The Earth Conquers All Worlds

"Earth Conquers Worlds ()"

Thirty years later, Blood Sea is eight hundred and fifty-one years old.

The sky of the Blood Lotus Palace, which had been silent for a long time, was filled with wind and clouds, and a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual energy gathered and dispersed, and finally calmed down.

Zhao Shi opened his eyes and stared at the system panel in front of him.

Name: Zhao Shi

Titles: Cangqing, Guangya, Ellen, Fanhua, Dynasty, Martial Arts Mecha and other world leaders of immortal cultivators, knights, mages, and warriors in the world, and people who are admired by the people of Blue Star.

Boundary: Middle Void Refinement Stage

Physique: 30.7

Strength: 30.9

Consciousness: 85.7

Mana: 85.7 (determined by divine awareness synchronization.)

Blood Sea Rule Space: A miniature world created based on the blood sea kendo rules, which can mobilize the power of the rules to greatly increase its own speed and sharpness, and can survive animals and plants.

Blood Lotus Sword: Flying sword of the Void Refining Level, which can grow with the master and absorb the blood of the strong.

'The mid-stage of Void Refining...a reward for being promoted together with the initial world. '

‘It’s been thirty years, but it’s really only a solid cultivation base, and the mana has only increased by an almost unobservable trace! '

'too slow! too slow! If this continues, it will take me at least 10,000 years to become a peak Void Refining cultivator. With the help of a few world resources, the world of martial arts mechs is too barren for a Void Refining cultivator, and I can barely survive. '

Zhao Shi's heart was far from being as peaceful as it appeared on the surface, and various thoughts were fluctuating in his heart.

‘The spiritual world plan needs to be advanced, and I can’t wait that long. '

Whoosh!

There were two voices piercing the air outside the Blood Lotus Palace, passing through layers of restrictions to Zhao Shi without hindrance.

It was two pin-like flying swords. The surface squirmed violently, and the runes in the body faded away. They dripped on Zhao Shi's outstretched fingers and merged into the interior.

In Zhao Shi's eyes, everything that these two flying swords have experienced in the past thirty years appeared.

They passed through one star after another, one planet after another, mixed with Honglian and Lianmo screaming and roaring in horror, and fierce fights occurred from time to time.

The Blood Drop Flying Swords didn't always win. When they were defeated, they would run away without hesitation, looking for the nearby garrison and nearby Blood Sea Guild experts, and then crushing and killing them with several times the strength of the two clones.

Until January, the two flying swords killed the last piece of the puzzle of Lianmo and Honglian Shenhun, and returned after confirming that they were dead.

"One more drop."

Zhao Shi closed his eyes, activated the connection left on the last drop of the flying sword, and opened it again after his consciousness was completely darkened.

This is a strange starry sky, barren and dead, even the aura is extremely weak, far lower than any world Zhao Shi has seen before.

With the precision of his virtual-level spiritual consciousness, he had to search for a few breaths of time to find a spiritual energy, which was even rarer than the water in the desert.

It's the edge of the universe.

Zhao Shi looked up, and sure enough, thousands of miles away, he found a magic weapon with intertwined necks of nine dragons, the size of a mountain peak, and it was flying further away, where it was a completely spiritless zone.

The magic weapon has the traces of the unique refining method of the imperial world. It is a long time ago, and a faint blue light flickers from time to time.

At the same time that the blood-drop flying sword was changing, a pair of quiet eyes also looked at this place at the same time, containing deep-seated hatred.

"Why bother?"

Zhao Shi sighed and said: "The cosmic desert is also a dead end, it would be more enjoyable to let me kill it with one sword, and the excellent family descendants in your magic weapon can also live."

The remnant soul of You Jiulong said coldly: "I will find a new world, the family will be revived, and the glory of the ancestors will not be buried. In the future, the new generation of Li Jiayou Jiulong will come back, and will take off your head to commemorate the dead Li family heroes .”

"I wish you success."

Zhao Shi nodded, and the red light of the blood-drop flying sword suddenly lit up, turning into a stream of condensed and cold sword light and slashing towards the Nine Dragons Entangling Magical Treasure in front of him.

It's a pity that I didn't see You Jiulong's death, but it's not an important thing.

The last hostile power was completely wiped out, which represented the complete pacification of the martial arts mecha world, and soon the current high-alert state will be transformed into a peaceful state in the ordinary world, and the army that gathers almost all the forces of the blood sea world group will also come one after another Withdrew, leaving only the standard guarding troops.

"Teacher, I want to go back. In the future, I won't come to the world of martial arts mechas often, but will be in the light and dark plane, or other places. Do you want to come together?" Zhao Shi looked at the people around him.

Yang Qiushui hesitated for a moment: "I still want to stay in this world, and I will go to your place after Xi'er is released from prison."

She has deep feelings for the world of martial arts mechs. There are people and places she knows here, and she is very afraid of going to strange places.

"That's fine." Zhao Shi thought for a while, stretched out his hand to grab it from the void, searched for a while, and he pulled out a petite emperor crown loli.

"Zhao Shi! What are you doing!!!" Shilong was so angry that his nose was crooked: "I'm looking at flowers at the Red Lotus Star, what do you want to do!"

"I'm going back to the light and dark plane, you help me protect her." Zhao Shi pointed to Yang Qiushui.

"Impossible! I am the noble emperor, not your bodyguard!!" Shi Longlong became even more angry.

Zhao Shi stretched out his palm and said with a blank expression: "Okay, hand over my Qiuyue mecha. This was originally a gift from me. Since you are not a bodyguard, you don't deserve to have this."

"This, this...hehe" Shi Longlong lost his anger immediately, and smiled coyly: "Actually, I am very happy to protect Miss Yang."

With the Qiuyue mecha, she instantly became a virtual-level combat power, and her training speed was also greatly improved, allowing her to recover her strength faster.

"That's good."

Zhao Shi withdrew his palm and said seriously: "She is very important to me. Since you promised to protect her, you must protect her well, otherwise, you will know the consequences yourself."

"I know, I know, long-winded!"

Shi Longlong's small face froze, and a hairy feeling involuntarily grew in his heart, obviously very aware of the seriousness of the so-called consequences.

Yang Qiushui's little face was reddish.

"That's it for now."

Zhao Shi glanced at the two of them, and flew towards the portal in the sky, and quickly disappeared in the sky of Youji Nine Dragons.

Yang Qiushui was left with a look of loss.

It would be great if there was no war in the Federation and he was always the boy under his wing.

You can lift his neck at any time and force him to do things you don't like, with an obviously unhappy face, but you still have to do it, it's really cute.

Light and Dark Plane

Zhao Shi took a step forward, and the heart of the world between his eyebrows instantly took over the rules of the entire world, and all the changes were clear in his heart.

The plane has grown a lot compared to 30 years ago, and it is rapidly moving towards the world of the Lianxu class. I believe that in a hundred years at most, it will be able to easily accommodate the Lianxu cultivators, and it will no longer feel like it is restrained now.

It's a pity that it's just tolerance, not enough to support the rapid growth of a cultivator.