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"I am the Emperor of Humanity, and my enlightenment was in ancient times, a dream that lasted for thousands of years!"
The little fat man made a milky voice, held his head up high, blinked his small black eyes, and raised his fingers towards Jian Qingsheng: "Boy, I think you have an extraordinary body and a strange skeleton. You are a good young man. Although you have a weak physique,
That's bad, but I'm going to be open-minded. We are destined to meet each other, so I will accept you as a registered disciple. Please bring your sword. Don't lose face as a master with this ordinary sword. I will make it again for you.
"
As soon as the little fat man finished speaking, Jian Qingsheng's face darkened. This little fat man spoke so ungratefully. He was clearly interested in his Zixiao Sword and actually wanted to accept him as a registered disciple.
Xiao Yi's eyes were a little strange. This little fat guy was really not a good scumbag. He looked like he had a long tail. He believed that if he was still carrying a broken gun, he would definitely have a share of the registered disciples.
Captain Huoli grinned and said, "Little fat man, what do you think of me?"
"You?" The little fat man glanced at him and shook his head repeatedly, "You are full of dregs, your constitution is muddy, and you are crooked and cracked."
Captain Huoli suddenly turned his nose with anger. This bastard was only a few years old, and he spoke mercilessly. What does it mean to have a muddy constitution, and what does it mean to have a crooked melon and cracked jujube? He, a powerful commander at the level of a thousand captain, was so unbearable.
"who are you!"
Jian Qingsheng walked towards the little fat man with a dark face. He planned to take him back to the tribe. He didn't get any benefit from the things that came out of the Baizhang Soul Suppression Monument. He wanted to see what the little fat man's origin was.
Maybe he can't see it, but maybe no one in the tribe does.
"I am the Human Emperor! Boy, you must be disobedient! Why don't you kneel down and become my disciple?"
The little fat man was not afraid at all. He had his pink hands on his waist and his small eyes were rolling. Jian Qingsheng had a dark face and said nothing, and his steps became faster and faster.
Seeing Jian Qingsheng approaching, less than ten feet away, the little fat man rushed towards him with a huff, as fast as lightning. Even Jian Qingsheng's eyes were blurred, and the Zixiao sword in his hand sank.
not good!
He was startled when he saw the little fat man's eyes shining brightly, opening his small mouth, and biting the Zixiao sword hard.
Boom!
With a huge mental shock, Jian Qingsheng's face turned pale, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, while the little fat man had already jumped away with a huff, holding half of the Zixiao Sword in his arms, eating and spitting out, seemingly dissatisfied.
Gu Feng and others all changed their colors. This little fat man was extremely fast, but he couldn't sense even a trace of energy and blood fluctuations. His teeth made them even more frightened. The Zixiao Sword was a human warrior that Jian Qing had raised.
With their advancement in cultivation, they have evolved from blood soldiers to bone soldiers. Even if they attack with all their strength, they are difficult to defeat, but they are felled by this bastard like this.
The human body soldier is connected to the blood of the soldier master and possesses the spiritual imprint of the soldier master. The Zixiao sword broke suddenly, and Jian Qingsheng also suffered a lot of trauma. At least the Zixiao sword in his hand was half useless. Recast Yun
It takes a long time to recover and restore to the previous state.
Jian Qingsheng's complexion turned pale as he barely calmed down his shocked spirit. He had suffered such a huge loss for nothing, which he had never experienced even on the Heavenly Soldiers' Road.
call out!
He turned into a vague green shadow, stretched out his big hand, and grabbed the little fat man. But the little fat man's speed was always about the same, only slightly faster than him. After half a cup of tea, Jian Qingsheng stopped.
, his face was gloomy, almost dripping with water.
In front of a soul-suppressing monument, the little fat man shook his chubby calves, stuffed the last piece of Zixiao Sword into his mouth, chewed it twice and spit out a mouthful of waste, pointed at Jian Qingsheng and said: "Your qualifications are too poor.
You have gone back on your word and decided to expel you from the school, please go and don't bother me again."
Anger rushed to the door, and Jian Qingsheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. If he were a strong man, he would never be like this, but in front of him was a fat bastard who chewed his mouth without any mercy.
The human body soldier left him a pile of waste.
The little fat man seemed to be so proud that he didn't notice someone approaching from behind. He saw a big hand whizzing out and grabbing his little arm.
"You little thing, don't you dare do it again!" Captain Huoli gritted his teeth, and with his other hand, he pulled off the little animal skin that was hiding his shame.
"ah!"
The little fat man screamed in surprise. He suddenly struggled away, and Captain Huoli screamed strangely. He was thrown away by a huge force and fell into a pile of broken bones. Then, the little fat man's body flashed, and he disappeared in white.
In the vast forest of steles, a childish voice came, carrying a breath of frustration.
"It has been thousands of years since I have attained enlightenment, and you, a crooked melon, will be waiting for you!"
Xiao Yi's lips twitched slightly. Now he was sure that this little fat man was undoubtedly a human race, but his origins were probably very unusual. However, in this lost ancient battlefield, Jian Qingsheng was afraid that there was no way to capture him.
possible.
With a livid face, Jian Qingsheng put away half of the Zixiao Sword. He took a deep breath and managed to calm down. Although he was still a little congested, there was nothing he could do. He had already suffered this huge loss. Thinking about it in this ancient battlefield
It seemed almost hopeless to retrieve it now. He glanced around, and he did not intend to touch the remaining eight hundred-foot soul-crushing tablets to avoid causing trouble. Those suppressed among them were not ordinary alien strongmen, even if
The bones have been wiped away, but after life has evolved to a certain extent, it is not impossible to briefly revive and return to the world, so you need to proceed with caution.
Therefore, Jian Qingsheng turned his attention to those soul-suppressing monuments that were about ten feet tall. Even if there were aliens suppressing the soul-suppressing monuments of this level, their power was limited. After endless years, they might have been wiped away into ashes. Their
Life has not evolved to that point yet. Even if there are any changes, Jian Qingsheng can handle it. Of course, the premise is that he is not allowed to encounter that damn little fat man again.
After erasing the chubby figure from his mind, Jian Qingsheng snorted coldly and walked towards the outskirts of the Forest of Steles. He was feeling angry now and did not want to pay attention to Xiao Yi and others.
After all, he is still a young man. He is not frightened by favors or humiliations, nor can he express his joy and anger. It takes years to accumulate. Even after experiencing the hustle and bustle of the great era of science and technology and rolling around in the dyeing vat of society, Xiao Yi cannot do it. In his opinion, this world
The ancient earth was already too pure. People were sad when they died, and people had to pay for their lives. Revenge never lasted overnight. Although there were fetters, one could stick to one's true heart.
Next, these eight hundred-foot soul-crushing monuments became a forbidden area for everyone. Even if they were to rest and repair their injured bodies, Gu Feng and others also left this place.
The figure of the little fat man seemed to have disappeared. Walking in the vast forest of steles, Xiao Yi never found his trace again. Following the inexplicable call in his blood, Xiao Yi finally found a twenty-three-foot-tall soul-crushing stele.
There is nothing strange about the black and green stele. The restlessness coming from the depths of the bloodline comes from this soul-suppressing stele. The essence and blood of the wild dragon are so extraordinary that even if it is refined and fused by Xiao Yi and transformed into the bloodline, it will not
Still maintains a trace of spirituality.
Shi Gong once said that the cultivation of the human race and the exploration of the divine treasures in the human body are also the process of bloodline evolution. Bloodline is the foundation of life, and the evolution of bloodline is also a part of the evolution of life. The initial cultivation of the human race is because the spiritual will is not enough to communicate with the essence of heaven and earth.
You can only rely on devouring blood to strengthen your body. Among them, most of the desolate beasts that are devoured, and even the essence and blood of the strong, contain the essence of their blood. After being refined and fused into the physical body, in addition to strengthening your own Qi and blood, it is also
The process of tempering one's own bloodline and embracing all rivers. When the bloodline grows to a certain extent and is consistent with the spiritual will, this is the beginning of life evolution.
Xiao Yi understood that although he had refined and fused the ray of essence and blood of the desolate dragon, because the life level of the desolate dragon was too high, although his own human bloodline became stronger due to this, he still could not fully absorb it. He could only wait until
His cultivation is constantly improving, and his life level has evolved to a high enough level before he can slowly complete it. This is a matter of water grinding.
But now, Xiao Yi wanted to see what it was that stirred up the wild dragon essence in his bloodline.
Taking a deep breath, Xiao Yi's energy and blood were steaming all over his body. The wild dragon's essence and blood was stirred up, and the energy and blood all over his body became turbulent. The next moment, he took a step forward and launched the first style of the Barbaric Elephant Fist.
Although it is just a simple move, this wild elephant turn still bursts out with amazing power.
boom!
The soul-suppressing monument shook violently and made a violent roar. The sound even alarmed Jian Qingsheng in the distance. At this moment, he was also standing in front of a twenty-five-foot-tall soul-suppressing monument and felt the energy and blood belonging to Xiao Yi.
Jian Qingsheng's complexion changed slightly. He had underestimated it before. This person's physical body is strong and his qi and blood are strong. I'm afraid he is not weaker than the average Blood Refining Dzogchen.
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A corner of the Forest of Steles.
In front of the two twenty-foot-tall soul-crushing monuments, the expressions of Gufeng and Huohe, the two patriarchs, changed. They felt that Xiao Yi's energy and blood power was not inferior to the two of them, and the Huohe patriarch knew better.
, even he would not be able to catch Huoli's red copper Huntian Hammer with his bare hands.
After a moment, he sighed. There is a son of the Blood Stone Tribe like this. In addition, Shi Zhixuan is not an ordinary person, and there is a star of ten thousand miles with him. I am afraid that he may not stop at the middle blood tribe in the future, or even be promoted to the upper blood tribe. Really
It is not impossible to get into the eyes of the Thunder Sword Military Department.
In front of the twenty-three-foot soul-suppressing monument, Xiao Yi kept attacking. His energy and blood were rolling, as if there was no end. Even under the overflowing of the wild dragon essence and blood energy, every punch he fired was stronger than the previous one.
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