Lin Yi kept coughing up blood.

He seemed to cough up all the blood in his body.

The hot and scarlet blood was even mixed with scraps of flesh.

But then he suddenly laughed.

He couldn't help but want to laugh.

He laughed wildly.

Blood was still pouring out of his mouth, and he laughed like a madman.

His laughter was even more harsh than his coughing, and those Northern Wei soldiers on Jiang Xinzhou and the north bank were inexplicably more frightened when they heard such laughter.

They didn't know what Lin Yi was laughing at.

Lin Yi smiled because he really couldn't die, and his physical condition at this time really confirmed his previous conjecture.

The inner pill in his dantian was constantly disintegrating.

The shock caused by each disintegration made his body feel like it was exploding, but the hot air flow generated by the disintegration of that inner pill was incomparably thick in his perception at this time, like the concentration of countless blood.

There was a tumbling spirit in his body.

He kept coughing up blood, but more blood was being produced in his body.

This kind of shock was even like a complete exchange of blood, washing his body again, washing the depths of his body that he had not been able to sharpen his previous cultivation on, and even his old blood was washing and replacing it.

Although the injuries in his body were extremely heavy, they did not deteriorate under such a wash, but improved at an alarming rate.

Wouldn't it be nice to raid and kill the enemy's main general in the midst of thousands of troops, and just solve the hidden danger of cultivation, and it is more likely to climb the peak again!

He smiled arrogantly, and the pill in his body that was devouring his qi and blood all the time began to completely dissolve at this time, just like a huge tumor in his body was cut off in an instant, and he was extremely relaxed.

At this time, Jian Wenhou, who was sweeping back to Zhongli City Wall with him, sensed that his aura was extremely strong, and he was shocked and relieved.

"What did He Xiu teach you?"

He couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, but when his feet landed on the city wall, his body shook slightly, shook his head again, and said, "He Xiu himself can't have such a powerful technique, otherwise he would have already defeated Shen Yue in the past ten years." ”

"It's not just He Xiu, Shen Yue has also taught me. It's just that the Dajura Exercises I practiced were only speculations from Shen Yue and me. ”

Lin Yi was still coughing up blood, and when he turned his head to look at Jian Wenhou, he couldn't laugh.

Jian Wenhou's face darkened.

It's not the darkness of anxiety and anger, but the real blackness under the skin, as if dyed by the night.

The end of a person's life.

He knew very well that although Jian Wenhou was outrageously powerful on this battlefield, Jian Wenhou was too old, and many of his physical functions were maintained by the True Yuan Circulation. To put it simply, a person as old as him would have died of old age long ago.

It is his cultivation, and it is his true yuan that is hanging his life.

The large consumption of True Yuan was burning the rest of his lifespan at a rapid pace for Jian Wenhou.

"Even Shen Yue has taught you, I'm really surprised. ”

Jian Wenhou gently put Lin Yi down, his pupils were full of shock and emotion.

He thought about it for a while, and made sure that it wasn't that he was too old to forget things, but that he really hadn't heard of this exercise.

So he couldn't help but ask softly, "Da Kuluo, what kind of exercise is it?"

"It is a practice of sanctification of the flesh, which does not need to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine it into true yuan, but through the qi of the five grains to strengthen the qi and blood. The power is powerful, and the recovery is amazing. Lin Yi said as simply as possible.

Jian Wenhou was not an ordinary cultivator after all, he thought about it seriously, and sighed softly in the next breath: "The Qi of the Five Grains is also another form of Heaven and Earth Aura... The ancestors of human beings took the sky as the quilt and the earth as the bed, and in the midst of the struggle to survive, they gradually took grains as their staple food, which really makes sense. Therefore, when later generations saw the power of absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, all cultivators only took this way... Thinking about it this way, there should be many kinds of so-called heaven and earth aura, one of the heaven and earth aura that our ordinary cultivators condense the true element, one kind of heaven and earth aura that you have and one kind of qi that is the qi of the five grains, and there may be many other kinds, but there are not so many talented people to study it further. ”

Different realms lead to different perceptions.

Lin Yi used to talk about the problem of cultivation with Qi Zhuji, Bai Yuelu and others, and it was more about mutual confusion, doubting the feasibility of cultivating this kind of exercise to a high depth, but now Lin Yi listened to Jian Wenhou's words, and understood that Jian Wenhou's views were completely different from theirs, and Jian Wenhou didn't want to be impossible, but felt that there were countless possibilities.

There are many ways to get to the heights, but most people are reluctant to find another way to find a hidden path.

Lin Yilian coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

He was finally able to breathe whole.

He greedily took a breath of fresh air, and although the pain between his chest and abdomen was still cracking, he felt that his heart seemed to be more open.

"How many more cultivators of the Divine Mind Realm can you kill?"

He looked at Jian Wenhou and asked softly.

"Up to two. ”

Jian Wenhou also said very simply and simply.

Then he paused, frowned, thought about it seriously, and said, "I will die here of old age, if you can live, I think you don't want to trouble the Bi family of Pingmanjun in the future, after all, they are kind to me." ”

"I see. ”

Lin Yi nodded with some difficulty.

When Jian Wenhou had the True Yuan, there should be no one here who could kill him, and after his True Yuan was exhausted, he should have died, so he said that he would die of old age here.

This should be regarded as Jian Wenhou's deathbed request.

"No matter how special a coalition army like this is, there are only five or six Divine Thought Realm cultivators at most, the number of Divine Thought Realm cultivators in the Northern Wei Dynasty has been less than our Southern Dynasty before this, and I have just killed two of them, plus one of them was killed by you. As long as I don't make a move here, I'm afraid that no Divine Mind Realm cultivator will dare to enter the city for a while. ”

Jian Wenhou looked at Jiang Xinzhou and the Northern Wei army on the north bank, and sneered slightly: "Otherwise, if I kill one or two more, they will not have the confidence to face Wei Rui's army at all." ”

"It's just that more cultivators are afraid that they will sneak into the city in the same way as they crossed the river before. ”

Jian Wenhou took a deep breath and looked at Lin Yi, "I want to know how long you will have the strength to fight again, if you can't fight again, I think the best choice is for me to take you and those two formation masters away, and meet the Sword Pavilion again." ”

Lin Yi thought about it.

"Diesel salt!"

Then he shouted hard.

His voice was loud at this point.

When his voice sounded and spread far away on the river, many Northern Wei soldiers felt a chill in their hearts.

Jian Wenhou knew that he was shouting the palace worship, but he didn't understand what Lin Yi meant at this time.

"Your true yuan can't be wasted, I'll let him take me first. ”

Lin Yi looked at him and said softly: "Let him take me directly to find Rong Yi and Li Moxiao, Qi Zhuji and them." I'm leaving, and we're going together, and if he finds them with me, and I'll have a long time before I fight, then we'll break out as much as we can. If I'm able to fight by then, I'll see what happens. My sword has been lost in their array, this Zhenhe iron heart, you help me watch it first. ”

Jian Wenhou knew that Lin Yi was not a pedantic person, he looked at the iron heart of Zhenhe not far in front of him, and nodded.