Wang Yi has no control over what happens outside.
Now, what he has to do is return to his peak condition.
First destroy the Dayong Dynasty, and then destroy the Hehuan Sect.
Wang Yi led thirty-one people to a hidden cave.
There are two big bears sleeping inside.
"You two, go sleep outside!"
The two big bears were about to get angry when they saw the knife in Wang Yi's hand and the unyielding fighting spirit in Wang Yi.
The two big bears packed their bags very smartly and gave the cave to this group of people.
If you can't afford to offend, you can't afford to hide!
Two big bears were going to find monkeys in the mountains to stay for one night.
In the cave, the vitality of heaven and earth is rich, and there is even a hot spring.
Wang Yi threw the jade purification bottle into the hot spring to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
Thirty-two people gathered in the west of the hot spring, practicing with their eyes closed.
Outside, big changes.
In the battle of Tianmoshan, nearly three million troops participated.
More than two million people died, and corpses littered the fields.
It can be said that China won miserably.
If it weren't for Wang Yi, China would not have had much resistance, let alone a tragic victory.
The Dayong Dynasty has several great masters in charge, but China has no great masters.
All this is because of the Tianming Palace and the Old Buddhist Temple.
If it weren't for these two major sects, the great masters of Wudang Mountain and Taixuguan would at least take action, but unfortunately they were stopped by the great masters of Tianming Palace and Laofo Temple.
In other words, both sides are restraining each other.
......
Seven days later.
Wucheng, Yuelai Inn.
"This time, many sects in China are going to disappear!" Yan Xiaofeng sighed.
Too many masters have died. Those first-class sects that do not have innate perfection-level masters will be devoured by other sects.
The most hateful thing is that those sects that were not harmed did not contribute at all in this battle on Tianmo Mountain. Instead, they sat back and enjoyed the results.
"There's nothing we can do about it!" Bao Dawen was equally annoyed.
It is really hateful that the sect that contributed to China was destroyed by the sect that did not contribute.
A person walked into Yuelai Inn.
Wu Sheng, the young master of the Wu family.
This time, his father died fighting many elders.
He kept vigil for seven days, and only today was he free to take a walk.
"Wu Sheng, I heard that General Yang led the army to drive the remnants of the Yong Dynasty out of Shanhaiguan?" Yan Xiaofeng couldn't wait to know the follow-up battle.
Wu Sheng nodded, "Yes, Brother Yan, General Yang is guarding Shanhaiguan again, but it is a pity that he is unable to attack the Yong Dynasty."
The Yong Dynasty has tens of millions of people, and all the people are soldiers.
The most elite army of one million people died, and there were still nine million new recruits.
If Yang Zhan wants to invade the Dayong Dynasty, he must have two million soldiers or a powerful cavalry.
"What a shame, if we have an elite army at this time, we will definitely be able to invade the heart of the Yong Dynasty." Yan Xiaofeng was once imprisoned by the Blood Drops of the Dayong Dynasty, and he knew how terrifying the Blood Drops were.
"Yan Ji, do you know where the Pavilion Master is now?" Wu Sheng was still concerned about the movements of the Zhonghua Pavilion.
Yan Xiaofeng shook his head: "The master of the pavilion has suffered serious losses, and the other people in the Chinese Pavilion have been seriously injured. The master of the pavilion must have taken them to a secret place to heal their injuries. I also have to find a place to practice."
His injury is not serious, but he cannot be dragged away.
"Wu Sheng, what are you doing with the Pavilion Master?"
Wu Sheng's eyes were filled with sadness: "The Blood Drinking Knife has appeared!"
Yan Xiaofeng and Bao Dajin were shocked: "What, the Blood Drinking Knife? Where is the Blood Drinking Knife? It can't be in Tianmo Mountain, right?"
Wu Sheng nodded: "Yes, it was in Tianmo Mountain that the spies came to report that all the corpses were turned into powder, leaving only ashes and powder, with no physical essence left, and they were sucked clean!"
Yan Xiaofeng took a breath of cold air.
He was not shocked that the corpses were sucked clean, but he was shocked that more than two million corpses were buried in Tianmo Mountain. If all of them were washed clean by the Blood Drinking Knife, how terrifying would the owner of the Blood Drinking Knife be?
He finally understood why Wu Sheng was looking for Wang Yi.
"How terrifying is the Blood Drinking Knife? Who is its owner now?"
"The Blood Drinking Knife is one of the top ten magic knives in ancient times. It is very terrifying. It can drain the essence of a person's body and then feed it back to the owner. As for who the owner is, we have no clue, but we know that he is a very cunning person. "
Yan Xiaofeng frowned: "Cunning?"
Wu Sheng nodded: "When the Pavilion Master appeared, he never showed up. Even when the Pavilion Master's aura was less than 30%25 of his peak, he did not show up. He only came out when the Pavilion Master completely lost his trace, and he came out at night, quietly leaving The blood-drinking knife was driven into the ground, sucking out the essence of the corpse. For three consecutive days, on the first day of the west, a large pit collapsed. My Wu family felt a little strange. After digging up the soil, they found that the corpse in the pit had disappeared. The remaining powder, this man, is terrible."
Terrible indeed.
Possessing a blood-drinking knife, his strength is definitely at the master level, but he never shows up, only secretly absorbing the essence of corpses.
"How strong is the owner of the Blood Drinking Knife now?" Yan Xiaofeng knew that the strength of those who owned the magic weapon developed extremely rapidly.
Wu Sheng took out some powder.
This is the ash left behind when the essence of a corpse disappears.
Yan Xiaofeng looked at it carefully, and his expression became more solemn: "This person should be an intermediate master. Even if he doesn't use the blood to drink the sword, he is much more powerful than me!"
Yan Xiaofeng's eyesight is extraordinary and he can find the truth from the smallest things.
"What a terrifying cultivation speed. Half a year ago, he was only innately perfect!" Wu Sheng sometimes wanted to practice magic skills.
Practice magic, absorb the essence of others, break away from the shackles of the world, kill people if you want, rob women if you want, have clear ideas and make rapid progress.
"Once all the more than 2.3 million corpses are sucked up by him, he will definitely reach the Great Perfection of Grandmaster, or even the realm of Grandmaster!" Yan Xiaofeng became even more worried.
Wu Sheng suddenly laughed: "Yan Xiaofeng, what are you worried about? With the Pavilion Master here, even if he really steps into the realm of Grand Master, he is no match for the Pavilion Master!"
Yan Xiaofeng's eyes lit up, it was indeed the case.
Who in the world is the opponent of the master of the Chinese Pavilion?
"Wu Sheng, please withdraw your spies and don't stare there. The owner of the Blood Drinking Knife must already know where your spies are. If you offend him, your sacrifice will not be in vain."
Wu Sheng nodded: "Brother Yan, you are right. There were too many casualties in the battle seven days ago. Our Wu family cannot sacrifice any more disciples."
The Wu family made great sacrifices.
Moreover, it is facing pressure from some major forces.
These powerful forces did not contribute at critical moments and only watched from the sidelines.
Now, they come out to grab food and even reach out to Wucheng.
If his martial arts family can get through this, they will spread their wings and fly high.
If it cannot be overcome and lost to the public, Wucheng will also be renamed.
"I don't know when the Pavilion Master will come back."
......
After Wu Sheng withdrew the Tianmoshan spies, a man wearing a blood-red mask appeared.
"Wu family spies, you are smart, otherwise our family will destroy your Wu family, Jie Jie Jie!" The man in the blood red mask laughed wildly.
He glanced around and then pulled out a strange sword.
He thrust the sword into the ground suddenly.
The sword body and hilt actually flew apart, and in the middle was an extremely flexible chain.
What's even more terrifying is that there are many tentacles extending from the tip of the knife.
very scary.
"Jie Jie Jie, our family can become a powerful grand master in no time. You are a bunch of idiots. Our family is just showing off the cultivation of intermediate masters and deceiving you all. If it weren't for that Wang Yi, how could you compete with the big masters?" Yong Dynasty."
Under the mask is a fanatical face.
He urged the blood-drinking knife to work hard to absorb the essence from the underground corpses!
