However, even he may have ignored a little.

After Lin Yi's inner alchemy disappeared for a long time and his cultivation level broke through this shackle, it was not only his strength but also his terrifying wound healing ability.

Whether it was Xi Ruyu's military advisor or Xi Ruyu himself, the injuries caused to Lin Yi by any of them, even if it fell on a practitioner of the Divine Thought Realm, the practitioner of the Divine Thought Realm would have long been dead.

However, without a day and night, the terrifying wounds in his body will recover quickly.

The most important thing is that others cannot know... Such a wound healing speed will be faster as his body becomes stronger and his strength continues to increase.

...

The true essence is broken before, like waves hitting the body.

Among these broken true essences, some belong to the dead people in the Jiange, and the others belong to the killed Northern Wei practitioners.

These true energy constantly impacted Lin Yi's heavy armor, pervasively penetrated into the Tianpi Treasure Clothes, and the moment they came into contact with his skin, it merged with his internal energy and turned into extremely pure airflows, eroding into his body.

His power comes from the body and from the energy of grains, but these external true energy, in his perception at this time, carries vigorous vitality and the essence of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Just like a slight spring rain nourishes the cracked land, repairing his broken flesh and meridians, allowing his flesh and blood to grow more rapidly and vigorously.

He had already begun to understand that fighting is the true meaning of Daji Luo.

In the continuous breakage and rebirth, temper like a hundred crafts, and then gain more powerful strength.

Those practitioners who practice true essence skills in the world grow up like spring rain during meditation and practice, and his great way of becoming a great master is to grow up in such a arduous and cruel battle.

For him, this kind of battle is practice.

The process of continuous practice and becoming powerful.

...

No one knew at this time that there was a person who was in a similar mood to him.

He is Wang Pingyang.

Mr. Tianfen, who is now covered in scars.

Looking at such killing and the crazy Northern Wei army, he was probably one of the calmest people in Zhongli City at this moment.

He defeated himself in Meishan, and until this time, he was more convinced that his choice was right.

He returned to the camp behind the broken wall and entered the camp full of medicine.

He did not immediately ask about the injuries of Chen Jinru and others. His eyes fell on the fat man who was placed on a corner of soft collapse for a long time.

This medical officer named Wang Xianrui was in a coma for too long, but his body did not experience muscle atrophy like those who were in a coma for too long. Instead, he might have taken too much medicine and his figure looked a little swollen.

"How is he?"

Wang Pingyang asked softly, looking at Huang Qiutang who was concentrating on a certain medicine.

"In theory, the energy has been smooth and should have been able to wake up long ago, but I don't know what's wrong, it has nothing to do with my medicine stone." Huang Qiutang raised her head and looked at Wang Pingyang. She already knew Wang Pingyang's nature very well. When she looked at Wang Pingyang's eyes, she understood what he was thinking.

"You decided to start using his martial arts here?"

"I have already agreed before. If you don't try it, you and I don't know what the problem has in the end, and what is his intention. What's more, there are probably not many places in the world that have many people dead, and there are constant deaths. This is indeed the fastest place to practice his skills."

Wang Pingyang took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and then continued: "The most important thing is that I always feel that the most dangerous enemy is not Zhongshan Wang Yuanying, but he is always. If we cannot defeat him, we will never win this war."

Huang Qiutang watched him stop talking.

She naturally agreed with Wang Pingyang's words in her heart, and she was even worried that the Demon Sect would appear in this place.

But Wang Pingyang chose to do this, but it was no different from trying to use his body to test the poison.

She has no children and nephews, and if she has one, she would be about the same age as Wang Pingyang.

In her mind, although she would not be like a son and nephew of Wang Ping, the longer she had been in contact with him, the more she felt that if she had such a son and nephew, it would be a blessing to cultivate.

"I am also a southerner. I cannot just let Lin Yi take care of the city guarding. If this is the case, it will be as glorious as those in the Sword Pavilion."

He whispered this to Huang Qiutang, and then left the tent.

...

Inside and outside the city, there were heroic auras everywhere, but for Wang Pingyang, who decided to start practicing the magic of the Demon Sect, what filled and wrapped around his body was the fresh breath of death.

Some things will never know their existence without touching them.

But since I knew it existed, even though I wanted to stay away from it, this cold, smooth and tempting smell always filled the surroundings, just like the cold skin of the dead Northern Wei girl, always close to him.

Naturally, he often thought of the dead Northern Wei girl.

But he was no longer as scared, confused and helpless as he was then.

He cannot change the past, but he can correct the future and decide the path he wants to go.

He began to practice.

In the fresh breath of death that filled his body, many strands of vitality that even Taoist Yuan could not detect were quickly condensed by him and continued to pour into his body.

His dry meridians began to produce wisps of fresh true energy, which may be very powerful to others, but for him, it was a true energy full of strange and dangerous smells.

He slowly walked towards the broken city wall ahead.

There are countless fresh and powerful energy there.

Lin Yi's cultivation has grown rapidly and unimaginably, and he will do the same, as long as his body can withstand it.

...

No one in Zhongli City noticed his practice, but on the other side of the river, when Wang Pingyang's body turned into a whirlpool and was constantly absorbing the vitality, he parked in a carriage in the shadow behind an ordnance, but a practitioner in a black robe opened his eyes.

The practitioner wore a strange, bird-headed iron helmet.

There was a round target-like tattoo on his forehead.

His skin was like a dark rock that had been blown by the cold wind for thousands of years.

Feeling the same smell, the Demon Sect's tribe did not feel the danger, but instead smiled slightly, revealing snow-white teeth.

His teeth were particularly white, shining with a cold light.
Chapter completed!