One night, the sound of the flute in the Burning Spirit Valley reverberates, drifting to every corner with the night wind, and everyone who hears the sound of the flute is either excited or meditating.

When the sound of the flute does not disperse, there is no one who sleeps in the valley.

Xiaoyin was originally a mournful voice, mostly loved by the sad and infatuated: that night's Xiaoyin did not have a trace of compassion and pity, but spoke of life and death with high spirits, and there was boundless indifference and ridicule.

The sound of the flute seems to be a point, and thousands of people have different understandings, but when people wake up the next day, the performance is extremely consistent.

They are quiet and busy, friendly and solemn, excited and indifferent: each doing his duty, each doing his own thing, and no one is idle.

Several high-level monks with a foundation in refining weapons were selected to try to polish and carve those demon mosquito mouthparts: several other monks were selected and led by Shen Tu himself, following Thirteen Lang to learn the method of nine forging and refining. As for the magic circle, there are other details, and there are also special people in charge of studying them.

Shisanlang is not the grandfather of the Mu family, and he has no intention of keeping these two skills as heirlooms. To refine thousands or even tens of thousands of soul breaking spears, he has no time and no patience, how can he receive that kind of drudgery.

As long as these people are taught and some subtleties are guided, the Burning Spirit Army can be self-sufficient and form a complete system: at that time, Thirteen Lang can walk with peace of mind. On the contrary, for those people, this is the foundation of their life, and it is a rare opportunity. The reason is very simple, the mouthparts of the demon mosquito can actually be replaced by flying needles, although the effect may not be as good as the mouthparts, but if it is those rich families, it is completely possible to improve the quality of the flying needles to increase the power of the Soul Breaking Spear. In other words, after the autumn hunt, this new type of magic weapon will definitely spread out and become a killing weapon that everyone can use.

"It's a pity that there are no patent applications. In front of the apprentices, Thirteen Lang shouted again and again.

"! Haode has been picked up by you, okay! In the future, the world will be full of peach and plums, and it may be of great use. Young Master Mai fought back angrily, his jealous eyes about to melt him.

There are no elders and youngers in learning, and this is especially true in the cultivation realm. Whether it is a childish boy or an old man, since he wants to learn, this master is called a matter of course. For monks, the master is even more important than the father, and any betrayal of the master is a spurned evil deed, which is not tolerated by the world.

This is a tradition, a tradition that cannot be desecrated. Otherwise, whoever is willing to spend precious time teaching his disciples will not be able to seek immortality.

looked at the eyes of the subordinates looking at Thirteen Lang, and the respectful worship of the "Master." Mai Shaofei suddenly felt that it was good for this goods to leave, otherwise he might be seized of power one day, and he would never be the boss again.

It is difficult for a superior to have a friendship, and Mai Shaofei is not a real superior for the time being, but he is indeed working in that direction every day. If he hadn't known that Jusan Lang had no interest in power, he might have been wary of it and had to guard against it.

"I don't want anyone else to offer it, it's a curse to die early. ”

Thirteen Lang disdained this, and said seriously: "I'll just give you something practical, the more magic crystals, the better, the materials will not be refused, and the magic weapon of the elixir can do anything." ”

"Study hard, practice hard, and you will have benefits in the future!"

A group of apprentices were dumbfounded when they heard this, and Mai Shaofei was not angry with Thirteen Lang, so he simply shouted at them a few times and shook his hand away, not answering this conversation.

Turning his face, he sent someone to send a lot of Demon Mosquito Crystals to Thirteen Lang, and the number should be calculated in tons.

The demon mosquito nest was ended, and the harvest accumulated in more than 100 years was a lot; Mai Shaozhu considered the dual cultivation of the Dharma body of Thirteen Lang, and the future of this future was unknown, so he simply moved half of it for him and roughly estimated that even if Thirteen Lang used it as a meal, it could last for a few years. ...,

In the final analysis, Thirteen Lang is helping him cultivate talents, although there is brotherhood, but since others have made a mouth, they must always show something. Fortunately, the demon mosquito has some family background, otherwise with the current situation of Young Master Mai, he really can't take out anything decent as a gift, how frustrating and humiliating.

Not only did he get the Demon Mosquito Crystal, but he also dug up a huge stone tablet with many mystical runes engraved on it: Mai Shaofei looked solemn after seeing it, saying that it might be the core of some kind of formation. Now that the formations have been destroyed by demon mosquitoes, the stone tablet is naturally useless, and Young Master Mai can only put him away and leave it for later research in the Demon King's Palace.

"Probably something to do with the ancients. These were his exact words.

There are a lot of things like this, Thirteen Lang doesn't need to worry about it and doesn't want to worry about it, he follows Mai Shaofei's hints, and teaches several techniques separately; The superior always thinks more than ordinary people, which makes Thirteen Lang feel a little emotional, he despises Mai Shaozhu in his heart for living like a nanny and tired like a dog, which is really not taken by wise people.

The apprenticeship work was the most difficult at the beginning, and once the first batch of students were released, the burden of Shisanro was relaxed. Strictly speaking, the refining level of most of these people is no worse than him, but the method of nine forging is a basic method, and other monks don't care at all, so they naturally don't understand the joints. As for Muhamme's unique refining method, it is a skill that they dream of but cannot access. Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally work hard.

A month later, the cultivation of the Ranling Valley was exhausted, and the first batch of Soul Breaking Spears had also been released: Mai Shaofei couldn't hold it back, and personally led the team to exterminate a demon mosquito hundreds of miles away, and the results were brilliant.

Facts have proved that it is too suitable to use the Soul Breaking Spear against the demon mosquitoes who never know how to disperse the formation, after the flying needle is shot, there is almost no live mouth in the straight line, and it only takes a dozen monks to shoot a salvo to clear the range of 100 meters. Later, the exuberant monks wished that there would be more demon mosquitoes, and it was better to rush up in a line from all directions, while the humans fired volleys one after another, and it was a completely one-sided killing.

Of course, not all demon mosquitoes will die instantly, in order to pursue maximum damage, the magic circle is basically set according to the cultivation limit, and every time it is fired, the monk often exhausts his whole body cultivation, and needs to be equipped with appropriate cover and so on. In this regard, Mai Shaofei will arrange it himself, and he is extremely familiar with it after a few drills, and there is no problem.

Originally, Mai Shaofei Jihua exterminated the demon mosquitoes in batches, but after a battle, he found that dealing with the blue-level mosquito swarm was a piece of cake at all, so he simply took a blow and brought several major mosquito swarms to a full pot. Including the three blue-level mosquito kings, there is no piece of armor left.

When the soldiers returned, the entire Ranling Valley was boiling.

"Burning spiritual fire, raging ....... ”

The joyful revenge, people sang and celebrated, and there was no way to describe the inner jī movement. In their eyes, the Autumn Hunter is no longer a dangerous road of nine deaths, but a real hunting! It is a feast that can obtain endless fruits!

After jī moved, people began to look forward to the next few days: no need to ask, as long as these demon mosquito mouthparts are dealt with, the young master will lead them to kill in all directions and sweep the entire land of dreams.

"You say, what if we kill the rotting mosquitoes?

"This ...... Yes, they should be considered, and they should be given some time. ”

"Dream on, stupid, 10,000 miles of area, it's more than a year to go around, and it's also swept away!"

"Hehe, that's right, that's right. ”

In the midst of the jubilation, people suddenly heard the news that it was not a haode, that the young man who brought about this drastic change and was destined to leave the Burning Spirit Clan and even the entire Demon Domain for eternity, was about to leave. ...,

"Just gone?"

At the mouth of the Burning Spirit Valley, thousands of people lined up to say goodbye to one person, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified, and there was a bit of tragic generosity that the phoenix would not return. Everyone looked at the quiet young man, thinking about the miracles he had brought to everyone, and their expressions were in a trance.

Just imagine, if everything went according to the normal trajectory, and Thirteen Lang did not participate in the autumn hunt due to accidents, what would happen to the Burning Spirit Legion?

This is a question that cannot be asked, and when people think about it, they can't contain the emotions in their hearts, and they gradually make a commotion.

Mai Shaofei felt the deepest, looking at the lonely and upright figure of Thirteen Lang who did not look very strong, his eyes were wet.

"Well, let's go. ”

Thirteen Lang didn't think much about it, he still felt that he was a passerby, a not very pure passerby, that's all.

"Get out!" Mai Shaofei said in a muffled voice.

"Hehe, don't worry, as long as she's okay when I go, there will be no more trouble. ”

Thirteen Lang casually counterattacked, took a light breath, turned around and patted the big gray head: the donkey strode away with a neigh, and did not look back again.

"Don't die outside!"

Looking at the young man riding a donkey who was gradually submerged in the wind and sand, Mai Shaofei thought about it and couldn't help yelling: "Take care!"

"Take care, young master!"

"Take care!"

"Take care!"

"Take care....... ”

The shouts converged like an invisible boat, carrying people from afar and drifting to the more distant unknown. The wind echoed, and there were a few flute sounds, like a trumpet echoing.

It was a muddy swamp, the air was gray and silent, shrouded in lingering clouds of smoke. As far as the eye can see, colorful poisonous clouds are drifting, and the ground is covered with strangely shaped weeds, and from time to time bubbles float and explode, emitting more gas.

Corpses, corpses everywhere! The number is incalculable, the shapes are very different, there are people, there are demon mosquitoes, and there are all kinds of strange monsters. What they all have in common is that they were all poisoned!

There are a lot of people alive, people or monsters, and demon mosquitoes, still fighting between people and monsters, people and monsters fighting, people and monsters fighting, and monsters and mosquitoes are also fighting.

A huge mosquito king ended the battle, and in front of it was another light purple mosquito king, strangely enough, they seemed to be killing each other?

The ensuing scene was shocking, and the body of the winning mosquito king gradually twisted, like an illusory poisonous cloud. A roar of pain or pleasure came out of his mouth, and in a moment, he changed from a mosquito to a human form, into a tall man with an oversized figure.

On his body, there was a strong and extremely powerful aura, and there were still many demon mosquitoes around, but none of them dared to get close to him within a hundred meters. It was as if it was a ghost that existed in the underworld, avoided by all living beings.

The man looked up and looked around, and the hiss of a poisonous snake in his throat was chilling.

"Gou Xing old ghost, since you're here, why don't you show up yet!"

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【Tang Brick】Novel Author: 孑和2——

Yun Ye has always thought that he is a super polar lover, even if he puts himself on Mars, he will kidnap Martians and let them send them to Earth. Now that I'm in trouble, how can I go back from the second year of Zhenguan to the year 210 AD?

The entire Datang Dynasty is a huge pit, Li Er pits him, Li Chengqian pits him, Cheng Fairy pits him, the Bull Demon King pits him, and even a generation of virtuous queens and eldest grandsons also pit him. There are no good people in the Tang Dynasty! There are still days to live, and there are gray-haired grandmothers to be honored, and there are eight younger sisters who want dowries. As a high-ranking nobleman, Yun Ye felt that Yali Mountain was big. ——

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[Heavens and Worlds].

Author: Liu Xufeng

has finished this [Xiuzhen Shop] more than 2.6 million words, [Heavens and Bounds] Please collect it boldly, you can also fatten it and kill it.

There are heavens in the world, and there are bounds within it. Among them, the spiritual power is overlapping, the hierarchy is clear, and there are barriers between the realms, which are difficult to overcome.

Within the heavens, there is a peaceful day. Within this day, all walks of life do not have half a day, the moon is not less than three rods, yin and yang are balanced, and spiritual power is thin.

A young man with the incomplete memories of his previous life, he lives in this Pingguang Tian, in the mountains and seas at the end of Pingguangtian, and is supported in the Gengjin Sword Sect. Let's see how he struggles to grow, break through the barriers of the realm, and step through the heavens.

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