"Alright. ”

After collecting the merits, Thirteen Lang threw out a spear casually, and there was already a strong battle waiting for the lieutenant general to catch it, and after saying thank you, he jumped away, attracting the envy of many people around, and even a few laughs and scolds.

Many monks gathered next to him and followed Thirteen Lang to process the Soul Breaking Spear, but unfortunately only a few people succeeded, and the rest of the people either couldn't be activated at all, or the power was not enough to waste mana;

It's not that they're dumber than the Burning Soul Monks back then, it's the difference in materials. Thirteen Lang requested that the main thorn should be at least purple mosquito level, and the overhaul should be silver level, and the difficulty could not be the same.

"Sir, true magic skills!" Meng Fanlin was admiring, his voice was somewhat resentful;

"There is a specialization in art, and refining weapons is my profession. ”

War requires concerted efforts to improve the whole. Since the convergence with the first team of demon cultivators, Thirteen Lang has started the production of the Soul Breaking Spear, not afraid of slowness, but resolutely refusing to stop. Don't be in a hurry to continue to work, get up and inspect the surrounding cultivators, sometimes opening his mouth to point out, and telling the key.

No one can survive alone in the sea of mosquitoes, Hugh said that those ordinary monks can't even Thirteen Lang. The reason why some people survived was not because of how brave they were or how strong they were, but because they had sacrificed enough to support them in the past to hold on until now.

Those who can't wait for reinforcements will come at a time, so they despair, die in wailing, in fighting, or in madness and give up. Become the food in the belly of the demon mosquito. Thinking about it the other way, the demon mosquitoes are actually not easy, there is no food on the second floor in the dream, and they have to kill each other to ensure that some of them survive. A large number of demon cultivators suddenly poured in, and although the demon mosquitoes suffered heavy losses, the demon mosquitoes that survived because of this were all more fierce, more ruthless, and of course more powerful.

The sea of mosquitoes is boundless, and I don't know how long the battle will last. The Soul Weariness Ant is consumed all the time. The number has dropped from 30,000 to less than 20,000, which is equivalent to nearly 10,000 Jiedan monks being killed, and the losses are not heavy. This is the case. Sustained combat power is far more important than a moment of ferocity; Shisanlang has never thought of conquering the world alone. Naturally, he went back to his old business.

Use ready-made materials to make enough Soul Breakers in the easiest and fastest way. The benefits are in the long run.

For the current Thirteen Lang, this kind of magic weapon with rough workmanship and the only requirement is precision is of average quality and power, but in terms of battlefield use, the Soul Breaker Spear is most suitable for dense mosquito swarms, and it can sweep out a passage tens of meters long with a single launch. For those exhausted demon cultivators and battles, it is no less than a long drought.

What is especially important is that the Soul Breaking Spear can be activated by magic crystals without damaging the spirit at all, and it can also be urged by mana, and the cultivators can choose it as appropriate, and it can be recycled and continued after use; as soon as it is put into the battlefield, it becomes a supreme weapon that everyone wants to obtain quickly, and it is even more popular than a high-grade magic weapon. As a result, some of the demons remembered the past, and only then did they understand why Thirteen Lang was able to gain a foothold in the Burning Spirit in the first place and become close friends with the Holy Son.

"All monks, regardless of their clan, cultivation, or condition, must learn to make the Soul Breaker Spear as much as possible. I really can't learn, and I consciously go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, and the time is twice as long as that of others, until I die in battle. ”

The military order was like a mountain, and Shisanlang's words were so strict that they were not close to people, and several rescued bigwigs not only did not resist, but took the lead in resolutely implementing them. For the rest of their lives after the catastrophe, no one knows better than them the dangers of mercy on the battlefield.

More than 10,000 soul-weary ants died, and the buffer in exchange was enough for some demon cultivators to recover their vitality and pick up new weapons and put them on the battlefield one after another; after the most difficult period, a virtuous circle was successfully established, and then things were logical, the demon cultivator team became stronger and stronger, and the assault speed became faster and faster, and the impression of Thirteen Lang in the mind of the demon cultivator changed, from a "legendary hero" to a "real friend", and gradually established authority.

In the following year, this team successively received three demon cultivators, and because it could provide a long enough recovery time, its strength was climbing step by step, getting stronger and stronger.

In a large-scale war, a single weapon cannot change the overall situation, but in the case of a local battle, the timely birth of a suitable weapon is enough to change the seemingly decisive outcome, and precedents abound.

Growing up in the war, this team has now reached five hundred, six major races, dozens of refined ones, including the thirteen Lang, there are as many as seven people. It's a pity that Huo Linglong's recovery speed is slow, and the demon cultivator who joined after the last is too seriously injured, and the real top-level combat power is still only Thirteen Lang, Monk Dao, Meng Fanlin, and the arrow cultivator named Zang.

It needs to be mentioned that Zang's strength is stronger than Thirteen Lang estimated, and after the convergence, he encountered the two-headed golden mosquito again, and the arrows fired by Zang not only shot through the body of the golden mosquito, but also caused a heavy blow to the invisible ghost, which really surprised Thirteen Lang. He fires not strictly an arrow, but a rotating awl that, when it enters his body, swells like a blown ball, grinding his opponent from the inside out until it becomes a mass of minced meat.

The ghost is unlucky, if it doesn't fuse with the golden mosquito, it's fine, it happens that it is in the body of the demon mosquito, like mist scattered in every corner, it is a good thing to deal with ordinary people, and it encounters this kind of "arrow" that strangled from the inside to the outside without leaving any dead ends, and meets the nemesis.

In this way, with the addition of the dumb aunt, and the assistance of the monk Dao, Meng Feifei also helped, and Thirteen Lang was able to kill the ghost. The bad thing is that the dumb aunt can't help but swallow a lot of dark qi in the battle, and according to Meng Feifei's words, the degree of depravity is deepening day by day.

"Don't care about that for now, and only then can you think about sublimation. ”

Swallowing the Dark Qi can make the dumb aunt strong, and it is impossible for Thirteen Lang to stop it. In fact, if the dumb aunt himself did not want to, he would have liked her to try the chain, but to see what it was like to fall.

"Will you even forget me?"

Shisanro shook his head, resolutely disbelieving.

With such a rectification and cultivation, the situation is going in a better direction day by day, and the demon cultivator's fighting spirit is getting higher and higher, the only thing that puzzles everyone is that although he has the ability to increase the speed of the assault faster, Thirteen Lang is unwilling to do that. If there is no big thing, it will be enough, once he kills the golden mosquito king, especially the two-headed golden mosquito, he will always let the monk build a high platform together, sing and dance the magic degree, I don't know what the hell is going on.

Don't think that the demon cultivators have no knowledge, the biggest difference between the demons and the spiritual realm is that they neither believe in Buddhism nor Taoism, and they all speak by race. Quite at the beginning, the fundamental reason for the chaotic preaching of the Lingmiao Dharma Venerable was that there was chaos there, but in a well-regulated Demon Domain territory, such things as preaching and promoting faith would be rejected, and it was easy to leak the truth.

Based on this inheritance habit, although the Demon Cultivator knew the reincarnation of ghosts and creatures, few people believed in the theory of transcendence, even if it was the two major soul cultivation races, the Shining Spirit and the Demon Soul Cultivator.

Demon cultivators believe in strength, believe in battle and courage, chant scriptures and dance swords to exorcise demons and kill demons, and also practice spells to do something.

No matter what the demon cultivator thinks, Thirteen Lang resolutely follows the strategy of taking one step, clearing one place, cutting off one finger, and leaving no trouble. Now, except for the golden mosquito appearing to intervene in the battle, most of his energy is devoted to directing the production of the Soul Breaking Spear and studying the three iron chains. It's a pity that there has been little progress, and there is not much to gain except for a vague feeling that it is related to the way of life and death.

"Go back and ask King Agu, well, there's still a matter of life and death contracts. ”

At the beginning, he was impulsive, but now it has gradually become a thorn in his heart, and seeing that the Taoist Academy is about to begin, Thirteen Lang feels more and more that the life and death contract is wrong, and he needs to find a way to remove it.

"Take your time, the Lord is out of the customs. ”

Thinking like this in his heart, Thirteen Lang stood up and walked around, sometimes instructing the monks of various clans to find precision in the subtleties. After turning around, Thirteen Lang noticed that the two monks were about to finish their work, so he jumped up to the stage and looked into the distance, as if looking for some trace.

"What are you looking at?"

The Fire Maiden soon followed, but the Big Grey hunched her. The monks next to him packed up their things, and they all stepped forward and looked out along Thirteen Lang's line of sight.

"Any questions?"

"There are fewer and fewer golden mosquitoes. Responding casually, Thirteen Lang's voice was slightly heavy.

"Isn't that bad?" Noticing Thirteen Lang's expression, all three of them were puzzled.

"It's not bad, it's not normal. ”

At the end of the excess, the surrounding demon mosquitoes gradually thinned out, and Shisanlang issued a homing order, saying, "There is still a team in the south, which is very strong. ”

The monks and Taoists were all stunned, looking at each other, as if they were still the same question just now.

"Isn't that good?"

"Well, it's not good. ”

"Why?" the monk became more and more puzzled.

"It's still a problem with golden mosquitoes, which should be more dense than now. ”

Taking advantage of the momentary cheerfulness around him, Thirteen Lang condensed his divine consciousness into a line and went straight forward in the direction of the center, trying to see further. The result was still the same, even if he was now far beyond the strength of the ordinary gods, and even the mid-stage gods could not be compared, he could only advance more than four hundred miles with all his might, and then he would be swallowed by the sea of mosquitoes, and he would not be able to see more.

"I don't know if they drove it away, or for some other reason, most of the golden mosquitoes went to the center, which is not normal. ”

The Golden Mosquito is dense and will give birth to civil strife, and the situation is indeed as Thirteen Lang said, there is indeed something wrong; the most likely thing is that the Mosquito Sea is about to give birth to the real Mosquito King, and the Golden Mosquito is being summoned to declare its authority at this moment, and the time is unknown. In addition, there is another one, the gathering of golden mosquitoes, does it mean that the demon cultivators in various places have died, and there is no one worthy of their action.

In either case, it's not a good thing for the Terran side.

"The situation has changed, the situation is unknown. ”

The battlefield is most afraid of the enemy's uncertainty, even if the decision of the thirteen langs is made, at this moment, he can't help but hesitate, and he still can't make a decision after a few thoughts.

"Do you want to move forward now?"

(To be continued......)