Legend of Swordsman Chapter 4470: Choose corpses

In the coffin, the dead body is soaring.

A solid black fog condenses into the sky, covering the sun and the moon.

A variety of coffins, such as wooden coffins, sarcophagi, and bronze coffins, are lying quietly in the mountains, waiting for someone to choose them.

The elder Elder Wind stepped in the void and stood with his hands down, looking at Jian Wushuang and selecting the coffin faintly.

"Shuang Shuang, there are **** corpses all over this coffin. The corpses of these **** corpses are different in their lives. They range from ordinary star-studded princes to scarred priests, even to this seat. You can find all the five-marked Xu Shi in this coffin.

The cultivation of these **** corpses before their death is indeed an important part worthy of reference. After all, this largely determines the future growth of this **** corpse.

However, you must not select the corpses according to their height, because the fit of the corpses with you is more important than the cultivation of the corpses before their death.

There were a lot of new disciples who had just started to practice Shenzong. They only selected the high-level corpses for cultivation, but in the end, not only could they not refine the corpses, but they did n’t make progress by themselves. The most important thing is He was also back bitten by the corpse of God, and died in vain.

Such examples are endless. You can understand what the old man means.

So, Wushuang, the most important thing in selecting the corpse is to look at the degree of fit with you. As for the degree of fit, the old man can only say that you rely on your first feeling to see the beads. "

"Does it fit?"

Jian Wu's eyes flashed a fascination, and he walked towards the first coffin.

It was a wooden coffin lying quietly in front of him. As soon as he approached the wooden coffin, Jian Wushuang felt a blast of Jin Ge's killing spirit coming!

In an instant, sword Wushuang seemed to fall into the blood of the corpses, thousands of horses, and thousands of horses. A burly man wearing a battle armor, a black iron helmet, and a silver mask was standing in the cosmic sky. , The slaughter aspect, iron hoof flattened in all directions!

The Elder Moose felt the spread of Jin Ge's killing in the wooden coffin, and nodded his head and said, "Mist Shuang, this man is Wu Kang, the first warlord of the former Taiyin gods' dynasty. Although the repair is lower, only eight stars, less than trace level, but fortunately, rich experience in actual combat, life-long killing, and going through thousands of battles, if you can make it a **** corpse, you must have a personal protection general in the future ! "

Jian Wushuang nodded after hearing the words. Without much hesitation, he took his hand off the wooden coffin cover and headed to the second coffin next to it.

Although Jian Wushuang's Void Universe is this time to help the gods inquire about the news, there are ways to improve their strength right now. Naturally, they will not be missed. It is easy.

According to the chat between Jian Wushuang and Elder Moose along the way, he also learned that once the corpse in this coffin has been refined, this corpse will never betray forever except in extreme circumstances.

Along the way, whether it ’s a relative or a friend, you may turn your face for a chance, a good fortune, and fight hard, endlessly.

But the corpse in the coffin will not. It can be said that once the corpse belonging to yourself is refined, then this corpse is equivalent to one of your strongest avatars!

The second coffin is a bamboo coffin.

Jian Wushuang just put his hand up, and heard Elder Feng said, "The corpse in this bamboo coffin is a contemporary maiden of Haoyue Xianmen a thousand years ago. In that year, he created a feat of eight-star cultivation, which charmed a trace-level virtuoso and lured him!

Mist Shuang, if you can refine this **** corpse, it will also be greatly improved for you, and you can use it as an unexpected dark chess. "

However, after experiencing it carefully, Jian Wushuang still shook his head, took his hand away, and walked towards the third coffin.

"Are you dissatisfied?"

Elder Moose Wind frowned. In his opinion, the two **** corpses just now have a high degree of agreement with the sword Wushuang. Once it is not too high, Jian Wushuang is easy to control refining. Second, Just now, these two dead corpses were both gifted superiors. Although they died horizontally, their growth was extremely high.

If Jian Wushuang can refine it at this time, he will definitely become Jian Wushuang's left and right arm in the future.

However, he knows nothing. In fact, the sword is unparalleled. If you convert it according to the realm of the two universes, it will already be a mark-level false soldier.

As for the two swords, the refining can not provide any help for Jian Wushuang.

After five coffins, Jian Wushuang all stayed for a short time, then they shook their heads without hesitation.

After half an hour, Jian Wushuang has already reached the mid-mountainside position of the Coffin Mountain.

In these five coffins, there are Tianjiao, who was amazingly talented during his lifetime, but was strangled, and there are extreme gods of war in all directions, but they have not entered the eyes of Jian Wushuang.

Elder Wind Moose saw this, and his brows were more and more frowning.

"Mist double, don't let your eyes down!"

Finally, Elder Moose could not help but whispered.

"Uh."

Jian Wushuang heard the words and looked back at Elder Moose Wind, then touched his nose and said, "Elder Moose Wind, I have something in mind."

"What's in your heart?"

The elder Elder Feng laughed a little when he heard the words, and murmured in his heart, "Okay, I'll take a look at that seat. What kind of **** body will you choose!"

Embracing this idea, Elder Moose Wind simply stopped talking and closed his eyes to let Jian Wushuang choose.

Time passes slowly.

Jian Wushuang has already reached the position of the mid-mountain. At this position, there are fewer and fewer Tianjiao who once shined in the universe but were strangled by various circumstances. In their place, there are some real ones. Suppressing the invincible power of nine days and ten places in the universe, the mark-level vagrant!

This cosmology is higher than the native sword universe of Swordsman Warriors and more powerful than the swordsman native universe, but the trace level is still the master of the universe in the universe that can control the storm and control one side of the universe. !!

Jian Wushuang's speed has slowed down. He no longer just touches some coffins, but feels that the corpse has been repaired in the coffin and chooses to leave.

He started a process of thinking.

Elder Elkwind thought that Jian Wushuang would be in this position. When selecting some **** corpses, Jian Wushuang's footsteps went up again.

One mark ...

Two marks ....

Jian Wushuang's footsteps did not stop.

"The idiot who is not greedy enough to eat snakes!"

The elder Wind Mochi suddenly felt itchy, and his impression of the sword unparalleled fell sharply.

You know, Jian Wushuang is picking the **** corpse. In fact, from another perspective, Shen Wushuang is also picking the sword corpse.

The corpses of the gods before were still low, and they were almost allowed to be screened by Jian Wushuang. Whichever one you want, you can take the refining directly.

At the middle of the coffin, there are some one- and two-marked corpses, although the realm of their lives far surpassed Jian Wushuang. In theory, Jian Wushuang can never be refined.

But Jian Wushuang's talent is amazing, but it is a black light, enough to stand by with the ancestors of the refining gods, and these trace-level **** corpses are not impossible to be refined by Jian Wushuang. .

But looking at Jian Wushuang, it is clearly the rhythm to reach the summit!

What's not stupid?