In half a month, Wang Lang did not stop, leading the Black Wing Battalion plus the three thousand elites of Lance, sweeping all the way west from Lianyun City, and finally attacked the territory of Lance.

Along the way, the results of the battle are absolutely brilliant, killing countless enemies, no less than a million.

But his heart was extremely heavy, because of the journey into thousands of miles, he had never met a living person, passing through a village and a town, at the moment of exploration, there was no living person, only some walking corpses who were infected into zombies. Under the heavy suppression, there was an incomparable anger, which burned in his chest and did not stop for a moment.

"To the west, continue to the west, and I'm going to see where those monsters can hide." Wang Lang waved his hand, and the army behind him turned into a puff of smoke and dust, heading towards Reims City.

After a few years, when he came to the city of Reims again, Lot's heart was shocked and angry, the tall city wall was gone, only the huge stones scattered all over the place, showing the foundation of the city wall.

Reims City, the imperial capital of the past, is now a wreckage, rubble and turning heads scattered everywhere, and the streets of the city are quiet, and there is not a single figure. Yes, there were no figures, not even corpses, and the thick dust on the streets showed that the city had not been inhabited for a long time.

Rout took a deep breath and walked in the direction of the palace.

The palace is gone, and all that remains is a ruin, with the remnants of exquisite reliefs, the elaborately fired floors, and the occasional gold and silver vessels interspersed with them, showing the former glory of this remnant.

For countless days and nights, Rout vowed to retake Reims and retake the palace. But at this moment, when he stood in front of such a palace, in such a country, his heart was full of hesitation.

If he didn't have such a palace, if it wasn't such a scorched earth, hatred ignited his wisdom, and the phantom of the snake cultivator appeared behind him, becoming bigger and bigger, and in an instant, it turned into the size of a hundred zhang, and the boundless fishy wind began to spread from his body.

Sauron, who followed closely, felt the change in Root, and a bad premonition rose within him.

When Wang Lang appeared in front of Lut, the huge snake phantom made a hissing sound at him, and a pair of cruel eyes stared at him, like staring at a delicious meal.

With a pause, Wang Lang thought of a terrible thing, the snake cultivator had begun to transform from an illusory shadow to an entity.

But when he saw Root's clear eyes, he knew that at this time, Lut had completely suppressed the Snake Cultivation Bloodline, and it was not far from completely controlling the power of that divine beast.

"Wang Lang, let's go."

Root's breath became very cold, and even his words were cold. Wang Lang felt an iron will in Lute's cold tone, unshakable.

Wang Lang looked at the alienated Lute, thought for a moment, and nodded.

Out of Reims City, thousands of troops continued to the west, encountering several fleeing underworld cannon fodder along the way, these creatures of the Qi Realm or God Realm, before the Black Wing Battalion could make a move, they were swallowed up by the huge snake cultivation phantom behind Root, and there was nothing left, very neat and tidy.

Three days later, they finally came to a huge altar, where tens of millions of cannon fodder from the underworld gathered, anxiously waiting for the altar to open and open the passage to the underworld.

It's a pity that even with millions of cannon fodder as sacrifices, it still can't connect with the power of the underworld, and there is no sense at all.

The one who presides over the altar is Mita, the Yaksha clan at the peak of the Heavenly Realm, and the strength is compared to it? It's a lot stronger.

At this moment, he was extremely anxious, if he couldn't open the passage of the underworld, he wouldn't be able to escape the pursuit of the Terrans, what they did, he knew very well that the revenge masters of the Terrans would never let him go.

At this moment, he was very dissatisfied with the ancestors who gave orders in the underworld, which was simply sending them to death. Tens of millions of cannon fodder, in his opinion, even if they are all thrown in the Xuanhuang Realm, it is not a big deal, but let him stay here, it is absolutely impossible.

He has cultivated for millions of years to have such a cultivation, and he is also a master in the underworld, how can he be willing to lose his life in this Xuanhuang realm in vain. No, you must escape, and with a ruthless heart, he ordered, "Order, slaughter millions of sacrifices, and worship the altar." ”

As the order was issued, a new round of massacres began, and for a time, there was a bloody storm within a radius of dozens of miles. Those cannon fodder who were slaughtered, it was not that no one resisted, but this resistance was futile after all.

Lut stood in the void, standing beside Wang Lang, watching the underworld continue to slaughter cannon fodder as a sacrifice.

The more people killed, the thicker the remaining blood on the ground, under the influence of this blood, the snake phantom behind Lut began to become irritable, and the huge snake eyes stared at the slaughterhouse in the distance, full of greed.

In half a day, millions of sacrifices were piled up in front of the altar, and the huge pool of blood was already filled with blood, boiling and tumbling, and the blood was soaring, and countless resentful spirits surrounded the altar.

The altar in Muta's imagination was lit, and the passage was not opened, but millions of resentful spirits were entangled, and this boundless resentment was enough to swallow him clean. At this moment, he finally understood that he had been abandoned, and like the army that he regarded as cannon fodder, he was also treated as cannon fodder and sacrificed.

"Let's attack!" After looking at it for a long time, the huge altar still did not react, and Wang Lang knew that it was impossible for the tens of millions of troops in front of him to be on the run.

The attack of the army was smooth, and there was no imaginary scene of trapped beasts fighting, the fierce and cruel enemies of the past.

At this moment, it was like dementia, standing on the spot one by one, letting them slash and kill, indifferent, neither resisting nor fleeing.

Wang Lang really couldn't arouse the slightest interest in slashing these cannon fodder, and the gluttonous fangs in his hands casually slashed at the underworld monsters like lost souls.

Compared with Wang Lang, Lut was extremely fierce, and the snake cultivation phantom behind him wreaked havoc in an army of tens of millions, swallowing thousands of underworld monsters in one bite. With him alone, in a matter of moments, he cleared a large blank area, which was more efficient than the Black Wing Battalion.

Mita looked at the frantically attacking Terran army, and a sneer appeared on his face, kill, kill, kill the more, the better. One by one, the resentful souls were sucked into his mouth, and then his body began to turn black, like a black hole, frantically devouring the resentful souls within hundreds of miles, whether it was a sacrifice or Wang Lang and they killed and injured.

A cold aura swept across the entire battlefield, not to mention the Black Wing Battalion and Wang Lang, even the cannon fodder of the underworld who were standing on the ground also felt the fear from their souls one by one.

In an instant, a hundred-foot-tall demon surrounded by black mist stood on the ground, its bottomless dark eyes sweeping across the battlefield.

Swept away by this look, Wang Lang secretly screamed in his heart, the strength of this thing is powerful and terrifying, it definitely surpasses the Heavenly Realm, and it may even be a high-level thing of the Heaven Breaking Mirror.

(End of chapter)