inside his body, and saw a little golden light constantly flying, evenly adhering to the surface of each bloodline, as if he was coated with a layer of golden light on the bloodline in his body.

Even the tiny, most delicate bloodlines are no exception.

Yan Zhaoge breathed calmly, and between the flow of qi and blood, the blood flowed like hot magma, making a heavy roar.

After thirty-six days of operation, Yan Zhao Ge finished his work, and the faint golden light on his skin flashed.

Standing up from the ground, Yan Zhaoge touched his chin: "There are some things that seem to be on the agenda." ”

Thinking like this, Yan Zhao Singer waved, and a few rays of light flashed, hanging in the air, but they were all inferior spirit soldiers.

Chongshan Armor, Burning Sword, Suo Lan Sword, Hui Sun Wheel, Purple Gold Thunder Sword, Flying Thunder Knife.

In addition to the mid-grade spirit soldier sparkling sparkling sword, and Yan Zhao Ge's own long-time treasure spirit sword and blue dragon, Yan Zhao Singer's existing low-grade spirit soldiers are basically here.

Speaking of which, all of them are the signature blades of the core descendants of other holy lands.

The original owners of these spirit soldiers were Liu Shengfeng, Zhao Hao, Evil Ziyi, Xiao Sheng, Yan Shan and Lin Zhou.

Just this list, and this piece of spiritual soldiers, is enough to make other martial artists of the same generation breathtaking.

If Yan Zhaoge opened an expo for his loot, it is estimated that many people will be so angry that they vomit blood.

In terms of Yan Zhaoge's current cultivation, at the same time, he can basically only urge a low-grade spirit soldier, and the extra ones can either be replaced or used as a hidden weapon, relying on the explosive power of the disconnection to injure the enemy, or contain the opponent's spirit soldier.

There are too many spirit soldiers, and they directly smash the opponent to death, which is not simply a joke.

After Yan Zhao Ge ascended to the Great Grandmaster realm, these spirit soldiers could come in handy at the same time.

However, Yan Zhao Ge had other ideas, although with his own speed of progress, the Great Grandmaster was not far away.

After thinking for a while, Yan Zhao Singer pointed lightly and withdrew the Chongshan Armor, the Huiri Wheel and the Flying Thunder Knife, leaving only the three sword weapons of the Burning Hua Sword, the Suo Lan Sword and the Purple Gold Thunder Sword.

Then Yan Zhao singer flipped his palm, and there was an extra bamboo branch in his palm.

A dark green, faintly shimmering purple bamboo branch.

opened the inner crystal furnace, and Yan Zhao Ge threw the bamboo branch into it together with the three lower-grade spirit soldiers. (To be continued.) )