Vol 7 Chapter 46: Join hands

"In our book of the hardships of the East, the Buddha descended the Great Devil, and the Devil King sprinkled the bones into a soldier, and the killing was inexhaustible." Donghu Laojiao has been perceiving the deadly, rigid sitting man, at this time he The perception was clear, and I couldn’t help but watch Ding Ning and the black robe boy say:
I used to think that it was illusory and deliberately exaggerated the idea of ​​supernatural power. However, it seems that the means of this thousand grave mountain is indeed true. Just give enough time. He can even build an army. So, I did think narrowly. I used to sit down and watch the sky."
Ding Ning nodded and said: "The practice of Changling's practice books also has the means of throwing beans into soldiers. For most practitioners, there is naturally no mythical story, but in some classical, it is also mentioned. However, the means is to use a kind of peas from overseas. I think it is a special kind of bean that can carry some of the life of the practitioner." 

Fiction; "This kind of thing, unless you see it, How can I believe?"
The more you think about it, the more you think it is incredible, and even the slightest cold in your heart.
This method of practice of the ghosts and ghosts is indeed too strange. At that time, the infants above the Lushan League had been stunned. Then he directly made his disciples step by step into the seven masters, and perfectly carried his life. It is a means of against the sky.
Although this thousand tombs have been confined to seven worlds for the rest of their lives, they are no longer able to touch more of the world of practice, but this method seems to be the best for him. Because for other practitioners, this life is not to be wasted, and the constant accumulation of life in the body and concentration of a certain life, is itself a process of accumulation and perception of seven to eight. However, for the thousand tombs, it is useless to constantly save the life of the life, and it can never cause qualitative change. The vitality generated in this daily practice can be continuously injected into foreign objects, that is, the masters and others are constantly being The body of the practitioner is refining and revitalizing it.
The practitioners of this level, who have reached the level of Guantai, have long felt that this method has been reversed. At this moment, the zombie master is just a weapon in his eyes. However, this method itself is too amazing. Even if the life of the thousand tombs is naturally impossible, but as long as he is not killed, every life that he has gained from cultivation for a period of time can create such a weapon. As Dong Hu Laojiao said, slowly accumulating, he can really build an army.
This kind of thing, known as the ghosts and ghosts in the world of practitioners, can certainly not be the same as the real creatures. It can only accept the meaning of his killing, and it is more timid to the enemy, but even if it is only four or five. The power of the number is also extremely terrifying.
Even more frightening is that this kind of ghosts and ghosts have no fear and pain, and I am afraid that they will be hit hard and fight.
"If we can live out, I am afraid that only by helping you two, it is enough to compete with Yuanwu." Yantai Guanjian looked at the self-proclaimed thousand tombs, like the black boy next door in the ordinary street. The robe boy finally couldn’t help but say such a sentence.
Ding Ning smiled.
But the emotions in his eyes are complicated.
Because this assumption is always based on the premise that they can live alive.
The most important thing is that the friends around him are always very strong.
In the era of the Bashan swordfield, in the eyes of anyone, there are only two or three people standing with him, which is enough to levy the world.
However, the enemy is also very powerful, and the enemy also has many unexpected means.
Just like now, the shadow of Qianshan outside is overlapping in his eyes, with layers of haze.
The facts that have really been experienced tell him that the final victory is not about who has terrible weapons, but who has more terrible weapons.
"Zheng sleeve has learned a lot from us. Some things we must learn from her. Never expose all the means to the enemy." Ding Ning turned to look at the sword and said: "If we can live Going out, such a means is still best not to let Zheng Shou and Yuan Wu know."
Yantai Guanjian nodded.
Before he nodded, a chilly air machine had been deposited from the body of the thousand tombs. The "master" who had been sitting still had fallen back again, and the body quickly festered and turned into black water, seeping into the ground. .
No one has any objections.
If one such army in the future is truly devastating, it is best not to let the existence of Yuan Wu and Zheng S sleeve know before it can form such an army.
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Thousands of dusty mountains stand stubbornly, and there are many mottled shadows in the seemingly static dusty mountains. These mottled shadows drop strange shadows and sometimes float on them.
The sky is getting brighter and getting through the night.
Dark nights are always associated with death, and people always feel unsafe, but in fact, the effect is always only human emotions.
For the unknown waiting, the most helpless and anxious.
When the first sun shone from the sky, but even Ding Ning and others among the thousands of dusty mountains could not judge where the sun was falling from, the Fusui woke up.
In the morning sun, he saw the cold and modest side face of the sword.

Why is this?

He felt the inexplicable pain, not because of physical injuries, but from the heart. He couldn't help but watch the sword in the ring and made such a voice.

To do anything, follow the innermost feelings of the heart.

Yantai Guanjian understood his meaning and said seriously: "This is the truth that I first told me when I entered the Shaoshan Jianzong and got the inheritance of the Master."
Then he looked up and added, "The existence of any sect is not in the form of the mountain gate, but in the principle of persistence."
"So even risking the entire Daqin dynasty and Lushan Jianzong to completely indulge, pay such a price?" Fusu looked at the face of the sword in the sun, and the voice sounded like this, but he said no Speaking.
"There is no saying that the Zongmen must be effective for the dynasty. The various practitioners gathered in the practice place have different pursuits." But the Taiwanese sword can know what he thinks at the moment, and slowly said: "It’s just that you have been in such a position since childhood, so you have been being controlled by others. You think it’s all right. Then you, you always listen to your parents, but have you considered yourself? The most real feeling inside?"
Fusu can't speak.
He didn't know how to answer this question, and his heart didn't know how to answer it.
"it has started."
At this time, Ding Ning’s voice suddenly sounded.
Yantai Guanjian hurriedly looked up.
The long-term Sun Xue and Dong Hu, who have been adjusting their interest rates, also opened their eyes and looked up.
The thousand tombs naturally shrink and shrink, and the black robes outside him are like a pool of black, standing water, swaying up, covering his entire body.
Because in this sky, there is his most fearful atmosphere.
It was just early morning, but during these few breathing hours, the sky was brightly bright.
The sunlight condenses into a bundle, and the sunshine at noon is dazzling many times.
In such a sky, higher, floating down countless pale fire lines.
The pale fire line and this bright and dazzling sun are rapidly blending together and constantly converge in the air.
"It turned out to be the case."
The face of the sword of the Fujian-Taiwanese sword became extremely dignified.
This is a combination of sparks and the real fire of the sun. The two worlds of completely different nature are combined by two powerful air engines.
The world’s own Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou can do this.
After the silence in the middle of the night, the beginning of the murder, no one thought that it would be the joint effort of Yuan Wu and Zheng Shou.
(I was unable to update yesterday because there were guests coming to entertain during the day, and at night the fate of the family was moved. Later, the uncle who drunk almost drove home and drove home. It was already more than eleven o'clock at home. How do you say these reasons? Writing a book has always been a best effort, but if you want to continue to explain why there is no time, some psychological burdens are too big. In fact, I have always had a strong self-discipline, and I have time to sit down and write, so I still have to argue that I have never been lazy. I don’t have much to write about myself. I hope that most readers will have enough patience and understanding.)