Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao sat beside Iron Handsome's body and pulled out more than a dozen spiritual bars compressed with demonic beast grease, demonized plant root stems and crystal pulp powder from his arms, biting off the seal, sucking up the surge of energy, swallowed up more than a dozen spiritual bars in a row before regaining a little strength.

“Black! ”

When Li Yiu Jian sensed that the Blackwing Sword was a little bad when he just fired the last knife, at this moment he finally lifted up a little strength and pulled the broken basebone armor from his body and pulled the Blackwing Sword out of the wreckage by force.

But the black-wing sword was covered with cracks with wide finger seams. It felt completely shapeless and should be fragmented.

But in every crack, it is a deep black, spiritual silk penetrated into it, like a strip of infinite abyss, covered by a strange mist, without even touching the soul of the black-wing sword!

Li Yao thought of the "mystery card” he had received before joining the Star Club in the past. At that time, in a card as thin as a cicada, it was like hiding a vast world, no matter how his spiritual silk peeked, it was hard to decipher.

A mystery card, a relic of the Empire of the Stars and Seas, from a “fragmented world”.

These phases of the Blackwing Sword are somewhat similar to the Mystery Card, but it feels several times more advanced than the Mystery Card.

Little Black's soul, hidden somewhere deep in the Blackwing Sword, did not respond to his cry.

“Blackie, what's wrong? Wake up! ”

Li Yao hastily followed him for 20 years. Numerous winds and rains have broken through together. In Li Yao Xin's eyes, Xiao Hao was not as simple as a flying sword, but more like a good friend with a connected heart.

Not to mention the only relic left to him by his father-in-law!

There are infinite secrets that have not been revealed to Blackie and his godfather.

In the past, he felt weak and fashionable, and now he has impacted Yuan Baby Realm. He has traveled north and south. The more he sees, the more he thinks about it, the deeper he feels that his father is unpredictable.

Father Li said that he once spanned dozens of great thousand worlds. When Li Yao was a teenager, he didn't know the weight of this sentence, and he took it as his drunken word.

For years, I've thought about it occasionally, but every time it startled him.

He traveled through three thousand worlds, and he had such a wonderful life, and his father-in-law traveled through dozens of thousand worlds? If so, what an exciting journey!

Who is the godfather, where does he come from, and why does he end up on the edge of the stars and oceans? What about the Blackwing Sword? A flying sword, like having life, even sealed by some kind of force?

Originally, Li Yao intends to solve these doubts after finishing everything in Tian Yuan Realm and facilitating the initial cooperation between Tian Yuan, Fei Xing and Blood Demon Realm and taking care of Xiaotian Robbery.

Being a man of grace, his father-in-law raised him for ten years, and in the silencing of the dive, taught him countless cultivation techniques, laying an incredibly solid foundation for his ensuing fury.

If the father-in-law really has any grievances, he was forced to flee to the realm of Tianyuan, then Li Yao naturally will seek justice for the father-in-law!

At least, we need to find out who the godfather is, see if the godfather has any other family members, send the news of death to the father-in-law on his journey to life, a clear and clear explanation!

But now, the black-wing sword is in such a strange, unbreakable state that it seems to fall apart with a slight touch.

The conditions here are simple, Li Yao dared not move slightly. He had to remove a bunch of demonic beast grease from the Qian Kun ring, apply the black wing sword thinly and evenly, and wrap it in a soft skin on the belly of the demonic dragon, and send it to Qian Kun ring for cultivation.

When we got back inland, we looked for a fully-equipped high-end refiner room to study in depth.

Take a deep breath, Li Yao set his mind and looked up to observe the surrounding environment.

With the death of Iron Handsome Zhou Yongkai, the thunderstorms in the dark realm seem to have diminished a lot, especially where they are, because the two most powerful spirits can collide and collide into a stable area with almost no disturbing spirits to interfere with!

At this moment, go deep into the dark realm to search for the traces of the original name. It may not be too late. Li Yao can only take risks and take a more direct approach!

He extracted dozens of metal long sticks engraved with Xuan Au complex array from the Qian Kun ring and inserted them around him, based on these metal sticks, constantly crossing, fixing, uplifting, and eventually assembled a large pharmacopoeia resembling an "iron cage”.

At the top of the “Iron Cage", there was also a telescopic antenna, which kept going up, reaching more than a dozen meters in the air, and spreading a metal mesh of forks around it.

“Sizzle, sizzle! ”

As the symbol array slowly started, the arc curved between the “iron cages", the metal truncheon trembled slightly, resonating with Li Yao's brainwave, instantly multiplying his brainwave by countless times!

This “iron cage”, another form of the “Polymer Tower”, through its assistance, Li Yao transformed himself into a “communication base station”, which can release his thoughts, through antennas and metal nets, to the surrounding area.

However, the transmission distance of this "communications base station" is very limited, and the deep depths of the dark realm are still heavily disturbed by wind and rain, lightning and thunderbolts.

But I don't know if they can get his message.

Time was running out, Li Yao could not care less. He swept away the remains of thousands of old day swordsmen scattered across the ground, and his vision flourished in front of him. In the Battle of the Wind 200 years ago, he saw the Confederate Army and the Realists who swore to protect everyone.

These predecessors, all around him, none of them look at him, all of them look far away.

Because he seemed to be one of them, a common man.

No drums, no roaring, just the sound of the Nine-Star Dragon Warfare Flag hunting in the wind!

Just in the sound of the windswept red flag, Li Yaobai sat on his knees, condescending, guarding Dantian, broadcasting to the entire dark realm:

“Brothers of the Confederate Army who participated in the" Iron Fist of Wrath "exercise, with the Confederate Army's fixers, allies from the Flying Star world, I am Li Yao, broadcasting to you in the dark southern realm," Commander-in-Chief "from the river currents of the Confederate Speaker! ”

“The content is as follows…”

“I repeat, please listen to this broadcast of the exercises, immediately suspend all exercises and immediately! ”

Li Yao's thoughts, under the turbulence of the arc, flew in all directions like a ripple.

These ripples are so weak, like a tiny butterfly in a storm, powerless to flap its wings.

Li Yiu Baba looked at the torrential rain and deep into the clouds in the distance, his headache cracked and he fainted. There is a feeling that his brains should flow out of his nostrils and ear cavities.

Instead of stopping, he pressed his brain cells one time, provoking more thoughts and sending them deep into the dark realm.

“Brothers in the Confederate Army, friends from the planetary realm...”

To the north of the dark extinct, during the storm, the original number completed the maintenance of all Pharaoh units.

“Starry sky jump big array detected, all troubleshooting, ready to start! ”

Fallen stars, Givende and other senior members of the original fleet, all walking back and forth on the bridge, watching time with anxiety.

“Why hasn't Iron Handsome come back yet? What happened to that powerful, unmatched spiritual fluctuation? Are we leaving now, or are we on standby? ”

Zhou Yongkai's guard leader Zhou Iron Wing, hidden what he perceived. Sitting in the buffer array, he stared at the bridge and crossed the staggered spiritual energy line.

At this point, the ship's correspondents jumped up, ripped off their earmuffs, couldn't say a word of shock, and danced with their hands in the middle of the air.

“What's going on? ”

The fallen star frowned, "Are you in touch with the rear? ”

The communicators bit their tongues for half a day, still couldn't say a word. They simply activated the telegraph's amplification. Suddenly, hundreds of musical note arrays large and small on the bridge, along with the sound of storms and lightning thunderbolts, and the interference of these sounds, a very weak, severely distorted, but constant sound:

“Brothers of the Confederate Army, fellow Daoists from the Flying Star world, I am Li Yao, and I am now broadcasting to all the troops in the dark realm, from the highest ‘commanding officer' of Speaker Jianghai Current, as follows! ”

The same voice, haunted over every unit deep in the dark realm, heard the "Commander's Order" of the Confederate army officers, some dismayed, some silent, some indignant, and some “Patriot" members completely desperate and completely paralyzed on the ground!

Everyone's gaze turned to the south, the direction the broadcast came from, the direction where Li Yao was!

Li Yao didn't know all about it, he just repeated it mechanically, until there was blood in his nose and ear hole, still no point in stopping.

He doesn't know how many times he has broadcast, his consciousness is a little blurred, just tell himself once in his mind, broadcast again, broadcast again, maybe the last time, may increase the probability that a point will be heard, broadcast again...

He fell into the mud for almost half an hour, the small climate was finally broken, clouds and torrential rains re-devoured the heavens and the earth, turning the surrounding mountain rivers into dark ink. His thoughts could not be transmitted for several dozen kilometers, and he was torn apart by lightning and hurricanes!

Even so, Li Yao still lay on the ground with all his backs, opened his eyes with the utmost force, let the storm drop directly into his eyes, stimulated himself to stay awake, and sent a constant message that was destined to be torn apart.

One, as long as there is a mindset transmitted out, one mindset, is a hope!

When he finally couldn't hold on, he was about to fall into a coma, wondering if he was delusional. He heard the wave sweep behind the mountain peaks in the north, as if an emerald floating mountain had flown in, over “floating mountain”, the word "plain", the glare shooting, tore the storm and clouds to pieces.

And in the south, there are dozens of colorful streams of light, and the wind rushes through the thunderstorm.

A fiery red flame flowing towards him!

“Li Yao! ”

Ding bell shouted, overshadowed the thunder, even the storm stagnated for a moment.

Li Yao opened his eyes in a mud, grinning his mouth and laughing silently!