Quanmin: I recited the Three Thousand Daozang and became a Celestial Master

At this time, dense data was transmitted to the rear command room.

Looking at the positions of all the alien tribes on the second front on the screen, Zhou Jing looked extremely calm.

The nightmare alien race is different from the skeleton alien race. The throne of bones only needs one order, and the skeleton alien race will never tire of executing it.

But the Hitomi alien race needs to sleep, and there is no so-called army sentry system.

The reason why I gained a firm foothold on the first front in a week was because all the hard nails were pulled out at night.

An hour later, after the members of Soaring Snake had investigated all the tribes in the second front area, Zhou Jing's eyes were shining with stars, and his brain was thinking fast.

Then he raised his hands and quickly clicked on the screen.

The command room seemed extremely quiet at this moment, and no one disturbed Zhou Jing.

In terms of frontline command, everyone in the command room has a very heavy responsibility. Of course, they can't all be on the southwest front. The north and south seas are still watched by commanders.

Time passed little by little, and soon, a complete battle plan was finalized by Zhou Jing.

Which tribe to pull out first must be carefully considered, and in the entire second front area, there are a total of more than 300 foreign tribes, ranging from a few hundred to a thousand large to dozens of small.

It is estimated that there are more than 2 alien races in total, and almost as long as there are more than 50 tribes, there will basically be a alien race with a level of 50 or above.

The curse in the group of rank five can easily kill a large number of fighters.

So how to cooperate with the soldiers to fight is a very huge workload.

But Zhou Jing quickly gave the battle plan, and flew it directly to all the displayed commanders in the Southwest. He glanced at the time and said, "Add details in 10 minutes, start the operation at [-] o'clock in the morning, code name: Yelang. "

"Yes!"

The commanders nodded very seriously. The battle table in front of them represents the future of Huaxia.

The 10 minutes ended quickly, and the commanders in charge of the area added all the detailed data to the combat table.

Zhou Jing checked it once, nodded, took a deep breath, and finalized the battle plan.

In an instant, all the soldiers on the front line sounded the reminder of the auxiliary intelligence.

"The order has been issued, the operational code: Yelang!"

All the data orderly assigns instructions and tasks to everyone based on the auxiliary intelligence, and Ye Xiang is no exception.

The assistant intelligence flew in front of him, looked at him and said:

"Comrade Ye Xiang, please cooperate with Ying Ziye to go to the coordinate command immediately."

Ye Xiang opened his eyes and got up directly.

Opening the door, everyone in the killing team happened to come out.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled.

Zhuang Chu said calmly: "There are 15 people in the team. Before dawn, I hope everyone can return safely."

"Haha! Small idea." Feng Yuan said with a smile.

Ye Xiang looked at Ying Ziye. This time, she changed into a black chill uniform, which lost a little of the mysterious feeling of the past. Her pair of beautiful eyes like stars have been covered by gauze.

"Everyone, see you tomorrow!" He Liao said with a smile.

The figure turned into a wind and left the base.

According to different command coordinates, everyone went to the tribes in the second front area to perform tasks.

Lin Feng still acted together with Zhuang Chu, and almost everyone noticed that something was wrong with him, but in the current wartime situation, no one had the time to enlighten him.

There are also cases where newcomers cannot adapt to the killing team.

But after all, Zhuang Chu was by Lin Feng's side, so everyone was not very worried.

If Zhuang Chu can't do anything, then no one can do anything.

Ye Xiang looked at the shivering wild boar with fangs and rolled his eyes, "Okay, you can sleep tonight."

After all, it's a beheading mission, so it's a little bit reluctant to take the lead, if it's suitable for attracting monsters and the like.

Ye Xiang took a look at the coordinates of the command. The straight-line distance of more than 50 kilometers would definitely require a fighter jet to pick him up.

He walked to the platform with Ying Ziye, and soon several fighter jets flew down, and one of them came in front of them. Coincidentally, it was another member of the White Tiger who planned to die with the 62-level Curse Nightmare King during the day.

When he saw Ye Xiang, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Yo, I already know you when I see you."

There's nothing wrong with this guy's level 32 resistance to five six-turn curse skills. He deserves to be the monster of the beheading team.

"Brother, let's just fly the plane this time, just don't mess around." Ye Xiang looked at him and smiled.

"Haha, good!"

After Ye Xiang and Ying Ziye boarded the plane, they flew directly to the command coordinates.

The [-]-kilometer road was in front of the fighter jets, and it was reached in minutes, but for the sake of concealment, they landed far away.

"It's dangerous to fire a signal flare, I can see it."

The member of the White Tiger handed Ye Xiang a flare gun and said.

Ye Xiang nodded and left behind Ying Ziye.

Although Ying Ziye is an auxiliary professional fortune-teller, he is still at level 57 to enter the killing team, so it is not that simple.

After approaching the coordinate group, Ying Ziye said softly: "We are only responsible for beheading, and we don't need to worry about other things. After completing this command task, we will start the next command."

Ye Xiang nodded, indicating that he knew.

Ying Ziye took out a tarot card, and after silently reciting the spell, the tarot card was revealed.

The wise man is right.

For a moment, Ying Ziye looked at a wooden house in the deepest part of the tribe, and said, "Level 56 Curse Nightmare King, right there."

Then she took out two more tarot cards and flipped them over, one hermit and one justice.

After Ying Ziye recited the incantation of the hermit, the figures of the two suddenly became transparent.

Ye Xiang couldn't help but widen his eyes, this...

He still knows that there are a total of 72 Tarot cards, doesn't it mean 72 effects?

Ying Ziye smiled lightly, and after placing the justice tarot card on Ye Xiang, he said softly:

"Okay, junior student of justice, let's start your performance~"

Ye Xiang: "..."

The two walked directly into the tribe, and the surroundings were very quiet, obviously they couldn't notice them.

Ye Xiang cautiously opened the door, but with just such a small movement, the Cursed Nightmare King who was lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

The big yellow pupils on the chest stared in the direction of the door.

Ye Xiang and Ying Ziye stood in place without moving. The effect of the Tarot Hermit hadn't expired. It stands to reason that the Cursed Nightmare King would not be able to see them.

But the Cursed Eye King obviously felt something was wrong, and stared at the half-open door.

He slowly got up from the bed and approached Ye Xiang and the two step by step.

Ye Xiang turned sideways slightly, stood in front of Ying Ziye, slowly raised his hand, and squeezed the formula.

When the Cursed Nightmare King is still two meters away, Ye Xiang will strike without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, the other party stopped suddenly when he was 3 meters away, with a sneer on his ugly triangular face.

In an instant, a blood-red curse aura erupted directly from that yellow eye.