The white jade-like complexion of Master Li's white jade, wrapped in countless flesh tentacles, suckers, and branches, was tinged with abnormal blood red.

Without warning, a red slit opened in the center of her eyebrows, revealing scarlet eyeballs inside, shining a faint red blood light.

Under the light of blood, the flesh and blood that was originally only attached to her body and clinging to her body mercilessly pierced her flesh into a thousand holes, and then rushed to get into her body, and then gradually repaired the holes on her body.

In a short time, Master Li's graceful body from the head down had completely merged with this endless flesh and blood.

Now, she can finally feel the many 'array eyes' connected to her blood better and more directly.

With the help of these blood babies who are all over the palace and have the bloodline of Zhao Ji and are the 'official orthodox heirs of the Great Song Dynasty', Master Li finally basically controlled this treasure that has been inherited by the Song Dynasty for hundreds of years:

In the past, the world's first master Zhao Kuangyin's Taoist body.

But this is just the beginning, and now Zhao Kuangyin's body is completely different from when he died.

The Song Dynasty was weak, far inferior to the Han and Tang Dynasties, and his position was not correct and his martial arts were insufficient. is also Emperor Taizong's younger brother, and the talent of the bloodline that can be passed down is far inferior to that of Emperor Taizu in martial arts.

As early as after Emperor Taizu's failed attempt to break through to a higher realm and died, Zhao Guangyi, a 'good brother', began to study his brother's body.

Since then, successive Song emperors have also inherited Taizong's ambition and continued to study, hoping to use Taizu's body to improve the martial arts talent of Zhao Guangyi's descendants.

It wasn't until the later period of Shenzong that because of the further decline in the imperial court's armed forces, Shenzong was finally dissatisfied with just sampling and research, but came up with a big idea:

Ying Long can fly, good at wind and rain.

Then if you let 'Taizu' move, and then build a giant metal armor outside his body that is dozens of zhang high and more than 100 zhang long, and then manipulate it, wouldn't it be invincible in the world?

Just do it, anyway, you Zhao Kuangyin is not my ancestor.

In the later years of Shenzong, the transformation of the corresponding dragon body kicked off.

Zhao Ji, who is now in power, has even crazier and more incredible ideas on this basis.

Zhao Ji has no talent for being an emperor, but his talent as an artist is extremely high. And the artist's imagination is often even more boundless and imaginative:

A dragon in heavy armor is certainly powerful and intimidating, but it is too unsightly.

I am rich all over the world, but I am not as free as the immortals.

Since the ancestor can fly, why don't you build a 'heavenly palace' that can fly directly on the basis of its body, so that I can control the sky like an immortal and live above the nine heavens?

Zhao Jimi spent national resources, invited many masters of Buddhism and Taoism, and searched for decades of flowers and stones, looking for various materials suitable for the construction of the 'Heavenly Palace', but only half an empty shell was built.

There are huge vacancies in technology, materials, energy and other aspects, and he is 108,000 miles away from his fantasy 'Heavenly Palace'.

Originally, according to this trend, his 'Heavenly Palace' would not be able to be built for another hundred years.

Under the empty consumption of national strength, the trend of history will inevitably converge with some parallel universes: Jingkang, Southern Song Dynasty.

But Master Li, a road marker, was ecstatic after seeing this empty shell that was completed a hundred years before and after the Great Song Dynasty.

Her parents in the Overworld were practitioners of puppetry, studying flesh golems and mechanical golems, respectively, and had 'initiated' her before her mission.

On the body of Zhao Kuangyin, who had already been transformed twice, Master Li further applied some knowledge related to 'Zerg Wyvern', 'Arcane Floating City', 'Heavenly Dome Flesh and Blood Fortress', and "Machine Battle Gundam" one by one.

High-end knowledge and technology from the Overworld, combined with the unique flesh and blood of the local Daomen, Cthulhu Dao and Transfiguration Cybertron Dharma.

A 'half-mechanical, half-flesh floating transformation combat unit' comparable to the fourth energy level was born!

After taking control, Master Li, who only had his head left, let out a long cry of pain, and the bloody eyes in his forehead shone brightly.

The processing power required to control such a large giant unit is extremely demanding, and with the brains and souls of a low-level monk, it is obviously impossible to handle such a large amount of data.

'Kids, help mommy again!' You're willing, right? ’

Muttering to himself, Master Li activated the formation that had been arranged earlier.

Hundreds of blood babies who had just been born and died and were refined into array eyes exerted their last value.

These poor people, who had never even seen the sun, were destroyed by their cruel mother after their newborn souls were destroyed.

The shattered soul fragments were transformed into the most primitive soul essentia under the guidance of the formation.

Under the arrangement and guidance of Master Li, the soul essentia was reorganized into a 'soul computing unit', which was then connected to Master Li through the flesh and blood network.

The souls of each blood infant have become semi-independent information processors for each key part, sharing the pressure of control for Master Li.

"Soul Processor is normal! Fusion reactors, normal! Beaulieu Stick Particle Beam Weapon, Normal! Anti-gravity levitation system."

After everything was ready, countless openings opened in the ground of Yanfu Palace, and the earth began to tremble slightly.

Outside the south gate of Bianjing, no one noticed the abnormal movement in the direction of the palace, but the sea of blood spread and the fierce battle was raging.

Although Murong Fu and Li Hao tried their best to release the water, Wang Hao was still covered in bruises and had thousands of sores on his body.

"Damn! Damn it! ”

Wang Hao tilted his head to dodge, dodging a shot from the 'Void Bamboo', but he was still knocked off his horns.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely die soon, and he had already given birth to a retreat.

After a few moves, Wang Hao suddenly saw that the 'Void Bamboo' frowned and stared at the ground thinking, although he didn't know why it was like this, but he was overjoyed in his heart and still seized this gap.

Wang Hao dug into his crotch, took out a weird double hammer body black hammer, and held it in his hand.

In a short time, the handle and body of the small hammer in his hand grew in the wind, and countless cyan raised stripes appeared on the hammer, inlaid with some gold and silver jewelry.

Wang Hao swung his hammer a few times, and there were white peculiar smelly flowers and shadows following.

The power is not strong, but Li Hao and Murong Fu both showed disgust, and retreated quickly, unwilling to get close to this (hanging + people).

forced Li Hao and the others back, and Wang Hao's sledgehammer swelled several times.

Wang Hao turned over and straddled the root of the sledgehammer, and then the hammer rose into the sky, wanting to stay away from the battlefield.

With the strength of my Wang Huang's true form, where can't I be a groom night and night? It's just that the prime minister has lost his position, and the quality is worse.

Wang Huang, who had already flown some distance and was thinking about which remote place to flee, suddenly felt like he had entered an ice cellar, and felt a great terror.

The long hammer under him twitched out of fear.

A purple-white beam of light flashed out from the middle of Bianjing, turning him and his treasure into ashes.

The army was still fighting, but many masters on both sides of the battle tacitly slowed down the pace of the battle, and they all looked in fear in the direction of the middle of Bianjing.

With just one blow, you can effortlessly kill a True Form?

So what is it exactly?

This plot is more difficult to write than I thought, and it takes more than three hours to code a chapter. There's another chapter, so let's get up tomorrow morning and read it!

(End of chapter)