Unprecedented Pill Refiner: Entitled Ninth Young Lady

Most of the sword, once shining with brilliance and representing the highest honor, has been buried in the loess. Only a little hilt is left outside the soil. Inch of loess covers the cold peak. The inch of cold light falls into the eyes of the monsoon smoke, but it is like a thunderbolt, suddenly exploding in the heart of the monsoon smoke.

Almost in an instant, the monsoon smoke rushed to the collapsed tunnel, and his hands were cut off, buried the Loess of the sword, and dug out the heavy sword that Yang Shun had never left.

When the cold blade falls into the palm of the hand, the eyes of monsoon smoke stare at a pile of loess.

Yang Shun once said that every soldier, every general, on the battlefield, the most reliable is the blade around him. Even in deep sleep, the blade cannot leave for a moment.

But

An ominous premonition suddenly appeared in the heart of the monsoon smoke.

At this moment, a disordered sound of footsteps suddenly came.

The monsoon smoke subconsciously turned around and saw that Ling He, with a face of embarrassment, was hurrying over with thousands of soldiers.

"General?" At the moment when Linghe saw the monsoon smoke, he suddenly saw a surprise in his eyes, but before his joy showed on his face, he found

The expression of monsoon smoke is extremely dignified.

Linghe's eyes fell on the heavy sword which was covered with soil in the hand of monsoon smoke. He felt that the heavy sword was familiar.

"General, this is..." Linghe noticed that behind the monsoon smoke, it was a completely collapsed tunnel. Rao said that the tunnel had completely collapsed, but there was still a pungent smell of black powder in the soil.

The hand of monsoon smoke holding the heavy sword suddenly tightened a minute, her eyes suddenly became clear, without any hesitation, she immediately gave orders to the thousands of soldiers.

"Dig this passage now!"

Linghe is slightly shocked. He hasn't figured out why the monsoon smoke suddenly makes a decision, but he has subconsciously carried out the task assigned by the monsoon smoke with the soldiers.

Thousands of soldiers work together to dig. Piles of loess are dug. Under the soil, countless demon bodies are buried, and the more they dig down Linghe and they feel more and more wrong.

Under a pile of demon corpses, they even dug out the corpses in the light armor of the burning army. With the speed of their excavation, more and more bodies of the burning Army soldiers appeared in front of them.

On those dead faces, there was a grim expression. The bodies of many burning soldiers were buried in the yellow soil. Their hands were bloody and fleshy, and the dirt around them was scratched

At a glance, Ling he saw that the soldiers of the burning army were not killed in the battle with the demon clan, but alive Buried alive in the collapsed tunnel.

"How could this be..." Ling he was stunned. Although they had several explosions along the way, they spent every time in a thrill. He never thought that this time, there were a large number of bodies of burning soldiers in the buried passage.

"General..." Linghe subconsciously turns to look at the monsoon smoke, but suddenly finds that the eyes of the monsoon smoke are cold and frightening at the moment.

"The tunnel completely collapsed. We Continue to dig, for fear that it will cause a second collapse. " Ling he opens his mouth.