In the evening, the caravan was warmly received by a tribe of the Muwei tribe that had a friendship with Cao Hua, and the merchants, guards, and inhabitants of the grassland drank and sang and danced around the fire, throwing all the fatigue and fright of the day's journey out of the clouds, and only enjoying the carnival in front of them.

A tall man of Murwei walked up to Yunzhong and made a big salute: "Young man, I heard that you are the strongest man in this caravan, and I am the strongest man in Duke's department, my name is Belgu, and if there is a chance in the future, we can win or lose in the wrestling ring! Tonight, let's divide the high and low in front of the wine glass!"

Before the words landed, there was already a lot of applause all around.

There was no room for refusal in the clouds, and there were already two maidens in the room, who filled the two large bowls with mare's milk wine, and handed the wine to the clouds and Belgu with a smile.

"Guest, lay Belgugan down, so that he can't even climb up his mother-in-law's belly tonight!" The girl who served the wine for Yunzhong was born pure, but the words startled Yunzhong. There was another round of cheering.

"Belgu, let the guests from afar see the abilities of our room Wei Hanzi, don't embarrass us Duke!" Another girl was also cheering for Belgu.

Yunzhong smiled and took the wine bowl, the people of Murowei were hospitable, such a spell of wine is a common thing, Yunzhong will not spoil the scenery, and then drink the wine in the bowl, only to feel that the entrance is sweet, but into the belly is like a fire, indescribable comfort, shouting: "Good wine!" and aroused a round of applause.

Not to be outdone, Belgu also raised the wine bowl and drank, shouting: "Come again!"

So in the second and third rounds, the two of them drank ten rounds, only to see Belgu suddenly stand up and laugh: "Good wine, happy! Come again!"

But no one poured wine for him anymore, and the two girls leaned into Yunzhong's arms at the same time, and the three of them began to count at the same time: "One, two..."

Before the word "three" could be shouted, Belgu had already fallen straight to the ground, and the laughter and scolding around him became a ring.

It wasn't until three or four o'clock in the middle of the night that the scene ended, and Yunzhong, who was already seven or eight points drunk, went to a tent to rest with the support of two room Wei girls, and a girl gently leaned into his ear: "Do you want to find a Rakshasa woman for you to put out the fire?" Belgu They caught a few in the Rakshasa last month, and one of them is still a virgin, and they are not willing to use it, and they are going to keep the New Year's sacrifice to Tengger Tian, I will go and tell the leader and bring her to you?"

Yunzhong hurriedly refused with a smile, and the two muro girls didn't say much, covered their mouths and left the tent with a smile.

Yunzhong sat cross-legged on the bunk, took out a small pill and swallowed it, and used the churning wine power to refine the medicinal properties.

"A small pill can make ordinary cultivators in the early stage of the Xuan Rank ascend to a small realm, and I have swallowed more than ten pills in one breath in the past few days, and it is only to the fourteenth heaven of the Yellow Order, it is estimated that the remaining ten small pills can be eaten, so that I can return to the first heaven of the Xuan Rank, and then I can only eat the big pill, but unfortunately there are only five pills of the Great Pill. ”

A wry smile appeared on Yunzhong's face.

The eight veins have all been practiced to a perfect state, and the energy required to break through a node is many times more than that of ordinary martial artists, and the pills on his body have been consumed in just a few days.

This is still that he was already a fifteenth heaven of the Xuan Rank, and now that he has opened up the meridians again, the difficulty has been reduced a lot, and after he has fully recovered, if he wants to improve the realm, the difficulty will be more than a thousand times stronger than that of ordinary martial artists.

The good news is that the strength of his meridians is amazing, and he can directly swallow the pill to transform it into true qi, and replace it with someone else eating jelly beans like him and eating the small pill, and he will explode and die early.

The bad news is that the pill is not easy to obtain, even though he is an alchemist, and the Demon Sword Group continuously provides him with medicinal materials, he can't withstand such consumption. Moreover, the higher the cultivation, the higher the level of the pill required.

"It seems that it is necessary to continue to enhance the soul power and raise the alchemist to the heavenly level. The clouds thought to themselves.

After a small pill was completely refined, a copper gourd was taken out from Yunzhong, which was also a space bag, and Yunzhong deliberately plated it into gold to show its specialness.

Open the space bag, a space of more than ten square meters appeared in front of the clouds, in the space, you can vaguely see many transparent figures floating around in it, and it seems that you can still hear the sound of crying.

"Soldiers, Fights, Fights, Arrays, Columns, Lines, Fronts!" "Yun Zhong recited words in his mouth, and kept sealing in his hands.

Three years ago, he sneak attacked and killed an evil ghost cultivator who used the living soul to refine the magic weapon, obtained the method of sacrificing the soul, and last year he exchanged two large pills for a copy of the "Dunjia Heavenly Book" from a passing Taiping Dao master. The two exercises, one good and one evil, were combined by him after painstaking study and practiced into his own soul-devouring Dafa.

During the war, the souls of the ownerless wander around, refusing to fall into reincarnation because their obsessions are too deep, among which the powerful can devour the souls of the living to strengthen themselves, endangering one side, and the weaker ones will also affect the normal operation of the energy of heaven and earth, resulting in unpredictable disasters. Yun Zhong used the technique of Qimen Dunjia to detain these souls, and then used a method similar to a ghost cultivator to refine himself, integrating the purest energy into his soul.

It was precisely because of the cultivation of this method that the soul power in the clouds skyrocketed, and three months ago, the refiner grade was strongly raised to the heavenly level, and the cultivation of the alchemist and the physician was also loosened, and the improvement was a very fast thing.

But now it is not the ownerless souls who are detained in the clouds, but the group of ringing horses during the day. After killing them in the clouds, he detained them in the space bag before their souls had time to go to reincarnation, and now in the dead of night, they were taken out for refining.

This matter is cruel, he has only done it a few times in total, the last two are the two battles with the Irards near Waterwind City, the souls of Moqi, Zikdan, and the black-clothed warrior have all been refined by him, and he has obtained a lot of information about the Murowei Prairie from the memory of the soul.

But he wanted to know more things, so today, he didn't let go of these ringing horses.

I saw ghosts struggling to turn into points of light and fall into the eyebrows in the clouds.

Soon, the souls of more than thirty ringing horses had all been refined.

"One-third of the adult men of the Monton Division, two hundred miles south of this place, died in the battle today. Yunzhong opened his eyes slightly, "This tribe won't exist for long. "In the Murwe steppe, the weak tribes are like lambs surrounded by wolves, and the only end is to be devoured.

The clouds don't stop.

"Soldiers, Soldiers, Fighters, Fighters, Soldiers, Soldiers, T

More than a dozen transparent ghosts seemed to float in front of him involuntarily, writhing and struggling, making a wail that was inaudible to human ears, turning into points of light and being refined in the clouds.

When he was drinking at night, Yunzhong found that there were many unjust souls wandering around here, and now they have all been disposed of.

Most of them were Murwei people, but there were also Rakshasas and big merchants, and some were killed in the tribal fires, but most of them were tortured captives, and after being tortured, their heads were cut off, and their internal organs were dug up and sacrificed to Tengri, and their resentment was very deep.

The Duke tribe, who warmly received them, was also a typical steppe tribe, usually hospitable, and when a prey appeared, it turned into a fierce ringing horse, crossing the border to attack unsuspecting villages, and roaming the steppe to intercept and kill passing merchants. It's not that they are evil by nature, it's that a life of starvation persecuts them at any time. Tengger is a bloodthirsty white wolf, and he can't give his people a worry-free life like the emperors of the Central Plains. In order to strengthen the survival ability of the tribe and reduce the possibility of being bullied by other tribes, people value the young and strong, and attach importance to childbearing, and the population growth further increases the pressure on survival, and finally all tribes choose a survival mode that combines peaceful development and violent plunder.

But all that has changed in the last two decades.

A medium-sized tribe called Bojin produced a great Khan named Temujin, who attached great importance to agricultural production and drove a large number of slaves to open up barren land so that the herdsmen could barely survive in the harsh famine years; he valued commerce and established a magnificent deer city on the main transportation routes, which became the largest distribution center for the caravans of Mobei and brought a stable source of wealth to the Bojin tribes; he reorganized the scattered tribal army into a disciplined legion, led by experienced centurions and thousands, and he made the tribes who were subordinate to him and handed over all the noble children to him to form the Khan's Guard, which on the one hand controlled these tribes as hostagesOn the one hand, to give hope to these tribes, because almost all the high-ranking officials will be promoted from these khans' guards.

The well-trained and professional Bojin army swept through the Murwe steppes, where at least half of the tribes had submitted to Temujin and the remaining half were waiting to be conquered.

For the first time in thousands of years, the inhabitants of the grassland have the hope of worrying about food and clothing, and the god-like khan will lead them to build this grassland into a beautiful home.

"Not surprisingly, within a few years, Temujin will be able to unify Murowei and build a prosperous and powerful new state. "Then, the population of Murowei will grow geometrically, quickly crushing the economic foundations of the new empire established by Temujin, and the millions of well-trained Bojin cavalry will have to show their scimitars to the Great Shang and the Tang Dynasty, sweeping the entire Eastern world." ”

If the world is unified by the Great Shang or the Great Xia, there will be a short period of peace and prosperity, but if it is unified by the Murwei, the bloodthirsty white wolf will turn this world into hell.

"Temujin, you must die. ”