Super Soldier King

where is this place?

Ye Qian opened his heavy eyelids.

The bone-piercing pain made the muscles all over his body spasm unconsciously, and it also made Ye Qian sober up a lot!

What is the situation now?

He was packed in a bamboo basket, and the basket was hanging on the shoulders of a strange girl.

Ye Qian was covered with healing ointment all over his body at this time, and the white bandage wrapped him like a mummy.

He instinctively released his mental power, wanting to feel what was going on outside the basket, but he couldn't use it at all.

Ye Qian couldn't even feel how injured his body was!

This time it was really hurt too badly!

There was a wry smile on Ye Qian's face, his eyes looked around, through the gap between the bamboo baskets on his back, he could see, beside the girl carrying him, there was an old man on crutches.

Behind the old girl and old man, there are about ten other people walking together.

What surprised Ye Qian was that the faces of these ten or so people were deathly pale, their clothes were tattered and stained with purple-black coagulated blood, and there were various scars all over their bodies.

The worst one even lost half of his head.

Except for the young girl and the old man, these ten or so people are all dead.

But these people still followed behind the young girl and the old man unhurriedly, and their movements were even faster than the practitioners who entered and exited the Taoist Realm.

Corpse chaser?

Three words suddenly appeared in Ye Qian's mind.

Not only in his hometown of Xiangxi, corpse exorcisers are common no matter which world they live in. After all, the corpses of cultivators, if they fall into the hands of evil spirits, are of some use value.

Of course, all sects know this truth, so the basic sects basically have positions similar to corpse exorcisers.

It is used to bury the cultivators who died in the territory under their jurisdiction, or to take the corpses of the disciples who died outside to the sect for burial, so as to prevent the evil spirits from using the cultivation secret method to make zombie puppets and the like.

Of course, this is a regular corpse exorcist.

Informal ones, of course, are dedicated to providing corpses of cultivators for demon cultivators in exchange for benefits.

Is this a dead body?

I just don't know if this is a serious exorcist from the sect, or a supplier of demons!

Ye Qian laughed at himself, this is of course a joy in bitterness, he was really picked up by the demon exorcist, how could he be smeared with ointment like this, tied up like a mummy?

I'm afraid the body is cold now!

Ye Qian can still understand this point.

Ye Qian sighed inwardly, this time he was too big, almost capsized in the gutter.

It is important to recover from the injury!

Ye Qian naturally knew in his heart what was most important now, he was rescued after an accident, this kind of weakness with no strength was unbearable for Ye Qian.

No matter what the outside situation is, the sooner he recovers his strength, the more confident he will be to deal with it calmly.

The first step is naturally to restore the power of the soul. Without the power of the soul, he can't help but lose the spiritual power of his dantian, and he can't even take out the healing elixir in the storage ring.

The void soul path secret method is secretly operating in the soul.

A cool and refreshing feeling instantly permeated the whole body.

This true secret method from the Feixian Sect in the Immortal Demon Continent focuses on the spirit and soul, and has a miraculous effect on restoring and healing the spirit and soul.

Perhaps after a long time, when Ye Qian felt that the old and the young stopped outside and came to a mountain gate, his spirit finally recovered a little bit, saying that it was too difficult to protect himself, but at least his dantian could sense it By the way, the storage ring can also be opened.

More importantly, Ye Qian was finally able to get in touch with the gods and tripods living in Ye Qian's sea of ​​souls.

"Don't pretend to be dead, let your fourth-class world source be sent to my body!"

Ye Qian was almost screaming at this desolate god in the sea of ​​spirits and souls.

At this time, there is no miraculous effect of any medicine from the origin of the world, even if the origin is used for healing, it is a bit overkill, but for Ye Qian, he can't care much at this time.

Without the power to protect oneself, it is too dangerous in this world where the jungle preys on the jungle.

Putting one's own safety on the momentary kindness of others is not innocence, but stupidity.

Moreover, Ye Qian is also a little angry with the gods and spirits.

You must know that the fourth-class world origin obtained by Ye Qian in the March World Conquest has always been placed in the Shenhuang Dingding, but if the Shenhuang Dingling has more initiative, he knows that in a particularly critical situation, use the world origin to help He gets through.

After all, life is gone, so many treasures are still needed.

"It's gone, or do you think you're still alive now?" Shenhuang Dingdingling responded angrily, "You just try your best to die, according to your ability to cause trouble, if you were another person, you would have died a hundred or eighty times That's right, the grass on the grave can turn into a demon!"

"No more?" Ye Qian was dumbfounded.

That was his biggest gain in the world of March, where he was born and died, and just squandered all his inventory?

"This is really gone. You were injured too badly this time, and you can't move the healing elixir in your storage ring. You can only send the fourth-class world source, all of it, into your body. Now it seems that the effect is not bad."

Shen Huang Ding Ding Ling replied gloatingly.

"..."

Ye Qian was speechless, Shenhuang Cauldron Spirit was just a Cauldron Spirit, and a Cauldron Spirit that had not fully recovered.

Even if you are born in the Wuji Dao Soldier, it is not omnipotent.

The origin of the world is between reality and nothingness. Putting it in the Shenhuang Dingling, the Cauldron Spirit can still control one or two, but for the healing elixir in Ye Qian's storage ring, this real substance, the Shenhuang Dingling Dingling is There is really no way.

At least it can't be helped until it fully recovers, otherwise Cauldron Spirit wouldn't have been resting in Ye Qian's sea of ​​spirits and souls.

It is usually a little transparent, and it is still the kind that basically has no sense of existence.

"The origin of the world is not like a elixir. Although the effect is not fast, it is good to fully repair your injuries. Whether it is physical or spiritual recovery, according to my estimation, even if you do nothing, it will take at most a month to fully recover. "

The gods and spirits comforted Ye Qian in a spirited way:

"You'd better not take healing pills this time, and rely on the origin of the world and your own recovery, so that some small injuries that you could not detect in the previous realm can be recovered, and your physical foundation will be consolidated, which is also a blessing in disguise."

"..."

Ye Qian rolled his eyes in his heart, and he said it lightly, you know, he fought life and death in the March world, almost died and scratched a little of the origin of the world, this time he paid it all, it was a big loss.

Ye Qian's heart is bleeding at this time, and he still has to comfort himself with the words of the gods and tripods, which is a blessing in disguise.

Even so, Ye Qian still followed the advice of the gods and tripods, and planned to rely on the origin of the world and himself to recover from his injuries.

Make the best use of everything, if you rashly take the elixir and affect the effectiveness of the origin of the fourth-class world, then Ye Qian will suffer even more.

Here Ye Qian is still questioning the gods and spirits. Outside, a group of young and old people finally waited for a cultivator with gray hair, long eyebrows, the end of the eyebrows even hanging down to the level of the tip of the nose, but with a rosy face like a baby. By.

He is a powerful cultivator who can see the seventh level of Dao Realm.

And he is an evil cultivator!

Ye Qian's slightly recovered mental strength could easily sense the situation of the person coming.

Don't look at how little spiritual power he has recovered, but after countless times of training, mutations when breaking through the realm, nourishment by countless natural materials and earthly treasures, and even persistent cultivation of the true secret method of the Feixian Sect.

No matter how weak this mental power is, its essence is still many levels higher than this evil cultivator's power.

"Liu Neng has met the elders. The disciples who died in the battle with the Hanba Sect last month are all here. Three of them are elders at the seventh level of the Peeping Dao Realm, and the other fifteen are disciples of the Peeping Dao's internal sect!"

Liu Neng, the little old man who chased the corpse all the way, bowed his hands respectfully and reported.

"Susu has met the elder!" The girl Susu next to the little old man Liu Neng bowed down and saluted the elder even though she was carrying a pannier with a person in it.

"According to the usual practice, after the cleansing is repaired, those who have family members will be taken back at home, and those who are not will be buried in the Zongmen Cemetery!" The elder of the Zongmen with long eyebrows glanced at him casually. The corpse was inspected and nothing abnormal was found, so he ordered directly.

The two families have been fighting for a secret realm with the Hanba Sect for several years, and a group of disciple elders will always die every month. He has long been used to it. As long as there is nothing weird, just follow the previous rules.

"Who is this?"

Elder Changmei's eyes fell on the back basket behind Susu, he could sense that the person inside was seriously injured and dying, and he was almost breathing.

If it was his own disciple, of course he had nothing to say, and it was not uncommon for the disciples of the elders who were dying to be sent back by the way, but this cultivator did not have a disciple of the sect's secret method, so he was obviously an outsider.

"It's the villain's nephew. He came here to join the little old man, but there was an accident on the way, and he became like this. Whether he can live or not is another matter. They are all relatives. We can only do our best and obey the destiny!"

The little old man Liu Neng explained simply.

"You know what time it is now, don't lead people to the sect indiscriminately, if something happens, no one can protect you!"

Elder Changmei frowned. Liu Neng's family has been exorcising corpses for more than ten generations in the sect, and they have never made any mistakes.

Although he felt that there was something wrong with it, he didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Even if it was picked up by the side of the road, with injuries like this, there are basically only a few days to live, just lingering.

There is no need to criticize such a trivial matter at this time, after all, no one in the sect is willing to do the matter of expelling corpses.

"Elder, don't worry, you won't cause trouble for the sect!"

The little old man Liu Neng nodded and bowed in agreement.

"Go to work!"

Elder Changmei didn't say anything more, he walked up the mountain with a flick of his sleeves, and his figure disappeared without a trace in just one breath.

"Let's go!"

The little old man Liu Neng wiped off his sweat, led the girl, and led the eighteen corpses behind him, around the mountain gate, made a big circle, crossed two high mountains, and finally stopped at the top of the third mountain.

From Ye Qian's perspective, it is better to say it is the edge of the mountain than the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain formed a large circle, and in the middle of the mountain, a plain was sunken, covering an area of ​​about ten thousand mu of land.

This is an extinct volcano, and the mountain is full of graves.

Ye Qian looked at the forest of tombstones at the foot of the mountain, he was so secretive, he didn't know how many sect disciples were buried in it.

It was like a sea of ​​tombs.

"Got home!"

The little old man Liu Neng murmured in a low voice, with a little joy and stability in his voice.

"Well, we're home!" The girl Susu smiled, her tone full of joy...