In fact, Qingyang Huan thought too much, the heavens and all the clans, there were too many martial artists who traveled to and from the Burial God Star Domain, and the Terran warriors who were cold all over their bodies, for the true gods, they didn't care whether they were corpses or Terrans at all.

For the true gods, they need to supplement a large number of low-level gods, whether these transformed gods are used as slaves or as cannon fodder, they are sure to make a profit, as long as there is a warrior in this heaven and earth who yearns for the majesty of the gods, the transformation of this divine power will not stop.

Under the erosion of divine power, who can really withstand the temptation of becoming a god.

In the final analysis, every martial artist of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Clans has ambition in his heart, and ambition is also the driving force for all martial artists to move forward.

Despite this, Qing Yanghuan still didn't carelessly, he hid in the shadows, carefully arranging.

In the blink of an eye, thirty years later, the conquest between the True God Clan and the Divine Heavenly Court was still going on, and it seemed that it was in a state of anxiety, and for this reason, the number of True God Clan Ancient God Cities surrounding outside the Burial God Star Domain had also increased to eighteen.

I don't know if it's because the True God Clan has consumed too much in the conquest, or because it tasted the sweetness, the True God Clan is constantly recruiting warriors of all races, and there is a tendency to get worse.

Twenty years ago, there was finally a half-king warrior from the ancient clan who completely cleansed the battle body, transformed into a divine body, ignited the divine fire, and concluded a god's throne to ascend to the divine throne and became a god.

This incident caused a great sensation to the heavens and all worlds, and it made some small clans in the ten thousand races panic all day, after all, the small clan and the people were weak, if all of them were assimilated by the god race, wouldn't it be equivalent to exterminating the race.

Compared to the coercion and temptation of the Divine Heavenly Court, the methods of the True God Clan were almost impossible to resist.

In the following period, eight warriors of all races appeared one after another to cleanse their original bloodline, forge godheads, and become gods.

Every martial artist of all races breaks away from the original bloodline and becomes a god, which will make the heavens and all worlds feel a kind of panic, like a plague, which is equivalent to the god race recruiting all races to fight for them, how can this be played.

Among the eight warriors who became gods, there was also one from the human race, who happened to be born under the starry sky of the west pole of the human race, which made Qingyang Huan jump straight to his feet.

The ancestors don't want it, how can such a warrior who betrays the clan let him live.

......

Ten years later, the True God Battlefield.

The vast undulating mountains and land, the barren atmosphere is permeated, the land is full of withered weeds, this battlefield land can not see the sun of the outside world, more like a closed time and space, the sky dome continues to derive ancient divine beast phantoms.

In this wilderness, a huge city stood, like an ancient murderer, towering like a cloud, and between the faint divine mist, the glorious scene of Shinto was constantly conjured in the clouds.

Inside the towering city wall, there are stone halls of different sizes, as well as spacious open spaces, in which dense warriors come and go, the armor is bright, the blood is soaring, the size of this city is more than the king city of the human race, mountains and rivers, and the earth.

Between the pervasive divine qi, it can be seen that the martial artists sitting cross-legged are constantly absorbing the divine qi to cultivate, and the blazing and scorching divine qi cannot hide the cold and cold emanating from the body.

Standing at the head of the city, Qing Yang Huan looked at the phantom of the divine beasts that were constantly manifesting in the distant sky, there was no great sun, no light of the Taiyin, only the wasteland, mountains, and some ancient xenomorphic beasts.

This piece of heaven and earth is full of continuous killing day and night.

The ground outside the city was soaked in blood red, and the original color of the land had long been rendered by blood, even if the spiritual will penetrated through the depths of the earth, it could still be perceived that the soil was blood-colored.

"The Undead Legion is fighting, and the battlefield is just south of the Holy Light Warrior under the command of the Holy Heavenly Court!"

Suddenly, there was a roaring sound in the sky above the city, a divine light penetrated the sky completely, derived from nothingness, and a god man comparable to the reincarnation king realm of the human race stepped into the air, a pair of dark golden pupils flashed with indifference, and there was no trace of emotion between the words.

As the words fell, the god-man turned into a divine light and disappeared in place.

At the same moment, Qingyang Huan's figure slowly disappeared into the city, and a roar sounded in the city, and one by one the warriors who were silent in the main hall, or sitting cross-legged outside, walked out and turned into streamers and gathered outside the city.

Thundered!

A whole hundred thousand!

Every step out of the sky caused the roar of heaven and earth, and the evil qi that rushed to the sky converged into a blood-colored divine dragon, tearing through the divine mist for tens of millions of miles, and killing due south.

Under the edict of the True God Clan's martial artists, 100,000 immortal martial artists slaughtered towards the battle masters under the command of the Divine Heavenly Court, and there were still nearly 10,000 martial artists left in the city.

Feeling the immortal legion far away, Qingyang Huan's figure was silent in a stone hall, and there were a total of ten legions that he sent into the True God Battlefield, which were among the ten cities in the True God Battlefield.

As the war progressed, the conquest of the True God Clan and the Divine Heavenly Court fell into anxiety, and each set up a defensive line in the vast battlefield, and the great war divisions fought continuously.

Obviously, the conquest between the two clans has entered a stalemate, and the competition is attrition.

It was to take advantage of this opportunity that Qingyang Huan directly entered the door of human reincarnation and wantonly fished out the Terran warriors who were floating in it, and I have to say that for a long time, I don't know how many Terran warriors have been reined in the sea of suffering.

Over the past few decades, he has sent more than a million undead warriors to the True God Battlefield, but the number of Terran warriors in the sea of bitterness is still countless, and now these warriors have all been eroded by divine power, turning into a yin and yang physique intertwined with yin energy and divine power.

Although it is known as an undead army, in fact, these are not immortal, and once the battle body is completely destroyed, it will also fall.

"Ah Huan, there is news from outside, some ethnic groups have formed a war division of more than one million people and turned into a divine legion, I think it's time for us to gather the ten legions scattered outside. ”

The spiritual fluctuations of the turtle immortal were transmitted to Qingyang Huan's spiritual world, where each of them relied on spiritual transmission to narrate.

"The Protoss is really bold, and he is so bold, and he is not afraid of capsizing and being stolen. ”

"It's not that the true gods are bold, but they have absolute self-confidence, once the warriors of the ten thousand races are eroded by the divine power, they will gradually transform into slaves of the god race, so they are unscrupulous, just look at the reaction of the heavens and all the races, the hand of the god race is simply a disaster for the small race. ”

"Do you think that the races, including the Terrans, will watch the Protoss grow like this? It is estimated that many means have been used a long time ago, and there is not a Terran War Division of 10,000 people in our north, I am afraid that this is the temptation sent by the old man of the Emperor, but it is a pity that the blue water is empty, and these Terran warriors who have entered here may not be able to go back. ”

Qingyang Huan's eyes showed solemnity, not only the arrival of the human race, but also the demon clan, the blood clan and other large races in the ten thousand clans, which also formed their own clan war divisions and entered the battlefield of the true gods, but unfortunately the warriors sent out were all eroded by divine power, and the strength of the true god clan was quickly charged in vain.

"What should we do next? Ah Huan, even if we form tens of thousands of immortal war divisions, it will be difficult to shake the rule of the true gods, these people's strength is too weak, and the strongest is only the king realm, wouldn't it be a waste of effort. ”

"The embankment of thousands of miles was destroyed in the anthill, and it is naturally difficult to shake the rule of the Shinto, but this divine war will eventually fall silent, and when the time comes, you say that the true god clan has absorbed so many warriors of all races, but does not give the transformation god clan the same status, this contradiction will break out, and the undead army is the introduction, don't panic. ”

Qing Yang Huan shook his head slightly, he never thought of relying on this immortal army to stir up the entire pattern of the divine war, that was unrealistic, at the moment he was just mixing sand into the god race.

Over the past few decades, tens of millions of warriors of all races have been assimilated by the True God Race and turned their backs on the race, which has caused the dissatisfaction of all the heavens and all races, and it is estimated that the ten thousand races have almost endured to the peak, and there will inevitably be other actions next.

"Let's go, let's get out of here first. ”

Then, Qingyang Huan walked out of the city with Gu Buxian, and the undead legions distributed throughout the True God Battlefield each had a King Realm martial artist to lead, and they all recognized him as the master, compared to the hundreds of millions of battle divisions in the True God Battlefield, even if the million undead legions were all filled in, they would not be able to make much waves.

Leaving the city, Qingyanghuan did not leave the battlefield of the true gods, but went deeper, now this battlefield has its own world, not only there are established war divisions, but also single rangers, they will not participate in the war division expedition, but wander outside, ask for some opportunities, after all, the battlefield is vast and boundless, and it is impossible to fight everywhere.

......

The undulating mountains in the distance could not see the end at a glance, and a Peng bird with a golden light hovered in the sky, and its dark golden pupils saw Qingyang Huan at a glance from afar.

The golden gilt wings flapped gently, rolling up the surging air flow like a river, and a breath came to Qingyang Huan.

"Whew. ”

In the face of the golden Peng bird that opened its claws and swooped down, the turtle did not jump out and howled, and suddenly this Peng bird seemed to see a demon and a monster, its wings fluttered, and it fell to the ground, and its long sharp mouth pierced into the ground, collapsing mountains and rocks, and came to a mouth brake.

Cracking sound.

The wings were broken and fractured, and the appearance was extremely miserable, and he let out a wailing sound, allowing the pale golden divine blood to flow out, trembling in place, not daring to move.

"Ah Huan, is the turtle master so terrifying?"

Looking at the trembling Peng bird, the turtle was surprised.

"Don't kill me. ”

Peng Niao watched as Gu Buxian came up, covered his head with his broken wings with difficulty, and shrank back.

"My meat is not tasty, it's all bones. ”

"Don't you know that the turtle's favorite food is grilled chicken wings? Take the bird's wings, sprinkle them with seasonings, put one on the fire, put the other in the oil pot, and then bring a jar of ......."

"I'm ...... Spare my life, I am willing to exchange a secret. ”

Seeing that Peng Niao was trembling with fright, Gu Buxian leaned forward again with a smile and said, "The secret is delicious in the wings." ”

"There is a divine tiger sleeping in the mountain, guarding a huge coffin. ”

Shrinking his head into his body, Pengniao shouted.