V2.Chapter 34

The night is deep.

In the valley of the island, cangxu got up from the ground.

"Alas, old arms and old legs." The old scholar hammered his waist with his fist.

Seeing this scene, Bai Ya couldn't help recalling the situation that Cang Xu smoothed his facial wound and directly healed in the dock of Xinyue port.

"Lord cangxu is a necromancer. His body has also been transformed by necromancy. Will he also be tired?" Bai Ya was confused.

Mane Ge held his arms and looked on coldly.

After an hour of depiction and arrangement of cangxu, there are dense lines on the ground of the valley and the surrounding mountain walls.

These veins are thick and thin, some are straight like swords, and some are curved like vines.

Cang Xu frowned slightly and checked it for the last time. After confirming that it was correct, he began to instill his magic into this temporary alchemy array.

As more and more magic was transported, the lines gradually lit up, and soon the entire alchemy array was lit up.

The brilliance gradually condensed and formed a huge white sphere of light at the center of the French array.

"Success!" Seeing that the light ball stabilized, Cang Xu's face appeared happy.

The order has already been decided.

With Soul Crystal in his arms, Sandao walked into the white sphere of light under the gaze of everyone.

The brilliance had no effect on the three knives, but the soul crystal in the goblin's hand quickly dissipated in the white light, turned into dark smoke, and quickly transformed the white light ball into a black ball.

Eddy current is formed in the black ball, and the eddy current continues to flow, making a whine sound.

After a dozen breaths, the black ball turned into a white light ball again.

Goblin Sandao walked out of the light ball in spirit.

Someone shouted, "how do you feel?"

"Great!" Three knives smile.

The second is cyanobacteria.

After he came out, he was also in high spirits. His previous fatigue was swept away, and he sincerely praised: "it is worthy of being a famous soul crystal."

But Cang Xu reminded, "this is just your illusion. Your spirit has increased sharply, but * * fatigue still exists, so you can't be careless."

Zongge ranked seventh.

The knight boy is in the tenth place.

After consuming a soul crystal, he felt clear and relaxed.

Cang Xu said, "Your Excellency, you have signed many contracts recently. There are magic contracts and secret contracts, which will bind and burden your body and soul."

Obviously, the improvement of mental strength is making this burden smaller.

Contracts with lower levels are difficult to bind objects with higher levels of life.

As for why it is a covenant, not a slave contract or something.

This is because although the golden chin and the sea serpent were captured by a group of knights, they first took refuge in the Empire. Young people and others also have to rely on the Empire, so it is not appropriate to execute them.

Secondly, they are members of the firebeard Pirate Group. Whether you kill them or enslave them, you will make the firebeard pirates an enemy. This is not worth the loss.

Finally, teenagers have to consider the holy tablet.

Bai Ya is in the last few.

Cyanobacteria comforted him that there was still hope of blood mutation.

But this hope is very slim.

Bai Ya had a resentment in his heart that he could not express himself, and did not give up the right to use the Soul Crystal this time.

"Maybe the improvement of spiritual strength can help me in my practice." Holding this lucky idea, Bai Ya secretly came to the corner and began to practice spiritually.

There is no long rope here to swing for him, but he has mastered the tricks of muscle movement, and swinging his arm can also have high practice efficiency.

The improvement of mental strength is indeed obvious.

He felt the generation of fighting more clearly than before.

The fighting spirit came out slowly between the presence and absence, and then disappeared rapidly in the process of diffusion.

Bai Ya: "..."

Soul Crystal really doesn't help the cultivation of fighting spirit.

On the contrary, the improvement of spiritual strength made Bai Ya see the cruel truth of his qualifications more clearly.

After practicing for a while, Bai Ya's resentment and depression in her chest made him unable to control himself. He pinched his fists and looked up at the deep night sky. He had a strong impulse to shout and roar at the sky and the gods.

But in the end, he gritted his teeth and forced his patience.

The young man did not know that all his performances fell into the eyes of cyanobacteria.

Cyanobacteria sighed and did not come forward to comfort.

Because he knows that comfort is useless.

Bai Ya needs to accept this cruel fact. Cyanobacteria even felt that the words he had comforted Bai Ya about blood mutation made Bai Ya more painful.

Because it gives Bai Ya hope.

And hope, which makes people yearn, leads to pain.

"He needs to face the reality alone." Finally, cyanobacteria left silently.

He also began to practice.

Unlike Bai Ya, he has a bronze talent.

In his body, fighting spirit is constantly generated. Both the production speed and scale are much more than that of white buds. The fighting spirit is like fog, enveloping the cyanobacteria.

However, cyanobacteria sighed in her heart.

Just as Bai Ya hopes to become a bronze fighter, cyanobacteria also hopes to become a black iron level for many years.

Not available!

No matter how hard he tried and tried, there was no sign of success. Not a trace.

Blood forms a gap between people.

But cyanobacteria have long been used to it.

Bai Ya is going through a mental journey that he once went through. It is also the mental path of countless extraordinary people through the ages.

Sitting on the ground in the dark, covered with ashes.

Surrounded by dense Island rainforests.

The pirates, led by gray, are sleeping with their eyes closed around the campfire. Another part, scattered around, serves as a guard.

A body of ashes is cultivating morale.

Although his lower body is still, his hands are constantly moving.

Sometimes he fingers together like a sword, sometimes his hands are claws, sometimes he inserts one finger into the heart of the fist of the other hand, and constantly * *.

This is the cultivation method of fog fighting Qi.

He has silver blood, so the generation of fighting spirit is another atmosphere.

The fighting spirit originated from the tip of his finger, then gathered in his palm, and flowed away along his arm, just like a stream. A steady stream of water penetrated into the depths of his body.

The night faded and dawn came.

A gray slowly opened his eyes.

He felt tired.

The cultivation of fighting spirit is a hard process. It's easy to get tired because it exploits strength from the body.

If you keep practicing, the limit of being grey is one day and one night. Now he is far from reaching his limit.

Because this is in the wild, not a good environment for cultivation. You need to keep in a state of ashes, and you can't squeeze yourself to the limit. Just like the pirates on the mane Ge training bird, they have never done their best. We need to maintain a certain state to prevent sudden battles.

But this is not the main reason why one should stop practicing.

"The Cinderella..." for the sunken ship, I have been worried about it all the time.

This ship is of special significance to him.

He needs to salvage the squirrel and repair it.

But this behavior is dangerous.

There must be someone watching the location where the squirrel sank.

Being grey requires a good opportunity and the help of others.

The knight boy is the object of his help, and the former also made a request - need his performance.

"Credit!" This is the understanding of being grey.

"Get up and stop sleeping. We need to explore the whole island as soon as possible." His ashes woke up the pirates he led.

The pirates didn't have a good sleep and muttered.

"No, genius just shines."

"Didn't captain longfu say it? It won't set sail until afternoon."

"We have collected a lot of food and water, enough to make a difference, a gray adult."

Gray and shaking his head, he wanted to explore the island and draw a map.

Although the credit is small, a little makes a lot.

He knew in his heart: Although he and longfu signed an alliance, in fact, the relationship between the two sides was not equal, and there were upper and lower levels.

He is grey and has silver cultivation. At the same time, he has long been wandering as a pirate and has a small reputation.

Although the pirates were reluctant, they did not dare to disobey his orders. Soon they continued to set out.

The sky is brighter and brighter, which brings more convenience to the exploration of the gray group.

Just when the sun rose from the sea, people in a gray body crossed the whole island and came to the other side.

The waves churned endlessly, and a group of Pirates suddenly turned out from the reef.

Both sides were stunned when they saw each other.

Looking at him quickly, his eyes soon stopped on the other party's little leader. The leader of this group of pirates is a bronze fighter with machetes at his waist.

The other party is also looking at the dust.

"Orcs?" The characteristics of a squirrel man are very obvious.

"Aristocracy?" The grey clothes are exquisite, the accessories are exquisite, and the body is straight, especially the neckline is tightly buttoned, giving people a sense of meticulousness.

"Silver?!" The smell of ashes made the pirate's heart jump violently.

"Wait, are you..." the bronze leader hesitated for a moment, and he thought of his gray identity.

But the next moment, a gray bold shot!

He stood up straight, waved a thin sword, and quickly penetrated the other team.

The thin sword flickered several times in the crowd, like a few silver lightning out of thin air.

The Pirates of the justice had just reacted, and their ashes had stopped at the end of the other team.

The small bronze head stared round his eyes and covered his neck. But the blood still couldn't stop, rushing out of the gap between his fingers.

The pirates behind him fell to the ground one by one and never got up again.

Later, the little leader also fell on the wet and cold reef, and his face before his death was full of fear and shock.

The Pirates of the justice were also shocked by the sharp swordsmanship of gray.

As soon as they wanted to cheer, they were stopped by Ashes: "shut up, fools! Do you want the enemy to find us?"

"Yes, they are all pirates!" An old pirate looked at the corpses on the ground and was sure to be in the tunnel.

"Whose people are they?"

"It's not a merchant ship. We don't need to provoke our peers for no reason?"