Chapter 644

At the same time, Qitian mountains, sanqingyuan.

The whole urn City, on the side near the wild plain, has been completely dyed brown by blood. Even standing on the high wall, the pungent smell of blood is as thick as the essence, as if the whole person was immersed in the sea of blood.

After years of bloody battles, the monks stationed in the urn city changed one group after another. The old people could live to no more than 30% now.

But these 30% have become real soldiers. Even an ordinary nine turn friar has a look like a fierce beast.

Hu Shan is one of them!

After squatting in the bunker, Hu Shan moved his body, took out a pot of drunk immortal wine with his left hand and took a hard sip.

On his right shoulder, there was a ferocious wound, which almost cut his shoulder blade into two pieces. Even if he had been coated with a layer of green ointment, the blood still seeped outward. His right hand hung on the ground, where a small blood pool of several feet had been accumulated.

On both sides of him, two friars fell in a pool of blood in an irregular posture. One had almost been cut off, and the other's head had been cut off in half, all of which had fallen.

Such scenes are everywhere on this hundreds of feet long wall.

When did the new friars see such a scene, and almost everyone was hurt, many of them sobbed, mixed with a low wail, as if it was the sadness and music from hell, which was chilling.

Hu Shan glanced at the new monks with disdain in his eyes, but he didn't bother to answer. He took a few more mouthfuls of wine before he took the wine pot back.

Spread out his left hand, there was a common Xumi ring in the palm, wearing a beast tendon, pinched it in his hand and hung it around his neck.

Before the battle of chaos began, he only had Yuanying's peak accomplishments, but over the past few years, he has the resources in exchange for military achievements, coupled with his perception between life and death. Now he has changed his accomplishments three times, which is a miracle.

But that's just an external statement. Only he knows what he depends on to live up to now and make such rapid progress in cultivation

"The boss doesn't know where he is now... The prince of Xuanlong Dynasty came a few days ago, but he doesn't even know where the boss is. He just heard that he went to central China..."

"In a few days, I will be able to take turns. At that time, with my military skills, I don't know if I will have a chance to open my eyes in China..."

"And the little girl, I heard something had happened to her at that time, and I cried once. Hehe... The little guy should have grown up a lot now?"

"However, the barbarian's offensive is becoming more and more fierce. In recent days, even the nine mountain barbarian emperor has sent out several times... I don't know if I can survive that time..."

Hu Shan sighed and stretched out his left hand to wipe the ointment scattered by blood on his right shoulder blade. After the severe pain, it is very itchy now, which is the feeling brought by the rapid growth of muscles.

However, the ointment given by Xiang Yang is really wonderful. Without the resources of that ring, he doesn't know how many times he has died. How can he be promoted three times?

The barbarians had retreated and rushed out of the passage behind the urn City, cleaning the battlefield and transporting the wounded. Hu Shan's injury was not serious here. Several monks who came to him gave him an apologetic smile, so they were busy to go aside first and pick up the body.

Behind them, followed by a haggard old man, holding a black crystal in his hand, was the soul summoning officer who was specially responsible for collecting soul seals. After these soul seals were collected, they were placed in a special place. If they were lucky or hard in the background, they would soon be assigned to a body. Of course, no one would ask where the object to be robbed came from.

Just for a moment, the urn was already full of people coming and going. According to convention, the next attack by the barbarians would be at least two hours apart.

Over the years, the two sides have already established customary rules. At this time, the barbarians should also be cleaning the battlefield outside the urn. After taking the alive back, the eagles in the air will take away the bodies they left. At least during this period, the urn is safe.

Several pretty young women repaired their hands and feet quickly to a monk a few feet away. After stopping the blood, several low-level monks carried him on a stretcher.

That guy's whole arm was turned into meat mud by the barbarian's flying shovel. He can't get it if he wants to continue. He can't have a chance to recast his body until he reaches the Three Kingdoms of immortality, but this kind of disciple of the small sect basically has no hope.

Hu Shan took a deep breath and couldn't help praising his luck. In a few years, he suffered countless injuries, but at least he was lucky to have sound limbs.

Just after a moment of pride, an alarm suddenly came up in his heart. Hu Shan reacted in an instant because of the intuition cultivated by fighting for many years. As soon as his divine knowledge changed, he directly summoned a defense magic weapon at the peak of the treasure, which turned into a green light and wrapped him up.

Across the blue light, I saw a sea of fire suddenly passing over the urn, straight away in the direction of sanqingze. The sea of fire was everywhere. Even if it was thousands of feet away, the urn still turned into a hell in an instant.

Not far away, the nuns and some low-level friars carrying stretchers could not even make a miserable cry, so they turned into several torches. The blazing flame directly tore all their vocal cords. They could only open their mouths in vain, let out a hiss of "Lotus" and turn into charred bones after taking a few steps.

On the whole urn City, at least 99% of the thousands of friars fell directly at this moment, and some were old birds like Hu Shan. After their intuition was wrong, they immediately reacted and summoned magic weapons to protect themselves.

However, not everyone has treasures of this level. A moment later, half of these surviving monks failed to carry them, and the magic weapons were assimilated into ashes.

Hu Shan's forehead has exuded a little oily light. Even with the protection of the peak treasure, the high temperature that can almost melt gold and iron still makes the blue light of this magic weapon vibrate sharply. I don't know how long it can last.

Fortunately, the sea of fire came and went quickly. It swept a hundred miles away in a moment, and the temperature fell in an instant.

In the distance, the sea of fire has reached the edge of sanqingze, stopped castration, and walked out of the sea of fire, a giant composed entirely of fire. He is indomitable and exudes a dignity that people can't look directly at. His eyes are like the sun, flashing a dazzling red light, and quietly looked down at the meeting.

Then, with a light palm, he pressed it down!