Ai Hui was seriously injured at this node, which had a great impact on the Songjian faction.

They have always been used to Ai Hui's leadership. They are used to handing over to Ai Hui if there are any difficult things to decide. Ai Hui also proves that he has not let down their trust with a series of miraculous performances.

Ai Hui has always been the most powerful, calmest and most capable person.

At such a critical moment, the most trustworthy person was injured so badly that everyone felt a little unsure.

Fortunately, Ai Hui's injury is recovering, which makes everyone feel much more at ease. Even if the battle is zero, Ai Hui's mind is still trusted by everyone.

Ai Hui's recovery trend is very good.

From the initial inability to move the whole body, to the later in which the fingers could move, and then to the later in which they could barely move around by themselves, they looked like a new look almost every day.

Everyone's mood became very good because of this. In Ai Hui, they witnessed many miracles and many impossible things, which also made them full of confidence in Ai Hui.

No one noticed that the red light in Loulan's eyes was a little richer.

Loulan's Yuan Food Soup has helped Ai Hui a lot.

Ai Hui was still wrapped in bandages, and his flesh and blood were recovering. The nourishing effect of Yuanshi Soup was excellent. Ai Hui was immersed in his own exploration. He was now sure that the faint silver mist was transformed by the tempered sword fetus.

Ai Hui called it "Sword Cloud".

As long as the sword cloud rubs gently, tiny thunder will be generated. What's even more amazing is that the sword cloud can change its shape. As the shape changes, the breath of the sword released will also change. Some are as thick as a mountain, while others are sharp and sharp, which is very magical.

Ai Hui remembered that in the sword scripture I had read before, there were descriptions of some sword cultivators who would temper a sword breath for life. This type of sword cultivator was very weak in the early stage, but as this sword breath became more pure, his strength would also improve by leaps and bounds. What they valued was that people are swords, and they temper themselves.

Ai Hui felt aroused, and he felt that there was something to learn from here.

Although the sword cloud is only a very small strand, it is extremely pure.

The purer the power is, the more precious it is. This is common sense in cultivation. However, for Yuan Cultivators, the power that surpasses their own level, such as the purer and higher-level Yuan Cultivators do not dare to let it enter their bodies casually.

The Yuan power that surpasses one's own level certainly gives Yuan Cultivation more inspiration, and has a goal of reference.

However, this kind of primordial power is often aggressive. Before it is absorbed, it will be like indigested food, which may cause harm to primordial cultivation.

From the current point of view, Jianyun will not cause harm to Ai Hui's body. Of course, it may have caused harm to it a long time ago.

Ai Hui felt that the imminent question was that if we could not find a way to warm and temper it as soon as possible, would it gradually disappear? Just like a sharp sword placed in water, it would easily rust over time.

He hasn't found a way yet.

But there is another gain, that is his body.

In addition to the baptism and tempering of the sword body by thunder, his flesh and blood are also tempered or destroyed by thunder. But fortunately, under the protection of the bandage, the flesh and blood that almost turned into charcoal still retains a ray of vitality.

The flesh and blood that he is growing is the tender buds that grow on the ashes left by the thunder.

There was a faint thunderous aura in the flesh and blood. Ai Hui guessed that his flesh and blood would be able to withstand thunder in the future.

Of course, whether it is Jian Yun or his body, most of them are his guesses. What is going on? It is still necessary to wait until he recovers and continues to try to get a real conclusion.

However, Ai Hui was already satisfied with being able to find hope in such a situation.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the camp.

"Come on! Today's Phantom Pod!"

"It's about the front line, Lord Shi Beihai!"

"The father of the radical!"

"Look at it!"

Ai Hui's hearing seemed to have become more acute than before, and he could clearly capture the voices of the team members from afar. Strangely, this was not a reflection of the Yuanli.

"Oh my God! It's so scary!"

Suddenly, there were screams, but soon, everyone calmed down. Ai Hui could even hear them holding their breath. He was full of curiosity and a ray of worry arose.

When Loulan brought the Phantom Pods, he understood why everyone reacted so much.

He glanced at Tien Niu.

Tieniu's face turned pale, and she looked a little dazed.

For the first time, Ai Hui saw such a distracted look on her, his cold eyes as cold as ice had no focus.

She was so confused and helpless.

The storm caused by the Phantom Pod spread throughout the wilderness cities. The tragic battle was completely recorded faithfully, with crazy blood cultivators, cruel fighting, and mountainous corpses that could burn all the fire.

The three-day battle seemed to be in front of you, and the tragic level was beyond everyone's imagination. The majestic wall of the North Sea became a bloody Shura field, making people feel chilled all over.

In the end, when the deputy radical Helian Feier asked everyone for support for Jingyuandou with a face full of smoke, everyone was shocked and suddenly woke up.

Even the bravest person can't help but tremble at this moment.

The Wall of North Sea is the last line of defense against the blood of God!

Seeing the endless camp tents, the surging tides like a tide, and the corpses under the Beihai Wall, everyone suddenly woke up. Once the Beihai Wall was broken, the Beihai Division was defeated...

No one can resist Ye Baiyi's army!

The Wall of North Sea is the last large line of defense established before the Presbyterian Church collapsed!

How many cities can compare with the defenses of the North Sea Wall?

The city will be razed to the ground and everyone will become a bloody cultivation.

Mrs. Ye in Tianxin City made an appeal at the first time, hoping that everyone could unite and overcome difficulties together. She also used six masters to travel day and night to transport the first batch of essence beans to the Wall of the North Sea.

Shinkwang City also sent masters to transport essence beans.

Other cities responded, from the city lords to the people, spontaneously organized themselves to help the Beihai tribe prepare for Jingyuandou. At this critical moment of life and death, everyone abandoned prejudices and united.

Because everyone knew very well that once Ye Baiyi's army broke through the wall of the North Sea, everyone would be finished.

Looking down at the wall of the North Sea from the sky, it seems like a snow-white dragon lying across the border of the Silver Mist Sea and the Yellow Sand Corner, but this dragon is already in ruins. There are wounds on its undulating body.

There are many divine cultivators eyeing each wound.

They are like fighting hornets, sometimes circling, sometimes diving, sometimes like petals blown away by the wind, and sometimes like several streams gathering along the undulating rocks.

Under the light of the Shenshen Peak, every gap in the Beihai wall was in repeated struggles every day. Sometimes it was controlled by the Shen Cultivator and then recaptured by the Beihai tribe. The battle was extremely tragic from the first day.

Each position is like a greedy and thirsty mouth, swallowing flesh and blood and life. Whether it is a divine cultivation or a primordial cultivation, it is just its food.

Both sides were shocked by each other's fighting spirit and tenacity, and then racked their brains to think about how to kill each other more.

Those shocking bloody mouths were quietly torn apart even louder under the feeding of countless flesh and blood lives. It was like a voice shouting, and it took more flesh and blood to fill it.

The sun at dusk penetrates the clouds and dyes the sand dunes behind the army into gorgeous golden colors. Anyone who stays in the corner of the yellow sand knows that the wind is the most comfortable at this time, not as hot as noon, nor as cold as the wind at night, and the temperature is appropriate, just like a thin gauze passing by.

The strong smell of blood in the wind seemed to blow from behind the sand dunes on the distant horizon. The red sunset inevitably reminded people of the setting sun as blood.

A dark cloud slowly rose from the horizon dunes. The vast sand dunes that had been drying for a day emitted a scorching wave, blew the bloody setting sun and the dark clouds into a blur.

The dark clouds break free from the heat wave, slowly grow bigger, and quickly approach.

At the beginning, no one noticed this silent dark cloud.

But when the dark clouds kept growing and blocked the afterglow of the sunset, they were discovered by the careful soldiers on both sides. They reminded their teammates one after another, with a look of confusion on their faces, but in a blink of an eye, their faces changed.

The cloud was much faster than they thought, and it expanded in the field of vision at an astonishing speed. In fact, that was because it was too fast.

"Blood...Blood Beast!"

On the wall of the North Sea, the soldiers who had just stepped on the enemy's corpse and recaptured the position, their morale fell to the bottom of the valley and their faces were no longer visible.

The sky becomes a blood beast. They cover the sky and the sun, and are vast and endless.

The huge army camp of Ye Baiyi sounded a shocking cheer, and the soldiers rushed out of the camp tent and waved their arms desperately into the sky. The continuous battles were already exhausted. The tragic battle was like a hacksaw that kept torturing their nerves.

At this moment, when they saw such a spectacular army of blood beasts coming, how could they not be excited?

In the camp, Ye Baiyi was watching the battle damage statistics these days.

Judging from the numbers, they suffered heavy losses, but Ye Baiyi's expression was indifferent, and the war would inevitably lead to casualties. If they wanted to break through an unprecedented defense line like the Wall of the North Sea, there would be heavy casualties.

But he also saw the fatigue of the Beihai tribe from the number of war losses.

Shi Beihai is a powerful figure with great significance in the world, and Beihai is also an elite figure with great significance in the world, but they only have one power after all.

The Emperor's command flashed through his mind, and his attention was refocused on the report of war damage.

Since yesterday, the offensive of the Beihai tribe has regained some momentum, and Ye Baiyi knows that it must be the first batch of Jingyuandou.

Ye Baiyi looked indifferent. Shi Beihai was so easy to defeat, so it wasn't Shi Beihai anymore.

Outside the camp, the wind was roaring and the beasts were roaring throughout the wild.
Chapter completed!