"The national master will open the altar to offer sacrifices and pay homage to heaven!"
He Lingchuan shook his short staff and observed the ever-changing "nightmare energy" in the gems: "How long have you been collecting these?"
Others can't see the existence of nightmare energy, so they don't know what these people have done.
At least, this secret is unknown to most people.
"Eleven years. Ninety-seven battles or incidents." The prisoner swallowed, "I have never been to a battle. I only go to the battlefield after the battle is over."
"You're really busy running around here and there every year." This guy has to travel to an average of seven or eight places a year, all of which are battlefields filled with dead people. "How much of the nightmare energy of the dead is there in this place?"
"I haven't counted them in detail, but there are hundreds of thousands?" The prisoner looked at the short staff with a bit of reluctance, "Five years ago, the coup of Mian State, the royal family members were killed and blood flowed like rivers. I collected the blood of tens of thousands of people in one go.
gas."
He Lingchuan was slightly startled, a little surprised: "Can the Mian royal family be so fertile?"
Chapter completed!