The Earth Conquers All Worlds

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The complex formation covering thousands of miles roared and vibrated, crazily swallowing the vitality of the world, the wind blew up, and the void trembled and swayed.

Zhao Shi carefully looked at the summoning formation that he personally arranged, not letting go of any details of its changes.

This summoning formation was given to him by the system, and most of them could understand it, while a small part didn't understand it at all.

The part I understand shows that this is a spatial movement formation. After a little modification, it can consume 10,000 high-level spirit stones at the cost of randomly teleporting within 300,000 miles or through two fixed points of the formation.

But that's it, it's completely impossible to teleport between interplanetary planes, and there are no conditions that can be implemented.

After seven full days, when the formation had accumulated enough aura, a dark blue beam of light appeared in the sky at some point, covering the teleportation formation with a sense of detachment and eternity.

Shrouded in deep blue light like water waves, drastic and rapid changes took place, and soon the teleportation array became something Zhao Shi couldn't understand at all.

The light dissipated, and there was only a portal between the virtual and the real, which was no different from the worlds in the blood sea.

"System...what the hell are you?" Zhao Shi muttered to himself, his voice as thin as a mosquito.

The portal opened slowly while the brilliance circulated, and sword-wielding monks walked out of it with a calm and evil spirit, wearing simple black Taoist robe military uniforms, swept the surroundings with spiritual consciousness, saluted Zhao Shi slightly, and then flew out , Occupying various aura nodes.

The monks walking out of the portal turned into a series of sharp red lights, shooting in all directions like lightning, continuous like a big river, the monks of Nascent Soul can be seen everywhere, and the monks of Huashen can be seen occasionally.

The horror in the hearts of Yang Qiushui and Wang He, who was standing next to him, became more and more intense.

One hundred... one thousand... two thousand

No monk is independent, they are all part of the formation, and as the number of people increases, formation patterns are born, making this blood-red sword formation more and more powerful.

At the beginning, when there were only a hundred people, they barely had the strength to fight against the king, but when there were a thousand people, Wang He and Wang He, who were in the early stage of the king's realm, no longer dared to face the coercion of the formation. Crawling under the formation, there is no resistance.

However, the speed at which monks poured out of the portal remained unchanged. The number of people in the formation quickly exceeded 10,000. , In this sword array, he will definitely not survive a breath of time.

The portal is still not closed, and the strength of the monks gushing out from it has not weakened at all. On the contrary, as the safety is confirmed, many heavyweights begin to appear, with the aura similar to the king, each proficient in formations, will be already The incomparably powerful formation increased again.

Kings of the Sea and his ilk don't even have the qualifications to be units of measurement for combat power, and their breath can be extinguished.

The army that was slowly gushing out didn't stop until half a day later, and the flame holy mountain was covered by arrays of patterns, and every trace of aura was brought under control.

After a pause, a figure reappeared in the portal, but its strength was much weaker, and it did not automatically form a formation as soon as it came out. The posture was relaxed, which seemed to be a logistics flow.

"President!"

Zhao Shi, who hadn't seen him alive for nearly four hundred years, was a little excited with his long spear, and saluted: "According to the order of the Supreme Committee of the Blood Sea, there are three armies to liberate the martial arts mech world this time, collectively known as the Blood Sea First Army.

They are the first army of the S-level legion, the first army of the blood sea, the commander of the spear, the second army of the blood sea, the commander of the flying snail, the first army of the Phoenix, the commander of Wuye, and the commander of the first army is the Phoenix Fire King. "

"The first army governs three divisions, and the first group army has a total of nine armies with 150,000 people, including 12,500 monks in the Nascent Soul Stage and 137,527 monks in the Golden Core Stage. There are no monks in the realm, and thirty-one monks in the transformation stage."

"President!"

"King Zhao Shi!"

Wu Ye and the flying snail saluted Zhao Shi at the same time.

"Thank you." Zhao Shi replied with a smile.

The 12,500 Nascent Soul stage monks and the 130,000 Golden Core stage monks have emptied the top combat power of all the worlds of the Blood Sea and the world of the Phoenix Guild. Talented people are swept away.

In the future, if there is no scientific and technological revolution in cultivating immortals or a substantial increase in resources, the number of Nascent Soul monks will no longer grow so explosively, but will maintain a dynamic balance between the death of life span and the birth of new Nascent Soul monks. The number of monks slowly accumulated over the years until it reached the limit.

As for the Condensed Realm, whose number has reached more than one million, they have already withdrawn from the front-line combat sequence. Their mana is too diverse, and it is too cumbersome to gather.

The corps of cultivating immortal players are not cannon fodder consumables like the federal corps. They can all form formations, and killing the king is only a basic requirement.

Thirty-one people including Long Spear, Flying Snail, Wuye, and Deyi Yangyang have advanced to the stage of transformation, most of them are in the early stage of transformation, and only the spear is in the middle stage of transformation.

After 700 years of promotion to Huashen, don't look at them appearing in piles. It is no exaggeration for anyone to be called a super genius in Cangqing and any interface known so far.

"Huanghuo, I haven't seen the real you for a long time." Zhao Shi said with a smile to the golden loli before the three of them.

Her eyes were in a trance, and her eyes were dull. At a glance, she knew that she had put most of her spiritual consciousness on the deduction skills of the king's meeting space, and she didn't even have the most basic monitoring of the outside world.

This is not in line with the regiment's combat regulations, but Long Spear and Wuye dare not control her.

After advancing to the peak of Transformation God, the golden light spots on the top of her head became denser and brighter, and the light spots were woven into lines, forming her slightly glowing hair.

A lazy kitten was sleeping on her hair, when it saw Zhao Shi, it raised its paw lazily.

"Meow!"

"Hi cat, wake up your master quickly, otherwise..." Zhao Shi's sword energy appeared in his hand, and he gestured toward Huang Huo's hair.

"Meow!!"

The golden orange cat, as fat as a pig, immediately arched its back when it heard Zhao Shi's words, and its hair exploded, staring at Zhao Shi angrily.

It is on the head of Huang Huo, if it is poured, it will be the first to get wet.

Zhao Shi looked at its copper bell-like eyes expressionlessly.

This guy was the natal magic weapon that Huang Huo refined from the bones of the flame holy lion back then. With her continuous cultivation, it has already surpassed most of the magic weapons of the transformation god level, but she is rarely seen using it, and the treasure is incredible.

"Meow~"

The fat cat immediately faltered, its barking turned into a charming and lovely milky voice, and it scratched Huang Huo's face with its paw.