Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 59: Hibernation (7)

Outside Thousand Fish City, a large group of longevity cultists wearing heavy armor and holding sharp knives filed down.

In the Longevity Education, there are many handsome men and beautiful women, and even the fighters in the education are mostly tall, burly, and handsome young and middle-aged men.

Moreover, all the fighters have been carefully selected, and their height, body shape, and even face shape are similar. Coupled with the uniform armor and weapons, it looks very good at first glance, just like a well-managed fruit stall as pleasing to the eye.

Twelve old people, twelve old women, and a total of twenty-four masters of Changshengjiao with a childlike look and hair floated down from the wooden boat. The blood spurted all over them, and everyone was shining outward like a small light bulb.

This is a sign that the vitality is so abundant that the body cannot contain it.

Twenty-four masters lined up, hundreds of handsome men and beauties stood behind them, and behind them were nearly 10,000 elite soldiers.

This large-scale and surprisingly powerful army of Longevity Education stood in formation, and the twenty-four old men and women turned around and bowed deeply towards a black wooden boat nearly two hundred meters long in the middle. A gift.

"Vice teacher, please!"

Hundreds of young men and women, and nearly ten thousand elite soldiers shouted in unison: "Please ask the deputy leader."

Mist Blade Chief Palm Ling's face was extremely ugly, and he subconsciously stepped back.

His left arm was swept off with a shot by Wu Tie, the wound cracked again, and blood was spilled ‘tickly’.

"Huh."

A cold snort sounded softly, like a magic sound, a terrible concussion resounded in the brains of all the fog knives. The continuous magical sound shock struck, and the body of the fog knife present shook, and immediately vomited blood.

Originally, they were blown apart by the arrows ejected from Old Iron's arm, and the casualties were extremely heavy.

This cold snort was extremely powerful, and most of the fog knife killer present was shaken to death. Only the hundred or so strongest lucky guys barely managed to stabilize their bodies, and they continued to vomit blood in embarrassment.

A burly old man in a blood-colored robe, followed by dozens of pretty girls, walked out of the largest wooden boat in the middle, with a gloomy face, and took a deep look at the Master Palm of the Fog Blade.

"Mist Knife... Chief Commander? Very good, very kind... It has been many years, and I have not suffered such a loss in Changshengjia for many years."

"A branch hall was uprooted? Good, good, good, very good." The burly old man said solemnly: "Although the four of them, the four of them, are famous wastes in the religion, so they were sent here to wait. A remote place in a poor country."

"But even if it is a waste...No, even a useless dog, as long as it is our longevity teacher, it can only be killed by my longevity teacher, and it is not the turn of others to teach it."

He exhaled heavily, a large blood mist spread out behind the burly old man's head, and a huge sun flower looming in the blood fog, and countless strange tentacles quietly emerged behind the huge petals of the sun flower.

"Do you think about how to die? The third vice-master of the Old Longevity Sect Jia Zhengfeng... It will definitely meet your last requirement of dying."

The burly old man Jia Zhengfeng smiled deeply, and then a clear breeze came, and a wisp of blood enveloping a figure of Ruoyouruuowu, and it fell into his hands as fast as lightning.

Jia Zhengfeng was dumbfounded, and his face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Go to a few people and investigate thoroughly...The old man was dispatched to seal off all the children in and out of the tunnel in Thousand Fish City. How could they be killed?"

"This is the blood mark of the bird slave...this is the bird slave has something wrong...damn it."

Jia Zhengfeng roared furiously. From the blood mist behind him, dozens of black tentacles with the thickness of arms slammed out, entangled with the piercing whistle towards the head of the fog knife.

The Master Palm of the Mist Knife hesitated for a while, his body shook, his body suddenly became transparent, and then quickly merged into the air, disappearing without a trace.

Dozens of tentacles that seemed to be true and illusion entangled the three remaining masters of the fog knife.

In the blink of an eye, the three fog-knife masters in the high-rise realm hissed and screamed, and they were sucked into corpses by these tentacles.

Jia Zhengfeng's complexion has become more rosy again, so that blood can almost drip from the pores on his face. He sneered lowly: "Run, run, see where you can go?"

"The Cangyan Domain is your foundation, can you still escape from the Cangyan Domain?"

"Since the old man is dispatched personally this time, the entire Cangyan Region will naturally be subdued... those who obey me live, those who do not obey... the old man just wants to break through the realm, so let them be the old man's tonic. "

……

In the dimly lit abandoned mine pit, Wu Tie rushed with his arms around the broken head of the old iron half.

He ran wildly while weeping silently. He didn't know how long he ran, or where he ran. Finally, he hit a pillar in the mine tunnel and smashed the two-foot-thick pillar to pieces. Fell to the ground.

This is a mine room that can accommodate two to three hundred people. Some miners planted some luminous moss in the corner.

The mine has been abandoned for a long time, and the growth of the luminous moss is not very good. The little light shines, barely able to see the surrounding environment.

Wu Tie hugged the old iron in his arms and looked down at the faint light flowing on the head shell, and the old iron spouting from the seven orifices continuously.

Lao Tie's condition is obviously extremely bad, but Wu Tie doesn't know what to do.

"Old Iron...Old Iron..."

Wu Tie strongly hugged half of Lao Tie's head, and the wound on the top of Lao Tie's head had viscous juice gushing out. The warm juice was **** in color, but it was not plasma, but a strange juice condensed by energy. .

After the sap drips out, it takes about a few breaths, and it turns into fireflies-like light spots and evaporates.

The blood in Old Tie's pupils is dim, and there is a faint blue cold light flickering from time to time.

His voice came from deep in his head, erratic and weak.

"It's too long-winded, I can't hold it anymore... Hey, hurry up, look at my eyes, whatever you want."

Old Tie urged in a low voice.

Wu Tie gritted his teeth, and while crying, he leaned in front of Lao Tie and stared at one of his **** eyes.

"I thought that I didn't need the ones...I am not a teacher-type ancient **** soldier...I am...Yes..." Lao Tie grunted weakly, "But, it's okay...everything, everything This is the first time..."

Lao Tie's eyes suddenly lit up, and a gentle blood spurted from the core of his eyes, and hit Wu Tie's left eyeball straightly.

The blood light is not dazzling, the temperature is not high, and there is no lethality.

A wave of graphic information flowed into Wu Tie’s mind along the blood and light, as if he had read it thousands of times, and it was directly and deeply imprinted in the depths of his mind, as if it were carved with a carving knife. On the Jinshi, the memory is deep and unforgettable forever.

What followed was the rapid consumption of the golden ball of light in Wu Tie's eyebrows.

This kind of direct information transmission is directly at the expense of Wutie’s mental power, and it is an irreversible loss.

After Wu Tie stimulated the supernatural powers of his talents, he inexplicably realized the supernatural powers of Haoran righteousness. These days, he polished day and night, his soul power increased rapidly, and his spiritual power became extremely pure and powerful.

His mental power today is dozens of times that of ordinary people.

With the constant input of Lao Tie, Wu Tie's upper limit of spiritual power is constantly shrinking, his brain stings, and his soul power is constantly losing.

All kinds of weird knowledge are constantly pouring in.

If Wu Tie was an ordinary person, and a large amount of information was so overbearing in his mind, that person would have broken his soul and turned into a mental illness.

Wu Tie resisted the tingling pain in his mind, and tried his best to receive the message from Lao Tie.

His soul power is enough, his mental power is enough to burn, enough to consume.

While using this magic method to send messages, Old Tie muttered to himself: "Listen to me, little guy, grandpa, this time I was capsized in the gutter... No wonder who, grandpa, I have the problem. ……"

"Hey, the dog didn't know who he was hitting like that back then... His body was badly deficient. Grandpa, I have countless skills, and I can't use his body to show it."

"Grandpa, although I am great, there is only one head left..."

"That Guo Quenu, she is weird... From now on, avoid them..."

"Remember, only when you survive, there are endless possibilities...Living is the foundation of everything... When you die, you are dead, there is nothing left..."

"The things I passed to you, the things that appeared in my mind inexplicably, you can learn if you are interested, and just learn if you are not interested... I also think it’s very strange, how can I have so much in my mind? Things that have nothing to do with my job..."

"But, for the follow-up practice of building a foundation, you must remember...you must practice well..."

""Yuanshijing", this is after the foundation-building style, from the sense profound realm, the heavy building realm, the life pool realm, the fetal store realm...and, a higher realm..."

""Yuanshijing", as the name suggests, this is my creator, those great old guys, that is, your ancestors, those old guys deduced, the most complete and perfect cultivation method..."

"Slow, but point to the ultimate of everything, point to the source of the primitive chaos..."

"The "Yuanshijing" is the root of all cultivation methods. It is all-encompassing and the origin of all cultivation methods..."

"Although it was finally abandoned, no one really chose to practice it, just because its cultivation speed was too slow. At that time, what we needed was speed and the efficiency of breaking the boundary..."

"So although the old guys speculate that the "Yuanshijing" is the most perfect method, no one chooses it..."

"I hope that no matter what you encounter in the future, no matter how great the exercises you get in the future, don't abandon the "Yuanshijing"..."

"Continue to practice, unswervingly practice...If you don't have resources, just grab and fight, and use all means to obtain resources..."

"I want to see if the "Yuanshijing" is the most perfect exercise like those old guys..."

"We...brothers like me...Everyone has a copy of the "Yuanshijing" recorded in their minds...this is a kind of fire, and those old guys are already prepared for the misfortune... "

"Since it is a kind of fire... Lao Tzu may be the only one who inherited the "Yuan Shi Jing"..."

"Hey, for this credit...it's a pity that Yang Jian is dead, otherwise, I will definitely let him restore Lao Tzu's title and promote Lao Tzu to the third rank... Hey... It's a pity that Yang Jian is dead. ……"

The golden light in Wu Tie's eyebrows is burning, and his soul power is constantly weakening.

A huge amount of graphic information is constantly pouring in. In addition to the "Yuan Shi Jing", there are all kinds of weird knowledge.

Wu Tie was not in the mood to sort out the knowledge in his mind. He just hugged Lao Tie tightly and silently received the information from him.

The blood in Old Iron's eyes gradually dimmed, and a large amount of blood-like flames burst out of his seven orifices. With a few sounds of ‘kaka’, his head shell cracked with fine cracks.

A large amount of cold air sprayed from the cracks in his head, and Wu Tie's arms were covered with a thin layer of frost.

"Don't be sad, don't cry...Grandpa, I am not so easy to die..."

"In the future, I will come across some relics left over from ancient times...Go and dig to see...If I can find a backup body of the same style as my grandfather, I can still survive grandpa..."

"Ah, yeah, yeah, grandpa, I won’t die...just dormant..."

"Remember, grandpa, I am not dead, I will not die, grandpa I just dormant, grandpa I have been by your side..."

"If you are lucky, grandpa, I will be back soon..."

"It's different from the previous slumber..."

"I didn't see any hope for Grandpa before. Grandpa I was completely desperate, so I chose to slumber of self-giving up..."

"But this time, grandpa, I was forced to sleep, but grandpa is full of hope in my heart... so don't worry, although the injury is a bit miserable, who knows if we have a chance to meet again?"

Old Tie's voice became extraordinarily gentle and kind, just as gentle and kind as an old man who likes to chatter, shrinking in a corner to bask in the sun while laughing and comforting his grandson.

"Little guy, remember one thing...Your ancestors are great, your bloodline is great...Don't be sorry for your ancestors, don't be sorry for your bloodline..."

"Pangu Miao, after Yanhuang...all the time, keep my waist upright!"

Old Iron’s head shell cracked and completely cracked, and wisps of extremely magnificent and incomparable thin rays of light spurted from his head shell, illuminating this mine room with a radius of nearly 100 meters.

In the head shell of the old iron, there is a ball of light, a ball of magnificent light.

Countless rays of light criss-cross ~IndoMTL.com~ Numerous simple and complex runes and patterns are surging in the light.

In Lao Tie's brain, his brain is such a light, magnificent and magnificent, as if it is full of infinite vitality.

A faint blue crack pierced the ball of light, and the voice of Old Iron sighed faintly. The countless slender streamers collapsed and compressed inward, and gradually the light dimmed.

In the end, a crystal brain, the size of a baby's fist, suspended in front of Wu Tie.

The crystal brain is bright and shiny, with countless fine and complex sections on the surface. When you look carefully at each section, there are countless ancient words and runes looming. On a section with a large sesame seed, such words and runes There are at least hundreds of thousands of them.

"Old Tie, this is you?" Wu Tie held this exquisite crystal brain tightly in his hand, gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "I will definitely wake you up... your body collapsed. I must help you find a new body."

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