Chapter 320 Two-Finger Sword
In the holy world, the immortals who die every day are measured by 100 million, and the immortals who are promoted to the holy realm every day are also measured by 100 million. The status of immortals in the holy realm is equivalent to that of small warriors in the secular world.
The meaning of the Son Order is so great that no king can ignore its value. The kings of the two immortals did not appear, but the elders below went crazy, and a series of war orders were conveyed. The secret competition between the gates is fierce, and they also need to hone their disciples through bloody wars.
Without iron-blooded elimination, the potential of many disciples cannot be stimulated, so for countless years, wars between the Xianmen factions have often occurred, but the excuses are different each time.
But this time it was a little abnormal, because it was their king who conveyed the order of war.
The two major forces of Jubaomen and Huangquanjiao lined up separately. Tens of millions of immortals entered the battlefield, and millions of disciples fell in one charge. Although Xu Le had been psychologically prepared for a long time, it was still difficult for him to accept the death of millions of practitioners in a charge.
Life is so fragile that in order to complete his own layout, he has been exchanged for the lives of millions of practitioners. And the war has just begun and has not entered a white-hot state, otherwise the fight will be more ruthless.
Resentment soared, forming countless grievances, dead spirits, and even evolving very powerful dead objects on the battlefield of hundreds of millions of miles.
After the two armies retreated, a master of the spiritual realm came out to collect those dead things, which were all treasures. Xu Le was bathed in blood and practiced quietly. There were a thousand teammates sitting around him, some of whom were seriously injured and some newly recruited recruits. Every time there is a confrontation, half of the patients in their team have to be added.
Xu Le wanted to lurk in the treasure gate for a period of time, but he did not want to be sent to the battlefield. Although he could easily kill a hundred saints between his hands and feet, he couldn't help but feel that he was very small when he saw that his body was full of crazy people.
However, practice is so cruel, and your layout may be just a fuse. He killed the magic in his heart and soon became like a fish in water in the battlefield. The endless power of the dead spirit enough to demonize the tenth level of a holy realm is simply a great tonic for him. The curse of the dead spirit he understands is not profound. If he absorbs enough power of the dead spirit, he may be able to practice the most terrible curse.
Curse art has been respected as the second secret art of the soul way since the beginning of the creation of heaven and earth. When it is cultivated to the peak, it can pass on the curse endlessly. Generations have been plagued by curses, making people unable to see hope.
Some people say that the only thing in the world that can lift the curse is the first secret spell of the soul, but no one knows what the fate skill is, no one touches the fate, and no one can feel it. But everyone who steps into the fairy road knows the existence of fate.
Underworld, predestined, unavoidable, unimaginable and so on are all fate. Destruction, catastrophe, rebirth, reproduction, evolution, etc. are also fate. It is recorded in ancient classics that if you want to truly live forever and never die, you must understand what fate is.
There are also countless genius demons who practiced cursed runes and cursed the road at the beginning of their practice, but no one has practiced the law of fate. There is no road of fate in the world, but it does exist above all sentient beings and above the immortals.
Xu Le created the Shinto, the first person in the world, unprecedented. But he didn't dare to say what he thought about fate. He only practiced a necromancer, which is just a branch of the curse.
And he does not stop the law and Jindan Avenue, and can only practice all kinds of branches of curse.
However, if you continuously absorb the power of the dead in the battlefield and transform your divine physique into a dead body, you can definitely quickly understand other curse branches.
After three months of absorption, Xu Le felt that his dead body was about to be successfully cultivated, but he still suppressed his cultivation power and was always a lucky little disciple in the eyes of outsiders.
The devouring king's body has been transformed through many transformations of blood physique, star physique, sword body, medicine body and chaotic body, and its power is becoming more and more powerful. He originally wanted to become a soldier in one fell swoop in the treasure gate, but he was soon sent to the battlefield.
If he goes to the battlefield three more times, his dead body can be cultivated.
Since practicing Shinto, no matter how much energy is absorbed, it can't improve the combat effectiveness. Only by constantly understanding new heavenly skills and integrating into the heart of Shinto can the combat effectiveness advance rapidly.
So Xu Le can only constantly temper his supernatural physique and quietly understand the branches of various curses.
"Xiaoqi, you go to the battlefield again. If you can still come back alive, you can return to Xianmen."
The strongest in their team is a real disciple who has just been promoted to the spiritual realm for only three years. This person is an enchanting woman with a rich figure, and her words and deeds exude an invisible charm, like a ripe fruit, which makes people can't help but take a bite.
Those disciples who have gone through the life-and-death war are better, while those newly added disciples are a little uncertain and secretly look at her from time to time.
Only Xu Le knows very well that the law of this woman's understanding is relatively special, which belongs to the charm of Qiyi. She herself is not very beautiful, but her charming temperament emanates from her bones, and even one of her eyes can make weak immortals lose themselves.
However, in Xu Le's eyes, she is also a disciple of the legal period. Her combat effectiveness is mediocre and less than the power of two disasters. It's no exaggeration that you can turn her into ashes by blowing your own breath.
Xu Le opened his eyes, quickly glanced at her and nodded gently and said, "Let's talk about it if you can survive."
"Sister Meiyan, how long will this damn war last? The two sides have lost more than 2 million disciples. Do we have to completely die to stop?"
A ten-level middle-aged man around Xu Le said tiredly that he participated in the first war with Xu Le and had survived the battlefield eight times. This time, Xu Le did not bring him out at the time of crisis. He had long been a member of those dead and fell forever.
"So you should cultivate the spiritual state as soon as possible, otherwise you will always be cannon fodder, and your life will only be short-lived."
"But I accidentally heard that this war was entirely because of the unintentional brother, who provoked the disciples of Huangquan Sect, but his skills were not as good as those who were seriously injured, so the ancestors of Xianmen launched the war in anger. He is a disciple of Jubaomen, and so are we. Why use the lives of our millions of disciples to compensate him? We are very unwilling and unconvinced.
"Yes, Sister Meiyan, we don't practice for him alone. We also have our own dignity and the right to choose."
"What's the point of dying millions of disciples in a war? What is the significance of our practice to complete some people with the lives of countless people?
In the face of death, those disciples who have finally survived have changed their temperament and can no longer bear the pressure of death. The fairy road is cruel and ruthless.
"Shut up, bewitching people again, killing without mercy."
After all, Meiyan Zhenren is a master of the spiritual state. The sound is like thunder. All the disciples who blew up are silent and tremble all over. Everyone has a heartfelt fear in front of absolute power.
Only Xu Le remained calm. He sighed and looked at his comrades-in-arms around him: "The battle is getting more and more cruel. Huang Quanjiao has invested in the spiritual master to participate in the battle. If the treasure gate does not invest the corresponding strength, I'm afraid that in the next battlefield, the millions of disciples invested in can live half. Sister Meiyan, they are all fellow disciples. If you can give them a way to live, just give them a chance.
All the feared disciples were stunned, and they didn't expect that a second-level disciple of the Holy Land still had the courage to say such a thing.
"You want to die."
Meiyan's real eyes stared and flashed two swords, wanting to kill Xu Le.
But when the sword light came to Xu Le's eyebrows, it suddenly stopped, imprisoned by an invisible force, constantly twisted and vibrated, trying to escape control and fly away.
Xu Le stretched out two fingers and flicked gently, and the two swords were broken and dissipated in the void.
"Two fingers flick the sword, this... who are you?"
Those two swords are not martial arts swords, but soul swords, which were easily dissolved by a second-class disciple of the Holy Land, which made it difficult for her to accept for a while.
"Sister Meiyan, it's not good to ask too many things, what do you think?"
After Xu Le finished speaking, he closed his eyes again and entered the latent state. He just showed his hand, and the charming real person should know that he wanted to restrain his momentum. This woman doesn't know why she suppresses the charming power of her cultivation on herself from time to time, which is to confuse herself and degenerate herself.
So Xu Le couldn't help but fight back a little. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was not a traitor, it was her death.
It's easier to erase her mind than to pinch the ants all the time.
Woo-woo-
The horn sounded, which is a spiritual weapon horn from the treasure gate, which is the battle horn. Once it is blown, it means that the battle begins again, which can enhance the momentum and courage of soldiers.
Even when Xu Le heard the horn, he felt that his courage doubled, and his fear and worries were swept away.
"Xiaoqi, if you can save the lives of more disciples, leave a little more foundation for Xianmen." Meiyan Zhenren said softly, and then her body suddenly expanded and flew to the sky. She waved her long arms and shouted, "There will be no one left to kill all the people taught by Huangquan."
This time, a total of 5 million troops were invested in the battlefield, and the territory with a radius of 1 billion miles became the battlefield. Millions of people collided like a tide, and immediately countless ghosts rose to the sky, and even the earth couldn't help shaking.