Chapter 586

The birth of the Holy Spirit is undoubtedly a great surprise to the heaven, which dilutes the sadness in the heart.

Because this means that beheading God has become a saint!

Naturally, he could not hide his thoughts from the little guy. He could not help shaking his head and said, "you think too much. Although the spirit of beheading has been born, it is still one step away from the holy soldiers."

Wu Tian was stunned and his mind peeped away. As Xiao Wuhao said, the breath of beheading God was very strong, which was even several times higher than that of other top level imperial soldiers. However, it was obviously not as good as holy soldiers.

"What's going on?" Wu Tian frowns.

"In fact, I am also very confused. According to the truth, holy soldiers are the minimum standard for the birth of the Holy Spirit. But why is it that the Holy Spirit is born when God is still in the stage of emperor's army?"

After a little frown, he turns his eyes to the God.

After meditating a little more, Xiao Wuhao looked at Xiang Wutian and said, "if I guess correctly, it must be because of the relationship between flying fox and heaven."

"Little Yi?"

Hearing the speech, Wu Tian and his poems are very surprised, but Xiao Yi is also a Leng, full of doubts in his head, and looks at Xiao Wuhao, waiting for his explanation.

"Yes, it's Xiaoyi. To be correct, it's her tears." Xiao Wuhao nodded his head and said that a piece of meat can bring back the dead and a drop of blood can make white bones and raw meat. This is not a legend, but it does exist.

However, many people don't know, including the gods in the ancient times. In fact, the tears left by flying foxes when they are young are the most precious treasure. The vitality contained in them is more than tens of times of flesh and blood.

Before that, Wu Tian caught the flying fox to avoid the blood rushing out of the cave, and the tears just fell on the chopping God. In other words, it was after absorbing the tears of flying fox that the spirit was born by beheading God.

"So amazing?"

Wu Tian was surprised to see Xiao Yi, but her eyes were full of light. All of a sudden, she seemed to think of something. She looked at Xiao Wuhao and wondered, "it's not the first time that we have seen Xiaoyi cry. How can we not find the magic you said?"

"Yes! Xiao Yi grew up with me and shed a lot of tears. If it's like what you said, I'm not a saint soldier. There's no place to put it? " The poem is shriveled and ridiculed. Obviously, he doesn't believe Xiao Wuhao's words.

"You don't understand that!" Xiao Wuhao complacently smiles and patiently explains to several people.

"First, flying fox must be in its infancy, and second, it must be in grief, the tears left behind, in order to have the majestic vitality. If it is beyond our infancy, or has not yet reached its infancy, or under normal conditions, the tears left will be no different from our tears. "

After pondering for a long time, Wu Tian shook his head and said in silence, "your reason is not too far fetched."

"Far fetched is far fetched, but it's all true. Once a big man tried it himself, and after drawing this conclusion, she was shocked. However, due to some reasons, she didn't make it known to the world, and thanks to his failure to say the news, otherwise, the flying fox family would have been exterminated." Xiaowuhao road.

"Who is that great man?" Wu Tian asked curiously.

"Boy, don't try to talk to me. When the time comes, you will know." Small no Hao light said a word, the figure a flash, then disappeared in the sight of the sky.

Helpless shaking his head, Wu Tian looked at the flying fox. His eyes immediately burst into a strange color and said with a smile, "Xiao Yi, can you cry a little more?"

Smell speech, small according to the head shrink, decisively hide behind the poem.

Poetry see, pretty face immediately black down, warm anger way: "brother, what do you want to do!"

"Ha! Nothing, just curious. " No day laughs.

All of a sudden, a dizzy feeling, like the tide, quickly sat on the table, Wu Tian's body swayed. If it was not for the poetry's quick witted and quick hand, he would have fallen down in time.

"I didn't notice it when I put so much blood. Brother, you are too careless."

The poem didn't like to look at him. With a wave of jade hand, the power of light fell. It took only a moment to repair the bloodstain on Wu Tian's wrist, and no trace was left.

No day embarrassed smile, can't say, all because of thinking about Xiaoyi's tears, he just distracted it! If that's true, I think poetry will be in a hurry.

The sword was still shaking violently, and his yearning heart became more and more intense. With a slight smile, he said: "don't worry. Let's drink once in a few days."

It seems that the beheader can really understand Wutian's words. He no longer trembles, his radiance is restrained, and then disappears without any sign. A strong wave of mind also spreads out in the sea of Qi. Wu Tian is stunned and looks inside the sea of Qi, but he finds that he is suspended beside the yuan God, slowly absorbing the power of elements.

Moreover, Wu Tian also found that the cut on the blade of the sword was gradually healing."It's amazing."

Wutian marvels that the spirit of God beheading has been born, which has fundamentally changed. He believes that the current God of beheading will cut down some low-level imperial soldiers without any effort, or even some top-level imperial soldiers can be destroyed.

"When God's left hand and right hand can give birth to the Holy Spirit." Wu Tian mumbles that after the fusion of God's left hand and right hand, it's good to play the power of holy soldiers, but after separation, it's only emperor soldiers.

If the two gloves were born with the Holy Spirit, and then combined into one, I don't know how terrible the killing power will be.

Thinking about it, Wu Tian can't help looking at Xiao Yi.

The poem blocked Xiao Yi's face, looked at Wu Tian warily and said, "brother, I warn you! If you dare to make Xiaoyi's idea, I will never forgive you in my life. "

Although she is simple and kind, she can see her brother's thoughts at a glance. Therefore, in order to protect Xiaoyi's safety, she has to take precautions in advance.

"You think too much, xiaowuhao didn't say that, Xiaoyi should be in grief, the tears left can be effective, you look at her now, there is no sad appearance, even if I get tears, it doesn't matter."

Wu Tian shrugged his shoulders to show that he was innocent. In fact, he said so with purpose.

Before that, most of Xiao Yi's sadness had disappeared after he was killed by God. This can be seen from his watery eyes. Therefore, no genius would say these words, hoping to remind Xiao Yi of the death of lightning hawk and other fierce animals, and cry bitterly from his heart again.

As a result, Wu Tian was disappointed. After hearing this sentence, Xiao Yi felt sad, but she didn't have a drop of tears. Instead, she was a poem. She couldn't control the flow of tears, which made him feel helpless and comforted: "girl, don't be too sad. I'll find the forbidden sect to settle this account."

"Thank you, brother." Poetry forced out a smile, melancholy mouth, and then leaned on the shoulder of Wu Tian, continued to sob for a while, whispered: "let's bury them!"

"Yes." Wu Tian nods.

Therefore, the three men started to dig a big pit, and collected the white bones on the earth one by one and put them into the earth pit.

This is a matter that can be completed with a wave of hands, but poetry must be buried with their own hands.

Half an hour later, looking at the dense bones in the pit, the eyes of poetry are full of sadness. She clenched her hands and murmured, "I will avenge you."

But Wu Tian's remaining light, has been staring at Xiao Yi, seeing that his tears are about to fall down. He has even been ready to throw the God's left hand and right hand in the past.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yi suddenly found that Wu Tian was strange. He just held back the tears that were about to spill out of his eyes. Wu Tian was black and wanted to kick him. However, he did not dare to take action in the presence of poetry.

With a wave of his hand, the soil turned over and buried the pit, covering up the dense bones. Then Wu Tian reached out to wipe away the tears for the poem and said with a smile: "OK, don't cry any more. You see it's a little cat."

"Brother is a little cat!" Poetry puff Chi a smile, pear with rain, lovely extreme!

Looking at the grave in front of his eyes again, the poem wiped away the tears and said, "let's go! We'll go to sweep the grave for my grandfather, and then we'll go to ban Zong and ask for justice for everyone. "

No day nodded, a cold light flashed in the eyes.

By such a toss, the original idea of touring mountains and rivers also disappeared. With a flick of tiantianda's sleeve, he directly opened a boundary door, and then the three people went in one after another.

"It's still the flavor of my hometown." Long village, Wu Tian walks out of the boundary gate, looks around at the familiar and strange scene around, and feels very much.

"Brother, look at that!" All of a sudden, the poem exclaimed, and pointed to the front, as if to see a very terrible picture, pretty face a white.

Wu Tian frowns and looks along the direction of the poem's fingers. Suddenly, it looks like a thunder exploding in Wu Tian's mind. At the same time, his body suddenly trembles, and a mouthful of blood spurts out!

Whoosh, no day rushed out, fell in front of a pit, looking at the picture in front of him, his body was shaking wildly, and his eyes became red in blood, a torrent of weather broke out, turned into a terrible storm, and stormed away to ten directions!

Quench can not prevent, poetry and Xiaoyi with a dull hum, directly lifted up, heavily fell thousands of feet away, and Wutian I was unaware, only blindly looking at the pit!

Because this pit is the tomb of grandfather and villagers!

However, at this moment, the tombstone is gone, the soil is gone, and the bones of grandfather and dozens of villagers have also disappeared. In this case, how can we not be angry without heaven!

"Who on earth, who did it..."

Wu Tian's eyes are red and murderous. His fists are tightly clenched together. But he doesn't know that his fingernails have been stabbed into his hands. Drops of blood fall on the dead leaves, making a clear soundwww.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!