"Qing Deng thanks the donor for his enlightenment." Looking at the sincere face of Qing Deng, Zhou Jin shook his head, "The authorities are just confused. Even without Zhou Jin's words, for the master, a breakthrough in his state of mind is only a matter of time."
"Perhaps in the eyes of the benefactor, it is just a matter of days, but Yu Qingdeng is a hundred years old. Qingdeng will be with the master now. I don't know when I will see you again. This Yunhua Sutra hopes that the benefactor will not refuse." Seeing the sincerity on Qing Deng's face, Zhou Jin nodded. You may think it doesn't matter, but it is indeed a favor to Qing Deng, and not giving him a chance to repay his kindness would be a hindrance to his cultivation.
Qing Deng stepped out of the tent slowly, and suddenly, there was a burst of Buddha's light behind him. Qing Deng, who had already woken up, slowly turned around and looked around. The Buddha's light shone everywhere and the golden lotus was in full bloom. However, that figure deeply shocked Qing Deng's heart, "Amitabha." Qing Deng said the Buddha's name and retreated.
"Master." "I saw it. I never thought it was the phantom of King Ming. But I am so wise. Let's go. Everyone has their own path." After hearing this, Qing Deng nodded as if he had some understanding. Then he left with Master Shi. Looking at the Yunhua Sutra dissipating in front of his eyes, Zhou Jin knew that Qing Deng's feelings were serious. Stepping out of the tent, only a faint ray of light shone past. 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 own blood essence. At this rate, it seemed impossible to complete all the refining within one or two years. Looking at the oxen in front of Zhou Jin's tent, everyone looked back at the mounts behind them, and a sense of superiority suddenly arose.
There was an exchange of glances between each other, and then Lanling Shidao probed the tent where Zhou Jin was, and nodded to everyone in an instant. Everyone who knew what was in their minds immediately said hello to the subdued mount behind him.
When Zhou Jin regained her energy and blood and stepped out of the camp, all she saw was the beaten cow carrying injuries all over its body. Looking at the twelve Huntian beasts around him, Zhou Jin was speechless, these bitches. Without saying anything, Zhou Jin vaguely remembered the sense of vitality he felt when he broke through the state of mind, and finally had some understanding of how quickly he could recover from the previous bullback and how to use the vitality seal.
No longer hesitating, Zhou Jin, who had realized something in his heart, started to form a seal with his hands, and immediately a vitality seal condensed, and the scarred cow gradually became more energetic. Feeling the changes in the cow, and looking at the vitality seal in his hand, Zhou Jin slowly inserted the vitality seal into the cow's body.
When the vitality seal entered the body, Zhou Jin's mind also entered it. This feeling was very strange to Zhou Jin, and the wounds on the back of the cow began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Everything in front of him subverted Zhou Jin's understanding of the past. If the vitality seal is condensed vitality, then what about the death seal?
If the feeling when the vitality seal enters the body is correct, it should be able to condense again in Bei Niu's body. If it does not dissipate, then how does the re-condensed vitality seal condense? The life force of the cow on its back? Does the practice of Death Seal require the power of death? Seeing that the injured cow gradually recovered, Zhou Jin collected her thoughts and returned to the camp again.
Seeing the word "use with caution" behind Pluto's seal of life and death, Zhou Jin finally understood the meaning. Without thinking about it, Zhou Jin continued to refine his own blood essence. The growth of strength is the king.
When the time limit expired, Zhou Jin stepped out of the camp and practiced battle formations and grand formations with everyone. The new captain was also a monk, but he practiced with his hair in his hair. His gorgeous cassock almost blinded Zhou Jin's eyes. This is a rich monk, and he is also a powerful monk. Zhou Jin, who felt a little sense of it, commented on the annihilation of all living beings when they met for the first time.
Time passed quietly like this inadvertently. In the blink of an eye, it has been a year. The integration with the mount and the control of the battle formation have reached a new level. After the rest period, everyone officially began to enter the battlefield.
In the year of Lost Fang, Zhou Jin once again understood the situation that he and others had to deal with. The low-level battlefield was just a place for the armies of the three religions and the Barbarian God Tribe, one of the five peak tribes, to hone their tribes, which would determine the final battlefield of the civilized war. They are all in the newly opened Zongheng Three Days, and there, the realm of the sect master is just a threshold.
"Report, there seems to be traces of barbarian army activities in the Ziwu Valley five hundred miles ahead." Hearing this, Yiye Chan nodded and asked people to continue to inquire. Taking out the map, Ichiyechan began to look at the surrounding strongholds and battlefield distribution map.
In Ziwu Valley, Gongziyu, the son of the Panshi Tribe, ambushed 200,000 troops and was waiting. "My lord, the 100,000 troops sent by the Lingshan tribe to assist have been exposed by the other side's spies. The other side's legion is already five hundred miles away." "Understood."
"Report, the spies have found out that there are no less than 30,000 troops ambushed in the strategic area of Ziwu Valley ahead." "Stop the march, spread out the scouts in all directions, and set up a large covering formation." In the Ziwu Valley, "My lord, the enemy's 100,000 troops are now there. Set up a large covering formation four hundred miles away." "Tune the dragon to explore the land thousands of miles away." "Yes."
On the hill, Yiye Chan carefully examined the information in front of him. The ambush in Ziwu Valley was something Yiye Chan had not expected. Firstly, this was not a battleground for military strategists, and secondly, it was not the best place for an ambush. Why did the group set up an ambush here? The key is that this is the only way for him and others to go to the garrison. Could it be said that the forward stronghold has been lost?
However, he and others did not receive the message. The message just transmitted from the communicator also stated that the front was still under the control of the three religious legions. So how did this group of people get here? Looking at the battlefield distribution map again, Yiye Chan gradually looked towards Xie Yang Mountain. Could it be here?
"Ask Liuyun Guards to see if there is still contact with Jie Yang Mountain, and report to the legion station where Ming Sheng Tianzun is located. More than 100,000 troops have been found in Ziwu Valley. The forward stronghold is still in our hands, but there is a danger of being flanked. Ordered The legion is setting up defenses, setting up the Chenwei Sword Formation, level one alert." "Sir, do you really want to prepare the Chenwei Sword Formation? The current legion resources can only set up the Chenwei Sword Formation twice at most."
"On the battlefield, don't take any chances. If you can quietly capture Buwu Ziwu Valley in Jieyang Mountain, the opponent is definitely not an easy person. If you run out of resources, you can earn more, but if you lose people, it will be really difficult. What's more, there is nothing. If I hadn't had a trace of luck in my heart last time, Qingfengwei wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses. Even if we were the victors in the end, it would still be a failure for me. Pass the order." "Yes. .”
In Ziwu Valley, Gong Ziyu carefully looked at the map in front of him. Taking down Jie Yang Mountain had already completed this trial. However, for Gong Ziyu himself, all this was not enough. He was the son of the new tribe. The halo and honor on his body destined him to be accompanied by glory throughout his life.
