Ever since he stepped down the barren mountain, Yougen has been practicing alone.

Liu Heng taught Yougen the magic power to kill the enemy, but he couldn't help Yougen cultivate his Dao heart.

Liu Heng's cultivation is no longer as good as having roots.

And the Dao Heart with roots, without the two of them noticing, drove into a dead end alone.

He relied on the Jin Cangang Yuan that he had cultivated in the dantian, and he was already able to compete with the cultivators who had attained the Dao.

But he still hasn't entered the Tao yet.

His heart was already full of killing and cruelty.

Because, he clearly remembered, the first time he picked up the handle of a knife and cut off a human head.

The coldness that permeated the spine, and the nausea that was about to gag.

There is also unspeakable excitement, and uncontrollable bloodlust.

And, ensuingly, on the battlefield, endless killing.

It doesn't matter if it's a strategy, or if it's a soldier.

For a year, before I knew it, my hands were already covered with blood.

Once it will be successful, all bones will be withered.

The heart with roots also gradually changed coldly and decisively with the killing on the battlefield.

Therefore, such a result is caused by the root itself.

But it wasn't what he wanted.

However, whether it is cold or benevolent, if the Dao heart is determined, the Dao foundation will not move.

If the Dao heart is unstable, the Dao base will be stained with red dust.

It was supposed to be persuasion, but it turned out to be self-defeating.

In fact, it was just an unintentional mistake.

Liu Heng stretched out his hands in horror and leaned over to wrap around his rooted arms.

"What's wrong?!!"

"What the hell is going on!?

Liu Heng hugged Yougen in his arms and looked down at Yougen's gradually pale face.

His eyes were overflowing with panic and panic.

His voice was full of trembling and eagerness.

"Huh?"

His face turned pale, and he slowly squinted his eyes.

Ice-cold water. It drips on the face, there is a root but not the slightest feeling.

The numb body is constantly transmitted with weakness and powerlessness.

Yougen's heart was full of pain, but his face showed doubt.

He was weak and whispered, "Yes, what's wrong with me?"

"I'm so sad. ”

"It doesn't feel good. ”

Yougen swallowed his saliva, turned his stiff neck with difficulty, and squinted at the anxiety on Liu Heng's face.

"I'm so sleepy. ”

"I went to sleep first. ”

After Yougen finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fainted directly.

Two days later. Noon.

Lying in the tent was a root, and he woke up from the haystack.

His nose moved slightly, and he smelled the aroma of corn soup in the rain.

The displaced people in the station have already started cooking.

There was a contraction of the abdomen, and there was a "gurgling" sound.

He rolled over and sat down on the haystack.

He was a little hungry, but instead of looking for food, he closed his eyes and began to look inside his body.

He searched the blood vessels and organs in his torso. In the end, the divine consciousness sank into the dantian.

However, it was found that the cones formed by the cones emitted by the concentrated gas particles had not changed in the slightest from the spherical qi sea that had returned to the size of ping-pong between the cones.

Arigen opened his eyes. He pouted uneasily.

He stood up and walked to the door of the tent.

Stretching out his hand to lift the curtain of the tent, Yougen waved his hand to stop Sergeant Liu, who was guarding outside the tent door and was about to salute him with his fists. He looked out of the tent.

The station in the rain, the scene is misty and blurry.

There is a feeling in the heart, and the imperial envoy Gangyuan. Gather in both eyes.

Most of those who remained at the station, both old and able, had been wounded.

The people lacked herbs, so they had to boil the bitter gray-black bark to eliminate the inflammation.

And with the boiled bark broth, the wound that has been picked through the pustule is cleaned.

Whether it was boiling the bark of a tree or placing the embankment stones in the middle of the lake, Yougen had only dictated it to the representatives of the displaced people.

But people are really adaptable, and people can always learn quickly.

The occasional moaning of the wounded, along with the sound of the rain, echoed in the air, making the people's station particularly noisy.

Lower the curtain that covers the door and step out into the rain.

Yougen put his hands behind his back, gathered the vitality in his eyes, and closed his eyes.

Let the rain like hair soak through the moon-white thin shirt covering the body.

Let the cold water flow over the scarred face.

Yougen, who was draped in hair, stood still for a moment before raising his head slightly.

"Whew~. ”

Yougen opened his mouth and exhaled slowly.

When he finishes spitting, he opens his eyes.

As soon as his mind moved, the Gang Yuan in his body immediately began to circulate.

The faint golden mangs were the first to exude a rooted body.

Arigen lifted his right leg and stepped forward.

As soon as the soles of his feet hit the ground, he took the opportunity to leap into the sky.

The body protector Yuan Gang floated on his body, and ten thousand golden rays of light scattered in the rain, and then condensed in the next moment.

"Whew!"

Yougen turned into a beam of golden light, quickly passed through the dense rain curtain, and stopped again when it jumped to a height of twenty meters.

He stood still in mid-air, the golden light surrounding his body.

"Bang!"

The golden fire burned on the body of the root.

The golden flame burned in the continuous rain.

He stopped in the rain and looked at the lake not far away with his eyes haunted by golden flames.

The lake was connected to the shore of the lake and put into the embankment, and the surface of the lake, which was still nearly ten meters deep, had been surpassed by the subsequent stacking of stones.

Four copper basins loaded with water-repellent beads and runes are erected on rocks exposed to the surface of the lake.

Liu Heng, who was wearing a brute tiger armor, was standing next to the wooden frame where four copper basins were placed.

Two hundred people were crowding behind Liu Heng.

A hundred displaced people and a hundred soldiers of the Liu family were standing on the stump of a tree jutting out of the lake.

The surging flood constantly hit the stumps of the trees next to each other, and when the waves of water that rolled in the air turned into a continuous torrential rain and pounced on the people on the stumps, they were blocked by an indigo light curtain.

The continuous waves of water stained the light curtain into cyan blisters.

But the huge force carried by the rainstorm made the shape of the cyan blister constantly twist and dent.

The copper basin loaded with water-repellent beads and runic water also trembled continuously.

Whenever this happens, Liu Heng will stretch out his hands and cover the horizontal fence of the wooden frame beside him.

Each time, Red Flame would climb up the wooden frame and surround the four copper basins.

Each time, the copper basin will stop shaking, and the light curtain will return to its original shape.

There are soldiers wearing steel armor and burly bodies, constantly injecting runic water into the basin, and constantly replacing the water-repellent beads that reveal a milky white and have lost their effectiveness.

On the shore of the lake, more than 6,000 displaced people and more than 2,000 soldiers transported countless stones and tree stumps.

With the embankment, the displaced people no longer have to risk jumping into the rapids.

Leaning on the stumps that had been nailed, they pulled them with twine, and placed them in the middle of the lake, which were then hammered by the soldiers with hammers.

During this period, there will still be homeless people who are accidentally pulled by the stumps of trees washed away by the flood and fly into the torrent.

Liu Heng wanted to stabilize the copper basin, and he had no time to be distracted, and he could only watch the people who flew into the torrent being swept away by the flood.

In two days, nearly 100 people died.

The golden beam of light rushed into the blue curtain and stopped beside Liu Heng, who was pale.

An expressionless stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the horizontal bar of the wooden frame.

"Leave it to me. (To be continued......)

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