Among the normal soldiers in southern Xinjiang, 10,000 people can exceed 500, which is the normal probability.

Xu Yi looked at four batches in a row.

The six thousand people who passed the test were alone and were full of morale.

Those who fail to pass are quite depressed, but are not discouraged, and they have a burning fighting spirit in their eyes.

Not admitting defeat is the most basic quality of the warriors in southern Xinjiang.

Day after day.

A week passed in a blink of an eye.

The number of soldiers in southern Xinjiang who passed the test reached 20,000.

Everyone made a vow of blood and blood, and would rather die than reveal a half-point of the killing script to the outside world, otherwise they would die immediately.

Immediately afterwards, 20,000 people began to practice the killing scriptures.

Although there is no war to make them stronger, the practice of the mind method still makes 20,000 Killing Army soldiers full of evil spirits, lingering above their heads, with murderous aura boiling and shocking.

Xu Yi stood on the Zhennan Tower, watching the light of the Heart Magic Array flowing, and the blood evil spirit soaring into the sky, and his heart was a little excited.
Chapter completed!