Chapter 390: The War Between the Soldiers of the Western Continent, Halfway Through, the Master of Spiritual Medicine Blames Qi Huang, the World Is Sick? The Taoist Priest Is Shocked

In the West, the sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.

The autumn wind is bleak, rolling up the white grass on the ground and floating towards the sky.

On the endless grassland, huge military camps are neatly distributed on the land. Above each camp, there is a white light ball the size of a bathtub floating, connecting everything.

This is the soldiers' camp.

A handsome young man stood on the boundless wilderness, waved his big hand, and tightly grasped a floating white grass in his hand. His face was deep, and no one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

A silver-white big hand suddenly pressed on the handsome young man's shoulder.

"Aksa Baibian Xuanbing, you have done a good job."

"Of the thirty-six countries in the West, we have destroyed eighteen countries and occupied half of the country. Although we have suffered a small setback now, it is not your fault."

"Uncle, how were the casualties in the last war?" The handsome young man did not reply to the words of the tall soldier behind him, but changed the subject and asked.

"The casualties are huge!" The tall soldier paused, and then a helpless look appeared on his face. "Our soldiers have been in decline for too long. It is a credit to you, the Hundred Changes Xuanbing, that we were able to destroy the 18 countries. In addition, we took them by surprise and caught the Western Continent countries off guard."

"Now that the remaining countries have united, we are naturally not as unstoppable as before."

"I'll go see the injured soldiers."

The handsome young man was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then strode towards a camp behind him. His dark metal military boots stepped on the white grass, leaving a trail of traces on the ground.

A soldier with a human head in front and a body transformed into a strange four-wheeled flatbed cart drove a bunch of soldiers with missing arms and legs from a distance.

One after another, they entered a large camp for wounded soldiers.

Seeing the handsome young man step into the camp, the wailing in the white camp for wounded soldiers suddenly stagnated.

"Marshal, you... why are you here?"

"I'm here to visit the most glorious warrior of my soldier clan!" Bashi Junquan smiled. At this moment, he was not as calm and crazy as he was in battle, but with a very friendly smile.

An hour later, the handsome young man suddenly floated into the sky, wantonly releasing his own momentum.

"You are the most brave and fearless warriors of my soldier clan. Scars are our best medals. Now the world is changing. If you don't advance, you will retreat. If you don't succeed, you will die. There is not much time left for us."

"I, Aksa Baibian Xuanbing, will make a major decision today. I will open my merits to exchange for the strongest cultivation secret method of my Aksa family, "Soldier Cultivation Slaughtering Spirit Saint Jue"."

The handsome young man looked around, and the steady voice of Bashi Junquan floated above every white light group.

As soon as these words came out, the huge soldier camp was silent at first, and then it exploded, and many soldiers began to discuss.

The tall soldier looked up at his outstanding nephew with his mouth wide open. Obviously, he had never expected this move of Ba Shi Jun Quan.

However, this was just the beginning, and the king bomb continued.

"From today on, as long as you are a soldier under my Ba Shi Jun Quan, you can practice the first level of "Soldier Cultivation and Slaughtering Spirits Saint Art."

"From today on, all captured items will be counted according to contribution, and all occupations will be counted according to military merit. All privileges of all military nobles will be abolished, and the capable will be promoted and the weak will be demoted."

"...."

"Everyone, please work together to fight for a bright blue sky for my soldier clan!"

"The mountains and rivers are on the chessboard, the stars and the moon are falling, and the military spirit is hard to calm down."

"The weight of the weapons is unbearable, and the iron cavalry opens the dawn."

"The iron horses in the five realms are so delicate, and the south wind ends with the sound of death after the song!"

Accompanied by Ba Shi Jun Quan's words, the sound of shouting "Military God" echoed between heaven and earth like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, the hegemonic military power seemed to hear something breaking in his ears. With a click, his body resonated with the military spirit of many soldiers.

Long spears were like a forest, weapons and armor were like rain, and countless soldiers began to emit strands of white military spirit, lingering on the hegemonic military power.

At this moment, his momentum began to rise step by step, increasing, increasing, and doubling. Suddenly, he broke the limit once, twice, and continued to rise to an astonishing intensity close to the third limit before slowly stopping.

Feeling the resonance between himself and the "military heart", a hint of obscure joy began to flash in the eyes of the handsome young man.

This is another way to break the limit that he comprehended in the only true scripture "The Divine Method of the Heavenly General of the Yubingjun" left by the Lord of Arms.

A way to gather people.

When the war was blocked, he finally made up his mind to win the hearts of the soldiers by killing all the military nobles.

In the dangerous environment surrounded by powerful enemies, in the fertile land of milk and honey flowing with war smoke, the soldiers really need a savior.

When the military spirit and military heart are integrated and controlled by one person, that person can be called the God of War!

As long as the number of soldiers is large and the strong are like a forest, then his power to dominate the world will be stronger, so strong that everyone will feel trembling.

"God of War!"

"God of War! God of War!"

I don't know who started it, the voice of the God of War first broke like waves, and then suddenly set off a huge wave!

Countless soldiers' pupils flashed red light, their arms turned into long spears, crossbows, cannons, sharp blades, steel claws and many other strange weapons, and began to shout to the sky!

At night.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the white grass on the ground was blown to the sky.

Above the wasteland, the moon was like a disk.

The tall soldier looked at the back of the handsome young man in front of him, his mouth slightly opened, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Uncle is here to be a lobbyist." The hegemonic military power turned around and looked at the current strongest soldier, the deputy marshal, who had supported him all the way, but his face was full of fatigue.

"Marshal."

"Uncle, please call me Aksa Hundred Changes Mysterious Soldier."

"Without the Aksa family of "Soldier Cultivator Slaughtering Spirits Sacred Art", is there still an Aksa family among the soldiers? Hundred Changes Mysterious Soldier." The tall soldier said in a muffled voice.

"Uncle, since my father opened the passage to the human realm with his life, we can no longer turn back. Without the "Soldier Cultivation and Soul-Slaying Sacred Art", the future nephew of the Aksa family does not know, but my nephew's practice of the "Divine Art of Controlling the Soldiers and Heavenly Generals" is making rapid progress, and he has a faint sense of impending disaster."

"In the three continents of the human realm, our soldiers can't even conquer the entire Western Continent. If we continue to cherish our own things and don't make changes, the problem of whether there is an Aksa family is not the problem, but whether there will be soldiers in the future."

"Uncle, why do you think our soldiers are the first to merge with the human realm? With my father's strength at the time, can he really find that weak spot in the space?"

"Or, was that weak spot in the space deliberately created by someone or formed by the heaven and earth..." The faint voice of the Tyrant Military Power came, and the moonlight sprinkled on his back, making his face look a little gloomy.

"You mean..."

"My nephew is afraid that someone is using my soldier clan as a knife!"

"The human race is not trustworthy, and other realms are even more untrustworthy. Uncle, don't look at how we have dominated nearly half of the land in the Western Continent, with a scene of flowers and brocade, and a raging fire. In fact, my nephew is just fighting for his remaining life."

"The fate of the soldiers must be in their own hands. If there are no soldiers, what's the use of those precious minerals and miraculous skills."

"A monkey king guarding a pile of rotten bananas, is he really a king? Scatter the bananas, uncle, God will not bless the human race, nor our soldiers. We can only use all means to strengthen ourselves and become stronger at a speed beyond others' imagination."

"Uncle, my father has handed the fate of the soldiers to my nephew. My nephew is willing to make any sacrifice. I hope uncles and uncles will not make it difficult for me."

A kind man cannot command an army. At this point, the hegemony of military power has already revealed its murderous intention!

Being from the same clan, it was like riding on the same boat. Rather than dying together in the future, he might as well send them away now, maybe he could still have a chance.

The stronger the soldiers, the stronger he would be. Gathering people to break the deadlock was the path he chose, for himself and for the soldiers.

"Soldiers, victory!"

The tall soldier knelt on one knee with his chest in his hands.

"God of War, I will stand behind you and take care of everything. Some things are more convenient for me to do."

"It's better not to get your hands dirty, especially when they are stained with the blood of your own people."

"Uncle." A dry voice came out of the throat of the Tyrant Army. Even with his strong mind, he couldn't help but reveal a touch of emotion.

"There is no father and son on the battlefield, let alone your uncle, Aksa Hundred Changes Mysterious Soldier, this is the last time your uncle will call you, from today on, you are the god of war of our soldier clan!"

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"Meow, go to the nearby bear cave and get some more honey. Remember, don't take it all at once, leave some for them."

"Hehe, Dad, don't worry, this is what you taught me, to sustainably exhaust the pond without destroying the stability of the bear group, right, the child knows."

"The child has memorized the nearby bear caves, let's go back and do another one."

Meow stood up, patted his chest and jumped up immediately, and his figure disappeared in the shadow cast by the tree canopy.

At this moment, it has been more than ten days since Yi Chen left Hailong City. Nothing unusual has happened along the way except for some scoundrels peeping.

Now that the journey was halfway through, Lin Luo decided to take a rest for one night and hold a small meeting with the team members. Yi Chen naturally had no objection to this. He was happy to do so. He just stole half a day of leisure and came to a nearby hilltop to borrow some bear honey roasted chicken wings to eat.

The setting sun melted gold and dyed the clouds in the sky red.

"Roasted chicken wings are my favorite~"

"Bear honey is used as honey juice~"

"Loyal Leopard, go get some more pine wood. Fellow Daoist Lin Luo will come later, and there is not enough pine wood."

Beside a bonfire made of two-finger-thick pine wood, several iron skewers each pierced seven or eight chicken wings, and Yi Chen was holding a wolf hair brush dipped in honey to brush the sauce.

The loyal leopard, who was drooling on the side, flashed and disappeared behind the hillside when he heard the words.

As time went by, a strong fragrance drifted in all directions along the evening breeze under the licking of the blue flames of the burning pine wood. It was obvious that the chicken wings were almost ready.

At this moment, a faint chanting sound suddenly came from afar.

"Half a lifetime of wasted time, in exchange for four words, to save the world with medicine."

"Birth, aging, illness and death, fame and fortune are all external to the body."

"To treat the poor and the rich, just be worthy of honor, egrets sing in the evening, angelica!"

"Pour a pot of wine, chant the sunset, heal the weak bones, save the short eyes..."

"Hey, it's the smell of chicken wings and bear honey."

"The chicken wings are cut just right, the bones and muscles are softened by the master's strength but not rotten, not bad."

The chanting sound came from far away, and suddenly a wandering doctor wearing a blue scarf and a pair of straw sandals appeared in Yi Chen's sight.

In his left hand, he held a flag with the words 'to save the world with medicine', and in his right hand, he held a greasy yellow gourd and stuffed it into his mouth. After seeing Yi Chen's roasted chicken wings, his eyes lit up and his figure flashed.

"Gan Nen Niang, old...old senior, an expert!"

Yi Chen waved his hand, trying to stop the wandering doctor from snatching his chicken wings, but he caught nothing. He saw that the man's figure suddenly became ethereal, as if there was nothing. When he appeared again, an iron skewer was already in his hand.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Yi Chen's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of vigilance.

Damn, is it a master who came here for the matter of Qin Emperor Ying Si sending people to Longhu Mountain?

Gan Nen Niang, do you still have a conscience to pay such a small amount of money for such a master Ying Si?

With this little money, I can only take Lin Luo Daoist and run away. Others will definitely not be able to take care of it, even if they add money.

Once the expert makes a move, you will know whether it is good or not.

Being able to snatch food from the tiger's mouth in front of Yi Chengzi, this is no longer an old Deng, but an old senior. Yi Chen laughed awkwardly and decided to go through the process first.

"Who are you, old senior? Yichengzi, I am polite!"

"Isn't it written clearly that I am a wandering doctor who saves the world with my medicine?

Tsk tsk, young man, you have such a powerful cultivation. I almost fell into your trap. Fortunately, I am still sharp." The black mole the size of a soybean on the nose of the wandering doctor trembled, but he proudly bit off a golden chicken wing on the iron skewer.

"Hey~ It is really the wing of the spiritual bird flamingo. This spiritual bird seems to have been specially selected and cultivated to strengthen its wings, making its meat more chewy and smooth. It's amazing. This flamingo actually feeds on the spiritual grass fire grass. I didn't expect that the young Taoist priest is so rich."

Yi Chen: "." I met a master. He actually described the spiritual material given by Princess Jing in such detail.

"Senior is indeed a long-time glutton. Yichengzi admires you very much. Please take a seat."

Seeing that the mysterious old man had no intention of taking action, Yi Chen no longer wanted to continue.

Just for Ying Si's empty promise, why risk your life? It's not worth it. Let's see what this man is up to.

"Come on, drink! I wonder what diseases the senior is good at treating? What medicine does he use?" Yi Chen immediately took out fine wine and delicious food from the storage ring, and after a few drinks with the old man, he began to get the details of this man.

"Hey, little Taoist priest, you are not honest. I have wasted half my life, but I have accomplished nothing."

"The human world is covered by mountains and rivers, and the green mountains bury loyal bones. Where can I find the art of resurrection in the world and break the way of heaven."

"After wasting half my life, I realized that although good medicine is bitter, the world without medicine is the most bitter."

"Little Taoist priest, people can take medicine when they are sick, but the world is sick, it wants to eat people~"