Eternal Life: I'm Grinding Experience in the Patrol Division

The endless yellow rock ground was covered with cracks and lifeless, and the wild atmosphere permeated the whole world.

Above the rock ground, there were thousands of miles of black clouds, and lightning flashes were running in it, like a swimming dragon, roaring.

The picture changed, and a strange beast appeared on the rock ground.

It had a beast head, horse hooves, a turtle body, and a snake tail, and it looked extremely strange.

At this moment, the neck, limbs, and waist of this strange beast were locked by thick iron chains, and it could not move.

Suddenly, a thunder that had been accumulating for a long time fell from the sky, streaking a dazzling blue-white light, and hit the strange beast in an instant.

The beast roared and roared under the thunder, feeling both painful and angry, but helpless.

Unable to break free from the shackles of the iron chain, it could only continue to endure the terrible thunder punishment of this place.

This beast is called ‘Lin’, and is also famous for its tyranny in the wilderness. It was captured by the witch tribe and imprisoned in Lei Ze for a thousand years!

These scenes also appeared when Song Changming sacrificed his third witch soldier seal.

Like the two witch soldier seals sacrificed before, it told him the origin of this witch soldier seal.

And Song Changming also gained the power of the ancient beast ‘Lin’!

In fact, Song Changming’s idea of ​​becoming stronger has not changed.

The magic ape witch soldier seal gave him the power to move mountains and his combat power was bursting!

The subsequent magic bird witch soldier seal gave him the ultimate wind-controlling flying speed, allowing him to escape and protect himself in extreme danger.

And this magic beast witch soldier seal gave him a tortoise shell and scales of this magic beast. On the basis of his twenty small witch armor seals, the physical defense ability has been significantly updated and iterated!

In this way, Song Changming also has unprecedented protection capabilities!

He had high hopes for this new witch soldier seal.

Among the three witch soldier seals he had refined, this new witch soldier seal was undoubtedly the most difficult to create.

If Song Changming had not consumed the flesh and blood of many great monsters, according to his previous cultivation progress, he might not have been able to successfully refine this magic beast witch soldier seal in three to five years!

This was still under the premise that he had a stronger physical body.

According to the contents of the witch code, the more powerful the witch seal, the more difficult it would be to sacrifice.

This is an accurate rule, and it is also the reason why he has high hopes for this third witch soldier seal.

Although it has not been tested in actual combat, Song Changming has done some tests himself.

And the test results did not disappoint him, and even exceeded his expectations!

After he sacrificed this witch soldier seal, he found that even if he swung his sword with all his strength, with the blessing of the huge force of moving mountains of tens of millions of pounds, he could not break his own flesh!

This tortoise shell scale was so hard that he felt it was a bit incredible!

From then on, he was basically sure that no one below the Grandmaster could pose even the slightest threat to him.

Even those Grandmasters might not be able to threaten him!

Because no matter how he tested, he could not reach the strength limit of this witch soldier seal, and perhaps the Grandmasters were the same!

If he had not thought it was too surprising, he would have wanted to take the initiative to find a martial arts Grandmaster to learn from him and see the results.

Afterwards, Song Changming calmed down and did not really take the initiative to cause trouble.

This was an excellent trump card, and he did not need to expose it to cause trouble.

Winter came in a blink of an eye.

This winter was not easy for many human races.

Although the Obsidian period had passed and the demon race had been repelled, the damage caused by this evil phenomenon to the human race still had a profound impact.

First of all, there was a serious shortage of food for the winter, and famines of varying sizes were raging everywhere.

Many people escaped the invasion of the demon race during the Obsidian period, but starved to death this winter.

The same is true in the territory of Cuibai Dao, which is deeply trapped in a food shortage.

Not to mention other cities and towns, even in the main city area, there are many people who are poorly clothed and hungry. They live on the streets, chewing tree bark and eating grass leaves.

Many people are starving, and many negative incidents of theft and looting have arisen, making officers and soldiers from all over the country busy.

Only the core city and the second city are relatively stable. Such incidents frequently occur in the third city, not to mention the fourth and fifth cities.

It was not until the beginning of the spring of the second year that these chaos were settled down when food was available for disaster relief.

That day.

A carriage drove straight into the core city from the second city. When passing by the Su Mansion, the curtain of the carriage was lifted, and it was Song Changming who was sitting inside.

Song Changming glanced at the closed door of the Su Mansion.

In the past six months, Changsheng Su Clan maintained its aloof and aloof image as before, and ignored the outside world. Its clan members rarely went out.

Song Changming had not even met the Su family during this period, including Su Fengye.

The past seemed to have passed.

The carriage did not slow down, and hurriedly passed the Su Mansion, and finally stopped outside the magnificent palace.

Song Changming got off the carriage and strode into it.

"Hello, Marshal!" The guards at the door obviously knew Song Changming, and did not stop him, but saluted respectfully.

Since Song Changming took the position of Marshal, he has been going to the palace frequently.

"Has Elder Qian gone out?" Song Changming asked.

"I didn't see Lord Qian go out today." One of the guards replied immediately.

Song Changming nodded, and after entering the palace, he walked around to a hall in a familiar way.

The plaque on the hall had the words "Taoism" written on it. The palace's imperial talisman masters basically stayed here.

This included Qian Yuan, who had traveled with him at the beginning.

This time, Song Changming was looking for the chief talisman master of the palace.

In the hall, the talisman masters and some talisman boys who came in and out, when they saw Song Changming, immediately saluted and respectfully called him "General".

In terms of official position, although Song Changming was affiliated with the military, he was also a senior official.

Looking at the entire palace official system, he belonged to the second tier.

In the entire Fudao Hall, only the three or five people with the highest talisman skills could talk to Song Changming on an equal footing.

Soon, he saw Qian Yuan in the hall, playing chess with another white-bearded old man.

Song Changming did not disturb them, but waited quietly on the side.

He also studied chess, and could see at a glance that the two sides were fighting fiercely on the chessboard.

A quarter of an hour later, the game was over, and Qian Yuan lost half a hand.

"Haha, I'll accept it with pleasure." The white-bearded old man laughed heartily and took a few high-quality spirit crystals beside him.

I didn't expect these two old guys to play chess, and the stakes seemed to be quite a lot, but they didn't have any results in self-cultivation.

"Hmph, old man, the strong wind blinded my eyes, and I made a mistake! If you have the ability, don't leave, come again!" Qian Yuan said with a glare, and his old face was full of dissatisfaction.

"You are just being stubborn, I'm leaving today, if you want to give me spirit crystals next time, remember to come to me."

The white-bearded old man was not a pushover, and after a few sarcastic remarks, he nodded at Song Changming, and then walked away leisurely.

"Boy, what are you doing here today?" Qian Yuan asked angrily, obviously he hadn't recovered from the defeat on the chessboard just now.

Song Changming didn't waste any words, and a bird cage appeared with a flip of his hand.

The cage was not big, and there was a black bird with a faint fire inside.

The bird had no vital signs at this moment, and only the faint fire on the surface was still burning.

Seeing this strange bird, Qian Yuan's eyes lit up immediately.

"I really let you find this night fire bird."

Song Changming nodded, put down the bird cage, and said: "This bird has a strong temperament. It was good when it was caught, but it was a pity that it died later."

"It doesn't matter." Qian Yuan looked at it for a few times and said: "It just died not long ago, it can still be used."

"This night fire bird is very rare. After all, it is the new commander favored by King Cui. It is really capable."

Qian Yuan patted Song Changming on the shoulder and praised him, and the depression of losing the game just now was swept away.

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"In this case, I will tell you the location of the fierce tiger. Although I don't know what you are going to do, you must be careful. That guy is not easy to deal with.

If the Cui King knows that you are dead in the Nine Nethers, it is related to me, and then it will be my fault." Qian Yuan kindly reminded.

"Thank you for your warning." Song Changming nodded.

"Since you are here, play two games with me." After Qian Yuan explained the promise, he pulled Song Changming to sit down.

He knew Song Changming's chess skills, and he didn't play enough, so he planned to practice on Song Changming.

"I am very happy to play chess with you, but I have recently gained some insights in the Xumi formation, and I am in a hurry to go back and think about it." Song Changming said with a very artificial face.

"You kid, if you have any confusion about the way of talismans, ask me, ask me, and ask while playing!" Qian Yuan said unhappily.

Song Changming smiled slightly and sat down without hesitation.

The other party was the chief talisman master of the palace, and his talisman level was as high as the sixth level.

Such a person was in front of him, which was a great treasure house of talisman. If Song Changming did not seek opportunities to learn from him, it would be a pity and a waste.

"Boy, don't blame me for not reminding you that human life and energy are limited. It is not advisable to have both. I suggest that you focus on what you are good at." Qian Yuan shook his robe and sat down, and gave another old advice.

"Even the Changsheng family is not like you."

Song Changming smiled slightly after hearing this, "Boy is just interested in talisman, and it will not delay the practice of martial arts, please rest assured, senior."

"Humph, what a greedy little devil." Qian Yuan muttered in his heart, not believing what Song Changming said at all.

He has studied the third-level talisman array, and he only said that he was a little interested. How could he believe it? It must have taken a lot of energy and time to achieve this level of talisman attainment.

But he did not persuade her any more.

After all, the friendship between the two of them was just that, and it was not close.

Moreover, Song Changming could cultivate the talisman to the current level by himself, which proved that he was also talented in the talisman, and it was not a one-sided and useless effort.

After leaving Qianyuan, Song Changming had gained a lot. He estimated that he was not far from becoming a third-level talisman master.

In addition, the information he wanted was also obtained.

"Then what's next"

Song Changming returned to the army and explained a few words, and then went to the military headquarters to report, and then left the city alone.

Now he is the leader of an army, and the only superior in the military headquarters is Hu Zhong, the military marshal, and no one else can control him.

When he left the city, a general stationed at the city wall noticed his back as he left.

"Zhao Chang, what's wrong?" Another general asked when he saw him suddenly stop and looked strange.

"Nothing." The general replied lightly and walked away without saying anything more.

On the other side, Zhao Mansion, a quiet room.

The grandmaster of the Zhao family was sitting cross-legged among them quietly, motionless as if in trance.

If one observes carefully, one can find that the aura of this former master is somewhat disordered at the moment.

The entire quiet room was also filled with the indissoluble smell of herbs.

Ever since he was injured by the big demon more than half a year ago, the Grandmaster has not fully recovered until now.

Obviously, the injury this time has damaged his fundamentals and even shaken the foundation of his martial arts!

This is also the main reason for his stubborn illness.

Secondly, just like ordinary people, the same injury may be healed quickly when you are young, but it may directly kill you in your old age.

This martial arts master is also in the same situation.

As the only remaining ancestor of the Zhao family, he is too old.

The body that is about to decay is much more fragile than when it was young. Although the injury is not fatal, it is extremely difficult to recover.

After a long time, he opened his eyes and sighed, his eyes gloomy.

He raised his hand and grabbed a corner of his clothes and looked at it. On the thin torso under the clothes, a rather deep scratch appeared in front of him in a very ferocious manner.

There is still a faint evil spirit on it, which lingers in the wound and is difficult to eradicate.

"Damn it!" Zhao Wenruo gritted his teeth, hating the big demon, and by the way, he also hated King Cui in the palace.

If King Cui hadn't forcibly recruited all the masters of the aristocratic families in the city to fight against the big demon, he wouldn't have suffered this injury.

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhao Boqi, the contemporary head of the Zhao family, knocked on the door of the quiet room.

"Ancestor, that boy has left the city again, and this time he has been in the army for a long time. He should be leaving Cuibai Road or even Yunzhou." Zhao Boqi bowed and said.

"I know." After hearing this, Zhao Wenruo put down a corner to cover the claw marks, stood up slowly, and seemed to be about to step out of the quiet room.

When Zhao Boqi saw this, he hesitated for a moment, but finally said: "But your body?"

"Although I'm injured, I'm still a martial arts master. Why, is it possible that I can't deal with a mere Xiantian-level military commander?"

Zhao Wenruo glanced at Zhao Boqi, as if he knew what he was going to say, and asked in a tough tone.

"But that kid is very evil. Before" Zhao Boqi thought of the previous precedents and was still a little worried.

"Okay, if we don't hand him over to the Su family, the Su family won't help us. Huh, the blood of the Su family is so noble. This kind of dirty work has to be solved by me, an outsider. "

Zhao Wenruo didn't want to say anything more to Zhao Boqi, so he took one step and turned into a stream of light and left the city.