For some reason, perhaps because the perception became more powerful with the continuous improvement of the realm, Lin Yi felt the desire of the original Daoist to make a move at this time, and also felt the feeling of the original Daoist forcibly holding down his own strength.

He understood the thoughts and intentions of the original people.

He laughed.

He laughed in the midst of his retreat.

He had already tried the terrifying power of Divine Thought more than once, to be precise, Xi Ruyu and Xi Ruyu's military advisor, especially Xi Ruyu's military advisor's strength, had brought him extremely close to death.

It's just that since even Xi Ruyu's military advisor can't kill him, now that this Divine Mind Realm cultivator is separated by the residual strength of such a distance, there is no possibility of killing him at all.

But the other party is the real god realm.

Everyone in this Northern Wei army knew that person was a god.

Therefore, at this time, he felt that the choice of this Divine Mind Realm cultivator of the Northern Wei Dynasty was very wrong, and this Northern Wei army, even if it was the elite army of the 30,000 White Bone Army later, would be demoralized to a deeper valley because of the wrong choice of this Divine Mind Realm cultivator.

He laughed and then roared.

At the moment of the roar, he slammed the heart of the Zhenhe Tower into the ground at his side, and then he crossed his arms in front of him!

He didn't use any weapons, just crossed his arms in front of him, and used his body to meet the oncoming mud dragon!

There was a loud bang.

Countless waves of mud splashed out like a waterfall.

An incomparably large flower bloomed in front of him.

His entire body was flapped backwards by the majestic force, and his back slammed against a wall before he stopped.

He started coughing, coughing up some blood.

A large stream of mud flowed down from front of him.

At the same time, the entire mud bridge has completely collapsed, and large clumps of silt are churning in the water, and countless ink lotus are opening in the water.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yi's body.

For some reason, when all the Southern Dynasty soldiers in Zhongli City heard Lin Yi's cough, they didn't have the slightest feeling of shock in their hearts, they seemed to have gotten used to it, and they seemed to have an intuition that Lin Yi would continue to stand there and continue to fight.

On the shore of Jiang Xinzhou, the cultivator who had exhausted all the true yuan slumped down in the mudflat, muddy water splashing everywhere, and he was covered in mud.

All the Northern Wei people who could see the Zhongli city wall stretched their necks, and their breathing all stopped in an instant.

This should be a very solemn moment.

However, no one expected that for Lin Yi, everything seemed very ordinary.

Lin Yi turned into a clay figure.

Many of these muds are silt from the depths of the river, mixed with the bloody things produced by countless battles, and naturally have an abnormal stench.

So Lin Yi naturally walked forward, he walked to the water's edge, only to find that the mud and countless broken floating objects in the water were tumbling endlessly, like a mess of porridge, which was even more disgusting than his body at this time.

"Water!

So he raised his head and shouted towards the top of the wall.

His clear voice sounded on the murky river, causing a cold wind to rise on Jiangxinzhou and the north bank.

The people in the Sword Pavilion on the city wall have already shown countless miracles, so why is it difficult for him to ask for some clear water at this time.

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of rushing water sounded.

Several large vats of water were washed down directly from the top of the city wall.

Ordinary clear water sprinkled from high in the sky must be scattered, but the clear water that fell from the people in the Sword Pavilion was like a crystal icicle, washing on Lin Yi's body with the power of true yuan.

Even the filth in the cracks of his clothes was removed with the vibration of the true yuan, and it was washed away by the water.

The black man turned white in the sun.

It's like a lotus root stained with silt, which has been washed away in an instant, and it is so white that the eyes of the Northern Wei people on the opposite side are a little stinging.

The body is instantly clean and refreshing, as if you have just taken a bath.

It's just that Lin Yi still feels that it is not enough.

There is a lot of water in his iron boots, which are not breathable and do not leak, so they are naturally uncomfortable.

So he casually picked up a piece of armor that was heavily armored by the snake, and sat down like a stool.

He took off his iron boots.

Looking at his feet that were soaked and a little white and wrinkled, he felt a little distressed.

"I want water!"

He shouted again.

A clear water is like a clear spring waterfall, gently washed down, Lin Yi stretched out his feet, washed it clean, and then washed the pair of boots in his hand.

"Better have some more to eat. ”

There was a request from above, and a marching iron pot floated down and landed at his side.

At this point he is truly responsive.

Because for all the Southern Dynasty soldiers in the entire Zhongli City, let alone some water and food, even if he asked for their heads, they would not hesitate to cut off their heads and hand them over to him.

There was a warm aroma in the marching iron pot.

He just smelled the aroma and knew that it was Bai Yuelu's cooked marching rations.

He took a big gulp.

Warm air flows into the abdomen.

The True Element that the Divine Mind Realm cultivator rushed into his body rattled in his flesh wounds, and then turned into the air currents and vitality that he was familiar with.

Looking at Jiang Xinzhou and the north bank that had fallen silent again, looking at the figures of many trembling Northern Wei soldiers, and then feeling the city behind him.

He couldn't be more satisfied.

"Can you still fight?"

He shouted!

"Poof!"

The Northern Wei Dynasty's Divine Mind Realm cultivator was in a turbulent mood, his meridians broke inch by inch, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Before Lin Yi's shout sounded, Yang Yan's hand was raised slightly, but when the blood from the mouth of this Northern Wei Divine Mind Realm cultivator spurted wildly, his hand fell lightly again and landed on the chariot.

He fell silent, did not issue any new orders, his eyes drooping slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

.......

In the depths of the army, a general of the White Bone Army came to the carriage that was in the shadows behind an ordnance.

The general of the White Bone Army bowed to the cultivator in the carriage wearing a black robe and wearing a strange bird-like iron helmet, and said in a slightly cold voice: "Master, you should also be very clear about the battle situation at this time, in the eyes of any of our generals, the best way to solve the previous predicament is to have a cultivator who can directly kill the sub-saint in the Sword Pavilion. As long as we can kill that Yasheng, this young general of the Southern Dynasty, we can rely on a few Divine Mind cultivators to kill him. But if we can't kill that Yasheng, we can't afford to wear it out... And the only one who can deal with this sub-saint is probably the Lord of the Demon Sect. ”

"I see what you mean. ”

The Demon Sect member in the carriage smiled slightly, "Do you think that if you let the Demon Sect Master deal with this person, everything will be solved... In terms of distance, it is indeed possible for Lord Demon Sect to catch up, but you should understand that no one can order Lord Demon Sect to do anything unless Lord Demon Sect himself is willing. ”