MTL - Undefeated God of War-~ Section 920
Section nine hundred and twentieth secrets behind the body of the first [more] Author: Fang want to update time: 2015-08-3118: 10:02 Word Count: 3760 sadness enveloped the camp.
The bombing of the organs is far and near. According to the experience they have summarized these days, they should avoid them. They should set up defense lines. They should protect the flank to guard against each other's impact. They have been able to calmly face the torrent of bronze flowing.
But no one moved, they just didn't hear it.
The soldiers spontaneously gathered around Mu Zhixia, some people were sobbing, some were wiping their tears, tears were mixed with mud, and their faces were all over. Their eyes are stunned, and the soul seems to have been taken away, and it is like a walking dead.
When the old group and the old Tang arrived, they looked at each other.
They did not encounter any resistance, and no one even looked at them. The old group and the old Tang looked dignified, they could hardly believe that the soldiers like Huazi in front of them, even the elite of the first regiment, even battled them with them, bringing them hard bones of casualties.
what happened?
The two looked solemn and did not smile. During this time, the two did not know how many times Mu Zhixia’s tenacity was praised. I don’t know how many times the group’s resilience was in the hands of the troubled soldiers. In the beginning, they were able to defeat the Muzhixia Corps relatively easily, but soon, the Mu Zhixia Corps became more and more difficult, and the casualties brought to them were getting bigger and bigger.
Iron-like will, strict discipline, tenacious fighting spirit, skillful combat skills, 100% synchronization rate in the world, not the name of the world's first Corps.
Mu Zhixia is a respectable opponent who is a respectable soldier.
Seeing their esteemed opponents crashed down, the two did not have the joy of a little victory.
This is not the victory they want.
They carefully passed through the sad soldiers and saw that they were lying on the ground, their eyes were bloody, and the body was like a white jade-like Mu Zhixia, which was shocked. They finally understood why the soldiers did not resist at all. Mu Zhixia was the soul of this corps. Once he had an accident, this corps was no longer the first corps in the world.
The old Tang squatted down and looked at Mu Zhixia with a dignified look.
It has been a long time since the two sides fought for so long. The reason why Mu Zhixia was completely suppressed by the Southern Cross Corps is not enough. On the one hand, it is a lonely army, surrounded by dangers. They not only need to face the Southern Cross Corps, but also need to guard against the Savage Tribe. On the other hand, it is experience that Mu Zhixia has been in the army for decades, has not been baptized by the war, and the old regiment has been fighting for the rest of his life, and is still the old monster of the baptism of the big battle, how can it compare?
However, Mu Zhixia still stubbornly resisted their offense, supported and continued to grow, so that the old group also felt tremendous pressure.
“Thank you.” Mu Zhixia’s voice is like a mosquito, and his expression is quite peaceful: “Please don’t waste time on me.”
Mu Zhixia’s body looked very strange. His hair was white as silver, and it was originally covered with old palms and white patches. The faint white light, through the body, his flesh and blood, the skin is complete. The whole person seems to flow in white, as if it is shrouded in a layer of light.
On the surface of the old Tang, there is a faint color. The vitality of Mu Zhixia's body is not only not declining, but it is extremely strong, and it is as strong as the burning flame in the night. It is this extremely vigorous life that causes Mu Zhixia's body to deteriorate rapidly. It is constantly burning and eroding the flesh and blood of Mu Zhixia.
Rao is very knowledgeable in the old Tang Dynasty, and has never seen such strange things.
"This is holy inflammation." Mu Zhixia whispered.
The surrounding soldiers slammed into a commotion, and they looked up, shocked and unbelievable. Holy inflammation, that is the thing they are most familiar with, they have to cultivate every day. How could such a terrible scene be caused by holy inflammation? In their hearts, St. Yan gives them strength, gives them courage, can heal their wounds, can make them strong, and is a sign that they express their piety.
How could it be holy?
Suddenly the soldiers thought of the trial of the temple. Did the temple think that the adults were not loyal? Or do you think that the adults are unfavorable in combat and lower their punishment? The soldiers were excited. They followed the adults, went deep into the army, and fought and died. How can the temple give such an unfair trial to the adults?
Holy inflammation? Lao Tang and the old group looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Mu Zhixia's nephew is bloody, but he can still feel the commotion of the soldiers around him. He sighs: "The Sacred Island is now afraid of being a **** on earth. We surrender, I will tell you everything I know." Please don't hurt my soldiers, please!"
Everyone was shocked by Mu Zhixia's words, and even the soldiers who were excited were just like the body. Some of them did not understand why adults suddenly spoke of an unrelated sacred continent. Besides, Shengzhou is the seat of the temple, and there are many corps, and the most precarious place in Guangmingzhou is how can it be **** on earth?
Old Tang and the old group also do not understand.
Sheng Yan knows that they also know the Anctuary, but they can't connect the two.
"Reassured, we are not indiscriminate." The old group said.
"The temple has always had a plan." Mu Zhixia's voice was awkward, like the wind, with a sigh: "This plan is derived from the study of the soul of the temple."
Everyone can hold their breath involuntarily, they all have a hunch, and Mu Zhixia’s next statement must be a shocking secret. The study of the soul of the temple is famous all over the world, let alone them, even the children in their teens know that the study of the soul of the temple represents the highest level of the sanctuary.
"The original intention of this plan was to make the soul. The plan was not smooth, but it overcame many difficulties. They succeeded. They made the first powerful soul, the head of the Knights of Light, Sophie."
The soldiers were stunned, and the rumors about the head of Sufi turned out to be true!
The position of the Knights of Light is detached, and the head of Sufi, who is in charge of the Knights of the Light, is in a very high position in the hearts of all. The hunch in their hearts is getting stronger and stronger. A secret, involving so many big people, how could it be an ordinary secret?
“After Sophie was made, she performed very well. She has a strong learning ability and grew very fast. At this time, another important achievement appeared. The temple found that St. Yan can be used in a unique way. Will absorb. This way, in a very short time, can improve the strength of the soul."
“The plan is perfect.” Mu Zhixia is like a nightmare: “Sophie’s strength has soared dozens of times in a short period of time, and it has become the most powerful warrior in the temple. However, the problem has followed, Su When the strength of the Philippine rose to a certain extent, it fell into a bottleneck, and the absorption of Shengyan had no effect. The study of the temple found that Sophie’s strength had reached a critical value, and it was an astronomical number to absorb it.
Everyone listened very well.
Mu Zhixia felt the smoldering of the body, and said: "So the temple began to promote the holy inflammation on a large scale. You should remember that at that time, the temple began to develop a series of plans,"
Surrounded by a sudden silence, this sentence is like a lightning strike on them, they have a speculation that makes them feel fear, it will not... no! How can the temple do it!
As if they could hear the fear in their hearts, Mu Zhixia ruthlessly smashed the last trace of their hearts: "Yes, that is what you think."
"Impossible! How could the temple be like this?"
"This is too human."
"Is the temple crazy?"
A piece of silence suddenly blasted the pot.
Many soldiers hold their heads, and they are still unbelievable. The temple is their faith and is sacred in their hearts. If this is not what Mu Zhixia, who is most convinced by them, they have already torn each other into pieces.
The chaos was gradually calming down, and everyone’s eyes re-entered Mu Zhixia. At this time, no one was still excited, they were chilly, and the bones were cold. There is only one person who can give them the answer, that is the adult in front of him.
The face of the **** face of the adults, at this time reveals a strange sacred atmosphere, the skin on the face is almost transparent, they can even see the white holy inflammation slowly flowing under the skin.
Mu Zhixia suddenly remembered that she entered the temple on the first day. At that time, she guessed that she was only twelve years old. The great elders at that time were not the current elders. It was a sunny day, it was an elder with a warm smile.
The sting of the eyes brought him back from his memories, the cruel darkness, the raging sanitation in the body, and even the familiar sacred breath was piercing.
"The temple is not for Sophie."
Mu Zhixia sighed: "The long-lasting persistence, coupled with the constant passage of the Temple of Heaven, the soul of the Temple has finally made a huge breakthrough. One of the most important results is that they have found a way to overcome energy erosion. This means that the soul will have a long life, almost undead."
Hearing this, the old group has probably understood.
His eyes are complicated, yeah, the life of the soul is long. But the long years, the years of suffering, can not see the end, how many people can understand the sadness? Looking at your loved ones and friends ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ old to lose in front of themselves, the boundless loneliness and loneliness, more than any energy erosion, stinging sad. When the time is long enough, even the deep loved ones will forget, even the most beautiful memories will be annihilated, even the beliefs and ideals will decay and disappear, and you still lonely and wandering in this world, what a sad thing.
Eternal life, huh...
He laughed softly in his heart, with the bitterness and loneliness of the years.
"To transform a person into a soul, it is some kind of eternal life. Although Sufi succeeded, but there is no memory. How to turn into a soul, and keep the memory, become the latest problem. This problem does not stump the temple, soon Finished. However, this is a violation of the laws of nature, and it has great risks. The success rate of transforming souls is very low. The first one to try is an ambitious person. He is determined to dedicate his long life. To the temple. He firmly believes that as long as he has enough time, he can rebuild a new temple, a sanctuary with no cleanliness. For this ideal, he is willing to take risks, even if he pays his life. His own, or someone else's."
"He is a great elder."
A dead silence.
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