On the official road, the nameless array recovered, interweaving the dragon text that overwhelmed a state, the dragon spirit of the emperor, and the demon of a chopping word.

In the big array that almost enveloped the entire Zhongzhou, Wang Qingyuan stepped into the murderous array, feeling the edge of the sword, there is no doubt that this is an unknown amazing sword array, with the dragon qi of the emperor as the guide, highlighting the majesty of the human emperor.

The palm-sized Chaos Furnace swirled and rose in Wang Qingyuan's hands, and a steady stream of demon clans were collected, refined, and turned into drops of pure Yuan Qi liquid.

Five monsters can refine one drop of Yuan Qi liquid, while an ordinary demon soldier can refine two drops of Yuan Qi liquid, the minor commander level can refine five drops, and the demon spirit level can refine twenty drops.

A large amount of Yuan Qi liquid was refined, Wang Qingyuan's eyes were bright, and he stepped between the demons, at this time, some monsters had already begun to be strangled by the invisible edge and become powder.

Wang Qingyuan noticed that as he continued to refine the demon clan, ordinary demons could make Qin Tianjian order to give birth to a piece of golden scales, and the demon soldiers were one hundred, the small commander level was one thousand, and the demon spirit level was ten thousand. This also explains why his previous Qintian Prison Order would inexplicably give birth to more than 30,000 pieces of golden scales.

Walking back along the road from which the ancient town came, Wang Qingyuan tried his best to refine the demons, but it was not as fast as the strangulation of the large array.

Of the nearly 10,000 demon masters, there were only more than 2,000 who were finally refined by him, including more than 80 ordinary demon soldiers, 16 small commanders, and 5 demon spirits.

His mind sank into the chaotic furnace, and Wang Qingyuan looked at the ten zhang void in the void, a ball of pure white and flawless vitality liquid, with nearly eight hundred drops, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Although this time there were variables in the end, and it failed to really force out the limit and break the shackles of the tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong", these nearly 800 drops of Yuan Qi liquid, even more than 20,000 taels of snow silver, may not be exchanged. It contains extremely pure vitality, full of vitality, which may not be as good as the ancestral energy of heaven and earth or the vitality of life, but it is not much different.

At least in Wang Qingyuan's opinion. He continued to absorb the ancestral qi of heaven and earth, even for a whole year, it was impossible to gather enough eight hundred drops of Yuan Qi liquid.

Moreover, the ancestral qi of heaven and earth and the vitality of life are extremely condensed, and it is difficult to preserve, if they are not absorbed in time. It will return to the depths of the void, or steam between heaven and earth.

The ancient town of Yuhua became quiet, and a flock of birds on the magpie lake crawled on the sand, and did not dare to spread their wings again until the light faded.

Wang Qingyuan walked on the familiar Mashi Street, and saw that the corner of the street was stained with blood, which was a big businessman who had been lucky and hid and never left, and now only the corpses and bones remain. Life is gone.

This is greed.

Wang Qingyuan sighed in his heart, there are all kinds of beings, and everyone has to pay the price for their choices.

Buzhen Division.

On the ruins, except for the broken Qingyu official seal, Wang Qingyuan could no longer see the so-called Boundary Breaking Great Array, as well as the Heavenly Demon Road that had been opened, the void was not wavering, and even a trace of demonic energy disappeared. The sky is blue, and there is only a round of the sun hanging in the air, sprinkled with a little golden mang.

With a sigh, Wang Qingyuan walked all over the ancient town, gathered the corpses and broken bones all over the ground on the bank of Magpie Lake, and took a wine jar. The flame fell, burned to ashes, and was put into the jar.

Boom!

The wine jar was sealed, and then it was thrown into the green lake by Wang Qingyuan in the air, and a handful of paper money was scattered on the lake, and Wang Qingyuan just wanted to turn around. His mental power jumped, and he saw that on the sand in the lake, some of the originally frightened magpies fluttered their wings and flew up, and they fell in front of him one by one, and they were not afraid of people, and hundreds of them fell in an instant.

With a flash of glint in his eyes, Wang Qingyuan saw the hundreds of magpies nodding at him, and blood and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"Possessed and reinstated?"

Wang Qingyuan muttered, his mental power is keen, he has a faint insight into the truth and reality, and the broken bones of the corpses that have just been gathered, although many of them are no longer recognizable, they are almost hundreds.

And as these hundreds of magpies nodded towards him as if bowing, in the dark, Wang Qingyuan felt that there seemed to be something more in the ancestral court, but his mind fell into the sea of knowledge, but nothing appeared, but he felt that his spiritual power was a little more mellow than in the past, and he also had a little more understanding when interfering in the present world.

Sudden harvest, Wang Qingyuan pondered for a moment, and then showed a thoughtful look, and at this time, hundreds of magpies fluttered their wings and flew, and there was still a little blood and tears in the corners of their eyes.

"If the obsession does not disappear, the spiritual thoughts of ordinary people can also exist in heaven and earth. ”

In the haze, Wang Qingyuan had a glimmer of light in front of his eyes, and on the tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong", he had some vague thoughts in his heart, but it was still just a mirror, and he needed to understand it carefully and keep trying before he could finally set the way forward.

Half an hour later.

On the official road, tens of thousands of townspeople have migrated and left Yuhua Ancient Town for dozens of miles.

Compared with the previous panic, now it is much calmer, orderly, and there is no push and trampling.

The seven disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect were stained with blood, but at this time, they didn't see half a smile, but their eyes were heavy, the seven people didn't know much, but now they have a thorough insight into the truth and reality, although they can't agree, but they have sealed a heavenly demon road that may exist, which is immeasurable merit.

It's just that a back image appeared in the minds of the seven people almost at the same time, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, one holding a knife, standing alone, facing ten thousand demons, trying to kill a way out for the livelihood of tens of thousands of townspeople.

The great array revived and slumbered, and the Xuanyuan sword light illuminated the land of a state, and under such a majestic qi, it was difficult to distinguish between the enemy and us......

The seven people were silent, the abrupt crowd was a little commotion, and the seven people raised their eyebrows, and they felt it and turned back suddenly.

I saw that under the sunset, a dark blue robe came from the end of the official road, his body was stained with blood, the remnant sun was like fire, and the shadow was very long.

In front of the migration procession, Wang Qingyuan and the seven people looked at each other, and several disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect had gloomy eyes, but they were frank and open.

After a few breaths, Wang Qingyuan nodded towards the seven people, then raised his feet and took a step, and after a while, he returned to the place of the dragon's head.

On the carriage, the curtain had already been lifted, and the little girl waved her little hand vigorously towards Wang Qingyuan from a distance, and her immature and smooth little face was full of tears, and she couldn't stop it.

"It's good to be back...... Just come back. ”

Grandma and mother trembled and stretched out their hands after Wang Qingyuan boarded the carriage, and each grabbed Wang Qingyuan's palm one by one, and the two of them squeezed it very tightly.

The father was silent at first, and when he came back to his senses, he reached out and gently patted Wang Qingyuan on the shoulder three times, and muttered, "Good, good, good!"

......

The sun sets, and the moon rises in the east.

On the city wall of Yicheng, General Dawei from the four products did not untie his armor, stood on the head of the city, looked into the distance, and stood side by side with him, who is now the strongest person in the Zhongzhou Inspection Division, the master of Mingyang.

This Mingyang master has an extraordinary background, and he is also unparalleled in wisdom, but this Dawei general stationed in Zhongzhou always can't get close.

"Tell the two lords that when the migration procession of Humen Town arrived at the city gate, the household department recorded that there were 69,800 townspeople, but the actual number was 51,600. "There are soldiers on the wall, and the survivors have been counted.

From the bearded general of the fourth grade, there are nearly 18,000 people, except for the daily caravans, about 7,000 people, that is to say, this Humen Town lost more than 11,000 people on the way to migration.

More than 11,000 people!

It is not the soldiers who are shrouded in horse leather on the battlefield, which is called heroic, but more than 11,000 ordinary people, who can only be called miserable, and this powerful general of the Mixed Yuan Void Underworld Realm can't help but feel a little sad in his heart.

This is not the frontier of the East China Sea, it is unimaginable, how tragic the frontier is, resisting overseas demon masters every day, how many Terran soldiers are buried in other places, and there are no bones.

Not long after, there was an alternate inspector from the inspection department who climbed the city tower to meet the lupine scarf, the light-hearted Mingyang master, and went to Humen Town, and the eight inspectors who supported the migration of the townspeople all the way, only four remained.

didn't look back, the Mingyang master just said lightly: "Thick burial, a thousand taels of snow silver." ”

The alternate inspector stepped down, and the Mingyang Division Master turned around, looked at General Dawei beside him, and said, "Does the general feel that Mingyang is unkind." ”

The bearded Dawei General was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice: "Not bad!"

"So what?" the Mingyang Division Master sighed, he turned his head and pointed to the dense civilian figures under Yicheng, and said, "Today they can stand here, they can still live, how many soldiers are lying in wait on the frontier, and the bones are unknown, if the master of this division has a little mercy today, after tomorrow, it will not only change from 69,800 to 51,600, it may be 31,600, it may be 21,600, or even no one." ”

General Dawei, who was dressed in armor, took a deep breath when he heard this, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

Yichengxia.

From the four-rank Dawei general fell to the earth, smashing out a large pit as deep as a foot, without using the slightest bit of vitality, showing a solid and amazing physique.

Many patrol envoys and the people of the town and county saw this scene, and they were a little frightened, the land of a state, this is the general Dawei who is in charge of the tiger talisman in the garrison, from the fourth grade, only one order lower than the four grades of the first state thorn history and the Kyushu inspection division.

"Luo Xiang, Fang Yan, Ma Lin, you boys get out of here!"

This mighty general raised his voice, and many people and inspectors were speechless, this general is really rough.

The blue glow of the tight armor in the moonlight and the lit torches gave it a dreamlike magnificence.

In the next corner of the city, the seven disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect were shocked when they heard this, and soon they saw the burly general, dressed in lotus-patterned armor, walking in a tiger's step, followed by a dozen soldiers, all holding wine jars the size of human heads.

"General!"

Seven people were busy saluting, this Dawei general from the fourth grade is not only the controller of the tiger talisman of the Zhongzhou garrison, but also a Venerable of the Mixed Yuan Void Underworld, it is rumored that he is practicing physical cultivation, practicing the Taoist "Yuqing Taoist Body", which has been lost for nearly a thousand years The top Taoist physical exercises, the physical body is strong, it is an ordinary Taoist soldier, and it can also be directly attacked.

"Okay! You don't die! This jar of wine toasts you, and Lao Tzu asks for merit for you!"

As soon as the bearded general waved his hand, several soldiers threw out the wine jar in their hands and fell into the hands of seven people.

The seven disciples of the Heaven Locking Sword Sect glanced at each other, then shook their heads with a wry smile, and one of them spoke: "The Great General misunderstood, this migration is not the work of our peers, it is all thanks to the disciples of Xuantian Dao Ziwei Peak, and the alternate patrol envoy Wang Qingyuan, he is alone against nearly 10,000 demon masters, and we can barely support the recovery of the sword light in the big array." ”