Rakshasa Palace, Imperial Study!

Sitting on top of the dragon collapse, Ye Luyan looked at the concert with a gloomy face.

This is a statistic statistic.

In the past two months, the number of sergeants in the Rakshasa Kingdom has decreased at a cliff-jumping speed.

The available army today is actually less than 200,000.

Although Ye Luqing asked people to recruit new sergeants, those recruits were not only low in cultivation, but also extremely ordinary in cultivation.

If he wants to train these wastes into elite people, unless he can have a large amount of cultivation materials.

But for Cangyu, returning to the Xuandan is already a luxury, not to mention the Ascension Xuandan that can improve cultivation.

Without cultivation materials, the cultivation speed of these sergeants can only be improved by their own efforts.

It depends on one's cultivation talent.

For the newly recruited sergeants, he really didn't have much hope.

In the face of the increasingly powerful Purple Moon Emperor, Ye Luyan was more sober than Ye Luqing.

Thinking of the strength and terror of the Shenwei Legion, Ye Luyan was envious.

It would be great if he could have such an elite division.

Although he didn't know how much it cost Long Jiuyang to create such an invincible army, it must not be so easy.

Without a strong army, it is still a dead end in the end.

How can I make them stronger?

Ye Luyan suddenly fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in his mind.

"Your Majesty!"

If Hope Heaven can make him advance to Condensation Soul overnight, then there must be a way to make those sergeants promote and awaken.

As long as there are 100,000 awakened powerhouses, although the number is a little smaller, there must not be many people who can defeat them!

Even compared with the extremely powerful Shenwei Legion, I'm afraid it's only strong and not weak!

Thinking of this, Ye Luyan's heart was hot.

"My servant, have you completed the task you have been given to you?"

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded in the empty study.

Hearing this cold sword-like voice, Ye Luyan was not surprised.

"Master, the slave has completed the task you assigned, and now the power of the Rakshasa Imperial Kingdom is controlled by me alone. ”

Getting up and kneeling on the ground, Ye Luyan said respectfully.

If the civil and military officials of the Rakshasa Imperial Kingdom saw that His Majesty, who was usually noble and proud, was kneeling in front of a young man who looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old like a slave at this time, I am afraid that his jaw would drop in surprise.

"You're doing a great job!"

Shen Wangtian nodded and said.

"This is the source of the trouble, and you have ordered a statue to be built in the imperial capital, and to put it in the heart of the statue. ”

took out a blood-colored crystal statue and said coldly.

"After the statue is built, people are ordered to worship every day, and after seventy-seven forty-nine, what you want to see will happen!"

The blood-colored crystal statue slowly flew into Ye Luyan's hand, and the sky disappeared again.

Looking at the blood-colored statue in his hand, holding two swords, Beisheng wings, and a handsome face, a strange power came from the blood-colored crystal.

If it weren't for Ye Luyan's cultivation of the [Blood Nerve], I'm afraid he would have sunk into it unconsciously.

What a spooky statue!

No matter how doubtful he was, Ye Luyan did not dare to disobey the order of the Heavenly Gaze.

In order to complete the task of looking at the sky, in the past two days, he personally went into battle to supervise the people who made the statues.

The statue is forty-nine meters high, which is already a very tall building, as long as you are in the Rakshasa Palace, you can see this blood-colored statue from afar.

The strange shape and majestic statue immediately attracted countless onlookers.

When they knew that they would come to worship this statue every day from now on, they were not happy in their hearts.

They still don't believe that there are more than 30 million people in the imperial capital, and they can count them clearly.

With a lazy mind, there are still many people who don't beat the statue.

But when strange things spread, more and more people came to worship the blood-colored statue every day.

"Hey, Lao Li, didn't you hear you say that you were sick?

"Hehe, good morning, you don't know, after worshipping the statue of the Blood God, I will be in good health the next day, and I will eat it deliciously!"

"Yo, Lao Wang, two days ago, weren't you afraid of the roof and broke your leg, and it only took a few days to recover?"

"Isn't this all a gift from the Blood God! After worshipping the Blood God, I'll be fine at that time!"

......

Outside the Blood God Square, it was crowded.

In the past few days in the Blood God Square, there have been so many miracles that it has made people numb.

It is already the most common thing for the body to recover.

At this time, a young man in his twenties who was kneeling in front of the statue of the Blood God suddenly jumped up excitedly.

"Haha...... I have sensed a spirit-level mortal-level high-grade martial art! As long as I cultivate this martial art to a high level, I will be able to defeat Xiaohua. ”

As long as you defeat Xiaohua, Xiaohua will agree to marry me.

The young man shouted excitedly.

Mortal-level top-grade martial arts!

Everyone was envious, you must know that those who can practice mortal-level high-grade martial arts must at least be a lieutenant in the army.

"Wow, I also felt it, spirit level...... Inferior martial arts!hahaha......"

A young man laughed maniacally.

Seeing him laughing so wildly, millions of people were envious.

Of course, among them, there are many people who have the same mind, that is, robbery.

It's just a martial art that they perceive, unless they copy it themselves, otherwise they can't know it.

When more than a dozen city citizens who realized the martial arts died, Ye Luyan began to pay attention to it.

In the end, he had to order that anyone who robbed others of their martial arts would be punished by extermination.

In this way, fewer people were killed.

Of course, if you can't rob it, some people have to get along with some other way, that is, to buy.

Medium-grade martial arts, 100 gold coins.

Mortal-grade martial arts, thousands of gold coins.

Spirit-level low-grade martial arts, 10,000 gold coins.

Spirit-level mid-grade martial arts, 100,000 gold coins.

Spirit-level high-grade martial arts, millions of gold coins.

Of course, there are almost no martial arts above the middle grade of the spirit level.

However, there are countless mortal-level high-grade martial arts and spirit-level low-grade martial arts.

In this way, many city residents from poor families come to worship the statue of the blood god every day for longer and longer.

Some city dwellers kneel for a day.

As long as they perceive a mortal-level high-grade martial art, they don't have to work for a year.

If you perceive the spirit-level low-grade martial arts, it is equivalent to becoming an upstart.

In this way, the people of the imperial capital, the improvement speed of cultivation, gradually increased.

Because they found that the martial arts they realized were easier to improve their cultivation than ordinary martial arts.

The only thing worrying is that when cultivating these martial arts, they will develop a powerful sense of bloodlust.

But they didn't know that all these martial arts they had realized were demonic martial arts.

Although their cultivation has improved rapidly, the desire to kill in their hearts is also accumulating rapidly.

One day, they can't suppress the desire in their hearts, and they will sink into a brutal demon warrior!

(End of chapter)