After the hair was finished, the black and white dumplings made a thumbs-up gesture towards Yan Anqing, but because the hand was too fat, it looked like a fist.

“……”

Yan Anqing silently stretched out his hand and gave a thumbs up to the Red Panda customer service.

"Goo!"

Short text bubbles floated out, and the black and white balls disappeared without a trace.

Two hundred Spiritual Essence Essences, plus new achievements in the account, the happiness of the two parts is superimposed, which makes Yan Anqing's mood really good.

As soon as his mind moved, a spiritual essence appeared in front of his eyes.

The power field of the Law of Wrath enveloped it, refining it at an extremely fast speed.

"At the current rate, within a year, the promotion can be completed."

Yan Anqing could feel that the power of the law was constantly accumulating, and when the quantity reached a certain level, it would change from quantity to quality and complete a real breakthrough.

The law of anger is very weak, and Yan Anqing knows this better than anyone else.

Normally, this force of the law, used to abuse vegetables, has a good effect, but it can be used in the game with the dominator, but it has almost no effect.

If he hadn't lied at the beginning and directly blew up the natal law, let alone the shepherd controller Zen realm ruler, even if it was Wu Yixian, the appetite ruler, I am afraid he would not have paid much attention to him.

But Yan Anqing doesn't care too much about this.

After all, he was able to be promoted to the eleventh-order Dominator Sequence, and he also took advantage of it, and in the Douqi Knight plane, he directly robbed the Immortal Alliance of countless years of savings and heritage, and with the help of the blessing of the power of fate, he found an opportunity to be promoted in the long river of laws.

Now, through some of the abilities of the golden finger, Yan Anqing has shown himself as a "teleportation dominator", and has gained a lot of convenience.

But his natal law is still "anger", which is not quite in line with Yan Anqing's nature.

"I don't know, after being promoted to the middle of the twelfth order, what will happen?"

Yan Anqing was curious.

In the long river of fate, there are infinite laws.

Some basic laws, at the eleventh order, appear extremely weak, but after completing the promotion, there is a small probability that he will turn around gorgeously and turn from an ugly duckling to a white swan.

"I don't want to think about it so much, in short, when the promotion is completed, I will naturally know the result."

As soon as he thought of this, Yan Anqing collected his spirit and concentrated on refining the essence of spiritual wisdom and increasing the essence of the law.

……

Great Zhu Dynasty, March of the ninth year of Yanhuang.

Lin Mingxu sat on a tall horse with a red head, wearing a full-coverage heavy armor, a black and gold steel helmet, and a mixed yuan breaking spear, just like a steel fortress.

Ordinary war horses can't support so much weight, Lin Mingxu's beloved horse under his crotch is a magical creation after he has spent a lot of military exploits, he can carry two tons of weight, travel thousands of miles a day, run like the wind, accelerate extremely fast, and accompany him to fight on the battlefield for several years.

Beside Lin Mingxu, there are all soldiers who are strong and persistent.

In the distant villages, there was a hideous and bloodthirsty roar.

"Bugs playing with corpses......"

Lin Mingxu's face sank, and he felt very greasy.

It's been two years since the Zerg descended on the Great Wilderness Star.

In the past two years, he has killed countless Zerg with his own hands.

Flame Beetle, Frozen Mosquito, Thunder Bee, Paralyzing Fly, Instant Fly......

There are thousands of strange zergs, some as big as giant mountains, and some as small as invisible to the naked eye.

But those damn monsters were all found by Lin Mingxu and his comrades, and they were defeated one by one.

So far, the only Zerg that hasn't found a fatal flaw is the Soul Reaver Butterfly!

The Soul Reaver Butterfly, the size of a palm, is immune to any physical and energy attack.

Their bodies have always remained in a state of blurring, and any explosions, impacts, or assassinations have no effect on them.

Moreover, as long as the skin touches the Soul Reaver Butterfly, it will be directly parasitized by them, becoming the puppet of the Soul Reaver Butterfly, turning into a walking corpse!

Once Lin Mingxu suffered the loss of the Soul Snatcher Butterfly because of lack of intelligence.

The feeling that he could clearly feel the world, but he couldn't control his body, he didn't want to experience it a second time!

Being controlled by the damned Zerg and the past experience of killing his comrades, Lin Mingxu felt guilty as soon as he recalled it.

That time, Lin Mingxu, who was manipulated, died tragically at the hands of "Liewu Hou" Bian Miaoying.

After being resurrected, Lin Mingxu hated the creature of the Soul Reaver Butterfly!

He secretly vowed that he must find a way to exterminate the Soul Reaver Butterfly!

"Brothers! Follow me! ”

There is no additional rhetoric, and there is no need to boost morale, Lin Mingxu just said a word, and the soldiers around him immediately took action.

There is only one word difference between "go with me" and "go up for me", but the impact on morale is two extremes.

What's more, the current Great Dynasties are known to almost everyone in the world - after an unnatural death, there is a chance to be resurrected!

In the vast majority of cases, deserters who abandon their comrades, who are cowardly and afraid to fight, do not have any soil for survival in the army.

Because of the emergence of reincarnation in the underworld, people realize that some choices, after being done, the ending is more terrible than death.

Some of the guys who fled timidly but were still killed by the Zerg were completely isolated after falling into the underworld.

Not only that, but they don't even have a chance to be resurrected.

No matter how afraid of death is, they must force themselves to look directly at death and bravely charge towards death.

Even, many meritorious deeds have accumulated enough soldiers, and it is completely possible to do it, arrogantly contempt for death.

Hundreds of horses' hooves hit the ground, and the power of resonance was like a ground dragon rolling.

Thundered......

Dusty!

It's closer......

It's closer!

"It's been said before! Try not to let the Reaver Butterfly touch your body! ”

Lin Mingxu roared loudly: "The Soul Revergering Butterfly takes about three breaths to control its body, and once it is parasitized, it will immediately cut itself. ”

At this point, Lin Mingxu stabbed his spear obliquely into the sky and let out a roar: "Wan Sheng! ”

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

The voices of the robes came from beside him.

The cavalry rushed into the "zombies" possessed by the Soul Reaver butterfly, bringing a bloody rain.

Dark and filthy stinking blood, along with broken organs, flew in the air.

Every time a zombie is killed, translucent butterfly-like creatures will appear in the air.

They don't move very fast, they are the size of a palm, and they are very beautiful in black and white gold throughout.

It's just a beautiful illusion, but it hides a deadly threat!

Lin Mingxu knew very well that these zombies he killed with his own hands were once also soldiers of the Great Imperial Dynasty.

However, they missed in the middle of their mission, so it was his turn to "destroy the corpses" by his cavalry regiment.

The cavalry regiment has strong mobility and is suitable for this task.

And......

These controlled zombies must be killed!

Otherwise, after more than ten hours, the Soul Reaver Butterfly will use the corpse as Yang Liang, splitting and multiplying, becoming more difficult to deal with.

If left unchecked, the number of Soul Reavers will increase exponentially.

One, two, four, sixteen......

Thinking of the zombie frenzy he had seen half a year ago, Lin Mingxu felt his scalp tingle, and his heart was cold.

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