Immortal life from eternal life by leek flower pickle

“However, entering the small world at most roughly estimates the world power level based on the size of the light point, no one knows if they can find a spiritual cultivation method in the small world, if there is it, it’s okay, if not…”

There are thousands of points of light in the mind, and each point of light represents a world, in which it has its own body, which can also be said to be a body.

The reason why I can travel through these worlds is to rely on these other and my own positioning.

“No matter how advanced you are, even if I don’t find a spiritual cultivation method, I can also improve my foundation by killing him.”

As soon as the mind moved, the whole person disappeared.

……

“Run, run! When you arrive in Xiangyang, you will be safe.

A shriveled old man in rags, with a sturdy body, tightly covered in thin clothes, and a two-year-old child was protecting a two-year-old child.

The child was tied to his chest with strips of cloth, while the old man was also dragging a pallet made of thorn strips around his waist, carrying dozens of kilograms of firewood.

The snow is walking forward step after step, and each step of the snow will reach the knees, and it is difficult to walk.

This is not just an isolated case, behind the old man, there are also hundreds of people walking in rags, shivering.

From time to time, under the sharp cold wind, people will fall and never get up again.

On the side of the road are some moving corpses that are harder than iron, and there is no surprise in the face of these corpses who are still alive, and their eyes are numb and do not see any emotions, for them, these are already commonplace.

Herod~

A neighing sound of a big horse sounded from a distance, and the people who were walking showed a look of fear on their faces, screaming and fleeing in all directions, as if there were some demons and monsters behind them.

Between the whiskers, dozens of soldiers riding tall horses, wearing armor and armed with machetes roared.

These soldiers were of great stature, with large waists and round waist, deep eye sockets, and hair that turned into pigtails could be seen under their helmets.

“It’s the cavalry of the tartar, run fast and run.”

“Don’t kill me, don’t kill me.”

“Dad, Mom, where are you?”

“Woo-hoo, save me, save me.”

Hundreds of refugees under dozens of tartar cavalry, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, under the scimitar, the soul returned to heaven and earth, and there was no chance to resist.

Suddenly, one of the tartar cavalry seemed to see something terrifying, and subconsciously swung the machete in his hand to chop.

Bang~

With a muffled sound, the head burst instantly like a watermelon, and the headless corpse was stuffed into the snow from the horse.

Fang Xuan’s figure appeared in place, with a little blood on his hand.

Such a scene naturally alarmed the other cavalrymen, roaring and roaring towards Fang Xuan.

Shouting in a language that he does not understand.

The man took advantage of the horse’s momentum, and the scimitar in his hand shone with an icy light in the sun.

Fang Xuan sneered disdainfully, his right foot slammed on the ground, and the snow under his feet instantly exploded, splashing around to form a huge pit, and his whole person disappeared like lightning. Bang bang bang ~ Bang bang ~ Bang bang

bang~ All the

cavalry were killed in an instant, the hard armor could not block the unparalleled strange force, the chest collapsed, and the seven holes bleed.

Fang Xuan ignored the refugees who knelt on the ground and kept bowing, patted the horse’s butt and walked towards the north towards the horse. “Southern Song Dynasty,

Meng Yuan, the last year of the Southern Song Dynasty!” Fang Xuan sighed softly.

After entering this small world, Fang Xuan looked for the direction through the induction between himself and him and me, and kept hurrying.

Along the way, we naturally saw the tragic opportunities of the last years of the dynasty.

This place is located in the Yangtze River basin, in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty, those refugees are the residents of the Great Song Dynasty, under natural disasters and man-made disasters, they can only continue to migrate south, and those cavalry are the Mengyuan cavalry that has destroyed Liaojin.

“It seems that this time I am useless except for him.” Fang Xuan said with pity.

Fang Xuan has been in this world for a few days, and he has not seen extraordinary power, they are just some ordinary people, presumably it is really just an ordinary small world.

“Drive ~” All the way to the

north, riding the horse, on the road from time to time you will see refugees fleeing to the south, as well as those Mengyuan soldiers who kill wantonly In the

face of these soldiers, Fang Xuan will never leave his hand, the power of the thirteen horses of the realm of physical courage is simply overlord in the world, and no one can stop it.

“Husband, what is the boundary ahead?” Fang Xuan asked an old refugee man.

“Back to the hero, the front is Zhangjiabao, the hero should hurry up and escape, Zhangjiabao has been breached, those tartars are inhumane and are being slaughtered wantonly.” The old man persuaded.

“Thank you, husband.”

After speaking, he ignored his persuasion and continued to rush towards Zhangjiabao’s location.

“Alas, this damn world, when is it a head!” The old man sighed.

Fang Xuan had already felt that he and my doppelganger were getting closer and closer, especially when he heard that Meng Yuan’s army was raging in front of him, he was also anxious, in case he and my doppelganger were killed by others, he would run for nothing.

“Drive~” After a

while, I came to a castle and said that the castle was a bit exaggerated, and it looked more like a small fortress made of masonry.

However, at this time, the fortress has obviously been breached, and the Mengyuan soldiers are killing wantonly with machetes in their hands, and the entire fortress is running for wolves, full of screams and blood, staging endless killings and crimes in the world.

Fang Xuan’s gaze soon locked onto the body of a Qingyi scholar, who was pale and trembling under this sword.

Protecting a young girl of seven or eight years old in her hand, holding a long sword, but without the power of a chicken.

The reason why he was able to hold out in this war for so long was the support of two men in their 30s before him.

The two men, one with a knife and the other with a sword, had sharp sword skills and heavy sword skills.

“Third man, you protect Gongzi and Miss, you must rescue Gongzi and Miss.” Zhang Jie slashed the attacking soldiers with a knife and said with a shock.

“Good.”

“Kill.”

Zhang Jie’s body jumped, his body was like nothing, fluttering lightly over a few meters away, the long knife chopped, accompanied by a scream, a gust of wind broke through the air.

Bell~ A

deafening sound of gold and iron communication sounded, and the long knife in that Zhang Jie’s hand was almost knocked away.

Meng Yuanqianfu, who was dressed in armor and holding a scimitar, raised his head, his face was full of hideous expressions, and said in broken Chinese: “Song people, your opponent is me.”

“Damn tartar, eat me.” Zhang Jie said angrily.

Zhang Jie twisted his body in mid-air, and with the power of his waist and limbs, he slashed towards the neck of that Meng Yuanqian Commander.

This knife move is simple and powerful, and it is more ferocious than the previous one.

Not to be outdone, Meng Yuanqian also raised the scimitar in his hand to slash.

Duh~ The

piercing sound vibrated between the ears of the two, Zhang Jie’s whole person flew out directly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his face became as white as paper.

“Second brother.” Zhang

Zhen exclaimed, and quickly stepped forward to take Zhang Jie.

“Run, leave me alone, quickly leave here with Miss Gongzi.”