Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

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Most of the swords that once shined with brilliance and represented the highest honors have been buried in the loess, leaving only a little bit of the hilt to stay outside the earth, covering the loess, obscuring the peaks, and the inch of cold light. Falling into the eyes of the monsoon smoke, it is like a thunder, and suddenly blasts in the heart of the monsoon smoke.

Almost in an instant, the monsoon smoke rushed to the collapsed tunnel, and the hands were carefully opened. The loess of the sword was buried, and the epee that Yang Lan had never left was dug out.

The moment when the cold blade fell into the palm of your hand, the eyes of the monsoon smoke stared at the pile of loess in front of you.

Yang Lan once said that every soldier, every general, on the battlefield, the most reliable is the blade of the side, even if it is sleeping, the blade can not leave for a moment.

but……

An ominous premonition suddenly emerged in the heart of the monsoon smoke.

And at this moment, a mess of footsteps suddenly came.

As the monsoon smoked his head and turned his head, he saw that the stunned Linghe was rushing over with thousands of soldiers.

"General?" At the moment when Linghe saw the monsoon smoke, there was a surprise in his eyes, but he had not waited for him to show his face, he found...

The look of the monsoon smoke, abnormal dignity.

Linghe’s gaze fell on the muddy epee that was held in the monsoon smoke, and vaguely felt that the epee was familiar.

"General, this is..." Linghe noticed that behind the monsoon smoke, it was a tunnel that completely collapsed. The tunnel was completely collapsed, but there was still a pungent black powder in the soil. odor.

The monsoon smoke gripped the sword's hand and suddenly tightened her point. Her eyes became clear and clear. She did not hesitate, and immediately issued orders to the thousands of soldiers.

"Take this channel out immediately!"

Linghe has a slight glimpse, and has not yet figured out why the monsoon smoke will make a sudden decision, but he has taken the soldiers to subconsciously carry out the task of the monsoon smoke.

Thousands of soldiers joined forces to excavate, piles of loess were dug up, under the soil, buried the bodies of countless demon people, and the more they dig down... Linghe they feel more and more wrong.

Under the body of a group of demons, they dug up the bodies of the armored armor, and as they dig faster, more and more soldiers of the army were present in front of their eyes.

The dead face of the piece was solidified with a sly expression. Many of the soldiers’ bodies were buried in the loess. Their hands were **** and the surrounding soil was still scratched.

At a glance, Ling He saw that these soldiers of the Sui Army were not killed in the battle with the Yaozu, but lived... They were buried alive in this collapsed tunnel.

"How could this be..." Ling He stunned, although they suffered several explosions along the way, but each time they were stunned, he never imagined that this time, the channel was buried. In the middle of it, there were a large number of soldiers of the army.

"General..." Linghe turned his head and looked at the monsoon smoke, but suddenly found that the eyes of the monsoon smoke were cold and scary at the moment.

"This tunnel has completely collapsed. We... continue to dig down, fearing that it will cause a second collapse." Linghe scalded his mouth.