readx;? It was dark and the rain was pouring down. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

On the avenue paved with rain flowers and stones, a group of fierce-looking men with various weapons stood in the rain.

In front of them, corpses were scattered all over the place, red blood staining the entire avenue under the rain.

On the opposite side of this group of big men, a cold young man stood silently in the rain.

The boy was naked, with long hair and a shawl, and dragged a long-handled knife to his side with one hand.

"Click-" A piercing thunderclap sounded, and the boy looked up silently at the opposite side, then dragged the long knife forward step by step, letting the cold rain hit his steel-like upper body.

"Smack...... ......The sound of the young man's steady footsteps, the sound of the wind, the rain, and the stabbing sound of the long knife cutting through the rain flower stone, reached the ears of the group of big men, like a prelude to death.

The big men finally couldn't stand the heavier and heavier oppression, let out a shout, and then launched a death attack on the boy.

The dim rain curtain instantly turned blood-red, and the heads of all the big men flew up almost at the same time, and the blood that spurted out wildly reflected the whole world.

"Grunt", dozens of heads rolled to the ground, and the young man's footsteps stopped.

The whole world was left with the sound of rain.

The young man is naturally Xintian, and today is only the first day that Xintian came to this city.

Feeling the cold raindrops hitting his body, Xintian's heart became even colder.

After a whole week on Earth, Xintian said goodbye to his relatives and friends, set out on his own road, and used the high-level Sky Breaking Charm to jump continuously, and finally came to the city under his feet, this hellish Terran city.

This city, which was a few points larger than the pre-apocalyptic capital, is now almost an empty city - except for a small number of "coalition forces", and the corpses of the Terrans that cover the entire city.

Whether it is a young man, an old or weak woman or a child, the entire city of Terrans has died under the butcher's knife of the "coalition army", and the death of young Terran women is even more horrific.

This is the brutal race war.

The consequence of defeat is to slaughter the city, leaving no one alive.

"If I had taken a step earlier, I might have been able to prevent the fate of this city being slaughtered by blood......" Xintian looked at the darker sky, sighed slightly, put away his yellow-level high-grade broadsword, and silently pushed away a restaurant on the side of the road.

The restaurant is naturally empty.

Xintian sat alone at the table by the window of the restaurant, and took out a pot of cold wine, a plate of peanuts, and a plate of sauced beef from the space ring.

A small flame pops out of the fingertips, and after a few slight twists and turns on the flask and plate, the mellow aroma of wine and the aroma of beef sauce wafts out instantly.

Xintian took a big sip of hot wine directly into the wine jug, and the cold air in his body instantly dissipated, and even his heart became hot.

Directly grabbed a large piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, looked at the boundless rain curtain outside, and sighed slightly again.

It seems that this "Wasteland" should be the closest universe to the earth, and after Xintian spent more than a dozen high-level sky-breaking talismans, the first thing to arrive at was the inconspicuous small city of "Wasteland".

Xintian knew in his heart that although he was also a "desolate universe", if he wanted to find the place where he broke up with Nalan Feixue last time, the possibility was infinitely close to zero.

Thinking that the day when he and Nalan Feixue would meet was far away, Xintian suddenly felt a bitter loneliness.

I've never wanted to see someone so much.

And it's a really bad feeling to be alone in a city full of corpses. Xintian couldn't help but regret a little regret and rejected Xiaoyu, Shishi's request to go to the road together.

If you don't enter the ladder, you are not allowed to go out of the earth. This is an iron decree given by Xintian as the Lord of the Earth. Of course, this iron decree does not apply to itself.

Although it was still in the early stage of the Protonuclear Realm, Xintian was confident that under the second level of the Heavenly Ladder Spirit Lake Realm, he was already invincible.

"It's a pity that Qingqing is still asleep, and Xinping can't fall asleep after eating the soul crystal...... Let's let Xiu'er out!" Xintian thought about it and decided to let Xiu'er come out to breathe, and also add some popularity to this empty restaurant.

Although the Colorful Exquisite Pagoda is an artifact of the Gray Realm, and many powers in the Mortal Realm have been greatly restricted, it is still much more powerful than ordinary treasures, and the cultivation of enlightenment and the time enchantment are still normal, but it consumes several times more Gray Crystals.

"Ahh

Xiu'er used a soul talisman, so now she is completely cultivated, no different from ordinary people, and after seeing the miserable appearance outside the window, she couldn't help but scream loudly.

Xintian's face was indifferent, and he still drank alcohol, ate meat, and ate peanuts.

Seeing that Xintian barely responded, Xiu'er stopped screaming and sat down obediently opposite Xintian.

"Boss, how much do you react......" Xiu'er picked up a pair of chopsticks from the table, and muttered dissatisfiedly while eating and drinking by herself.

"You shouted so loudly, the ghosts scared you away, how can I react......" Xintian said and suddenly stopped, his eyes shining brightly.

"What's wrong with you, boss......" Xiu'er looked at Xintian in confusion, and her little hand was still shaking in front of Xintian's eyes.

Xintian turned a blind eye, and his mind was all condensed on the flash of spiritual light just now.

Yes, as long as the noise is loud enough, no one will hear it - as long as the noise is loud enough, the more people will know.

"Until one day, my name spreads throughout the universe, and as long as Feixue is still in this universe, then she will definitely find me!"

Xintian's silent heart finally became excited.

"Hahaha......" pulled Xiu'er on the opposite side to his side, and twisted Xiu'er's white and tender face hard, Xintian couldn't help laughing loudly, "Xiu'er, you are really my lucky star!"

Xiu'er screamed in pain, struggled to break free from Xintian's clutches, and muttered in a low voice: "What a strange brother, you know how to bully Xiu'er ......"

......

How do you make a big enough noise?

The answer given by Xintian is to be a "nail household" who can't die, bend, and would rather die than be demolished.

Hold on to this city, make this inconspicuous town a nail in the wedge of the "coalition" camp, and at the same time accommodate nearby Terran survivors, and make this a "base behind enemy lines" for the Terrans.

Not only can this have an absolute sensational effect, but it can also do something tangible and beneficial for the human race.

The idea seems a bit whimsical.

Holding up a city with one person—well, plus Xiu'er is two people—and in a fallen area surrounded by enemies, this is no different from looking for death.

But Xintian has its own way.

First of all, the first thing Xintian had to do was to turn this entire city into a puppet city that was completely under his own orders.

Transform all the dead corpses in this city into your own perfect puppets, whether it is the Terrans or the invading other races.

All of them were made into their own perfect puppets, and anyway, they had enough water of all things on hand - there were now as many as 1.1 billion drops of water in the Xintian Wanhua Origin Treasure Bottle.

In the past, this was a huge project, but now that Xintian has generated the Perfect Sea of Consciousness, his consciousness has already advanced by leaps and bounds, and it only took an hour or two to throw all the corpses in the entire city into the puppet pool.

Fortunately, the "coalition forces" had only just slaughtered the city, and all the corpses had not lasted more than 24 hours.

In the three hours of waiting for the perfect puppet to spawn, Xintian completed the second major event of the "nail household" plan.

Array.

During the seven days he spent on Earth, Xintian did not let go of any minute of cultivation time, except for accompanying Xiaoyu during the day every day, at night Xintian would enter the time enchantment of the Colorful Linglong Pagoda to practice the "Encyclopedia of Gray Realm Refining Weapon Formation Materials", and after seven nights, Xintian had been practicing in the time enchantment for about 20 years.

I have to say that the perfect knowledge of the sea is indeed against the sky, after the generation of the perfect knowledge of the sea, Xintian practiced the "Daquan", twice the result with half the effort, in these 20 years, Xintian not only completed all the outlines and catalogs, but also learned a few simple formations.

Although these formations and the materials required were only suitable for the Gray Realm, Xintian had its own solution.

Just by escaping nearly a hundred soul light points, Xintian completely shrouded the entire periphery of the city in the sky-high dead qi, and Xintian also placed nearly 100 gray crystal bars around the city as a source of energy to maintain the consumption of dead qi.

It is equivalent to simulating a small gray world atmosphere in the living world.

The rest is simple.

Maze, trap, kill...... Single formation, set formation, group formation......

Almost half of the ash realm materials seized by Xintian were used, and Xintian returned to the restaurant again satisfied.

Leaving Xiu'er alone outside, Xintian enters the puppet space again.

"Ho ......" Xintian, who had just entered the puppet space, was taken aback.

The entire puppet space was already full, and there was almost no place to stand.

"The puppet space is still too small...... Xintian muttered a little unhappily, and simply returned to the restaurant, and then put the perfect puppets in the puppet space in batches on the spacious street.

At this time, the rainstorm had already stopped, and Xintian and Xiu'er sat on the window seats, leisurely sipping tea while holding a "release meeting".

Half an hour later, the "release meeting" ended, and Xintian also had a foundation for the strength of his subordinates.

Among the more than 38 million perfect puppets, most of them are ordinary people, and the monks above the awakening level only account for more than one thousandth, about 40,000.

Among the 40,000 monks, less than ten percent are human races, and the rest are cultivators of the demon race, demon race, and other races.

The highest cultivation is only a half-step Qi Sea Realm.

This also makes the water consumed by Xintian only about 100,000 drops, which is almost negligible compared to Xintian's strong family background.

"Boss, what kind of 'base behind enemy lines' do you want to build with this little bit of people?" Xiu'er looked at the perfect puppet that was gradually dispersing outside, and said cautiously, "This seems a bit unreliable, right?"

"Of course, this is not enough," Xintian took a slow sip of his tea, "but, have you ever thought about it, who knows that this city has changed, and what do you think will happen if there is a steady stream of enemies or your own people coming in?"