Chapter 375: Seven Steps of a Monkey, the Power to Move Mountains! (Two in One)

The difficulty of refining the witch soldier seal is much greater than the basic small witch seal.

In ancient times, this was a witch seal that could only be refined by the warriors of the witch clan.

Its witch seal strength reached the lowest combat level, so it was called the combat witch seal, also called the witch soldier seal.

As for the small witch seal, in the witch clan, it was used by the children of the witch clan to play and frolic.

Only Song Changming would often take out the small witch seal to bully the adults.

It can only be said that the times are different, and the small witch seal also has a great role in this world.

The small witch seal has already improved Song Changming's strength to this extent. How strong should the witch soldier seal played by adults in the witch clan be?

Song Changming has always been looking forward to this.

It's a pity that his physical strength has always been unable to bear the sacrifice of the witch soldier seal. It was not until the last three years that he was qualified to try.

Now, the sacrifice of the witch soldier seal on his right arm humerus has come to an end.

With the infusion of a large amount of demon blood essence, the complex pattern like a totem gradually became clear and vivid, just like a living creature moving!

On the other side, He Jianzhi returned to the City Lord's Mansion to report, and said in a dissatisfied tone in the hall.

"Marshal, I'm afraid that the young flag master Song can't come!"

In the hall, there were not only Meng Kunlun, but also the other three great marshals of the Cuiqi Army, plus the city lord of Tainan City, the city lieutenant and other important officials.

They all looked at He Jianzhi who came back alone.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Wang Tianshuang frowned and asked first.

After all, Song Changming was a small flag master under his command, so he should ask questions.

He Jianzhi then told what happened just now. The irritating part was that he was driven away by the little guard without even seeing Song Changming.

"Marshal, this young flag master Song is really arrogant!" He Jianzhi was still angry at the end and said.

He wanted to say a few more words, saying that he didn't take the marshals seriously, but was interrupted by Meng Kunlun.

"Since it is a critical moment for cultivation, forget it. Give orders and don't let others disturb it."

When Meng Kunlun said this, He Jianzhi was stunned.

Such gentle words didn't seem to come from his own marshal.

When did the marshal become so tolerant and easy to talk to?

Wang Tianshuang on the side also nodded: "I thank Brother Meng for his understanding on behalf of Changming."

"Nothing." Meng Kunlun didn't say anything more about this matter, and just brushed it off.

Seeing this, He Jianzhi could only hold back his dissatisfaction in his heart and walked out.

He could feel the preference of these marshals for Song Changming, and he didn't understand why Song Changming, who was just a small flag owner, could get such special treatment from several marshals.

In fact, it was naturally because Song Changming's contribution in the battlefield just past won the respect of all the marshals.

Including Meng Kunlun, several marshals no longer treated Song Changming as an ordinary flag master.

In some aspects, they regarded Song Changming as an equal to them, rather than a superior-subordinate relationship.

In the barracks, after an unknown period of time, when all the essence of the demon blood sealed in the body was exhausted in one breath, Song Changming's witch soldier seal finally approached perfection!

At a certain moment, Song Changming had a blessing in his heart and stopped the sacrifice.

The witch seal on the bone body completely took shape, and its unique mysterious energy fluctuations began to grow, causing Song Changming's heart to tremble with the same frequency.

His eyes were black and clear, and his face showed some joy.

"Finally, it's done!"

Suddenly, as if a roar from ancient times across the long river of time, followed Song Changming's spiritual will and exploded directly in his mind.

This beast-like roar, Song Changming knew clearly, came from the witch soldier seal that had just formed in his body.

For a moment, Song Changming was in a trance, and a picture appeared in his mind.

There was a towering mountain on the endless wasteland.

The mountain was not still, but moving bit by bit at a relatively slow speed.

Looking down, at the bottom of the picture, at the bottom of the mountain, there was a colorful ape.

Its arms were spread wide, and it was wrapped in chains and shackles. It dragged its heavy body, carrying the mountain on its back and moving forward slowly.

At this point, the ape took seven steps, the picture stopped, and Song Changming's consciousness instantly retreated.

Taking a heavy breath, Song Changming felt sweaty and sore all over at this moment, and even had some signs of exhaustion, and he collapsed in the barracks.

It seemed that the ape who had just carried the mountain forward was not someone else, but himself!

"The ape took seven steps, and this force of moving mountains is the source of the power of this witch soldier seal!" Song Changming had some understanding.

In fact, he knew about this ape.

The witch book he had obtained before had detailed records of the witch seal.

This was a demon ape from ancient times, named Ju!

Ju was captured by the witch tribe because of his cruelty and brutality, and was punished by moving mountains every day.

Later, the witch tribe used the power of this demon ape to create a witch soldier seal, which is the first witch soldier seal that Song Changming has been refining to this day.

This witch soldier seal can also be called 'Ju'!

"With my current physique, although I can refine this witch soldier seal, I am afraid that the burden on my body is still too heavy to fully exert the power of the witch seal."

Song Changming lay on the bed, looking at the roof of the barracks and measuring.

"Jiang."

Rong Jiang walked in quickly.

"General."

"How long have I been practicing?" Song Changming asked.

"Three days." Rong Jiang replied.

"It's been so long." Song Changming didn't expect that this immersive practice felt like only a moment, but it had actually been three days and three nights.

He took out a large piece of fresh monster meat from the storage ring.

This meat was taken from the sheep monster that Song Changming had chopped off a few days ago.

Mutton is very nutritious and tastes delicious, so Song Changming deliberately kept a portion of it before extracting the essence of monster blood.

"Go, ask the fireman in the army to speed up the preparation. This general is hungry." Song Changming raised his hand weakly and urged.

"Yes." Although Rong Jiang was a little puzzled as to why his general had become so weak after practicing for a few days, he didn't ask much and took the sheep monster meat and was about to leave.

Suddenly, he remembered that the commander-in-chief of the five armies had invited him before, so he told him about it.

"I know." After hearing this, Song Changming didn't get up immediately to visit.

On the one hand, he was not in a good state now, and it had been three days since the incident, so he was not so anxious.

Soon, stewed meat, grilled meat, and fried meat were served one by one.

Although there was less wine, Song Changming was quite satisfied with the taste and asked Rong Jiang to sit down and eat with him.

After this big meal of meat, the heat in the body surged and the feeling of exhaustion was relieved.

"Has anything happened in the past three days?" Song Changming asked.

Rong Jiang answered one by one.

In the past three days, the army has been cleaning up the battlefield. Occasionally, there are monsters outside the city, but they do not pose any threat.

However, it is heard that several other cities in the south have also been involved in bitter battles one after another, and the scale of the monster invasion is getting bigger and bigger. After the deployment, even if the Cuiqi Army is fully deployed, it is difficult to stop them all in the southern border area.

It is said that in the hinterland of Cuibai Road, there has been a large group of monsters crossing the border, and the villages and towns have been severely destroyed.

After Rong Jiang finished his story, Song Changming also roughly understood the situation in the past three days.

For the time being, Tainan City where he was still safe, but the situation in Cuibai Road outside Tainan City was quite dangerous.

And their armies did not dare to leave easily, in case the Tainan City, which they had finally defended, was visited by the monsters again.

"Is there any news about the big monster?" Song Changming asked again.

This is what he cares about most.

The powerful strength of the big monster, once it appears, can instantly reverse the situation on any battlefield!

If a big monster has already invaded Cuibai Road, this must be the most important event!

Everyone knows that only the master-level human race can match the big monster.

Below the master, in the eyes of the big monster, not to mention ants, but also not much of a threat!

At present, Song Changming's strength has been verified on the battlefield before.

It can be said that as long as there is no big monster, he will basically be fine. He can attack or retreat. As long as he keeps a calm mind and does not get excited, there are not many monsters that can really threaten him.

"No." Rong Jiang answered truthfully. At least he had not heard any news about the big monster.

Song Changming nodded and asked no more questions.

After resting for a while, Song Changming walked out of the barracks after three days when he felt exhausted.

In the sky, the black yon still hung high, plunging the world into endless darkness.

It is unknown how long this round of black yon will last, but the longer it drags on, the more negative impact it will have.

Food, environment and ecology are all seriously damaged.

Song Changming could feel that there was sunlight shining down on his head, but the sunlight energy irradiated by this round of black yon was different from that of the normal sun.

Ordinary people would feel comfortable when exposed to sunlight, but this black yon light would only make people feel bored, and even feel suffocated and panicked at any time.

Song Changming looked at the black yon in the sky with disgust, and then walked towards the city lord's mansion.

On the streets, many people were cleaning up the ruins after the war, and carts were transporting waste stones and throwing them out of the city.

Including the four city walls, they were also undergoing repair and reconstruction.

The order in the city was relatively stable, and the people had basically resumed their daily work.

City Lord's Mansion.

Song Changming met Meng Kunlun and several other generals who were there, and apologized to them.

"Practice is the top priority, especially for talents like General Song, it can't be delayed." The general of the 17th Army, Chu Tianquan, waved his hand and smiled lightly, praising Song Changming.

"Summoning you that day was not a big deal in itself, I just wanted to confirm your current true strength." Meng Kunlun said.

"Real strength?" Song Changming understood.

It was not too surprising.

The strength he showed in this battle was really amazing, and his influence on the battlefield far exceeded that of ordinary small flag owners.

Several generals also knew this, but how strong Song Changming was specifically needed him to come and solve the doubts in person to confirm.

After all, the level of Qi training revealed on the surface is far from representing Song Changming's true strength.

The normal rules for measuring the strength of a warrior do not work for Song Changming.

"If possible, can you explain it to us now?" Chu Tianquan said.

Song Changming nodded. His strength had been demonstrated in public, and there was no need to hide it now. He looked at Wang Tianshuang and said.

"The commander should know that my practice is mainly based on body training, and Qi training is supplementary. If I only use my current Qi training, I am not as good as all the small flag masters in the army.

But if combined with the results of body training, I can fight a few moves with the warriors of the innate perfection realm."

Song Changming thought that he had left room for maneuver and did not brag too much.

But being able to fight against a warrior of the innate perfection realm with the Qi training of opening up the six martial veins is outrageous in itself, and even exceeds the concept of the inferior overcoming the superior in common cognition!

"May I have a try?" Yan Lanjun, the commander of the 21st Army, who was sitting next to him, suddenly stood up and said.

He didn't know as much about Song Changming's true strength as Wang Tianshuang and Meng Kunlun, and only glimpsed the scene of Song Changming killing the toad monster from a distance on the chaotic battlefield.

Although Song Changming's strength has been unanimously recognized by Wang Tianshuang and Meng Kunlun, he still wants to see him up close again.

He is really curious about how a warrior who has only opened up six martial veins can have a combat power comparable to the innate perfection level.

Hearing this, Song Changming couldn't help but look at Wang Tianshuang again.

"Since Marshal Yan wants to try, just fight a few moves casually." Wang Tianshuang nodded to Song Changming.

Seeing this, Song Changming also agreed.

"Excuse me, please." Yan Lanjun said to Meng Kunlun and Wang Tianshuang, and then nodded to Song Changming, and walked out.

"Brother Chu, do you want to take a look?" Wang Tianshuang looked at Chu Tianquan, the commander of the 17th Army.

"Of course I want to." Chu Tianquan nodded and followed.

The few people did not go far, and they were at a martial arts training ground in the city lord's mansion.

"How is it?" Yan Lanjun stood still and asked Song Changming.

He looked serious, his words were concise, and he acted decisively without any dragging his feet.

"Anytime." Seeing that the other party did not draw his weapon, Song Changming did not use his knife, and just stood still with his bare hands.

Yan Lanjun did not delay, and as soon as Chu Tianquan and others arrived in the back, he had already set off and rushed towards Song Changming.

The speed was so fast that it was obvious that there was no excessive reservation.

Since he wanted to test whether Song Changming had the strength to fight with a martial artist of the innate perfection realm, he would naturally use the strength standard of the innate perfection realm to measure Song Changming.

There was no point in letting him go.

In a blink of an eye, Yan Lanjun had already arrived in front of Song Changming, and his long robe on his body was raised and rustled.

Yan Lanjun punched directly.

The huge innate energy gathered on this punch, turning into a fierce and fierce fist force.

The terrifying aura suppressed Song Changming as if he was trapped in a quagmire, which increased the difficulty of moving and dodging.

Some of Song Changming's hair on his forehead was blown away by the fist force that had not yet arrived, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Then he also punched, confronting Yan Lanjun head-on.

There was no fist force transformed by the energy on his fist, but only the explosion of his pure physical strength.

The two fists collided.

Accompanied by a muffled sound, the air wave rolled and filled the entire martial arts training ground.