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Outside Qianyu City, a large group of immortals wearing heavy armor and holding sharp swords fell down one after another.

In the Changsheng Sect, there are many handsome men and beautiful women, and even the soldiers in the Sect are mostly tall, burly and handsome middle-aged and young men.

Moreover, all the soldiers were carefully selected, and their height, body shape, and even face shape were similar. With the neat armor and weapons, they looked very good at first glance, just like a carefully maintained fruit stall.

Twelve old men, twelve old women, and a total of twenty-four masters of the Changsheng Sect with crane hair and childish faces floated down from the wooden boat. Their qi and blood were gushing, and each of them shone out like a small light bulb.

This is an abnormal sign that is extremely full of vitality that the body cannot accommodate.

Twenty-four masters lined up in one line, hundreds of handsome men and beautiful women stood behind them, and nearly 10,000 elite soldiers were neatly arranged.

The huge army of the Changsheng Cult, which had an amazing combat power, stood in a formation. The twenty-four old men and women turned around and bowed deeply to a black wooden boat that was nearly two hundred meters long in the middle.

"Ask the Assistant Leader!"

Hundreds of young men and women, nearly 10,000 elite soldiers shouted in unison: "I would like to ask for the Deputy Leader."

The face of the mist knife was extremely ugly, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

His left arm, which was swept by Wu Tie, broke again, and blood spilled down again.

"snort."

A cold snorted gently, like a demon sound piercing his mind, and a terrible shock sounded in the minds of all the fog swords. The continuous fog sound of the fog swords came, and the body of the fog swords present shook and they immediately vomited blood.

Originally, they were scattered by the arrows spurted out from Lao Tie's arms, with extremely heavy casualties.

The cold snorted was extremely powerful, and most of the fog knife killers present were shocked to death. Only a hundred of the most powerful lucky ones barely stood firm and kept vomiting bleeding one by one.

A burly old man wearing a blood-colored robe followed by dozens of pretty girls slowly walked out of the largest wooden boat in the middle, with a gloomy face and a deep look at the mist knife's palm.

"Mist knife...the general palm order? Very good, very kind... It has been many years, and I have never suffered such a loss in the Changsheng Sect for many years."

"A part of the hall was uprooted? OK, OK, OK, OK, OK." The old man burly said in a deep voice: "Although the four of Grandma Chi and the others are famous wastes in the church, they were sent to such a remote place."

"But even if it's a useless dog... no, even if it's a useless dog, as long as it's our Changsheng Sect, it can only be killed by my Changsheng Sect, and it's not the turn of others to teach you a lesson."

He let out a heavy breath, and a large blood mist spread behind the burly old man's head. A huge sunflower flower could be seen faintly in the blood mist, and countless strange tentacles appeared quietly behind the huge petals of the sunflower flower.

"Did you think about how you die? Jia Zhengfeng, the third deputy leader of the Immortal Life Sect... will definitely meet your last request before death."

The burly old man Jia Zhengfeng smiled heavily, then a breeze drifted, and a wisp of blood mist wrapped around a faint figure, falling into his hands as lightning as lightning.

Jia Zhengfeng was stunned and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Go to a few people and check it out... How could I be killed by someone who was sent outside to block all the children entering and leaving the corridor in Qianyu City?"

"This is Qu Nu's blood mark... This is something happened to Qu Nu... Damn it."

Jia Zhengfeng roared in anger, and dozens of black tentacles as thick as arms suddenly poked out from the blood mist behind him, and wrapped around the palm of the mist knife with a harsh roar.

The mist knife hesitated for a while, and his body shook, and his body suddenly became transparent, and then it quickly merged into the air and disappeared without a trace.

Dozens of tentacles that seem real and illusory entangled the only three remaining fog sword masters.

In just a blink of an eye, three masters of the fog sword in the Chonglou Realm screamed and were sucked into mummies by these tentacles.

Jia Zhengfeng's face became much rosy again, so rosy that almost any plasma could drip out of the pores on his face. He sneered in a low voice: "Run, run, see where you can run?"

"Cangyan Domain is your foundation. Can you still run out of Cangyan Domain?"

"Since I have been dispatched in person this time, the entire Cangyan Realm will naturally be conquered... Those who follow me will live, and those who are not... I just want to break through the realm, so let them be my supplements."

...

In the dim abandoned mine pit, Wu Tie hugged half of Lao Tie's broken head and ran quickly.

He ran wildly while crying silently. He didn't know how long he had been running or where he ran. Finally, he hit a pillar in the mine track, smashing the two-foot-thick pillar to pieces, and then fell to the ground.

This is a mine room that can accommodate two or three hundred people to rest. Miners planted some luminous moss in the corner.

The mine has been abandoned for a long time, and the growth of luminous moss is not very good. The gloomy light shines on it, so you can barely see the surrounding environment.

Wu Tie held Lao Tie in his arms and looked down at the extremely thin light flowing on his head shell, and Lao Tie was constantly spewing out of his seven orifices.

Lao Tie is obviously in extremely bad condition, but Wu Tie doesn't know what to do.

"Old Tie...Old Tie..."

Wu Tie hugged Lao Tie's head with force. A sticky juice gushed out from the wound on Lao Tie's head. The warm juice was as color as blood, but it was not plasma, but a strange juice condensed by energy.

After these juices flow out, they will turn into fireflies and evaporate after about a few breaths.

The blood in Lao Tie's pupils was dim, and from time to time, a faint blue cold light flashed.

His voice came from deep in his head, floating without strength.

"Stop talking, I can't stand it anymore... Hey, hurry up, look at my eyes, you can do whatever you want."

Lao Tie urged in a low voice.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth and cried, he came to Lao Tie and stared at one of his eyes that was flashing with blood.

"I originally thought it was impossible to use it... I am not a classic-type ancient magic weapon... I am... yes..." Lao Tie hummed weakly: "But it's okay... everything has been the first time..."

Lao Tie's eyes suddenly lit up, and a gentle blood light spurted out from the core of his eyes, shining straight on Wu Tie's left eyeball.

The blood light is not dazzling, the temperature is not high, and there is no lethality.

Waves of graphic information flowed into Wu Tie's mind along the blood light, as if he had been recited thousands of times, and was directly imprinted in the depths of his mind, as if he had been engraved on gold and stone with a carving knife. He had a deep memory and would never be forgotten.

What followed was the rapid consumption of the golden light ball between Wu Tiemei.

This direct information transmission is directly at the cost of losing Wu Tie's mental power, and it is an irreversible loss.

After Wu Tie stimulated his innate magical powers, he inexplicably realized the magical power of Haoran. These days, he polished his soul power day and night, and his soul power increased rapidly, and his mental power became extremely pure and powerful.

His mental power is dozens of times that of ordinary people now.

As Lao Tie continued to input, Wu Tie's mental power limit was shrinking, and his brain stinged and his soul power was constantly dissipating.

All kinds of strange knowledge are pouring in.

If Wu Tie was an ordinary person, and a lot of information was so domineeringly imprinted in his mind, the man would have long since broken his soul into a mental illness.

Wu Tie endured the tingling pain from his mind and tried his best to receive the message from Lao Tie.

His soul power is enough, his mental power is enough to burn and consume.

While using this magical method to transmit information, Lao Tie muttered to himself: "Little guy, grandpa, I've capsized in the gutter this time... No wonder, grandpa, I have a problem with myself..."

"Hey, I don't know who I got into that fight with back then... I was so deficient. Grandpa, I have countless skills, and I can't use his body to play it out."

"Grandpa, although I am awesome, I only have one head left..."

"That Guo Qunu, she has a weird thing... and avoid them in the future..."

"Remember, only by surviving can there be endless possibilities... Living is the foundation of everything... If you die, you will be completely destroyed and nothing is left..."

"The things I passed on to you, those things that appear in my mind for no reason, if you are interested, just learn them, and if you are not interested... I also find it very strange, why are there so many things in my mind that have nothing to do with my job..."

"However, you must remember the subsequent cultivation method of foundation-building... you must practice well..."

"The Yuanshi Sutra, after the foundation-building style, from the realm of the reign of the mysterious realm, the Chonglou realm, the Life Pool realm, the Fetal Tibetan realm... and a higher realm..."

"The Yuanshi Sutra, as the name suggests, is the most perfect and perfect practice method derived by my creator, those amazing old guys, that is, your ancestors, those old guys..."

"Slow, but it directly points to the ultimate of everything, and directly points to the most origin of Chaos Origin..."

"The Yuanshi Sutra is the root of all practice methods. It encompasses everything and is the origin of all practice methods..."

"Although it was eventually abandoned, no one really chose to practice it, just because its cultivation speed was too slow. At that time, what we needed was speed and efficiency to break the realm..."

"So although the old guys speculate that the Yuanshi Sutra 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 martial arts you will get in the future, don't give up the Yuanshi Sutra..."

"Cultivate, practice unswervingly... If you don't have resources, just grab it, fight for it, and use all means to obtain resources..."

"I want to see if the Yuanshi Sutra is the most perfect martial art like those old guys..."

"We... brothers like me... Everyone has recorded a copy of the Yuanshi Sutra in their minds... This is the spark, and those old guys have been prepared for unfortunate things..."

"Since it's a fire... I may be the only one who passed down the Yuanshi Sutra..."

"Hey, just with this credit... It's a pity that Yang Jian is dead. Otherwise, I would definitely ask him to restore my position and promote me to level three at the front line... Hey... It's a pity that Yang Jian is dead..."

The golden light between Wu Tie's eyebrows was burning, and his soul power was constantly weakening.

Huge amount of graphic information is pouring in, and in addition to the Yuanshi Jing, there are also various strange 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 he sent.

The blood light in Lao Tie's eyes gradually dimmed, and a large amount of blood-like flames suddenly spurted out from his seven orifices. A few clicks, a fine crack broke into his head shell.

A large area of ​​cold air spurted out from the cracks in his head shell, making Wu Tie's arms covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Don't be sad, don't cry... Grandpa, I'm not so easy to die..."

"In the future, I encountered some ruins left in ancient times... and went to dig and see... If I could find a backup body with the same model as my grandfather, I would still survive..."

"Ah, bah, grandpa, I won't die... it's just dormant..."
To be continued...