In the Star Tomb, the evil army was destroyed at the hands of the Iron and Blood Emperor Dao soldiers.

Not one of the evil troops born from Tiantuo Camp B died, but they left a trace of iron and blood for the evil sky.

This iron and blood is the soul of the evil army.

With this iron blood, he can turn anyone who will not resist his will into a Taoist soldier like his brothers in life and death.

With this trace of iron and blood, he can also see that his heart usually hurts when he thinks about it, and follows him to fight countless invincible brothers.

When a heroic soul phantom that even the soul of the gods could not keep, knelt down at him like a spirit, and performed the supreme military salute of the gods, no matter how calm his heart was, no matter how cold his eyes were, he couldn't help but blur his eyes.

Evil Heaven wants to cry because of longing.

The four Dao Ancestors were struck by lightning because of fear.

Dao soldiers, they have seen a lot.

But I have never seen such a means as evil heaven that can turn people into Taoist soldiers.

Since the beginning of the world!

Just him, niang no!

The Taoist soldiers are the most elite sergeants who have been killed!

But the Yin Yang Sect is it!

Dao soldiers, one out of ten thousand miles in terms of killing!

But the Yin Yang Sect is it!

Dao soldiers, cultivation is equal!

But the Yin Yang Sect is it!

Dao soldiers, equal qualifications!

But the Yin Yang Sect is it!

The exercises are the same!

Magical powers!

......

The trace of blood released by the evil heaven raised his hand lightly, and almost from all aspects of the Dao soldiers, it completed the subversion of the cognition of the four Dao Ancestors!

With just this trace of blood, the cultivation is not equal! The qualifications are uneven! The supernatural powers are varied! The garbage who has not experienced the battle of the military formation at all has become a Taoist soldier!

No......

It's not just Daobing!

When they saw the visible soldier soul on the head of the Yin Yang Sect, it was even more like falling into an ice cave.

"Near, almost real, substance......"

"Yes, it's human, humanoid ......"

"It's a wilderness, a second-order Dao soldier ...... the wilderness"

......

The Manifest Soldier's Soul is like the substance, and it is a sign of the Great Perfection of the Desolate First-Order Dao Soldier.

The soul of the manifest soldier is materialized by the person, which is the symbol of the second-order Dao soldier of the desolate level.

Therefore, the Dao soldiers conjured by the Evil Heaven by subverting their cognition were not simple Dao soldiers, but desolate second-order Dao soldiers that were rare in the entire Second Divine Realm.

How rare are Desolate Rank 2nd Order Dao Soldiers?

Just one fact will make it clear.

Even if the six Dao soldiers from the Asking Love Hall and the Infinite Pavilion came this time, they were much stronger than the previous time, and they still belonged to the category of first-order Dao soldiers of the desolate level.

Therefore, at this moment, the four Dao Ancestors were full of panic.

In addition to panic, it seems that because they couldn't find any precedent to prove it, or because they couldn't imagine that this Dao soldier existed far beyond their imagination, the four Dao Ancestors actually gave birth to the illusion that they should not have born......

"Fake......

True or false, the parties know best.

The true inheritance of the elders of the Yin Yang Sect, who was added by the thirty-six blood lines, instantly came to a world that had never been seen before.

At his feet, there is a killing ground made of endless bones piled up.

In the air, there is a viscous and bloody killing wind.

On the head, it is the killing sun born of endless killing accumulation.

Stepping on, breathing, bathing, all killing.

They should have been terrified in an instant, but suddenly found that they were incomparably compatible with here.

It's as if I came out of here.

But it's strange......

So strange that they forgot who they were.

But looking around in a daze, they found a familiar presence.

Thirty-five, people who stand side by side with themselves.

At this moment, they forgot that person was their elder, that person was their master, that person was their apprentice, and that person was their senior brother......

The reason why they are familiar is only because they are extremely firm that those thirty-five people are their comrades.

"Raw, comrade ......"

"Death, ...... in the same hole"

Subconsciously, they invariably murmured out something that they had never said in their lives.

What was born from this sentence was a fire.

This fire touched their hearts......

Simple, resolute, calm, like a natural strong fighting spirit, burning!

The fire touched their kidneys......

Crazy, trembling, rebellious, like a torrent of blazing blood, burning!

The fire touched their eyes......

Calm, fearless, resolute, like King Kong's will to fight, burn!

Where the heart wants!

Where the blood is shed!

What you see!

Above the killing dome above their heads, a figure condensed.

The figure is too tall to see the face.

But it seems too close, extremely intimate.

It's ......

Rumble!

Thirty-six people, half-kneeling out of a voice!

After kneeling, there was no need for the figure to speak, no need for the figure to wave their hands, they understood their mission now-

"Fight!"

The disciples of the Yin-Yang Sect who were watching the battle saw that the little master ancestor waved his small hand, and his family elder and senior brother had become Taoist soldiers, and their souls had already flown out of the sky......

Now this burst out of the mouth of the three elders, a hot-blooded, sharp, hoarse, and rebellious roar, and pulled their souls back.

They dare not imagine......

Men Zhi Elder who is usually a good man will also be hot-blooded, sharp, rebellious, and roaring......

Thirty-six people, roared out a voice!

Then.

War Initiation.

At the moment when the battle with the six Dao soldiers began, the evil army Dao soldiers with a total of thirty-six people, under the extremely stunned gaze of both the enemy and us, gradually showed a trend of dividing into six parts.

Thirty-six people.

There were six Taoist troops on the opposite side, totaling 564 people.

Regardless of the division of troops, it can be called an absolute weakness.

No one can understand the changes in the formation of the evil army.

"Yes!" Seeing the soul-rippling silence seemed to have been discovered, he said excitedly, "He can turn all those thirty-six people into Dao soldiers, but he can't control them, and he must be divided into ...... according to cultivation."

Before the words fell, six parts were presented in front of everyone.

These are the six parts that no one can understand.

Because in every part, there are elders, and there is a true tradition.

Because each part has a different comprehensive combat power.

Because of each part, the number of people is not equal.

What's more, each part does not have any formation, like stragglers, each of them pounces on the six Dao soldiers.

In this way, what is presented in front of everyone is such a picture.

The six surging Dao soldiers were like six huge torches.

The thirty-six stragglers were thirty-six moths.

It's a picture of self-destruction......

If the physical figure above the heads of the thirty-six people had already dissipated.

was exploring the sealing of the great array, and his eyes always fell on the tall blood-red figure.

When he realized that the dispersal of the thirty-six had not been extinguished, his eyes fell on the little flea that he had not wanted to look at before.

Because, that thousand-foot figure is a little flea.

Only at this moment, the little flea is taller than him, bigger than him.

It was so big that his heart was full of horror.

"He, he's still controlling the Dao soldiers......"

Thankfully......

"This kind of manipulation is equivalent to no manipulation ......"

Just when Feng Yu secretly sighed that the blow he had suffered was not as painful as he imagined......

Thirty-six moths that were about to pounce on the torch turned into throwing knives, and began to dance, divide, carve, and color in a daze......

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