Lesheng was not attracted by this question. He stared at the rebirth stone on the stone wall, and then suddenly reached out and broke it down. Lu Hanxiao was frightened and hurried to stop him, but Lesheng waved his hand and said, "It's okay, the little monk is no longer in the sea of ​​suffering, this stone is useless to me. Look, why does this stone seem to have been touched by someone?"

Wuting walked closer and saw that she immediately stared at her and said quickly: "Yes, this stone has been cut, and the traces should be a medicine pestle."

"Medicinal pestle..." Lesheng pinched the half-cut stone of rebirth and asked thoughtfully, "Fifth donor, what would happen if this stone was made into powder and asked someone to flush and take it?"

Wuting immediately understood what he said. She pinched the vine strap on her shoulder and said heavily: "Like a touch, she fell into memories of rebirth, and was confused and unable to be liberated."

When Lu Hanxiao heard this, he immediately looked around the rebirth stones on the surrounding walls and said loudly: "These stones have been collected by medicine pestles!"

"Are they the people just now?" Wu Shiliu thought deeply, "But what is the purpose of collecting these rebirth stones? Is it to refine alchemy and increase spiritual power?"

"The path of alchemy is difficult to become an immortal, and it is extremely difficult to refine love pills." Di Wuting said confidently, "Even if it is my master, refining this pill will achieve three, and the seventh part depends on the fortune of heaven."

The more Lu Hanxiao thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He seemed to be able to feel something vaguely, but he just couldn't explain it clearly.

He stared at the rebirth stone and asked hesitantly: "Then why did they collect rebirth stones?"

Le Sheng turned around and looked at the three of them, saying, "The practice platform has been completed, but the magic way has never opened a method for a long time. Perhaps these stones are one of the reasons."

Wuting scratched her ears and asked, "Is it to control the soldiers not to escape from the constraints of the formation?"

Lesheng shook his head and said, "I'm afraid not."

"They were for the Cana soldiers, but not for the control of their minds." Lu Hanxiao thought about it carefully. He was already shocked by the truth that came to the surface, and then looked around the rebirth stones solemnly, "to build an army with spiritual power."

Wu Shiliu took a deep breath and said quietly: "Then the enemy that this army will destroy first..."

Foreign gangsters.

In the tent in the atrium, Jiaohe curled up in the corner with a heavy wool blanket. Burigod was talking about family matters with the people in the atrium. They fled from the pursuit in the desert and then came here. Burigod once asked the guards of the atrium to meet the king, but the guards claimed that Burigod was rejected by the Cana people. The king of the atrium was unwilling to receive the warrior who had no self-destruction.

"In his heart, the totem of the messenger." The desert man wore a thick sweater, and his thumbs of his hands were intersecting and swaying his palms, "Is he a royal family?"

Jiaohe silently stared at the bonfire in the tent, turning a deaf ear to the words of the desert people. The red flames swayed, and the eagle totem on his chest was filled with glaze like ink.

"Maybe, but after being captured, he and I were both slaves." Burigod smiled relaxed, and he poured half a bowl of steaming butter tea. "The royal family will choose to die in the duel and will not surrender. He is still alive, he is not the royal family."

"Well..." The desert man lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised his head, "A new duel is coming soon. The king is lobbying for tribes scattered in the desert. The tribe leaders from the deepest part of the desert personally brought their tribes to join, but there are too few. The last battle did not scare the Cana people, they were still staring at us in the desert, countless round shields and spears that blocked the eyes of the gods, which were so terrible."

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"But the situation will be broken. I have seen the Canaan army with my own eyes." Burigod remembered the hundreds of warships he saw on the strait. "They are as vast as the sea, but our warriors are like sand in the desert, one by one, and they can't fill the entire ocean at all."

The man of the desert stood up with his knees, then threw his wool scarf behind his shoulders, and said kindly: "You are a smart child, and the king of the atrium has abandoned you. But Burigod, you will not surrender, just like your father. Go, go to Zuoting. The king of the atrium wants everyone who can pick up the scimitar to go to the royal court to make an oath to join the final duel. I am very old, but I can still pick up the scimitar, and I am still a warrior."

The desert man turned around and took off the old scimitar hanging next to the curtain. The scabbard inlaid with gems was eroded by the years, and the mottled rust was covered with rust. He wiped the handle of the knife with his wide sleeves, then held it and slowly pulled out a corner.

The moment the sharp edge lit up, he lifted the curtain and walked out.

The bonfire in the tent was swaying by the sound of the wind whistling in, and Burigoudeyun sat on the blanket and pondered.

"Only by concentrating all the power of the desert can we fight against the Cana people. You were there at that time, and you saw their people with your own eyes." Jiaohe stared at him with a faint look, "They have a lot of people, maybe not a million, but they are almost close to a million."

Burigod looked at him on the other side of the bonfire, and then said in a heavy tone: "Their spears are very sharp."

Jiaohe's eyes were covered with ferocious eyes like evil ghosts in the shadows. He bit his words and said, "The scimitar of the warrior is also very sharp."

"They have immortals, and they fanned them out of their fan.

Wind can easily cut off a person's body." Burigud said calmly, "Even the Zheng people and the warriors can't stop it."

"There are not only people in the desert." Jiaohe broke his doubts, "There are immortals on the holy mountain you respect, and their swords can cut through the sea."

"We are mortals, and immortals will not pay attention to the mortal duel." Burigod looked slightly and dodged Jiaohe's gaze. "It is unfair that a proud warrior will not defile the duel."

Jiaohe replied ruthlessly: "The Cana people don't care about fairness, they have immortals. You can defend the dignity of warriors to fight fairly, but the Cana people will kill all desert people, men, and children's heads will be cut off regardless of whether they are higher than the wheels. Your women will become their slaves."

Burigod looked back at him, and the swaying bonfire made his face distorted to Jiaohe, and Jiaohe's face also seemed the same in Burigod's view.

Burigod said weakly: "I am just a mortal."

"But the legend of the desert doesn't say that." Jiaohe's speech speeds up, "People in the desert say that Burigod is a man reshaped by gods. When you die, the desert will shave sandstorms and you will be reborn from the sandstorm."

Burigoud inexplicably touched the necklace on his mouth, and there was a colorful red feather.

He said casually: "It's the wizards' nonsense."
Chapter completed!