Bright Era

The mainland bridge, the palace of the Blood Qin Empire.

The Prairie Temple has been left far behind. Under the siege of the Heavy Legion of the Blood Qin Empire, the clergymen of the Prairie Temple hurriedly retreated, leaving behind the magnificent temple they built for countless years under the worship of countless believers.

The sky is full of yellow sand in front, and above the towering mountain peaks, the golden desert temple is in sight. A large number of desert temple clergymen wearing dark yellow robes and grassland temple clergymen wearing dark green robes hovered over the temple, putting on a posture of **** fighting and not taking a step back.

Nearly a thousand miles around the desert temple, the golden tent of the ten nomadic khanates have gathered here. These golden tent forbidden forces are the elite of the great sweats directly under them by the major khanates, and they are far better than ordinary nomadic troops in terms of morale, equipment or personal combat effectiveness.

The Yin Master looked at the desert temple in the distance with a sullen face, and then coughed softly. In a fierce battle with the **** of seasons, the Yin Master was extremely hurt. Originally, his best choice was to return to Penglai and reactivate a spare body. But I don't know why, he was suddenly full of a strong sense of fear about returning to Penglai, so he still stayed in the army of Xueqin with this heavily injured body.

Several Tianmiao elders with brightly shaved scalps put their hands in their sleeves and stood firmly beside the Yin Master.

They also looked at the desert temple where they were preparing for war, with a sneer on their faces. In the Primordial Gods War, the gods of the desert and the grasslands suffered extremely severe damage. In the subsequent religious wars, this pair of maverick twin brothers did not form an alliance with any **** system. They will always be attacked from all sides.

Today, they are unable to protect their believers, right?

"Prepare to attack!" A Tianmiao elder gave out a triumphant laugh: "We will be able to reach the Western Continent without a fight if we break through the desert temple and the mainland bridge. This is a supreme feat, and the gods will be satisfied. "

Master Yin glanced at the elders of these Tianmiao sullenly, and he smiled gloomily: "It's better to be careful. You know, the Continental Bridge can last for so many years without falling, but they have their reason."

Several Tianmiao elders glanced at each other. An elder who was wearing a black robe and embroidered with a large number of gods and demons flying patterns on the sleeves of the robe smiled and shook his head: "Of course there is their truth, but if the yin If the teacher can help us with all his heart, with the power of'Penglai', what is the two temples on a mainland bridge?"

The Yin Master gave these elders a cold look. After a long time, he looked up at the sky and sneered slowly: "The agreement between me and your **** is that the Penglai God Army will never act as cannon fodder. , For the dead ghost, don’t forget. Your people take the lead, and I will order my people to be reinforcements at any time.”

With a shallow smile, several Tianmiao elders nodded gently, and then one of the elders pointed towards the sky, a red light shot out, and after flying into the sky several thousand meters, it suddenly exploded. The sky is full of light and rain.

There was a deep chanting sound, and countless scalps were sharply shaved, and the Tianmiao warriors, wearing strong black suits and holding heavy iron rods, strode out of the camp of the Blood Qin Empire. They shouted the names of the gods they believed in, and dazzling dark golden lights sprayed out on them, their bodies swelled rapidly, and in the blink of an eye their bodies swelled to a height of five meters.

Divine power possesses the body and the King Kong is not bad, this is the secret of the Tianmiao, and only mad believers can use the battle formation technique. After receiving the blessing of divine power from across the air, the combat power of these fanatics can at least soar tenfold, and the whole body is invulnerable, even super magic can only slightly hurt them, unless the forbidden curse is activated, it is impossible to cause damage to their bodies. Too much damage.

At least one hundred thousand people of such Tianmiao fanatics have stepped out of the army, and behind them is the huge Siege Army of the Blood Qin Empire. The huge trebuchet, the complex magic bed crossbow, and the amazingly powerful magic crossbow can not be seen at a glance. They were pushed hard by countless logistics soldiers of the Blood Qin Empire, and slowly kept up with the fanatics of these temples.

Large purple haze sprayed out from the barracks, and the same 100,000 Penglai God Army made no sound, and walked out of the barracks lightly as if walking in the wind. They followed the mad believers in the Temple of Heaven, and everyone's eyes flashed with purple light, which was as daunting as a blade.

Tens of thousands of people in the temple flew up into the sky silently. They were reciting the scriptures at the same time. The huge magical elements rushed from all directions, and the huge magical fluctuations shook the protective barriers of the desert temple. Ripples.

The Palace of the Blood Qin Empire, this is a castle that is driven by a magic furnace and can travel quickly on the ground. Two li long and wide, inside the metal-cast castle stands a delicate palace. Now Ying Zheng is standing in the watchtower at the highest point of the palace, staring at the siege army with cold eyes.

"Zhao Lu, how long do you think it will take us this time to take down the desert temple?" A dark black light flashed in his eyes, and Ying Zheng turned his head and looked at the palace chief Zhao Lu who was standing by.

Zhao Lu smiled and bowed to Yingzheng and bowed his body: "Return to your Majesty, your Majesty’s imperial conquest, all directions were shocked, all directions bowed, and the grassland temple was easily won within a few months. Now the people in this desert temple are nothing more than negative resistance. The mob of demoralized mobs, with the superficial view of the old slaves, they can resist my **** Qin Ruchao offensive for at most half a month, and they will be defeated.

"Half a month?" Yingzheng shook his head noncommitantly: "What happened to the Prairie Temple also blocked us for several months. At that time, there were no people from the Desert Temple to help. If the Desert Temple is now the power of the two temples combined. For one, if you can capture it in just half a month, Zhao Lu, your words are more effective than the oracle."

Zhao Lu smiled'hehe', and glanced at Yingzheng with a low eyebrow: "Your Majesty joked, the old slave is just a disabled person. How dare you compare with the gods? But once your Majesty conquered the mainland bridge, the army After breaking through the Western Continent, and then crossing the oceans to conquer the world, that will be the real lord of the world. No **** can compare to your majesty."

Ying Zheng sneered, he slowly sat on a throne behind him, and the fanatics who looked at the temple through the window had begun to attack the desert temple, and then gently nodded: "If you want to Breaking through the desert temple in half a month, I'm afraid it is not necessary to have internal response to get things done, right?"

Zhao Lu was stunned, then he smiled and lowered his waist: "Your Majesty said and laughed, where is there any internal response in this desert temple?"

There was a silence for a while, Ying Zheng hooked his finger to Zhao Lu, Zhao Lu hurriedly walked to Ying Zheng's side, and approached Ying Zheng without any precautions. Suddenly, countless black dragon scales like blades appeared on Ying Zheng's arm. His fingers became several times longer. A dragon claw with a width of a ruler pierced through Zhao Lu's like a sharp knife. Eyebrow.

As soon as he heard a ‘puff chuff’, Zhao Lu, who was caught off guard, was instantly killed by Ying Zheng’s blow. Even his soul was shattered by Ying Zheng’s blow. All the soul fragments were madly sucked into his body by Ying Zheng. The extinct Heiqiu is the most brutal and evil blood of the Candle Dragon family. Every cell in Yingzheng's body is cheering, and Zhao Lu, who is extremely shocked, stares at Yingzheng, and then his body suddenly It collapsed, and every drop of his flesh and blood was wiped clean by Ying Zheng.

The bones all over his body were ‘cracking’, and the internal organs made a faint thunderous sound, and the black air leaked from the pores of Ying Zheng, wrapping his body into a huge black cocoon. After a full quarter of an hour, Ying Zheng let out a sigh of relief, and the black cocoon on his body gradually dissipated, and his breath was obviously nearly doubled.

"Zhao Lu, I do not treat you badly!" With a light sigh, Ying Zheng showed a stern sneer: "Why you are not my person, so why do I keep you? My blood, it's true. It is truly extraordinary. After devouring your flesh and blood, it can actually increase my strength almost doubled. It can be seen that your cultivation is no small thing!"

"In this way, I have slept for thousands of years, and this palace enshrinement group is all your disciples and grandchildren, so what's the point of staying?"

With a weird grin, Ying Zheng picked up the mang dragon robe that Zhao Lu had left on the ground, and rubbed it into the smallest powder, allowing it to float in the wind. Looking at the powder floating in his hands, Ying Zheng patted his hands gently: "Come on! Come on!"

Eight old eunuchs with a chilling breath all walked into the watchtower silently. They knelt down on the ground respectfully, and bowed to Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng looked at these eight amazingly powerful old eunuchs and walked slowly in front of them. There was also no resistance at all, no defense at all. Eight old eunuchs who had relied on ten thousand years of hard cultivation and completed their first transformation were easily beheaded by Ying Zheng.

After swallowing all the spirits of the eight people, Ying Zheng's breath rose more than twice again.

Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng was content to destroy all the clothes and accessories of the eight old eunuchs, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Zhao Lu, an old dog, has done some things these years. Dogs follow their orders, but they have forgotten that I am their master. What is the use of raising slaves like this? However, there are a large number of people in this imperial consecration group, and Bacheng is a cultivation base of a demigod or higher... "

A strange black air flickered from Ying Zheng's face: "Perhaps, after I absorb them all, my strength is comparable to those superior gods, right? Then the strangers around me will be confided. "To absorb all of them, I will spend thousands of years of hard work to create a more powerful Qin Empire that is a hundred times stronger! At that time, I will be able to truly sweep the six and eight wastes and become the lord of the world!" (To be continued. If you like this You are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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