For some reason, perhaps because perception became stronger as the realm continued to improve, Lin Yi felt the desire of Yuan Taoist to take action, and also felt the feeling of Yuan Taoist forcibly holding down his own strength.

He understood the thoughts and intentions of Yuan Taoist.

He laughed.

He laughed as he retreated.

He has tried the terrifying power of divine thoughts more than once. To be precise, the power of Xi Ruyu and Xi Ruyu, especially Xi Ruyu, once made him extremely close to death.

But since even Xi Ruyu's military advisor could not kill him, the remaining power of this divine mind realm cultivator now has no chance of killing him at all with such a distance.

But the other party is in a real state of divine thought.

Everyone in this Northern Wei army knew that the man was in the realm of divine thoughts.

So at this time he felt that the choice of the Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner was very wrong. This Northern Wei army, even the elite army of the 30,000 white bone army, would have a deeper morale because of the wrong choice of the Emperor's practitioner.

He roared after laughing.

The moment the roar was made, he pierced the heart of Zhenhe Tower heavily into the ground, and then his arms were crossed in front of him!

He didn't use any weapons, he just stepped forward with his arms and used his body to fight the oncoming mud dragon!

There was a loud bang.

Countless mud waves sputtered out like waterfalls.

An extremely huge flower bloomed in front of him.

His entire body was slapped back by this powerful force, and his back hit a wall hard, and then he stopped.

He began to cough and coughed up some blood.

A large amount of mud flowed down from him.

At the same time, the entire mud bridge had completely collapsed, and large silts of silt were churning in the water, and it was like countless ink lotus opening in the water.

Everyone's eyes fell on Lin Yi.

For some reason, when all the Southern Dynasties soldiers in Zhongli City heard Lin Yi's cough, they did not feel any shock in their hearts. They seemed to have gotten used to it. They seemed to be intuition that Lin Yi would continue to stand there and continue to fight.

On the shore of Jiangxinzhou, the practitioner who had exhausted all his true energy fell into the mud flat with mud splashing everywhere, and mud was covered in mud.

All the Northern Wei people who could see the walls of Zhongli stretched their necks, and their breathing paused in an instant.

This should be a very solemn moment.

However, no one expected that for Lin Yi, everything seemed very ordinary.

Lin Yi became a clay man.

Many of these muds are silt deep in the river bottom, mixed with countless bloody objects produced by battles, and naturally smells abnormal.

So Lin Yi walked forward naturally. When he walked to the water, he found that the mud and countless broken floating objects in the water were rolling, as if a mess of porridge was even more disgusting than he was at this time.

"Water! Clear water!"

So he raised his head and shouted above the wall.

His clear voice sounded on the turbid river surface, making the cold wind surge in Jiangxinzhou and the north shore.

The people in Jiange on the city wall have shown countless miracles. What's the difficulty for him to need some clear water at this time?

As soon as his voice fell, the sound of water sounded.

A large bucket of clear water rushed down from the upper end of the city wall.

The ordinary clear water will definitely be scattered when it sprinkles from the sky. However, the clear water falling from the people in Jiange is like a crystal icicle, washing over Lin Yi with the power of true energy.

Even the filth in the gaps in the clothes is completely removed with the vibration of the true essence and is washed away by water.

The black man suddenly turned white in the sun.

It was like a piece of lotus root stained with mud, which was instantly washed and spotless, so white that it made the eyes of the Northern Wei people on the opposite side a little stinging.

My body was instantly clean and refreshing as if I had just taken a shower.

But Lin Yi still feels it is not enough.

There is a lot of water in his iron boots. The iron boots are not breathable or leaky, so they naturally feel uncomfortable.

So he picked up a piece of Ten Snake heavy armor and sat down like a stool as if no one was around.

He took off all his iron boots.

Looking at his feet that were soaked, he felt a little distressed.

"I still need water!"

He shouted again.

A clear water was like a clear spring waterfall, gently washed down. Lin Yi stretched out his feet, washed them clean, and then washed the boots in his hand carefully.

"It's better to have something to eat."

Any requests above were met, and a marching iron pot fell down, falling beside him.

At this time, he truly responded to all requests.

Because for all the soldiers of the Southern Dynasties in Zhongli City, not to mention some clear water and food, even if he wanted their heads, they would cut off their heads without hesitation and hand them over to him.

There is a warm aroma in the march iron pot.

Just by smelling the fragrance, he knew that it was the marching rations cooked by Bai Yuelu.

He took a big sip.

Warm air flows into the abdomen.

The true essence of the practitioner who rushed into his body, which sounded in his flesh and blood wounds, and then turned into a familiar airflow and vitality.

Looking at Jiangxinzhou and the north bank that had been silent again, looking at the figures of many trembling Northern Wei soldiers, I felt the city behind me.

He was extremely satisfied.

"Can you still fight?"

He shouted loudly!

"puff!"

The Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner's divine thought realm was in a state of excitement, his meridians broke inch by inch, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

Before Lin Yi's shout sounded, Yang Dian raised his hand slightly, but when the Northern Wei Divine Thought Realm practitioner blew blood from his mouth, his hand fell gently again and landed on the chariot.

He was silent and did not issue any new military orders. His eyes drooped slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

....

In the depths of the army, a general of the White Bone Army came to the carriage located in the shadow of a military ordnance.

The White Bone Army general bowed to the practitioner in the carriage wearing a black robe and a strange bird-headed iron helmet, and said with a cold voice: "Master, you should be very clear about the situation of the battle at this time. In the eyes of any of us generals, the best way to solve the previous difficulties is to have a practitioner who can directly kill the sub-saint in the Sword Pavilion. As long as we can kill the sub-saint, this young general of the Southern Dynasties, we can rely on several divine thought practitioners to kill. But if we cannot kill the sub-saint, we cannot withstand such losses... and the only one who can deal with this sub-saint is probably the Lord of the Demon Sect."

"I understand what you mean."
Chapter completed!