In fact, Qingyang Huan was overthinking it.
There were too many warriors from all races in the world, traveling to the God Burial Star Territory.
The cold-blooded human warriors did not matter to the True God whether they were corpse clan or human clan.
For the true gods, they need to replenish a large number of low-level gods.
Whether these transformed gods serve as slaves or cannon fodder, they can make a steady profit, as long as there is still a warrior in this world who yearns for the majesty of the gods. , this transformation of divine power will not stop.
Under the influence of divine power, who can truly endure the temptation of becoming a god?
After all, every warrior in the world has ambition deep in his heart, and ambition is also the driving force for all warriors to move forward.
Even so, Qingyang Huan still didn't make any carelessness.
He hid in the dark and arranged carefully.
Thirty years later, the conquest between the True God Clan and the Holy Heaven is still going on, and it seems to be in a state of anxiety.
For this reason, the number of True God Clan ancient god cities surrounding the God Burial Star has also increased to eighteen.
I don’t know whether it’s because the True God Clan consumed too much in the conquest, or because they tasted the benefits, but the True God Clan continues to recruit warriors from all races, with a trend of getting worse.
Twenty years ago, there was finally a half-king warrior from the ancient tribe who thoroughly cleansed his battle body, transformed into a divine body, ignited the divine fire, established his divine status, ascended the throne of God, and became a god-man.
This incident caused a great sensation in the heavens and the world, and even caused some small tribes among the ten thousand tribes to be in constant panic.
After all, the small tribes and the people were weak.
If they were all assimilated by the gods, wouldn't it be equivalent to annihilation of the tribe?
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Compared to the coercion and inducement of the Holy Heaven, the methods of the True Gods are almost irresistible.
In the following period, eight warriors from all races appeared one after another, purified their original bloodlines, forged godheads, and became gods.
Every warrior of the Ten Thousand Races who breaks away from his original bloodline and becomes a god-man will make all the heavens and worlds feel a kind of panic, like a plague.
This is equivalent to the Gods recruiting all races to fight for them.
How can this be fun?
Among the eight warriors who became gods, there was another one from the human race, who happened to be born under the starry sky of the western pole of the human race.
This made Qingyang Huan angry.
Even if his ancestors are gone, how can such a warrior who betrays his clan be allowed to live.
Ten years later, the battlefield of true gods.
The vast land of undulating mountains is filled with a desolate atmosphere, and the land is full of withered weeds.
The outside sun cannot be seen in this battlefield, and it is more like a closed time and space.
The phantoms of ancient mythical beasts are constantly growing in the sky.
In this wilderness, a huge city stands, like an ancient evil that lingers between the sky and the earth, towering like the clouds, with a faint divine mist lingering in the clouds, and the glorious scenes of Shinto are constantly transformed into the clouds.
Inside the towering city walls, there are stone palaces of different sizes, as well as spacious open spaces, in which densely packed soldiers are passing by.
Their armors are bright and their blood is high.
The size of this city is comparable to that of the royal capitals on the human race's mountains and rivers.
Not to mention more concessions.
As the divine energy filled the air, one could see warriors sitting cross-legged, constantly absorbing the divine energy and practicing.
Even the blazing divine energy could not cover up the coldness emanating from the body.
Standing at the top of the city, Qingyang Huan looked at the phantoms of mythical beasts that were constantly appearing on the horizon in the distance.
There was no solstice, no light from the lunar sky, and all he could see were wilderness, mountains, and some ancient alien ferocious beasts.
This world is filled with continuous killings regardless of day or night.
The ground outside the city is soaked in blood red.
The original color of the land has long been exaggerated by blood.
Even if the spiritual will penetrates hundreds of feet deep into the earth, one can still detect that the soil is blood-colored.
"The Undead Legion goes to battle, and the battlefield is in the south of the Holy Heaven's Holy Light Warrior Division."
Suddenly, a roaring sound appeared in the sky above the city, and a divine light penetrated the sky.
Derived from nothingness, a divine man comparable to the reincarnation king realm of the human race came through the air, with a pair of dark golden pupils shining with indifference, and spoke.
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There is no emotion at all.
As soon as the words fell, the god turned into a ray of divine light and disappeared from the place.
At the same moment, Qingyang Huan's figure slowly disappeared from the top of the city, and there was a roar in the city.
The warriors who were silent in the main hall, or who were sitting cross-legged outside, walked out and turned into streams of light that gathered outside the city.
Rumble One hundred thousand people Every step he took caused a roar from the heavens and the earth, and the evil energy soaring into the sky gathered into a bloody divine dragon, tearing apart the divine mist that was tens of millions of miles away, and headed due south.
One hundred thousand immortal warriors, under the orders of the True God Clan warriors, were killing the warriors under the command of the Holy Heaven.
There were still about 10,000 warriors left in the city who were practicing.
Feeling the undead legions retreating away, Qingyang Huan's figure fell silent in a stone palace.
In this way, there were ten legions sent into the True God's Battlefield by him, and they were located in ten cities in the True God's Battlefield.
As the war progressed, the True God Clan and the Holy Heaven fell into a state of anxiety in their conquests.
They each set up a line of defense in the vast battlefield, and the war masters were constantly engaged in battles.
Obviously, the conquest between the two tribes has entered a stalemate stage, and the competition is consumption.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qingyang Huan directly entered the Samsara Gate of Humanity and fished out the human warriors floating in it.
It has to be said that in the long years, there is no way to know how many human warriors have been restrained in the sea of suffering.
For decades, he has sent more than a million immortal warriors to the battlefield of the True God.
However, the number of human warriors in the sea of suffering is still countless.
Now, all of these warriors have been eroded by divine power and turned into a kind of Yin Qi and A yin and yang constitution intertwined with divine power.
Although they are known as the undead army, in fact these are not immortal.
Once the combat body is completely destroyed, it will also fall.
"Ah Huan, there is news from outside that some ethnic groups have formed a warrior division with more than one million people and turned it into a divine army.
I think it is time for us to gather together the ten scattered armies."
Gu Buxian's mental fluctuations were transmitted to Qingyang Huan's spiritual world, where each of them relied on spiritual sound transmission to speak.
"The Gods are really courageous.
They are so bold, and they are not afraid of capsizing and being stolen."
"It's not that the true gods are bold, but that they have absolute self-confidence.
Once the warriors of all races are eroded by the divine power, they will gradually transform into slaves of the gods.
Therefore, they are unscrupulous.
Just look at the reactions of all races in the world.
This move by the Gods simply brought disaster to the small tribe.”
"Do you think that ethnic groups, including the human race, would just watch the gods grow bigger like this?
I guess they have used many methods for a long time.
There is a human warrior division of ten thousand people in the north of us.
I am afraid that this is the one sent by the old man of the Imperial Master.
It's a pity that Lan's attempt was in vain.
These human warriors who entered here may not be able to return. " Qingyang Huan's eyes showed solemnity.
Not only the human race arrived, but also the monster race, blood race and other large races among the ten thousand races also formed their own warriors to enter the battlefield of the true gods.
Unfortunately, the warriors sent were all eroded by the divine power, and they were all in vain.
The True God Clan has quickly recharged its strength.
"What should we do next?
Huan, even if we form tens of thousands of immortal warriors, it will be difficult to shake the rule of the true god.
These people are too weak.
The strongest ones are not in the king realm.
Isn't it a waste of time?"
"The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed in an ant nest.
Naturally, millions of people cannot shake the rule of the Shinto.
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But this divine war will eventually fall silent.
When the time comes, you say that the true gods have absorbed so many warriors from all races, but they will not transform the gods.
With equal status, this kind of conflict will break out, and the Undead Legion is the trigger, so don’t panic.”
Qingyang Huan shook his head gently.
He had never thought about using this undead army to stir up the entire pattern of the God War.
That was unrealistic.
At the moment, he was just adding sand to the Gods.
Over the past few decades, tens of millions of warriors from all races have been assimilated by the True God Clan and have turned their backs on their tribe, which has caused dissatisfaction among all races in the world.
It is estimated that all races have almost tolerated it, and there will definitely be other actions next.
"Come on, let's get out of here first."
Suddenly, Qingyang Huan led Gui Buxian out of the city.
The undead legions distributed throughout the True God Battlefield were each led by a king-level warrior, and they all recognized him as their master.
Compared with the hundreds of millions of people fighting in the True God Battlefield, War Master, even if all the millions of undead legions were filled in, they wouldn't be able to cause much trouble.
After leaving the city, Qingyang Huan did not leave the True God Battlefield, but went deeper.
Now this battlefield is a world of its own.
There are not only established warriors, but also single rangers.
They will not participate in the battle.
The division went on an expedition, but wandered outside to seek opportunities.
After all, the battlefield was vast and it was impossible to be a place of fighting everywhere.
The undulating mountains in the distance can be seen endlessly, and a roc bird with golden light all over its body is hovering in the sky.
Its dark golden pupils can see Qingyang Huan from a distance.
The golden gilt wings flapped gently, stirring up the air current that surged like a river, and he came to Qingyang Huan in one breath.
"Ouch."
Facing the golden roc bird that swooped down with its claws spread out, Gui Buxian jumped out and howled.
Suddenly, the roc bird seemed to have seen a monster, its wings fluttered, and it fell to the ground with a long head.
His sharp mouth plunged into the ground, causing mountains and rocks to break apart, causing a mouth stop.
Crackling.
The tendons of both wings were broken and fractured, and he looked extremely miserable.
He let out a mournful sound, and even though the pale golden divine blood flowed out, he shivered in place, not daring to move at all.
"Ah Huan, is Mr.
Turtle so scary?"
Looking at the trembling Pengniao, Gui Buxian was surprised.
"Don't kill me."
Pengniao watched Gui Buxian come up to him, and with difficulty covered his head with his broken wings, shrinking down.
"My meat doesn't taste good, it's all bones."
"Don't you know that Mr.
Turtle's favorite thing to eat is grilled chicken wings?
Take the bird wings, sprinkle them with seasonings, put one on the fire, put the other in the oil pan, and put another one in."
"I, I, will spare my life in exchange for a secret."
Seeing the Peng bird trembling with fear, Gui Buxian leaned forward again with a smile and said: "The secret is not as delicious as the wings."
"There is a sacred tiger sleeping in the mountain, and he is guarding a giant coffin."
Drawing his head back into his body, Pengniao shouted loudly
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