In the former Dayou Dynasty, among some of the most elite troops, there was a pill called "Marching Pill".

Although the name of this elixir sounds ordinary, the actual effect is very terrifying.

The army taking this pill has amazing strength and endurance, and can even stay in an extremely excited state for several days without sleeping.

This state can allow the army of the Dayou Dynasty to enter the battlefield in advance beyond the expectations of the opponent. Especially if the enemy loses, the elite army of the Dayou Dynasty will chase after it, and no enemy can escape. In the next few days, even the remaining troops will be strangled and completely wiped out. &nbs++++ Novel p; After the destruction of the Dayou Dynasty, although the recipe for this marching pill was also lost, the Dachu Dynasty successfully discovered one of the main medicines, which is the Dragon Blood Grass.

The effect of the Dragon Blood Grass is not as amazing as that of the Marching Pill, but it can also stimulate the potential of the human body within a few days. This Dragon Blood Grass is also extremely secret for the Great Chu Dynasty and is only from the royal family.

The outside world has no idea where the dragon blood grass comes from, how to cultivate it, and how much it exists in the world.

Even though Ding Ning knew that Li Lingjun must have some secret agreement with Zheng Xiu, the actual controller of the Great Chu Dynasty was still his mother, Concubine Zhao Xiang, and the army of the Great Qin Dynasty would never quietly cross the border between Donghu and Chu. When we came here, it would never be possible to get a large amount of secret medicines to support it.

Regarding the army and war, he had the experience and intuition that other practitioners could not compare with each other. He could now be sure that this was indeed the army from the Great Chu Dynasty. The key is why this army could appear here against the support of Zhao Xiangfei, and why this army directly acted like a way to the practitioners entering this place, which was to do everything and be divided into life and death.

Except for the few people he believed, everyone else in the world thought he was dead, and Changsun Qianxue had never taken action. He and Changsun Qianxue had changed into very thick furs, and their faces were covered with thick scarves. When they arrived, the army could only determine the identity of the old monk at most.

The old monk killed the Donghu Emperor directly before, and ordered the Donghu and the Wu family to join forces naturally to stand on the opposite side of the Qin Dynasty.

What kind of Chu army would he want to kill such an ascetic monk?

These are all confusing questions, but they seem meaningless at the moment.

The remaining snowballs that had just rushed through both sides have rushed back again.

The old monk did not hesitate, lifted the wooden stick in his hand and stabbed it steadily around.

Whether it was Xue Yan's minions, body, or the falling arrows and weapons, in his perception, it eventually turned into shadows of various thicknesses, fast or slowness.

His wooden stick wandered in these shadows, and with each strike, the shadow closest to his body, Ding Ning and others disappeared.

There weren't many violent shocks and collisions.

There was only a hissing sound in the air that kept ringing.

This sound comes from blood constantly rushing out of the holes pierced by wooden sticks. The hot blood often forms ice beads when it falls to the ground, and the riders and snowballs flying around are also beginning to become severely cold when they fall to the ground.

This picture is very calm.

The old monk's actions even reminded Changsun Qianxue of the farmer planting rice seedlings in the paddy fields of Changling, but this monotonous and boring repeated murder scene made Changsun Qianxue feel a little disgusting.

Dull but extremely efficient.

This is how the farmer farmer farmed in Changling is.

The old monk's murder was also extremely efficient.

There is an ice cave on a glacier in the distance.

There was an army staying in the ice cave, from the entrance to the deep and unlit place inside the ice cave, densely packed, and I don’t know how many people were.

However, these people were all calm and had no sound in their breath, completely like ghosts living here.

There was a general at the entrance of the cave, wearing a black robe without any reflection. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked down from a high place, watching the old monk's killing from afar, but did not let the old monk, Ding Ning and others feel the slightest.

He stood at the entrance of this ice cave, but it was like a barrier, and even the aura of the army in the ice cave could not be emitted at all.

...

The old monk gasped slightly.

Extremely efficient killing is fast.

All the snowballs and the riders on their backs were dead, and then quickly frozen in the cold to form ice sculptures around them.

The scarlet blood was on the surface of the blue-black glacier, like a strange blooming flower. It appeared for a moment and quickly dimmed, turning into a shocking purple-black.

However, the old monk inevitably felt a little tired.

Killing is like planting rice.

The farmers in Changling are not tired of planting a cluster of seedlings, but when a row of paddy fields passes, any farmer will be very tired.

"No one is indeed invincible."

He shook his head gently, turned around, looked at Ding Ning, and said with extremely complicated eyes.

What the old monk was thinking about at this time was naturally the battle he had seen in Changling in the past.

The battle in Changling has many far-reaching significance for the entire world of practitioners.

For practitioners of this era, many gaps in realms only exist in the records of classics. When Wang Jingmeng entered Changling, many practitioners truly witnessed the huge gap in power between various realms.

However, the most profound significance for the entire world of cultivators is that this battle made everyone in the world understand that even the truly invincible practitioners in the world of cultivators can still be entangled and killed.

Before this, there were countless powerful practitioners who died in the hands of the army and practitioners, but no one knew whether a truly invincible practitioner could be killed.

The end of those peerless strong men before was often due to new strong men appearing, rather than being killed by a group of practitioners with a big gap in strength.

So in a sense, that battle was also a gamble between Yuan Wu and Zheng Xiu, whether it could stop and kill an invincible practitioner in the world.

The result of that battle actually brought many bad results to the world of practitioners.

Ding Ning and Changsun Qianxue both understood the meaning of his words at this time and the feelings in his heart.

However, Ding Ning looked at the old monk calmly, shook his head seriously, and said, "If you can be killed like that, it means you are not truly invincible."

The old monk was shocked suddenly.

"The Yuanwu of the Lushan Alliance only proves that the eight realms are not invincible."

Ding Ning continued, "The eight realms are not invincible, so they need nine realms."

"The true invincibility does not depend on how high your cultivation level is, but on how high all practitioners are beyond everyone in this world."

The old monk had already realized something, but when he heard this, he still couldn't help but be stunned.

After a breath, he looked at Ding Ning respectfully and asked: "I heard from others in the past. What you originally thought was to become the sword leader of the world. What you mentioned in the sword leader of the world is far beyond everyone in this world. No matter how millions of people are, it is impossible to kill you?"

Ding Ning nodded and said, "That is the real sword head in the world."

The old monk was silent for a moment and said, "But later I heard that I changed my mind?"
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