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Outside the Thousand Fish City, a large group of Immortal Cultists wearing heavy armor and holding sharp knives rushed down.

In the Immortal Sect, there are many handsome men and beautiful women, and even the soldiers in the sect are mostly tall and burly, and the young and middle-aged men with dignified appearances are mostly young and middle-aged men.

Moreover, all the fighters are carefully selected, and they are about the same height, body shape, and even face shape. Coupled with the neat armor and weapons, it looks as good as a well-tended fruit stand.

Twelve old men, twelve old women, and a total of twenty-four immortal sect masters floated down from the wooden boat, their bodies gushing with qi and blood, each of them shining light outward like a small light bulb.

This is an omen of vitality so abundant that the body cannot accommodate it.

Twenty-four masters lined up, and hundreds of handsome men and women stood behind them, followed by nearly 10,000 elite soldiers.

This huge and amazing army of the Immortal Sect stood in formation, and only then did the twenty-four old men and women turn around and bow deeply towards a black wooden boat nearly two hundred meters long in the center.

"Vice-Sect Master, please!"

Hundreds of young men and women, and nearly 10,000 elite soldiers shouted in unison: "Please invite the deputy sect leader." ”

The face of the Fog Knife Chief Commander was extremely ugly, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

His left arm, which was severed by Wu Tie's shot, was broken again, and blood was spilled again.

"Hmph. ”

A cold snort sounded softly, like a magic sound through the brain, and a terrifying concussion sounded in the brains of all the fog knives. The continuous demonic sound shook and struck, and the body of the fog knife present shook and suddenly vomited blood.

Originally, they were blown apart by the arrows that erupted from Lao Tie's arm, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

This cold snort was extremely powerful, and most of the fog knife killers present were shocked to death, and only the hundred or so strongest lucky ones barely stood firm, and they continued to vomit blood one by one.

A burly old man in a blood-colored robe, followed by dozens of pretty girls, slowly walked out of the largest wooden boat in the middle, and with a gloomy face, he glanced deeply at the commander of the fog knife.

"Fog Knife...... Very good, very kind...... It's been many years, and I've been immortal, and I haven't suffered such a loss for many years. ”

"A branch hall uprooted? good, good, good, good. The burly old man said in a deep voice: "Although Grandma Chi and the four of them are well-known wastes in the sect, that's why I sent them to such a poor and remote place. ”

"But even if it's waste...... No, even if it is a useless dog, as long as it is a dog of our Immortal Sect, it can only be killed by my Immortal Sect, and it is not the turn of others to teach a lesson. ”

Exhaled heavily, a large blood mist spread behind the burly old man's head, and a huge sun wheel flower was faintly visible in the blood mist, and countless strange tentacles quietly appeared behind the huge petals of the sun wheel flower.

"Have you figured out how to die?" Jia Zhengfeng, the third deputy sect leader of the Old Husband Immortal Sect, ...... Be sure to fulfill your last request on the verge of death. ”

The burly old man Jia Zhengfeng smiled deeply, and then a breeze blew, and a wisp of blood mist wrapped a figure that seemed to be nothing, and it fell into his hands as fast as lightning.

Jia Zhengfeng was stunned, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Go to a few people and check it out...... How could the babies who were dispatched by the old man and who were responsible for sealing off all the passages in and out of Thousand Fish City be killed?"

"This is the natal blood seal of the finch slave...... Something happened to the finch...... Damn it. ”

Jia Zhengfeng roared angrily, and from the blood mist behind him, dozens of arm-thick black tentacles suddenly poked out, and with a piercing whistling sound, they wrapped around the Fog Knife Commander's Command.

The Master of the Mist Knife hesitated for a moment, his body shook, his body suddenly became transparent, and then quickly melted into the air and disappeared without a trace.

Dozens of tentacles that seemed to be real and illusory entangled the three remaining fog knife masters.

In just the blink of an eye, the three Heavy Building Realm fog knife masters screamed miserably, and were sucked into dry corpses by these tentacles.

Jia Zhengfeng's face was much more ruddy, so ruddy that there was almost plasma dripping out of the pores on his face. He sneered in a low voice, "Run, run, see where you can run?"

"Cangyan Domain is your foundation, can you still run out of Cangyan Domain?"

"Since the old man has personally dispatched this time, the entire Cangyan Domain will naturally be subdued...... Those who follow me live, and those who do not obey ...... The old man is just about to break through the realm, so let them be the old man's supplement. ”

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In the dimly lit abandoned mine, Wu Tie ran around the broken head of Lao Tie.

He wept silently and ran wildly, not knowing how long he had been running, and he didn't know where he had gone, until he slammed his head into a pillar in the tunnel, shattering the two-foot-thick pillar and falling to the ground.

It was a mine chamber that could accommodate two or three hundred people, and some miners had planted some glow-in-the-dark moss in the corner.

The mine has been abandoned for a long time, and the growth of luminous moss is not very good, and the spectral light is shining, and it is barely possible to see the surrounding environment.

Wu Tie held Lao Tie in his arms, and looked down at the faint flow of extremely fine light on the skull, and there was constantly fire spewing out of Lao Tie in the seven orifices.

Lao Tie's state is obviously extremely bad, but Wu Tie doesn't know what to do.

"Old Iron ...... Old Iron ......"

Wu Tie hugged half of Lao Tie's head hard, and there was viscous juice gushing out from the wound on the top of Lao Tie's head, and the warm juice was as lustrous as blood, but it was not plasma, but a strange juice condensed by energy.

After the juice flows out, it takes about a few breaths to evaporate into a little bit of light like a firefly.

The blood light in Lao Tie's pupils was dim, and from time to time there was a faint blue cold light flickering.

His voice came from deep within his skull, erratic and powerless.

"It's a little long-winded, it's a little unbearable...... Hey, hurry up, get my eyes in the eyeballs, whatever. ”

Lao Tie urged in a low voice.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth, shed tears, and leaned in front of Lao Tie, staring at one of his bloodshot eyes.

"I thought it wouldn't be needed...... Lao Tzu is not a normal type of ancient god soldier...... Lao Tzu is...... It's ......" Lao Tie snorted weakly: "But, it's okay...... There's a first time for everything......"

Lao Tie's eyes suddenly lit up, and a gentle blood light erupted from the core of his eyes, shining straight on Wu Tie's left eyeball.

The blood light is not dazzling, the temperature is not high, and it has no lethal power.

Waves of graphic information continued to flow into Wu Tie's mind along the blood light, as if he had been recited thousands of times, directly and deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind, as if he had carved it on the gold stone with a carving knife, with a deep memory and unforgettable forever.

Along with this, the golden light cluster in the center of Wu Tie's eyebrows was rapidly depleting.

This kind of direct information transmission is directly at the cost of depleting Wu Tie's spiritual power, and it is an irreversible loss.

After Wu Tie stimulated his natural powers, he inexplicably realized Haoran's righteous powers, these days he has been polishing day and night, his soul power has increased rapidly, and his spiritual power has become extremely pure and powerful.

His mental power now is dozens of times that of ordinary people.

With Lao Tie's continuous input, the upper limit of Wu Tie's spiritual power was constantly shrinking, and his brain was stabbing for a while, and his soul power was constantly dissipating.

All kinds of strange knowledge are constantly pouring in.

If Wu Tie was an ordinary person, with a large amount of information so domineering imprinted in his mind, that person's soul would have collapsed into a mental illness long ago.

Wu Tie endured the stinging pain in his head, and tried his best to receive the message from Lao Tie.

His soul power is enough, his spiritual power is enough to burn, enough to consume.

Lao Tie muttered to himself while using this magical method to transmit information: "Listen to me, little guy, grandpa, I capsized in the gutter this time...... No wonder who, it's grandpa and I have a problem......"

"Hey, the dog didn't know who he was fighting with back then...... The body is very weak, grandpa and I have countless skills, and I can't borrow his body to exert it. ”

"Grandpa, although I am powerful, I only have one head left......"

"That Guo Qinu, she has a strange ...... In the future, avoid them......"

"Remember, there are endless possibilities to survive...... To be alive is the foundation of everything...... If you die, you're gone, there's nothing left......"

"These things I passed on to you, those things that appeared in my mind inexplicably, you can learn if you are interested, and if you are not interested, you can just learn...... I also think it's strange how I have so many things in my head that have nothing to do with my job......"

"However, you must memorize the follow-up cultivation method of the foundation building style...... You must cultivate well......"

"Yuan Shijing, this is after the foundation building, from the Xuan Realm, the Chonglou Realm, the Life Pond Realm, and the Fetal Tibetan Realm...... Also, the higher realm ......"

"Yuan Shi Jing, as the name suggests, is the most perfect and complete cultivation method deduced by my creator, those amazing old guys, that is, your ancestors, those old guys......

"Slowly, but straight to the end of everything, to the origin of the primordial chaos......"

"The Yuan Shi Jing is the root of all cultivation methods, it is all-encompassing, and it is the origin of all cultivation methods......

"Although it was eventually abandoned, no one really chose to cultivate it, just because its cultivation speed was too slow, and at that time, what we needed was speed, the efficiency of breaking through the realm......"

"So although the old guys speculated that the Yuan Shi Jing was the most perfect method, no one chose it......"

"I hope that no matter what happens to you in the future, no matter how great the exercises you get in the future, you will not abandon the ...... of the Yuan Shi Sutra."

"Keep cultivating, unswervingly cultivating...... If you don't have resources, you will grab them, you will fight for them, and you will use all means to obtain resources......"

"I want to see if the Yuan Shijing is the most perfect exercise like those old guys......"

"We ...... Brothers like me...... Everyone has a copy of the Yuan Shi Jing recorded in their minds...... It's the tinder, and the old guys are ready for misfortune......"

"Since it's a tinder...... Lao Tzu may be the only one who has passed down the Yuan Shijing ......"

"Hey, that's it...... It's a pity that Yang Jian died, otherwise, Lao Tzu would definitely have asked him to restore Lao Tzu's title, and he would have to promote Lao Tzu to three levels...... Hey...... It's a pity that Yang Jian died......"

The golden light in Wu Tie's eyebrows was burning, and his soul power was constantly weakening.

A huge amount of graphic information is constantly pouring in, in addition to the Yuan Shijing, there are all kinds of strange knowledge.

Wu Tie was in no mood to sort out the knowledge in his head, he just hugged Lao Tie and silently received the information from him.

The blood light in Lao Tie's eyes gradually dimmed, and a large amount of blood-like light suddenly erupted from his seven orifices, and with a few clicks, his skull cracked into fine cracks.

A large blast of cold air erupted from the cracks in his skull, covering Wu Tie's arms with a thin layer of frost.

"Don't be sad, don't shed tears...... Grandpa, I don't die so easily......"

"Later, I came across some relics left over from ancient times...... Go dig dig and see...... If I can find a backup body with the same style as my grandfather, I will still be able to survive......

"Ahh......h It's just dormant ......"

"Remember, grandpa, I'm not dead, I won't die, grandpa, I'm just sleeping, grandpa, I'm always by your side......"

"If you're lucky enough, grandpa I'll be back soon......"

"It's different from the previous slumber......"

"Before, grandpa, I couldn't see any hope, grandpa, I was completely desperate, so I chose to give up on my sleep......"

"But this time, Grandpa, I was forced to sleep, but Grandpa, my heart was full of hope...... So don't worry, although the injury is a little worse, who knows if we will ever see each other again?"

Lao Tie's voice became extraordinarily gentle and kind, like a chattering old man, curled up in the corner of the wall basking in the sun, while laughing and soothing his little grandson.

"Little one, remember one thing...... Your ancestors are remarkable, your bloodline is remarkable...... Don't be sorry for your ancestors, don't be sorry for your bloodline......"

"Pangu Miao descendant, after Yan Huang...... Straighten my back at all times!"

Lao Tie's skull cracked, completely cracked, and wisps of extremely magnificent and incomparably wonderful light erupted from his skull, illuminating this mine chamber with a radius of nearly 100 meters.

In the skull of Lao Tie, there is a ball of light, a magnificent light.

Countless rays of light crisscrossed the city, and countless simple and complex runes and lines surged in the light.

In Lao Tie's braincase, his brain is such a ball of light, brilliant and magnificent, as if it is full of infinite creative vitality.

A faint blue crack pierced through this ball of light, and Lao Tie's voice sighed faintly, and countless slender streamers collapsed and compressed inward, and gradually, the light dimmed.

In the end, a crystal brain the size of a baby's fist and with a crystal clear body was suspended in front of Wu Tie.

The crystal brain is shiny, and there are countless fine and complex facets on the surface, and if you look carefully on each facet, there are countless ancient words and runes looming, and on a section with a large sesame seed, there are at least hundreds of thousands of such words and runes.

"Lao Tie, is this you?" Wu Tie held the exquisite crystal brain in his hand, gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "I will definitely wake you up...... Your body is broken, and I'm going to have to help you find a new one. ”

"As long as there is, I will definitely help you find it. ”

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