Outside Qianyu City, a large group of Immortal Cultists wearing heavy armor and holding sharp knives filed down.
There are many handsome men and beautiful women in the Immortality Cult, and even the soldiers in the Cult are mostly tall, burly, and handsome young and middle-aged men.
Moreover, all the fighters have been carefully selected, and their height, body shape, and even face shape are similar. Coupled with the uniform armor and weapons, it looks very good at first glance, as pleasing to the eye as a carefully maintained fruit stall.
Twelve old men, twelve old women, and a total of twenty-four masters of the Immortality Cult with gray hair and childlike faces floated down from the wooden boat. Qi and blood surged around them, and each one of them was like a small light bulb emitting light outwards.
This is a sign that the vitality is so abundant that the body cannot contain it.
Twenty-four masters lined up in a row, with hundreds of handsome men and beauties standing behind them, and behind them were nearly 10,000 elite warriors.
This huge and astonishingly powerful army of the Immortality Cult stood in formation. Twenty-four old men and women turned around and bowed deeply towards a black wooden boat nearly two hundred meters long in the middle.
"Please invite the deputy leader!"
Hundreds of young men and women and nearly 10,000 elite soldiers shouted in unison: "Please invite the deputy leader."
The face of the commander in chief of the fog knife was extremely ugly, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.
His left arm was severed by Wu Tie's gunshot, and the wound burst open again, with blood dripping down again.
"snort."
A cold snort sounded softly, like a demonic sound penetrating the brain, and a terrible shock sounded in the brains of all the fog knives. The continuous demonic sound shook the body, and the bodies of the fog knives present shook, and they all vomited blood.
Originally, they were blown to pieces by the arrows sprayed from Lao Tie's arm, causing extremely heavy casualties.
This cold snort was so powerful that more than half of the fog knife killers present were shocked to death. Only a hundred or so of the strongest lucky ones could barely stand still, each one of them vomiting blood in embarrassment.
A burly old man wearing a blood-colored robe, followed by dozens of pretty girls, slowly walked out of the largest canoe in the middle. With a gloomy face, he looked deeply at the commander of the fog knife.
"Wu Dao... Chief Commander? Very good, very knowledgeable... It has been many years. I, the Immortality Sect, have not suffered such a loss for many years."
"A branch hall was uprooted? Good, good, good, very good." The burly old man said solemnly: "Although Grandma Chi and the four of them are famous wastes in the religion, that's why they were sent to such a remote place. .”
"But even if it is a waste... no, even if it is a useless dog, as long as it is a dog of our Immortality Cult, it can only be killed by the Immortality Cult, and it is not the turn of others to teach it."
He exhaled heavily, and a large piece of blood mist spread behind the burly old man's head. In the blood mist, a huge Sunflower was looming, and countless weird tentacles quietly emerged from behind the huge petals of the Sunflower.
"Have you decided how to die? Jia Zhengfeng, the third deputy leader of the Immortality Sect, will definitely fulfill your last request before you die."
The burly old man Jia Zhengfeng smiled solemnly, and then a breeze came, and a wisp of blood mist wrapped a vague figure, and fell into his hand as fast as lightning.
Jia Zhengfeng was stunned, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.
"Go get a few people and conduct a thorough investigation... How could the children who I sent out to seal off all the passages in and out of Qianyu City be killed?"
"This is Que Nu's natal blood seal... This is what happened to Que Nu... Damn it."
Jia Zhengfeng roared angrily, and from the blood mist behind him, dozens of black tentacles as thick as arms suddenly came out, and with a harsh whistling sound, they wrapped around the commander of the fog knife.
The Commander-in-Chief of the Fog Blade hesitated for a moment, then his body swayed and suddenly became transparent, then quickly merged into the air and disappeared without a trace.
Dozens of tentacles that seemed both real and illusory entangled the only three remaining fog knife masters.
In just the blink of an eye, three Chonglou-level fog knife masters screamed and were sucked into mummies by these tentacles.
Jia Zhengfeng's face became much rosier again, so rosy that blood could almost drip from the pores on his face. He sneered in a low voice: "Run, run, see where you can run?"
"The Blue Flame Territory is your foundation, can you still escape from the Blue Flame Territory?"
"Since I personally went out this time, the entire Cang Yan Territory must be conquered... Those who obey me will survive, and those who don't... I am just about to break through the realm, so I might as well let them be my tonic."
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In the dimly lit abandoned mine, Wu Tie hugged Lao Tie's half-broken head and ran quickly.
He cried silently while running wildly. He didn't know how long he ran, and he didn't know where he ran. Finally, he hit a pillar in the mine tunnel, smashing the two-foot-thick pillar into pieces, and then fell headfirst. land.
This is a mine room that can accommodate two to three hundred people. Some miners planted some luminous moss in the corner.
The mine has been abandoned for a long time, and the luminous moss is not growing very well. The stars are shining dimly, and the surrounding environment can barely be seen clearly.
Wu Tie held Lao Tie in his arms and looked down at Lao Tie, who had a faint flow of very fine light on his head and flames constantly spurting out of his seven orifices.
Lao Tie's condition was obviously extremely bad, but Wu Tie didn't know what to do.
"Old iron... old iron..."
Wu Tie hugged half of Lao Tie's head with force, and thick juice gushed out from the wound on Lao Tie's head. The warm juice was like blood, but it was not plasma, but a strange juice condensed by energy.
After the juice flows out, it takes about a few breaths for it to turn into dots of light like fireflies and evaporate.
The blood in Lao Tie's pupils was dim, with a faint blue cold light flickering from time to time.
His voice came from deep inside his skull, erratic and weak.
"Stop rambling, I can't bear it anymore... Hey, hurry up, look into my eyes, any one will do."
Lao Tie urged in a low voice.
Wu Tie gritted his teeth and shed tears as he leaned in front of Lao Tie and stared at his eyes that were shining with blood.
"I originally thought that it would be useless... I am not a normal ancient magic weapon... I am... yes..." Lao Tie groaned feebly: "But, okay... there is a first time for everything..."
Lao Tie's eyes suddenly lit up, and a gentle bloody light spurted out from the core of his eyes, shining directly on Wu Tie's left eyeball.
The blood light is not dazzling, the temperature is not high, and it has no lethality.
Waves of graphic information continued to flow into Wu Tie's mind along the blood light, as if he had recited it thousands of times, and was directly imprinted in the depths of his mind, as if it were carved on gold and stone with a carving knife. On, the memory is profound and will never be forgotten.
What followed was the rapid consumption of the golden light between Wu Tie's eyebrows.
This kind of direct information transmission directly comes at the expense of Wu Tie's mental power, and it is an irreversible loss.
After Wu Tie inspired his innate magical power, he inexplicably realized the magical power of Haoran's righteousness. Over the past few days, he had been polishing it day and night. His soul power increased rapidly, and his mental power became extremely pure and powerful.
His current mental strength is dozens of times that of ordinary people.
With Lao Tie's continuous input, Wu Tie's upper limit of mental power continued to shrink, his brain was hit by waves of tingling pain, and his soul power continued to dissipate.
All kinds of weird knowledge are constantly pouring in.
If Wu Tie were an ordinary person, and a large amount of information was so overbearingly imprinted on his mind, that person's soul would have shattered and become a psychopath.
Wu Tie endured the stinging pain in his head and tried his best to receive the message from Lao Tie.
His soul power is enough, and his mental power is enough to burn and consume.
While using this magical method to transmit information, Lao Tie murmured to himself: "Listen to me, little guy, Grandpa, I capsized in the gutter this time... No wonder, it was Grandpa and I who had the problem... "
"Hey, I don't know who the dog fought with like that... His body is very weak. Grandpa, I have countless abilities, but I can't use his body to display them."
"Grandpa, although I am powerful, I only have one head left..."
"That Guo Que slave, there's something weird about her... From now on, avoid them..."
"Remember, only by surviving can you have endless possibilities... Living is the foundation of everything... If you die, it will be over and there will be nothing left..."
"These things I passed on to you, those things that appeared in my mind inexplicably, if you are interested, just learn it, if you are not interested, just forget it... I also feel very strange, why do I have so many things in my mind that have nothing to do with my job?" thing… "
"However, you must memorize the subsequent cultivation methods of the Foundation Establishment Style... you must practice them well..."
"Yuanshi Jing, this is after the Foundation Building Form, from the Senxuan Realm, the Chonglou Realm, the Life Pond Realm, the Fetal Treasure Realm... and even higher realms..."
"The Yuanshi Jing, as the name suggests, is the most perfect and perfect cultivation method deduced by my creator, those great old guys, your ancestors..."
"Slow, but pointing directly to the ultimate of everything, to the original source of chaos..."
"The Yuanshi Jing is the source of all cultivation methods. It is all-encompassing and the origin of all cultivation methods..."
"Although it was abandoned in the end, no one really chose to practice it, just because its cultivation speed was too slow. At that time, what we needed was speed and the efficiency of breaking through the realm..."
"So although the old guys speculate that the Yuanshi Jing is the most perfect method, no one chooses it..."
"I hope that no matter what happens to you in the future, no matter how great the skills you get in the future, you will never abandon the Yuanshi Jing..."
"Keep practicing, keep practicing unswervingly... If you don't have resources, just grab them, fight for them, and use all means to obtain resources... "
"I want to see if Yuanshi Jing is the most perfect technique like those old guys..."
"We... brothers like me... each one has a copy of the Yuanshi Jing recorded in his mind... This is the fire, and those old guys are already prepared for misfortune... "
"Since it is fire... I may be the only one who has passed down the Yuanshi Jing..."
"Hey, just based on this credit... It's a pity that Yang Jian is dead. Otherwise, I will definitely ask him to restore my title and promote me to the third level of Fireline... Hehe... It's a pity that Yang Jian is dead... "
The golden light between Wu Tie's brows was burning, and his soul power was constantly weakening.
A huge amount of graphic and textual information is constantly pouring in. In addition to the Yuanshi Jing, there are also all kinds of strange and weird knowledge.
Wu Tie was not in the mood to sort out the knowledge in his mind. He just hugged Lao Tie tightly and silently received the information from him.
The bloody light in Lao Tie's eyes gradually dimmed, and a large amount of blood-like flames suddenly spurted out from his seven orifices. There were a few clicks, and fine cracks opened in his skull.
A large amount of cold air spurted out from the crack in his skull, so cold that Wu Tie's arms were covered with a thin layer of frost.
"Don't be sad, don't shed tears... Grandpa, I will not die so easily..."
"In the future, when I encounter some relics left over from ancient times... I'll dig around and have a look... If I can find a backup body of the same style as my grandpa, I can still survive... "
"Ah, bah, bah, grandpa, I won't die... I'm just sleeping..."
"Remember, Grandpa, I am not dead, I will not die. Grandpa, I am just sleeping. Grandpa, I will always be by your side..."
"If you are lucky, Grandpa I will be back soon..."
"It's different from the previous sleep..."
"Grandpa, I couldn't see any hope before. Grandpa, I was completely desperate, so I chose a deep sleep of self-abandonment..."
"But this time, Grandpa, I am forced to sleep, but Grandpa, I am full of hope in my heart... So don't worry. Although the injury is a bit worse, who knows if we will have a chance to see each other again?"
Lao Tie's voice became extraordinarily gentle and kind, like an old man who likes to chatter, huddled in the corner and basking in the sun, while laughing and comforting his little grandson.
"Little guy, remember one thing... Your ancestors are amazing, your bloodline is amazing... Don't be sorry to your ancestors, don't be sorry to your bloodline... "
"Pangu Miao descendants, after Yanhuang... at any time, please straighten your waist for me!"
Lao Tie's skull cracked, completely shattered, and wisps of extremely magnificent and mysterious light erupted from his skull, illuminating the nearly 100-meter-wide mine room.
In Lao Tie's skull, there was a ball of light, a ball of magnificent light.
Countless rays of light crisscrossed each other, and countless simple and complex runes and patterns surged endlessly in the light.
In Lao Tie's head, his brain was just like a ball of light, brilliant and magnificent, as if full of infinite vitality.
A faint blue crack pierced through this mass of light. Lao Tie sighed faintly. Countless slender streams of light collapsed and compressed inward. Gradually, the light dimmed.
At the end, a crystal brain the size of a baby's fist was suspended in front of Wu Tie.
The crystal brain has a bright luster, and there are countless fine and complex sections on the surface. If you look carefully at each section, there are countless ancient characters and runes looming. On a section as big as a sesame seed, these characters and runes have at least Hundreds of thousands.
"Old Tie, is this you?" Wu Tie held this exquisite crystal brain tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "I will definitely let you wake up... Your body collapsed, I will Help you find a new body."
"As long as there is one, I will definitely help you find it."
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