"Qing Deng thanked the donor for his gratitude for enlightenment." Looking at Qing Deng with sincere face, Zhou Jin shook his head, "The authorities are just confused. Even if there is no Zhou Jin's words, for the master, a breakthrough in his mood will be just a day and night."

"Maybe it's day and night in the eyes of the donor, but Yu Qingdeng is a hundred years old. Qingdeng is now going to follow the master. I don't know when it will be. I hope the donor will not refuse this Yunhua scripture." Looking at the sincerity on Qingdeng's face, Zhou Jin nodded. He might not think it doesn't matter, but it is indeed a kindness for Qingdeng. Not giving others a chance to repay love is to stop others from practicing.

The green lamp that stepped out of the camp tent slowly covered its steps. Suddenly, behind him was a wave of Buddha's light shining. The green lamp that had already felt was slowly looking back. The Buddha's light shone everywhere and the golden lotus bloomed. However, the figure deeply shocked the heart of Qingdeng, "Amitabha." Qingdeng, who had recited the Buddha's name, pulled away.

"Master." "I saw it, but I never thought it was the phantom of the Ming King. It's so smart. Let's go, everyone has their own way." Qingdeng nodded as if he had some insight, and then followed Lord Shi. Looking at the Yunhua True Sutra that dissipated in front of him, Zhou Jin knew that Qingdeng's love was still great. He stepped out of the camp tent, and only a ray of light shone by vaguely. Zhou Jin shook his head and said nothing more.

When Shilang Chenyun and others came back with their mounts, Zhou Jin was still refining his body's essence and blood. At this speed, it seemed impossible to have all been refined without a year or two. Looking at the cow on the back in front of Zhou Jin's tent, everyone looked back and looked at the mount behind them, and a sense of superiority arose suddenly.

There were a look of alternating between each other, and then Lanling Shidao tried to test the camp where Zhou Jin was, and nodded to everyone in an instant. Everyone with a clear mind immediately greeted the conquered mount behind him.

When Zhou Jin recovered his body and stepped out of the camp tent, all he saw was the beating of the wounded cow. Looking at the twelve heavenly beasts around him, Zhou Jin was speechless, these little guys. Without saying anything, Zhou Jin vaguely remembered the vitality he felt when he broke through his state of mind. He finally had some understanding of the previous cow's ability to recover so quickly and use the vitality seal.

No longer hesitated, Zhou Jin, who had some understanding, started to make a seal, and then a life seal condensed, and the scarred cow gradually became energetic. Feeling the changes of the cow on his back, he looked at the life seal in his hand, and Zhou Jin slowly punched the life seal into the body of the cow on his back.

When the vitality was imprinted into the body, Zhou Jin's mind also entered it. This feeling was wonderful. The wound on the back of the cow also began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Everything in front of him subverted Zhou Jin's previous understanding. If the vitality seal is a condensed vitality, what about the dead seal?

If the feeling of life when the life stamped into the body is correct, I should be able to condense again in the body of the cattle. If it did not dissipate, what would the life stamp condense again condense with? Is the life force of the cattle on the cattle? Does the cultivation of the death seal require the power of death? Seeing that the cattle on the cattle who was not seriously injured gradually recovered as before, Zhou Jin cleaned up his mood and then returned to the tent again.

Looking at the words "cautious use" after the Seal of Life and Death of the King, Zhou Jin finally understood the meaning and did not think about it anymore. Zhou Jin continued to refine his body's essence and blood, and the growth of strength was the king.

After the deadline is over, Zhou Jin stepped out of the camp and practiced the battle formation and the formation with everyone. The new thousand-man commander is also a monk, but he is carrying his hair to practice. His gorgeous robe almost blinds Zhou Jin's eyes. This is a rich monk or a powerful monk. Zhou Jin, who has a little sense of the response to this comment on the immortal sentient beings who have met for the first time.

Time passed quietly inadvertently, and in the blink of an eye it was already a year. The integration with the mount and the control of the battle formation have all set a new height. After the rest period, everyone officially began to step into the battlefield.

In the year of Lost Tooth, Zhou Jin re-understood the situation he and others had to deal with. The low-level battlefield was just a place for the army of the three religions and the Barbarian God Tribe, one of the five peak tribes, to sharpen the tribe. The battlefield that determines the final battle of civilization was opened up for three days, and there, the realm of the sect leader was just a barrier.

"Report, there seem to be traces of barbarian troops moving in Ziwu Valley 500 miles ahead." Yi Ye Chan nodded and asked someone to continue inquiring. Taking out the map, Yi Ye Chan began to look at the surrounding strongholds and battlefield distribution maps.

Ziwu Valley, Gongziyu, the son of the Panshi Tribe, ambushed 200,000 troops to wait for 200,000. "My lord, the 100,000 troops sent by the Lingshan Tribe to help have been exposed by the inquiry of the other spies. The other party's legion is already 500 miles away." "I know."

"Report, the spies found out that there were no less than 30,000 ambushing troops in Ziwu Valley ahead." "Stop advancing, spread the scouts around and set up a cover formation." In Ziwu Valley, "My lord, the opponent's 100,000 troops are now set up a cover formation four hundred miles away." "Turn the Dragon to investigate a thousand miles of land." "Yes."

Above the hills, Yi Ye Chan looked at the information in front of him. The ambushing army in Ziwu Valley was something Yi Ye Chan had never expected. This place was not a place that military strategists must fight for, and the other was not the best ambushing place. Why did this group of people set up ambushing troops here? The key is that this is the only way for him and others to go to the garrisoned stronghold. Could it be that the stronghold ahead has been lost?

However, he and others did not receive the news. The news from the communicator just now also stated that the front was under the control of the Three Religions Legion. So how did these people come? After taking a look at the battlefield distribution map again, Yi Ye Chan gradually looked at the understanding of Yangshan. Could it be here?

"Ask Liuyun Guard to see if there is any contact with Jieyang Mountain, and report to the lieutenant of the legion where Mingsheng Tianzun is located. Ziwu Valley found more than 100,000 troops, and the strongholds ahead were still in their hands, but there was a danger of being attacked. Order the army to set up defenses, lay the Chen Microsword Formation, and be on level one alert." "Sir, do you really need to prepare the Chen Microsword Formation? The current legion resources can only set up the Chen Microsword Formation twice."

"On the battlefield, don't have any luck mentality. You can quietly take down the Buwuziwu Valley in Jieyang Mountain. The other party is definitely not an easy person. You can earn it again when you lose resources, but if you lose people, you will really lose everything. If you didn't have a trace of luck in my heart last time, Qingfeng Guard would not have suffered such a heavy blow. Even if we win in the end, it will be a failure for me. Let's send the order." "Yes."

In Ziwu Valley, Gongziyu looked at the map in front of him carefully and had already completed this trial after taking Jieyang Yamamoto. However, for Gongziyu himself, all this was not enough. He was a new round of tribe son, and his halo and honor were destined to be with glory in his life.
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