Daoist priest, stop fighting. The avenue is almost gone.

Chapter 390: The war between soldiers in the Western Continent. Halfway through, the spiritual doctor Gui Qihuang, the national expert, is the world sick? Taoist priest is horrified

In the Western Continent, the sky is like a dome, covering the surrounding fields.

The autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the white grass on the ground and floating into the sky.

On the endless prairie, huge military camps are neatly distributed on the ground. Above each camp is a white light group the size of a bathtub floating in the sky, connecting everything.

This is the soldiers' camp.

A handsome young man stood on the boundless wilderness, and with a big move, he tightly grasped a floating white grass in his hand. His face was dark, and no one knew what he was thinking about at this moment.

A big silver hand suddenly pressed on the shoulder of the handsome young man.

"Axa Variety Mysterious Soldier, you have done a great job."

"Of the thirty-six countries in the Western Continent, we have annihilated eighteen countries and occupied half of the country. Although there is a small setback now, it is not your fault."

"Uncle, how were the casualties in the last war?" The handsome young man did not reply to the tall soldier behind him, but changed the subject and asked.

"The casualties are huge!" The tall soldier paused, then a look of helplessness appeared on his face, "Our soldiers have been in decline for too long. To be able to annihilate the Eighteen Kingdoms is already a versatile force. You have led the army well. , plus we caught the Western Continent countries by surprise."

"Now that the remaining countries have united, we will naturally not be as unstoppable as before."

"I'm going to see the wounded soldiers."

The handsome young man was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then strode towards a camp behind him. His dark metal military boots stepped on the white grass, leaving a trail of marks on the ground.

A soldier with a human head on the front and his body transformed into a strange four-wheeled cart drove from a distance carrying a bunch of soldiers missing arms and legs.

One after another, they entered a wounded soldiers camp covering an extremely large area.

Seeing the handsome young man step into the camp, the wailing in the white wounded soldiers camp suddenly stopped.

"Marshal, you...why are you here?"

"I'm here to visit the most glorious warrior of our military clan!" Hegemon Junquan smiled. At this moment, he didn't have the calm and crazy look he had during the battle, but a very friendly smile.

An hour later, the handsome young man suddenly floated into the sky, releasing his momentum wantonly.

"You are the most brave and fearless warriors of our military clan. Our scars are our best medals. Now the world has changed. If we don't advance, we will retreat. If we don't succeed, we will die. We don't have much time left for us."

"I, Al-Aqsa Baibian Xuanbing, will make a major decision today, and will exchange my merits for the most powerful secret technique of my Al-Aqsa family, "The Holy Technique of Soldier Cultivation and Soul-Slaying".

The handsome young man glanced in all directions, and above every white light group was the calm voice of the hegemonic military power.

As soon as these words came out, the huge soldier camp fell silent at first, and then exploded, and many soldiers began to talk about it.

The tall soldier looked up at his outstanding nephew with his mouth wide open. It was obvious that he had never expected this move of military supremacy.

However, this is just the beginning, Wang Zha continues.

"From today on, as long as you are a sergeant under my hegemonic military power, you can practice the first level of the "Sage Art of Military Cultivation and Soul-Slaying".

"From today onwards, all seizures will be based on contribution, and all professions will be based on military merit. All privileges of all military nobles will be abolished. Those who are capable will be promoted, and those who are weak will be demoted."

"..."

"Everyone, please work together to create a clear sky for our soldiers and clan!"

"The mountains and rivers are in balance, the stars and the moon are falling, and the military spirit is difficult to level."

"The war is so serious that the cavalry will fight at dawn."

"The Iron Horse of the Five Realms is so delicate, and after singing, the south wind will make the sound of death!"

Accompanied by the words of the hegemonic military power, the voice of the mountains shouting "Military God" echoed across the heaven and earth like an overwhelming force.

Suddenly, the hegemonic military power seemed to hear something shattering in his ears. With a click, his martial arts actually resonated with the military aura of many soldiers.

Spears were like a forest, soldiers and armor were like rain, and strands of white military aura began to escape from countless soldiers, lingering on the body of the hegemonic military power.

At this moment, his momentum began to increase steadily, increasing sharply, multiplying, and suddenly breaking the limit once, twice, until it reached an astonishing intensity that was close to breaking the limit for the third time, and then slowly stopped.

Feeling the resonance between himself and the 'military spirit', a hint of hidden joy began to flash through the eyes of the handsome young man.

This is another way to break the limit that he understood in the only true scripture left by the military master, "The Divine Law of the Heavenly General of the Imperial Army".

A way to gather people.

When the war was hindered, he finally made up his mind to win over the soldiers by killing all the military nobles.

In a dangerous environment surrounded by powerful enemies, and in a land full of milk and honey, surrounded by wars and wars, the soldiers really need a savior.

When military spirit and military spirit are integrated and controlled by one person, that person can be called the God of War!

As long as the soldier clan has a large number of people and a forest of strong men, then the power of his hegemonic military power will become stronger and stronger, so powerful that everyone's heart will tremble.

"God of War!"

"God of War! God of War!"

I don’t know who started it, but the voice of the God of War first broke like waves, and then suddenly set off a huge wave!
Countless soldiers' pupils flashed with red light, their arms turned into many strange weapons such as long swords, crossbows, cannon barrels, sharp blades, or steel claws, and they began to shout towards the sky!
into the night.

The autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the white grass on the ground and floating into the sky.

Above the wasteland, the bright moon is like a disk.

The tall soldier looked at the back of the handsome young man in front of him, his mouth slightly open, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Uncle is here to be a lobbyist." The hegemonic military power turned around and looked at the deputy marshal, the most powerful soldier who had supported him along the way, with a look of exhaustion on his face.

"marshal."

"Uncle, you should call me Aksa Baibian Xuanbing."

"Without the "Sage Art of Soldiering and Slaughtering Souls", is there any Aksa family among the soldiers? All-changing mysterious weapons." The tall soldier said in a dull voice.

"Uncle, ever since my father sacrificed his life to open the passage to the human realm, we can never look back. There is no "Sacred Art of Soldiering and Slaughtering Souls", and the future nephew of the Al-Aqsa family does not know, but the nephew practices "The Holy Art of Soul-Slaying". Soldiers, Heavenly Generals and Divine Laws are advancing rapidly, but there is a faint sense of impending disaster. "

"In Sanriku, our soldiers can't even conquer the entire Western Continent. We should continue to protect ourselves. If we don't make changes, the problem of soldiers is not whether there is the Al-Aqsa family, but whether there are soldiers in the future. "

"Uncle, tell me why our soldiers were the first to blend in with the human world. With my father's original strength, could we really find that weak spot in space?" "Or, in other words, that weak spot in space?" , was it someone who did it deliberately or was it the formation of heaven and earth..." The faint voice of the hegemonic military power came, and the moonlight shone on his back, making his face look a little gloomy.

"You mean..."

"My nephew is scared, someone is using my soldier clan to make a sword!"

"The human race cannot be trusted, and other realms are even less trustworthy. Uncle, don't look at it. We have now dominated nearly half of the land in the Western Continent. It looks like flowers are blooming and fire is cooking oil. In fact, my nephew is just fighting for the rest of his life. ”

"The fate of soldiers must be in their own hands. Even if the soldiers are gone, what use are those precious ores and magical skills?"

"A monkey king is guarding a pile of rotten bananas. Is he really a king? Scatter the bananas, uncle. God's will does not bless the human race, nor does it bless our soldiers. We can only use all means to strengthen ourselves and surpass Become stronger as fast as others imagine.”

"Uncle, my father has left the fate of the soldiers in the hands of my nephew. My nephew is willing to make any sacrifices. I hope that my uncles and uncles will not make it difficult for my nephew."

Ci does not command troops. At this point, the hegemonic military power has already revealed its murderous intentions!
Being of the same clan is like riding on the same boat. Instead of dying together in the future, it is better for him to send them away now and maybe take a chance.

The stronger the soldiers, the stronger his military hegemony will be. Gathering the crowd to break the situation is the path chosen by his military hegemony, for the sake of himself and the soldiers.

"Soldiers, great victory!"

The tall soldier knelt down on one knee, stroking his chest.

"Military God, I will stand behind you and take care of everything. Some things are more convenient for me to do."

"It's better not to get your hands dirty, especially with your own blood."

"Uncle." A dry voice came out of Hegemon Junquan's throat. Even with his strong mind, he couldn't help but reveal a touch of emotion.

"There are no fathers and sons on the battlefield, let alone an uncle. Aksa Baibian Xuanbing, this is the last time that my uncle calls you. From today on, you are the military god of our Bingren clan!"

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"Meow, go to the nearby bear cave and get some honey and come back. Remember, don't take it all at once, leave some for them."

"Hehe, dad, don't worry, this is what you taught me, to fish in a sustainable way without destroying the stability of the bear group, right, the kid knows."

"The kids in the nearby Bear Cave have made a note of it in their minds. Let's do it again when we get back."

The meow man stood up, patted his chest and immediately jumped up, his figure disappearing into the shadow cast by the tree crown.

It had been more than ten days since Yi Chen left Hailong City. Apart from a few peeps, nothing unusual happened along the way.

Now that the trip was halfway through, Lin Luo decided to take a rest for one night and have a small meeting with the team. Naturally, Yi Chen had no objection to this. He was so happy that he just had half a day to relax and came to a nearby hilltop. , borrow some Bear Honey Grilled Chicken Wings to eat.

The setting sun melts gold and dyes the clouds in the sky red.

“Grilled chicken wings are my favorite~”

"Bear honey serves as honey~"

"Loyalty Leopard, go get some more pine wood. Fellow Taoist Lin Luo will be coming later, and there won't be enough pine wood."

Next to a bonfire made of two-finger-thick pine wood, with seven or eight chicken wings stuck on several iron sticks, Yi Chen was taking the wolf's hair, dipping it in honey and brushing it with sauce.

Loyal Leopard, who was streaming halazi beside him, immediately flashed his body when he heard this and disappeared behind the hillside.

As time went by, under the licking of the blue flames emitted by the burning pine wood, a strong fragrance spread in all directions along the evening wind. It was obvious that the chicken wings were almost ready.

At this moment, a vague sound of singing suddenly came from the distance.

"Half a life wasted, but in exchange for four words, I can hang the pot to save the world."

"Birth, old age, illness and death are all about fame and fortune, not things outside the body."

"Medical care is expensive for the poor, but you should be honest. The egret sings late, and the angelica comes home!"

"Take a pot of wine, sing the glow of the rosy clouds, and relieve the night, heal the weakness of the qi and bones, and save the shortness of the eyes..."

"Hey, it's the smell of chicken wings and bear honey."

"The chicken wings were beaten just right with the knife. The muscles and bones were softened by the strong force of the master, but not rotten. It's not bad."

The sound of chanting came from far away, and suddenly a wandering doctor wearing a blue scarf and a pair of straw sandals appeared in Yi Chen's field of vision.

This man was holding a flag with the words "Hanging Pot to Help the World" in his left hand, and in his right hand he was holding a greasy yellow gourd and putting it in his mouth. After seeing Yi Chen's roasted chicken wings, his eyes lit up. The figure flashed continuously.

"Gan Nen Niang, old, old, and expert!"

Yi Chen waved his hand, trying to stop Mr. You Fang from snatching his chicken wings, but he failed. The figure suddenly disappeared, as if there was nothing. When he appeared again, a stick The iron sign was already in this person's hand.

Looking at the scene in front of him, a look of vigilance suddenly flashed in Yi Chen's eyes.

Damn it, could it be that he was a master who came because of Qin Emperor Ying Si’s mission to send people to Longhu Mountain?
Mother Gan, do you still have a conscience for such a master to pay such a small amount of money?
With this small amount of money, the poor Taoist can only run away with fellow Taoist Lin Luo. Others will definitely not be able to control it, not even by adding more money.

Experts will know if there is one as soon as they take action.

To be able to steal food from his Yichengzi, this person is no longer an old man, but an old senior. Yi Chen sneered and decided to go through the process first.

"Who is this old man? Yichengzi, you are so polite!"

"Isn't it clearly written by me? A hanging pot helps the world, a wandering doctor.
Tsk tsk, the young man has such great cultivation, I almost fell into your trap, but fortunately my sword is not old yet. "You Fang Lang's little soybean-sized black flesh mole on his nose trembled, but he proudly bit off a golden chicken wing on the iron stick.
"Hey~ It really is the wings of the spiritual bird flamingo. This spiritual bird seems to have been specially selected and cultivated to strengthen its wings and make its meat more elastic and smooth. It is so powerful that this flamingo can use spiritual grass to extinguish fire. He eats grass, but he didn’t expect the little Taoist to be so rich.”

Yi Chen: "." I met a master who actually described the spiritual materials presented by Princess Jing in such detail.

"Senior is indeed a glutton with many years of experience. I admire you so much, please take a seat."

Seeing that the mysterious old man had no intention of taking action, Yi Chen lost the desire to continue taking action.

As for Ying Si's empty promise, why risk your life? It's not worth it. You might as well see what kind of medicine this person is selling in the gourd.

"Come, drink! I wonder what kind of diseases our senior is good at curing? What kind of medicines he uses?" Yi Chen immediately took out the wine and food from the storage ring, and after having a few drinks with the old man, he began to find out the details of this person.

"Hey, the little Taoist priest is dishonest. I have wasted half my life and achieved nothing."

"The human world is covered with mountains and rivers, and loyal bones are buried in the green mountains. Where in the world can we find the art of rebirth, and break the way of heaven to travel back and forth."

"It took me half my life to realize that although good medicine is bitter, no medicine in the world is the most bitter."

"Little Taoist Master, when people are sick, they can take medicine. But when the world is sick, it wants to eat people~"

(End of this chapter)