"In the scriptures of our Donghu ascetic monks, the Buddha descended the great demon, and the demon king sprinkled white bones into soldiers, killing them inexhaustibly. The old monk of Donghu had been perceiving the lifeless and stiff grandmaster who was sitting on the ground, and at this time he sensed it clearly, and couldn't help but look at Ding Ning and the black-robed young man and said: "I only thought it was ethereal and deliberately exaggerated the supernatural statement, but now it seems that the means of this Thousand Tombs Mountain are indeed the case." Given enough time, he could even build an army. In this way, I did think narrowly, and I used to sit too far and watch the sky. ”

Ding Ning nodded and said, "Changling's cultivation classics also have the means of sprinkling beans into soldiers, for most cultivators, it is naturally a mythical story without any basis, but in some classics, it is also specifically mentioned that that method is to use an overseas kind of iron bean wood beans." I think it's that kind of bean is special, and it can carry the natal vitality of some cultivators. ”

"How can you believe such things unless you see them with your own eyes? ”

The more he thought about it, the more incredible he felt, and he even felt a slight chill in his heart.

The cultivation method of this Yin God and Ghost Thing Dao is indeed too weird, at that time, Yan Ying above the Lushan Alliance had already shocked the four masters, and then he directly made his disciple into a Seven Realms Grandmaster in one step, and perfectly carried his natal vitality, which was a means to defy the sky.

Now, although this Thousand Tombs has been confined to the Seven Realms for the rest of his cultivation life, and he can no longer contact more cultivation worlds, this method seems to be the most suitable for him by nature. This is because for other practitioners, the natal energy must not be wasted, and the continuous accumulation of natal energy in the body and the concentration on cultivating a certain natal object is itself a process of accumulation and realization from the seven realms to the eight realms. However, for the Thousand Tombs, it is useless to constantly accumulate natal energy, and it can never cause qualitative changes, but the natal energy generated in daily practice can be continuously injected into external objects, that is, the remains of such grandmasters and other cultivators are constantly refined into driveable objects.

When a cultivator of the level of the Tantai Guan Sword has long been unable to feel that this method is against the scriptures, the zombie-like grandmaster at this moment is just a weapon in his eyes. But this method itself is too amazing, even if the natal vitality of this thousand tombs is naturally inexhaustible, but as long as he is not killed, the natal vitality obtained from every period of cultivation can create such a weapon, which is really the same as what the old monk of Donghu said, slowly accumulated, he can really create an army.

This kind of thing, which is called a yin god and ghost thing in the cultivator's world, of course, cannot be the same as a real creature when facing the enemy, at most it can only accept his killing intent, and it is relatively wooden to the enemy, but even if it is only the power of four or five realms, the number is extremely terrifying.

What's even more terrifying is that this kind of yin god and ghost creature has no fear and pain, and it can still fight even if it suffers heavy losses.

"If we can get out alive, I'm afraid that just the two of you can help him will be enough to compete with Yuan Wu for the world. Zhantai Guanjian looked at the black-robed young man who claimed to be a thousand tombs and was like the little boy next door in the ordinary streets and alleys, and finally couldn't help but say such a sentence.

Ding Ning smiled.

But the emotions in his eyes were mixed.

Because this assumption is always based on the premise that they can get out alive.

The most important thing is that the friends around him are actually very strong all the time.

In the era of Bashan Sword Field, in anyone's opinion, just having those two or three people standing with him was enough to conquer the world.

However, the enemy is also very powerful, and the enemy also has many unexpected means.

Just like now, the shadows of a thousand mountains outside his body overlapped in his eyes, layers of haze.

The facts that really lived it taught him that the final victory was not in who had terrible weapons, but in who had more terrible weapons.

"Zheng Sleeve learned a lot from us, and there are some things that we have to learn from her. Never expose all your means to the enemy. Ding Ning turned his head and glanced at the sword of the Tai Guanjian, and said, "If we can get out alive, it is better not to let Zheng Sleeve and Yuan Wu know about such a method." ”

Zhantai Guanjian nodded.

Before he nodded, a cold qi had already precipitated from the body of the Thousand Tombs, and the "Grandmaster" who had been sitting stiffly had already fallen backwards again, and his body quickly festered, turning into black water and seeping into the ground.

No one has any objections.

If such an army is truly devastating in the future, then it is best not to let the existence of Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve know until such an army can be formed.

......

Thousands of dust mountains stubbornly stand firmly, and there are many mottled shadows in the seemingly static dust mountains, and these mottled shadows fall strange shadows, sometimes floating on their bodies.

The sky is getting brighter, and the night is getting by.

Night is always associated with death, making people feel unsafe, but in fact, it always affects people's emotions.

Waiting for the unknown is the most helpless and anxious.

When the first rays of sunlight fell from the sky, but even Ding Ning and the others in the thousands of dust mountains couldn't judge where the sunlight was shining from, Fu Su woke up.

In the early morning sun, he could clearly see the cold and modest side face of the Zhantai Guanjian.

"Why?"

He felt an inexplicable pain, not because of his physical injuries, but from his heart. He couldn't help but look at the sword and make such a sound.

"In everything you do, you have to follow the truest feelings in your heart. ”

Yutai Guan Jian understood what he meant, and said seriously: "This is the first truth he told me when I really entered the Minshan Sword Sect and received the inheritance of my master. ”

Then he raised his head and added, "The existence of any sect does not lie in the formal mountain gate, but in the principle of persistence. ”

"So can you even risk the complete destruction of the entire Great Qin Dynasty and the Minshan Sword Sect and pay such a price?" Fu Su looked at the face of the sword in the sun, and such a voice sounded in his heart, but he was speechless.

"It is not said that the sect must serve the dynasty, and the various cultivators gathered in the cultivation ground all have different pursuits. But he could know what he was thinking at the moment, and said slowly: "It's just that you have been in such a position since you were a child, so you have been controlled by others in your heart, and you take all this for granted." What about yourself, you always listen to your parents, but have you ever considered your own truest feelings?"

Fusu was speechless.

He didn't know how to answer the question, and his heart didn't know how to answer it.

"Here we go. ”

It was at this time that Ding Ning's voice suddenly sounded.

The sword of the Taiguan sword Huo Ran raised his head.

The eldest grandson Qianxue and the old monk Donghu, who had been breathing, also opened their eyes and raised their heads.

Thousand Tombs naturally shrank his body, and the black robe outside him rippled upwards like a pool of black stagnant water, covering his entire body.

Because at this time, there is his most fearful breath in the sky.

It was only early in the morning, but in the time of a few breaths, the sky brightened dramatically.

The sunlight condensed into bundles, countless times more dazzling than the usual midday sun.

In such a sky, higher up, countless pale lines of fire floated down.

The pale lines of fire and the bright and dazzling sunlight quickly merged, constantly converging in the air.

"I see. ”

The face of the sword became extremely solemn in an instant.

This is the combination of the Starfire and the Sun True Fire, and the two Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi with completely different properties are forcibly fused together by two powerful Qi machines.

The world has its own Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve to do this.

When it was silent in the middle of the night, the beginning of another killing machine, no one thought that it would be the joint efforts of Yuan Wu and Zheng Sleeve.

(I couldn't update it yesterday because there were guests to entertain during the day, and at night it was the joy of the housewarming of the fate family, and then I drove Uncle Ao, who was almost drunk, home, and it was already past eleven o'clock when I got home, how to say these reasons... Writing books has always been a good one, but if you have to constantly explain to some book friends why you don't have time, it's too much of a psychological burden. In fact, I have always had a strong self-discipline, and I will definitely sit down and write when I have time, so I still have to argue that I am never lazy. And I don't write much, and I have a lot of mental burden. Preferably, I hope that the majority of our readership will be patient and considerate. )