In the current situation, Qiu Zhun has no other choice. He believes that he should do what he should do, and he should do what he does not believe.

He clasped his fists again and said: "I will never let down the general's entrustment, and Qiu Zhun will thank the military military officers of Wagang Town for Ji Leng."

Qiu Zhun took his men away, and the dark objects in Ji Leng's chessboard were responsible for the rear of the palace.

Behind Ji Leng is the 30,000 military military officers of Wagang Military Town. Since he has served as a general, he has the obligation to protect the safety of his subordinates to the greatest extent.

Among the martial arts of Chen Guo’s army, most of them are the first and second level warriors. Among them, there are many people from the third level to fifth level, and their combat power is even stronger.

The overall strength of the Yin objects in the chessboard is relatively weak. In addition, the Yin objects are characterized by the Yin objects, and the military and military forces with strong yang energy are inherently at a disadvantage.

Ji Leng cannot retreat, only war, and what he has to pay is the number of evil things.

Ji Leng once made a promise to these evil objects, but now he is watching them beating one by one.

Ji Leng's heart was bleeding and regretting his uselessness. When he said that he could not do it, he was ashamed of himself and others.

Ji Lengxin felt guilty and his six qi palaces were fully opened. His spiritual energy overflowed regardless of the consequences and was continuously transported to the chessboard in front of him.

The chessboard is called the Bing Tomb, which is a magic weapon given by Zongheng Academy. Without a fixed level, it will continue to grow with the number of Yin objects, and will become stronger because of the increase in the strength of the master.

Ji Leng is not strong enough now, and there are not many evil things stored inside.

Now while Ji Leng is consuming his own spiritual power, he is also squandering the spiritual energy in the military tomb.

Everything he did was nothing more than trying to keep as many evil things as possible.

Even if these evil things and Ji Leng are not acquainted, Ji Leng must pay the price for his promise.

The neat clothes and big sleeves were swaying, and the young man's face became pale.

The dark objects lined up in front of them are falling every moment.

In a world where magical and martial arts coexist, war is not only caused by people in the world. Even after death, the soul will have to endure the suffering of the previous life.

In the world of chaos, someone needs to stand up and wipe out everything. Repay this world and give peace to the people of the world.

In Ji Leng's eyes, a quarter of an hour seemed to have passed ten and a hundred years.

It also made young people who had just come out of the academy experience the cruelty of war personally.

The strong are always strong, but the strong can only be stronger by walking on a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

The weak may not always be weak. The weak will step on the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and one day they will become strong.

Ji Leng's mood beats Ao in the sea of ​​corpses and blood, and the young man's body and mind have changed.

However, this is the only way for the strong. Today's hardship is the pioneering axe for future growth.

Until her body was shaking under her clean clothes, her beautiful face was no longer bloody, and her peach blossom eyes that were loved by women were slightly dim.

Ji Leng breathed out a long sigh: "A quarter of an hour has arrived."

The door of the chessboard opened, and half of the remaining dark objects flocked back.
Chapter completed!