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() To get rid of the temptation of the ancestor of Wanbing in time, Qin Guyue suddenly stuffed a hundred tentacles of spiritual power into the power of nightmare, and the speed at which the power of nightmare eroded the will particles inward suddenly accelerated countless times , immediately eroded the will of Wan Bing Patriarch until he screamed again and again.

"Don't...don't, don't..." Patriarch Wan Bing screamed: "What's easy to discuss, there is no righteousness in buying and selling, it's meaningless for you to start directly like this! Ahh... help!"

"I really don't have the heart to waste time with you here." Qin Guyue suddenly melted another hundred tentacles of mental power and poured them into the power of nightmare, without any room for maneuver in her tone: "After this seat refines you, there will naturally be a thousand, [-] ways to extract your memory, and you are still here to bargain with this seat!"

"Don't, don't..." Patriarch Wan Bing begged for mercy, "I don't want Wu Zong to be my hut anymore, armor, is it okay?"

"Dream!" Qin Guyue snorted coldly, and another hundred tentacles of spiritual power were thrown into it, and the nightmare power enveloping the particles of will immediately burned like a flame. The fire of the soul is enough to erode and erase all soul marks.

This is the method that Qin Guyue comprehended after comprehending the "fire of the heart" caused by her subdued greed when comprehending the seeds of flame. The only flaw of a thing without an owner is that it consumes too much mental power. Now that he is eager to refine the will left by the ancestor of Wanbing, he can't care so much.

Immediately, the fire of the soul rushed towards the particles of will with the momentum of starting a prairie fire.

"Aiyo...Aiyo...I don't want a soldier anymore, although anyone can..."

Qin Guyue didn't say a word, but focused on urging the tentacle of mental power to inject it into the power of nightmare.

"Please, please... This is heart fire, my god..." Patriarch Wan Bing shuddered directly, "If you are burned by heart fire, you will definitely be wiped out!"

"God, I can give you another Blood Tribulation Pill... I can take you to a mysterious place... I don't need anything... I can be your slave... Please don't refine it Me!" Patriarch Wan Bing wailed, how could there be any demeanor of a peerless powerhouse?

"Hmph, your will in another Ten Thousand Soldiers Blood Tribulation Pill will be refined by me sooner or later!" Qin Guyue sneered but repeated what the Wan Bing Patriarch told him just now : "What's yours is mine. If you give yourself what the ancestor owns, will someone spit out the meat you eat?"

As if it was a retribution for the world, Patriarch Wan Bing hurriedly begged for mercy: "I was wrong, Master, I was wrong!"

"It's too late!" Qin Guyue snorted coldly, another hundred tentacles of spiritual power were swallowed by the power of nightmare, and took out five hundred tentacles of spiritual power back and forth, and finally suppressed the last will of Patriarch Wan Bing. The original source was completely refined, and the original source of will after being washed by the fire of the heart suddenly emitted a faint golden light, as if the original red and black colors were dyed with paint, and now they have returned to their original nature.

"Yes, this pure source of will is the last thing that the mysterious wheel lacks!" Qin Guyue "saw" the golden source of will at a glance, and immediately realized that this is what she was looking for !

"The Will of Ten Thousand Soldiers, absorbed and integrated, the mysterious wheel, finally condensed!" Qin Guyue shouted loudly, the power of the nightmare dissipated at once, picked up the golden source of will, and threw it into the mysterious wheel at once.

Qin Guyue suddenly felt countless weapons flying past in front of her eyes, all kinds of weapons were waved by countless chaotic figures, turned into a painting wall that was almost the size of a curtain, and then turned into countless scattered The figures, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing, slowly set off the mysterious wheel in the phantom.

"Zheng!" For a moment, like a forest of swords, guns and swords, the sound of countless weapons colliding and swiping suddenly appeared in Qin Guyue's sea of ​​consciousness, and then with the mysterious wheel as the center, one or two phantoms flew out, Three ways, ten ways, twenty ways, fifty ways...the speed of being absorbed into the mysterious wheel is getting faster and faster.

At the same time, inside the mysterious wheel, a white-haired warrior has no face. With his fists wide open and closed, he collides and fights with countless phantoms like a god of war, still imposing like a rainbow, fighting endlessly.

This has been erased from the spiritual imprint. The fighting will of the ancestor Wan Bing has been transformed into pure spiritual energy. Apart from carrying the master's unyielding will to fight and the peerless boxing skills, it is extremely pure. There are no impurities!

This is what Qin Guyue dreamed of, a "warrior heart" with the will to fight constantly and to suppress [-] kinds of weapons!

The reason why the mysterious wheel cannot be turned into a soldier's heart is because without a backbone, even if it absorbs the will of [-] weapons, these weapons still fight on their own and do not obey orders. , but the sword spirit of Qianqiu Sword itself is a reclusive person, due to his temperament, he will not oppress the will of other weapons at all.

That's why the mysterious wheel is like a loose sand, unable to condense into a soldier's heart.

Now the will of the ancestor of Wanbing is the best material!

Not to mention the will of [-] weapons, even a total of [-] weapons, this will can be completely suppressed.The reason actually lies in the martial arts of the ancestor of Wan Bing: Wan Bing Fighting Fist, with an aura of being invincible, the aura of being above ten thousand people, and the power of the king of ten thousand kings, that's why he was able to suppress countless The weapon will.

It's just that Qin Guyue has been taken advantage of for nothing now.

The mysterious wheel absorbed all the phantoms scattered around it like a long whale absorbing water, and the white-haired figure still punched like lightning, hitting repeatedly, not only did not get tired, but even became more courageous as he fought.

At this time, under the mysterious wheel, Qin Guyue's Qianqiu sword avatar held his breath and sat cross-legged quietly, as if the battle inside the mysterious wheel had nothing to do with him, but after the last phantom was completely dispersed, the mysterious The white-haired warrior inside the Zhilun suddenly jumped down and walked slowly behind the clone of Qianqiu Sword.

The white-haired man suddenly raised his right hand, clenched it tightly, and hung it one foot above Qian Qiujian's head.

Undoubtedly, if this punch hit Qian Qiujian's body, it would be a punch that was caught off guard, enough to completely crush him.

At this moment, the Qianqiu sword avatar did not look back, but suddenly said: "Using martial arts to expand the territory, although you can build a magnificent dynasty for a while, you will eventually disarm and return to the fields, sell knives and buy calves, and return the common people to peace. Stop fighting with war, stop killing with killing, it is better not to fight and not to kill, but to cultivate the virtue of heaven."