Chapter 736: The Broken-Armed Leader Is Reborn

"As long as we don't die, what's the fear of this little bit of suffering? It's as if we haven't suffered before." Wang Shoude said.

"I'm not afraid of this little bit of suffering at all." Xu Fang said.

Li Qingxian nodded and first performed the Heavenly Soldiers Method on Liu Yitian, who had lost his arm in battle. With his aging body, he could no longer bear the power of the Heavenly General.

The process of the Heavenly Soldiers Method is almost the same as the Heavenly General Method, except that the spell is slightly different. There is no need to chant the name of Yuqing Zhenwang. The name of the Five Thunder Lords can be used directly to complete the canonization of the Heavenly Soldiers.

Everyone watched the thunder fall on Liu Yitian, the head of the Divine Bow Sect.

The thunder and momentum were far inferior to Zhou Hen, and there was no divine light.

When the last thunder fell from the sky, everyone slowly widened their eyes and slowly opened their mouths.

They were more surprised than seeing Zhou Hen's appearance.

Because Liu Yitian's arm grew again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Qingxian had not expected that the Heavenly Soldiers Method would have such a miraculous power, but he realized that repairing a mortal's arm was the most insignificant spell for the upper realm.

Liu Yitian was knocked unconscious by the thunder, and when he woke up, he touched his lost arm and cried with joy.

After seeing the power of the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals Method with their own eyes, the others were jealous.

The spell to restore the arm requires at least a first-grade Dao cultivation, assisted by various treasures, to complete.

Even Han Anbo, who was as steady as an old dog, had a heavy breathing sound.

It was not that he was too greedy, but that the immortal arts were too tempting.

Yu Ping gently touched his stomach.

So, Li Qingxian performed the Heavenly Soldiers Method or Heavenly Generals Method for everyone one by one, and granted them the status of the Thunder Department.

As a result, Xu Fang, Wang Shoude, He Lei and other seventh-grade realms broke through and entered the sixth grade.

Yu Ping not only had his dantian repaired, but also entered the ninth grade, skipping the tenth grade stage.

In the end, only Han Anbo was left.

Li Qingxian looked at Han Anbo and said, "Brother Han, what do you think?"

Han Anbo's face changed, his eyes flickered, and finally he sighed and said, "Forget it. I had my fortune told in the past. I was a mortal, but I could live a peaceful life. If I practice well, disasters will come. Improving a few grades will not have much effect on me."

Yu Ping said, "Brother Han, don't be silly, how can you say that the improvement is not big? The difference between the ninth grade and the non-grade is not a little bit."

"I want to do what I should do, not the grade. I know what I want very well."

Everyone persuaded him, but Han Anbo was unmoved.

"Okay, since Brother Han has made up his mind, I won't say much." Li Qingxian nodded and didn't persuade him much.

Li Qingxian led everyone out of Feikong Pavilion. After walking a few steps, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

The whole strange town seemed to exude some strange smell, like the breath after a thunderstorm.

So, he took out the life plate and carefully checked everyone in the situation.

The river flowed, and more and more people connected by the tributaries had entered the upper mountain area.

The rat warriors were wandering around, and even had a second generation.

Hmm? Why did some demon cultivators die?

Why did the living demon cultivators all drop in rank, with the lucky ones dropping one rank, and the unlucky ones dropping two rank.

Why are some demon cultivators so irritable, cursing like crazy.

Li Qingxian shook his head and said, "The town may change, you should be careful."

At the same time, in a residential building shrouded in strange fog.

Before entering the strange town, you must experience the blessing of the neighbors.

This residential building has entered the third blessing.

There was an urgent knock on the door outside, and a fat boy shouted.

More than a dozen people looked at the black-clothed man with a narrow backpack in disbelief. He was lying on the ground, dying.

This man was just mysterious at first, and looked like a very powerful cultivator.

But for some reason, as long as there was a thunder in the sky, this man would spit out blood.

As the thunder sounded one after another, the man was in bad luck.

At first, he just vomited blood, and later he even vomited pieces of internal organs.

After the last thunder, the man in black was completely unconscious, and his skin was visibly withering and turning yellow.

"I'm afraid it's a demon cultivator or an evil cultivator. Let's stay away..."

"Yes, I also heard that demon cultivators and evil cultivators are most afraid of thunder."

"Those few thunders, couldn't they be striking this demon cultivator?"

"I don't think so. This person is actually very pitiful. At the beginning, he said he would help everyone solve the mystery together. Who knew that he would spit out blood and become like this. I think no matter what kind of cultivator he is, he must be kind-hearted..."

"Why not throw him out and solve the third one. Anyway, he looks like he's dying, so there's no point in keeping him here. If he attracts something dirty, we'll all be in trouble."

"I think it's okay. He blew loudly at the beginning, but he didn't do anything at all. He kept vomiting blood. There's no point in keeping him."

"Everyone, raise your hands. The minority obeys the majority."

The people in the room looked at each other. The first person raised his hand, and slowly, more and more people raised their hands. In the end, only two people did not raise their hands.

"The minority obeys the majority, throw him out."

"Should we take away his belongings?"

"Don't be silly, who dares to take the things of a demon cultivator? Even if we throw him away, we can't touch him directly with our hands. Let's take off our clothes and use them as ropes to tie his hands and feet, and then four people will carry him out. Remember, don't touch his body, so as not to get possessed by the demon."

Soon, everyone used clothes as ropes to lift his hands and feet respectively, walked out of the house, and ran straight to the gate.

After opening the gate, the four people threw out the man in black and ran into the house.

The people in the room looked over secretly.

They saw a fat kid wearing a bamboo hat on his head, a blue coat with the word "Fu" on it, and a blood-colored lining inside the coat.

The fat kid said, "I heard that my neighbor has just moved, so I came to bless him. I wish you and your family harmony, reunion, and good fortune."

After that, he lowered his head and looked at the backpack behind the man in black on the ground in surprise, frowning slightly.

That backpack made people uncomfortable.

But then, he remembered his gains. These days, except for meeting the human who liked to bully the weak but was tainted with strangeness, everything went smoothly. He even climbed up the high platform to grab treasures, and his strength was improved.

"Nothing will happen. It should be a gift from God..."

The fat boy smiled and stretched out his hand, scratching the belly of Banxie Mozi.

Banxie Mozi took his last breath.

The fat boy chewed carefully, his eyes lit up, and praised in his heart that this person must have a high level of cultivation...

The fat boy suddenly stopped because the man's narrow backpack cracked, revealing a scroll.

The scroll was opened, and there was nothing drawn on the white paper.

The fat boy frowned slightly, and for some reason, he felt flustered.

Suddenly, the scroll burned silently.

A strange sound rang in the fat boy's ears.

The sound was either steady and elegant, or soft and gentle, or deep and low... densely packed, layered, endless...

"When you see the man holding the green bamboo stick, do you still dare to shout?"

"You have eaten so much, aren't you afraid that they will also become ghosts and look for you in your dreams?"

"If your parents are gone, what do you have?"

"Do you know who you killed?"

"You can't keep eating, the emperor is watching you..."

The fat boy's hair exploded, and he looked around, endless darkness.