"Whew!"

Under the gray sky, the earth and ravines were continuous, and Zhao Shiluo rolled out all the way, until he fell into a narrow depression, and then he lay on his back on the ground, his chest rose and fell rapidly, and he gasped for breath.

At this time, his lips were black, his eyes were green, and a wound more than a foot long had been torn open in his abdomen, and streams of pus and blood were gushing out of it, and the blackened intestinal membrane was faintly exposed in the depths.

The constant smell of pus emitted from the wound will attract the surrounding zombies at any time.

It was only tea time to enter the picture, and Zhao Shiluo was lucky at first, cutting off the heads of two waves of walking corpses in a row, but later he collided with an iron-armored corpse.

Zhao Shiluo, who has just become an innate martial artist for a few years, is the opponent of the iron-armored corpse.

This kind of undead monster that dares to use the Qi Refining Stage Immortal Cultivator as food, only the Innate Great Grandmaster can kill it independently!

When encountering an ironclad corpse, there are only two words: unlucky!

Fortunately, the ironclad corpse has no intelligence, and its speed is relatively slow.

Zhao Shiluo fought hard, threw away all the thousand refining knives, and fled like a mouse, barely getting rid of the pursuit of the iron-armored corpse.

In this way, at the end, he was clawed by the iron armored corpse.

However, in a short time, the corpse poison has spread all over the body.

In the face of the terrifying corpse poison, his innate true qi of the Jiazi fire became a joke, and the iron-smelting body of the Dacheng Realm only slightly extended the survival time.

"Damn! I wanted to hold on a little longer. It seems that this is the only way to go. Grandpa, I'm not reconciled!"

When the last trace of sobriety was about to dissipate, Zhao Shiluo was extremely unwilling in his heart, and countless crazy and bloodthirsty thoughts involuntarily appeared in his mind, and there were strong resentments born out of thin air.

Roar!

After two breaths, Zhao Shiluo's corpse staggered up from the ground, a pair of green and faint corpse eyes looked up at the sky in a daze, and suddenly let out a resentful roar.

Suddenly,

On the high platform, Zhao Shiluo's body shook, and his head throbbed violently.

He covered his forehead, barely opened his eyes, and saw his fellow clansmen around him with their knees crossed, only to realize that he had broken away from the picture.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Shiluo felt a kind of remorse.

However, before he could let out a sigh, his mouth was squeezed open violently, and then an elixir was stuffed in.

"Get up! Make room for the people behind you. Headaches are normal, just go back and rest for a while."

"Oh, oh!"

The person who spoke was a cultivator of the Qing generation, Zhao Shiluo saw this, and hurriedly got up, endured the headache, and hurriedly got off the high platform.

The Great Drama Contest has come to an end, and almost everyone will pay attention to an inconspicuous ordinary congenital, except for Zhao Sheng.

On the mountain and sea jade couch, Zhao Sheng withdrew his gaze from afar, and one of the "consciousnesses" had already written down Zhao Shiluo's name.

At the same time, so many people entered the map at the same time to conduct trials, and the pressure caused was somewhat beyond his expectations.

As a result, Zhao Sheng had to spend most of his energy and True Yuan on maintaining the normal operation of the Ghoul Purgatory Diagram.

Fortunately, he was able to divide more than forty "consciousnesses" at the same time.

So many consciousnesses work together and take their own responsibilities, which also allows him to deal with such complicated and trivial affairs with ease.

In the Baizhang painting curtain, on the vast gray land, one after another Zhao clansmen are engaged in fierce battles with one after another hideous and terrifying zombies and ghosts.

The cultivators of the Immortal Clan flew into the sky, performing all kinds of true talismanic magic methods, and tried their best to deal with the ghouls.

Most people choose to fight head-on to show their bravery, while others hide and try to delay time.

In this trial in the name of Dabi, everyone's performance fell into Zhao Sheng's eyes, and he recorded them one by one as a reference for follow-up arrangements.

The contest lasted a whole day and a night.

When the last clansman withdrew from the purgatory diagram, not only the Zhao clansmen who participated in the big competition were dumbfounded,

Even Zhao Sheng felt a little surprised.

Because it was not those high-ranking Qi Refining Clansmen who persevered until the end, but a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance.

This person's name is Zhao Zhao, who has just passed his thirties, but he is already a half-step God Realm martial artist.

How did he make it to the end? It turned out that from the very beginning of the fight, Zhao Zhao chose to hide everywhere, and never confronted any zombies and demons head-on, even the most rubbish living corpses were no exception.

You must know that the zombies are from low to high, in order of living corpses, walking corpses, iron armored corpses, bronze armored corpses, golden armored corpses, flying Hades, and immortal zombie emperors......

A second- or third-rate martial artist can casually dismantle a living corpse into eight pieces, which shows how weak the strength of the living corpse is.

Zhao Zhao is full of escape skills.

In order to survive, he has done everything he can do at the limit of his strength.

In the end, there were even eight ironclad corpses besieging him everywhere at the same time.

If he hadn't finally attracted a bronze corpse, he would probably have lasted another hour or two.

Nine of the top ten in Dabi were immortal cultivators, but the first fell into the hands of mortals.

This made all the Qi Refining Clan members of the Zhao Clan complain, and their hearts were extremely unwilling. However, they did not dare to criticize it in the slightest.

Because the Jindan Ancestor was watching, even the clan elders had no objections, where did they dare to protest.

For this result, Zhao Sheng felt quite satisfied.

After the big competition, he rewarded Zhao Zhao and gave him a bottle of Tongshen Pill and a hundred acres of spiritual land that could be inherited forever.

Then, he also personally promoted him to the vice president of the Immortal Martial Academy, who was responsible for teaching the martial artists in the clan various survival and hiding skills, so as to increase their probability of survival.

As the war between the two realms is getting closer and closer, combined with the various intelligence information collected so far, Zhao Sheng maintains a limited optimism about this war, but there is no lack of pessimism.

Just ten days after Dabi, the elders of the Zhao clan suddenly announced a major decree: "Within a month, the clan Dao soldier corps will be officially formed, the name of the legion is Xinglong, the total number of people is 1,200, and the minimum standard of Dao soldiers is innate martial artists."

This decree is coercive, whether you want to or not, as long as you receive a family order, you must rush to the military camp outside the city within seven days to report.

No one expected the family to be so resolute this time.

In just one day, more than 1,000 appointments have all been handed over to the recruiters.

In the afternoon of the same day, Zhao Shiluo also received an order, but it was not an order from the Xinglong Dao Corps, but to go to the Dragon Guard Camp to report.

Under the influence of a certain family ancestor, the Zhao family has never lacked master spirit craftsmen in the construction category.

As a result, outside Xinglong City, a huge military camp covering an area of more than 50 miles rose from the ground in just three days.

Just as the first-class sects and imperial forces in the Immortal Cultivation Realm would form various Dao soldier legions, the Xinglong Zhao Clan also began to form similar legions on a large scale.

In fact, the Zhao family had always had a hidden camp and other similar Taoist regiments.

Just as the clouds of war were slowly approaching, one by one the elites of the Zhao clan entered the barracks one after another.

According to Zhao Sheng's calculations, the Xinglong Legion is divided into two teams of six hundred people on the left and right.

For every ten people in a team, there is one person in the early stage of gas refining as the team rate. Because ten people can form the most simple and practical Yin and Yang Five Elements Array.

For every fifty people, there is one mid-stage Qi refining squadron leader who commands five squads.

For every 100 people, there is one late stage of Qi refining,

For every 200 people, there is one foundation-building monk.

The two five hundred lords are each led by a clan elder in the late stage of foundation building.

It can be summed up as follows: two people in the late stage of foundation building, six people in the late stage of foundation building, twelve people in the late stage of qi refining, twenty-four people in the middle stage, one hundred and twenty people in the early stage of qi refining, and the rest are all innate martial artists.

In order to form this legion, the Xinglong Zhao clan invested nearly thirty percent of the cultivators and more than sixty percent of the innate martial artists.

This can be said to be a bloody investment.

If the Xinglong Legion is destroyed, the Zhao clan will inevitably be greatly damaged.

Because time was too short, the Xinglong Legion did not choose to be more powerful but more

Complex Dao array, instead chose the simple and practical Yin and Yang Five Elements Array.

The Yin and Yang Five Elements Array can be large or small, with a minimum of ten people forming a formation, and a large array of thousands of people.

The power of this array is not low, it can be a large array and a small array, and it can even be combined and dismantled at will, and the scale depends on the control of the military master.

Just when the Xinglong Legion was training its Dao soldiers and the formation drill was in full swing, Zhao Shiluo also came to a busy and spacious building complex under the Immortal Martial Dao field with his bags on his back.

Here, the air is filled with all kinds of fishy smells, and people in green clothes carry buckets of meat, running in and out of stone rooms with their busy feet not touching the ground.

Zhao Shiluo is very familiar with this place, because this is the place where he has been working, where the mushroom meat farm is located.

He didn't expect that the dragon guard camp would be built in such a bad place as a breeding farm.

Zhao Shiluo had already realized that the so-called Dragon Guardian Battalion should be in charge of logistics.

That's right! The number of dragon guards was specially formed to ensure the logistics of the Xinglong Legion, although the entire battalion was only more than 200 people, but the lowest was also a congenital warrior.

At this time, a familiar shouting voice suddenly came from Zhao Shiluo's ears: "Stinky boy, what are you doing in a daze. Why don't you go and report it and come back to work."

When I looked up, it was indeed the innate great master Zhao Hong. Zhao Shiluo still walked his way back then to enter the Xianwu Dojo, and later he has been working under him, and he has been protected and taught by him over the years.

"Master Hong, you have also received an order from the Dragon Guard Battalion." Zhao Shiluo hurriedly ran over and asked curiously.

Zhao Hong patted his skull, "Nonsense! Lao Tzu is also a congenital great master, and he has been in charge of the farm for decades. It's strange that the Dragon Guard Camp doesn't recruit me. Except for the camp leader, who else is the deputy camp leader."

"Great, I'll be able to work with you again."

"Boy, I always feel that something is wrong, you should be clever in the future, don't lose your life because of carelessness."

"Well, I'll listen to you from now on."

……

A month after the formation of the Xinglong Legion.

In the Xinglong dungeon, in the gravity dojo, Zhao Sheng crossed his knees and closed his eyes, and his body was covered with golden light.

Behind him stood an eight-zhang tall giant phantom with a golden light, and at this moment, this giant phantom was slowly practicing a set of extremely clever fist techniques.

It was obviously a shadow of nothingness, but every time he punched out, there were sudden gusts of wind and thunder in the dojo, and the surging air waves continued to slap against the surrounding walls, making the entire dojo seem to shake the ground.

At this moment, a ray of golden light suddenly shot out from the ground, Zhao Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and his divine sense was released from the center of his eyebrows, instantly stopping this ray of golden light.

Then, a short sentence came to mind: "The conscription order has come!"

Zhao Sheng frowned, his mind moved, stopped the gravity array, and then stood up and walked out of the dojo quickly.

Not long after, under the splendid peak outside the city, the old ancestral cave mansion.

Zhao Sheng and Zhao Xuanjing sat on the futon, and there was a palm-sized bronze token in front of them.

A white jade bead is inlaid in the middle of the token, and the back is engraved with the seals of the ten major sects in Central Continent.

After a long time, Zhao Xuanjing broke the silence and said with a solemn expression: "Qingyang, the old man and you are both on the conscription order. Have you ever thought about this outcome?"

Zhao Sheng showed a wry smile on his face and shook his head: "I didn't expect the alliance to be so ruthless! It's like giving no one a way to live!"

"The old man has been prepared for a long time, and he was able to delay again and again in the name of crossing the Yuan Infant Tribulation. But not now."

"The alliance is now in dire need of a spirit craftsman, and the ancestor is a great master of the Yuan Infant known as the 'Divine Craft', where can they let you go."

Zhao Sheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Isn't it enough to recruit the two of us? Why do you need to recruit a group of juniors in the family?

Luckily, I prepared for the worst, otherwise I would have been caught off guard."

Zhao Xuanjing said, "It is precisely because the situation is unfavorable that the alliance will forcibly recruit others regardless of the consequences. Don't you think that the Demon Two Paths have been too low-key in recent years, or even low

Is it abnormal?

In addition, the key is that my Zhao clan has risen too fast, which will inevitably arouse the jealousy of many old forces, and even invite conspiracy."

Zhao Sheng was shocked when he heard this, he really ignored this, maybe this conscription order was the result of someone manipulating it.

"At the moment of the great enemy, not only do the evil demon forces not help, but they are even likely to secretly cause trouble and drag their feet? Are they crazy?"

Zhao Xuanjing's expression was very flat, and he muttered: "The two evil demons have been suppressed by the righteous path for nearly 10,000 years, and the overall power is so weak, it is not surprising that they are doing anything unthinkable now."

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng thought thoughtfully, and suddenly thought of the Blood Demon Sect, Ten Thousand Corpses Sect, Bliss Sect, Seven Xuan Sect and other famous demon sects in the Shattered Star Sea, and suddenly thought of the Blood God Son.

Somehow, perhaps out of some intuition, Zhao Sheng suddenly found that he seemed to have done something wrong, and he inexplicably had an ominous premonition in his heart.

But he quickly threw away his cluttered thoughts and got back to business.

"Ancestor, can you try to buy for the family for as much time as possible? The day for the Xinglong Dao soldiers to become an army is still short, and it is urgent to have some time to become proficient in the Dao soldiers."

Zhao Xuanjing thought about it after hearing this, nodded affirmatively, and said, "Yes, you can also not go for the time being, but at most delay for a year."

"Enough time! It's still the ancestor's face that is big enough." Speaking of this, a smile finally appeared on Zhao Sheng's face.

"No, it's most likely for the sake of the Jizo Sect and my master's face." Zhao Xuanjing finally explained seriously.

Three days later, the elders of the Zhao clan learned from Zhao Sheng that the old ancestor had set off for the Heavenly Burial Plain.

When Zhao Xuanjing left, the huge machine of Xinglong Zhao, driven by Zhao Sheng, officially opened the full-power operation mode.