Chapter 421

Hu tower is working hard to collect the soul beads over there, while lance roots can only stare at them. This is the first time he has seen so many soul beads. He also wants them. There are many new people under his command who don't have them!

But Hu tower did not speak, he did not dare to step forward, who called his cultivation low! Although Hu tower is only under fengzimo's hand and Andrias doll's hand, his cultivation is already the peak of the seven robber God Emperor. He may enter the realm of the eight robber God Emperor at any time, and his soul skill has been cultivated for 200 years, which is not much more than his five robber God emperor.

Lance roots suddenly had a feeling of sadness and anger. At that time, he had such a good chance, but he couldn't win the world. It's only two hundred years since then. The opponent who had been trampled by himself has become so powerful that he can't catch up with one of his subordinates.

"These soul beads are specially condensed by you?" Wind son Mo and salamander doll by Xuanwu Saint this hand to shock can't speak, after a long time wind son Mo just asked.

"Concise? No, no! To be exact, it's just a piece of trash! The original energy has been absorbed by me, and these are just the remains. It's just because they originally come from the bodies of spirits, so they have a special affinity for the energy of spirits. For low-level practitioners, they are the treasures of cultivating spirits. " The basaltic Saint explained that the voice became weaker and weaker.

Fengzimo didn't notice the state of the Xuanwu saint for a moment, but was immersed in the shock of the soul bead. The salamander doll seemed to think of something, hesitated a few times before he said to fengzimo: "brother, how do I think the soul bead looks a bit like, a bit like..."

See salamander doll some hesitant, the wind son Mo urged: "have words to say quickly, don't delay time!"

"It's a bit like the excrement of this great saint!" When asked urgently, he had to gnash his teeth and say that he really didn't like to use this metaphor, but he didn't know what word to use to describe the birth process of soul bead for a while.

Fengzimo didn't think about it, but he was reminded by the salamander doll that it was so similar. If the fragments of spirits in front of him were regarded as an organism, wouldn't those spirits be his food, and the soul beads be his excrement?

With this thought, fengzimo suddenly felt disgusted. A group of people held a "Shiqiu ball" as treasure every day, and absorbed it into the sea of knowledge to refine. How could it all be like a pervert? Fengzimo was very afraid. He quickly turned his head to drive the idea out and looked at the Xuanwu Saint again.

Fengzimo found that the light on the fragments of the spirit of the Xuanwu saint was weakened. He quickly asked, "saint, you..."

"I'm about to disappear! In the past, after absorbing the energy, I fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the next opportunity, and finally for today, my task has been completed, and it's time to go! " The voice of the basaltic saint has become low.

"Holy One, is there anything else to charge?" Wind son Mo dark sigh a breath, know oneself also have no way to remedy, can only depressed of ask a way.

"Ha ha! If destiny can be expressed, it is not destiny! You just need to do it according to your heart, don't be so sad! For you, the future is infinitely possible. " There is a kind of unspeakable lightness in the words of the Xuanwu saint.

"Zimo has been taught!" The wind son Mo thought for a while, still very serious gave basaltic Saint line a gift.

"Oh, there's another thing. Rosefinch and white tiger should be in Hunyuan. You can look for them by yourself. Only when you gather the five element beads can there be hope!" Basaltic saint's voice has become more and more weak, the Andrias doll there can not feel what he is saying, can only look at the wind son Mo in surprise.

Thank you for your guidance Fengzimo bowed again. Just now, the Xuanwu Saint said that fate can't be expressed. Therefore, fengzimo didn't ask for the specific location of rosefinch and white tiger. He believed that everything would show up as soon as the reality arrived“ You can teach me For the wind son Mo very aware of what also did not ask, Xuanwu Saint quite satisfied.

"The sacrifice of the saints is in my heart!" The breeze son Mo serious reply way, although he still can't pass all things to string into a line, but already Mengpu of can guess what he will be facing, the real threat is absolutely not the soul repair clan.

"Well, it's over. I'll take you out now!" As soon as the Xuanwu saint's voice fell, fengzimo only felt a soft force holding him up. Before he could react, he found that he and the salamander doll had reached the entrance of the ghost spring.

Fengzimo wanted to say something, but the Xuanwu Saint didn't give him a chance at all. After meeting the Kirin saint, the green dragon saint and the Xuanwu Saint one after another, he has realized his responsibility. Came to the outside, the wind son Mo still feel some unreal feeling, standing silently did not speak.

The sudden appearance of fengzimo and salamander doll startled Hu tower, LANs roots and others. Although they appeared near the entrance, they obviously didn't climb up from the entrance.

"Marshal, general, are you ok?" Hu tower asked with concern. He could see that Fengzi Momo's mood was obviously wrong. Seeing that the salamander doll was still heartless, Hu tower felt relieved.

"Oh Hu tower was so a shout, wind son Mo immediately wake up, temporarily don't think about those things, it seems a look around the situation, and then asked: "how long have we been in?"

Fengzimo and salamander doll have been staying in the most central position, the flow of time is very fast, although he and salamander doll feel that they have been in you for more than four months, but it should not be long outside.

"Report to the commander, you and the general have entered a total of four hours, thirty-seven minutes and fifty-four seconds!" Hu tower very detailed answer way, this is the wind son Mo told him to record before, is to compare and calculate the time flow velocity of Hunyuan boundary.

"Well, have you put away all the soul beads just now?" Fengzimo asked his most concerned question again. The biggest purpose of this trip is to get more soul beads to improve the combat effectiveness of the Moro army.

"It's all here! I just counted it. There are more than 40000. Is that enough? " Hu tower said happily handed the three space rings to fengzimo, full of smile.

"It's a little less, but in the current situation, it's the only way, and I'm afraid there won't be any more soul beads in this world!" Wind son Mo said to the side of the Andrias doll motioned for a moment, let Hu tower will be filled with three soul bead space ring to the Andrias doll.

With that, fengzimo looked to one side and pitifully looked at his own lance roots, and said to him, "don't be jealous of my soul beads. When I get back to morrow army, I will distribute them to you according to needs."

"I dare not. It's all up to you, commander!" How dare lance roots say no? Strength is the basis of everything. Now lance roots only wants to live. Only if he lives can he have hope.

What's more, although the main spoils were taken away by the Moro army, Lance roots also collected a lot of soul beads when he helped to clean the battlefield. No matter fengzimo or salamander doll acquiesced to his practice, so lance roots did not get nothing.

Seeing the majesty of 8000 Moro troops sweeping Shura, Lance roots felt that he didn't have the courage to look up in front of fengzimo. If the Moro troops wanted to, they could sweep their Shura side in an instant with the same power, and he would not be stronger than Piero.

After repeated inspection, fengzimo gave the order to return to the camp. The purpose of this visit to the Sora Kingdom has basically reached the tone, and he met the Xuanwu saint by accident. Although according to the Xuanwu saint, this is all a fatalistic arrangement, fengzimo prefers to think that this is the result of his own initiative, Is that why someone always reminds him to keep his heart? Fengzimo takes LANs roots back to the world of ten sides. LANs roots follows fengzimo's "suggestion" and downsizes his army. Anyway, there is no threat of Shura, and there is no need to make the whole people all soldiers. Originally, there are only 50000 people in the team of more than 100000 people, but these 50000 people are absolutely elite, and the combat effectiveness of the whole army has been improved to a higher level.

There is no threat to the Shura people. Fengzimo instructs LANs roots to form a reserve. On the one hand, they will be on guard, on the other hand, they will train new people, so that even if the Shura people have residual sporadic personnel, they will not pose a threat to the soul Shura people

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Back to the world of ten, looking at the familiar environment, Lance roots could not help feeling that he had such an identity when he came to the world of ten again. Although he didn't kneel down to fengzimo, there was no big difference between this state and joining the Moro army.

Fengzimo was very busy. He went back to the base on Moro star for a turn. After looking around, he took 10000 Moro soldiers and 50000 soul cultivators of LANs roots back to the deserted city.

After arriving at the deserted city, fengzimo is relaxed. He leaves lance roots and his men to Yi Xuexue and Longjian. They will use a set of effective methods to train the soul cultivation clan, which fengzimo discussed with Yi Xuexue before starting.

Lance roots didn't have a temper at all in front of Yi learning and dragon sword, not only because of cultivation, but also because there are many places to learn from them. As time goes on, after a month, Lance roots admired Yi learning and dragon sword. He never thought that cultivation could do this, and the team could do this, We can still fight like this.

At the same time, Yi Xuexue and Longjian gradually got a deeper understanding of the hunxiu people, and saw the tenacity and iron cohesion of this race when they were exiled. No matter what requirements they put forward in training, they would be more strict with themselves than others in the Moro army and would not relax for a moment.

The pressure of survival is the most primitive motive force to make a race strong.