Chapter 242

just for a moment, Feng Wuwei thought of these things. When his heart shrank, he didn't dare to think about it any more. He just tried his best to reply in a sad tone:

"this is the master's command. I'm not afraid to live in it. Now I just want to properly handle the younger martial brother who is sleeping here."

After that, he immediately lowered his head and did not dare to look directly into Yan Changkong's eyes.

Yan Changkong knew him very well, but he had no choice but to sigh a deep sigh. Although he failed to reach his goal, he was in a hurry. He also said in sorrow: "it's hard for you to think about this. Do as you think."

If Feng Wuwei can properly handle the dead disciples for him, and if he can recite this for him, even if he does not get on the chariot now, what will happen? There will be opportunities in the future. He will certainly not run counter to himself.

The wind did not fear to hear this, so he bowed and bowed his head back. When he returned to the crowd, he straightened up and looked up at the people who were meditating and breathing.

"Everyone, life and death depend on life and death, and wealth is in heaven. But this time, more than 100 disciples of the same sect died here for the war of race, which is the misfortune of our school and the great fortune of the world."

After a little pause, everyone's eyes were focused, and then he said out loud: "the strange insects will not be destroyed. There will be more brothers of the same clan who will lose their lives in the future. There will be more human friars who will die for this, maybe you or me."

With sad eyes around, the sad meaning on the face infects people.

"But since we are monks, will we not shoulder the responsibility of guarding the living place? Will this insect devour our race wantonly? Today, your body will return to your hometown, and I will be the same in the future. We, who are alive, can only summon their souls and return to their hometown. "

This is the first time that all the young disciples stop sobbing.

In the past, when I went out for training, some of my classmates broke their legs and feet, lost their limbs, and even died outside and their whereabouts were unknown.

But when did people see so many corpses? This is an immortal cultivator, far more than the ordinary people. Now he lies here quietly and never moves again.

"Summon his soul, return to his hometown, and the fire will rise." Feng Wuwei sees that people can almost accept it. Knowing that he can't drag on any more, he shouts. At the same time, a small fireball appears in the palm of his hand.

When they saw this, they were also holding a decision. Without a second breath, a small fireball appeared in the palm of three or four hundred friars.

Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu also come together. Although they are extremely weak, they can't easily grasp the small magic like fireball?

"Dust return to dust, soil to soil, all kinds of past events, eventually become nothing, send you the last journey." The wind fearless takes the lead to throw the small fireball towards the body that piles up together.

All the friars threw fireballs at the body.

"Boom", although the small fireball is not powerful, but three or four hundred friars at the same time, the power is amazing.

The fire of spiritual power can't be extinguished by water, and a pile of corpses will disappear in a moment, leaving no ashes.

"Everyone, clean up the battlefield, peel off the Zerg, dig its core and give it to me. After returning to the base, they will be allocated according to their merits." Yan Changkong roared and immediately took over the command.

When they heard this, they were overjoyed. How many kernels should there be?

After the fierce battle and grief, a great harvest is ushered in, which is the promotion of cultivation and the guarantee of life. Who is not happy.

Without further agitation, the crowd rushed to the Zerg corpse.

In the fierce battle, some people couldn't resist the temptation to kill and dig out the core of the dead Zerg. But later, there were more and more dead Zerg. How can we finish the task?

Now there is no intense tension, and they are excited, talking and taking out the core.

What they are talking about is the same thing. How strong is the aura of Zerg in the later stage? Who should it belong to?

"Fearless, you're going to pull out the first-order late and mid Zerg kernels." Yan Changkong didn't seem to hear people's comments and said to the wind without fear.

Feng Wuwei wanted to help all the disciples. Hearing this, his face suddenly changed. His body trembled slightly, and he stopped in an instant. But he turned around and said, "yes.".

When he turned to leave, he took a peek at Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu. Seeing that they began to meditate and regulate their breath, he quickly walked to the place where the later corpses were located.

After a while, Feng came back with three cores, one later and two mid cores.

He felt a strong aura emanating from the three cores. The spirit liquid in his elixir field was gradually surging, and his whole body was very comfortable.

If we refine the later core, we will certainly enter the middle stage of foundation construction.

This was his first thought when he got the kernel.

But now he handed Yan Changkong the three cores, but his face was extremely calm. His outstretched hand did not hesitate. It seemed that what he handed out was not the core that could make him promoted to the middle stage, but three ordinary stones.Yan Changkong took over the three kernels, his face slightly shaking, but his eyes seemed unintentional, but he focused on Feng Wuwei's face. Seeing that he was extremely calm, he was a little disappointed.

With a touch of the left hand, the three cores disappeared in the hands, and the faces of the people around him were disappointed.

I thought Yan Changkong would pass on the core one by one, but now I hope to be disappointed. I can feel the deep aura far away, but I can't hold it in my hand. It's a pity.

After a stick of incense, the Zerg on the battlefield are almost cut open their ugly faces and dig out their cores.

Nearly seven or eight hundred cores entered yanchangkong storage bag.

Although most of them are under the tenth layer of gas refining, which is far from being compared with the first-order later stage core, the good thing is that the number is enough, and there is an explanation when we go back to the base.

"The harvest is very much, return to the base, reward the merit." Yan Changkong gently patted the storage bag, after confirming its existence, roared and took the lead in flying away.

"Yes." All of them jumped into the air and sped away towards the camp.

Countless disciples turned back and took a deep look at the battlefield.

This is an ordinary incomparable forest, but now it has become an open space, dozens of miles, regardless of trees, weeds, rocks, all disappeared.

And in this dozens of miles of messy open space, a burnt black place is very conspicuous.

This is the place where more than 100 brothers of the same family died.

Yi Heng and Zeng Yushu originally wanted to follow the crowd from afar, but countless disciples looked back at them from time to time.

In desperation, Zeng Yushu had to help him fly to the front, with Wu An and others in a row, following Yan Changkong.

Yi Heng's pale face covered up the uneasiness in his heart, but at this time he felt very nervous.

The wind is not afraid to think of things, he can naturally think of.

Yan Changkong has tried several times just now. If one does not respond well, I am afraid it will be the time to turn against each other and break up completely.

Especially when the wind fearlessly collected the first-order core, Yan Changkong did not care at all, but his spirit and eyes paid attention to him in real time.

Zeng Yushu was preparing to speak at that time, and was quickly stopped by him.

Yan Changkong can hide from others, and how can he hide from the eight trigrams in purple mansion?

At that time, the two men had not recovered one point of their spiritual fluid. They were either killed on the spot or they were in a situation of life and death.

Otherwise, who doesn't want a first-order post kernel? What's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, what's more, if you're willing?

The robbery barely survived, and Yan Changkong had no doubt about it, but he was afraid of it.

But his fear is not enough to fear, more to think about is the fear of the three main gate.

"It's still too much of a show this time." In the heart of a dark sigh, extreme eyes look, the way back is not far away, but perhaps this is not the way to return.

It's OK that the three gate masters are afraid to fall, but if they force them to ask about the method of improving their cultivation and try to break through the golden elixir period, what should we do?

It is impossible to tell them that there is no way to break through the golden elixir period, and there is no pill to improve the success rate of breakthrough.

However, we can't leave at once. The transmission array in the forbidden area has to be repaired. Otherwise, it's difficult to get away from here and set up another mountain?

But what to do back home?

Are the three gate owners waiting for themselves? Will Lin Wufeng give a chance to speak?