Lu Liu, Hongyi, Rakshasa and other generals have gained in the fierce battle, or the artistic conception has broken through, or the use of skills has reached a new level.

The dead bones are different.

It's not that it's impossible to have an epiphany in battle, but if a big battle requires a breakthrough to defeat a strong enemy, it's too unstable and undesirable.

In order to avoid this from happening, the dead bones often think, often improve their skills, and also have a little understanding from thinking from time to time.

It was the artistic conception of the Dacheng level earlier, and it was gradually perfected until the level of satisfaction of the dead bones, and as a matter of course, it stepped into the perfection level, or even the half-step image level.

It affected the surrounding heaven and earth, and the 'celestial phenomena' that were faintly born were clearer than the monstrous demon flames and demon giant shadows that the Demon Flame King had manifested before.

The River Styx trickled down, absorbing the breath of death in all directions, and gradually turned into a surging gray river.

The faint sigh of the dead bones was also like a bone-chilling wind from the Nine Shadows.

Washed by the River Styx and the River of Death, the red-hatted goblins that pounced on the frost dragon also withered in an instant like the mobs around them.

The river of death set off a monstrous wave, rolled forward, and directly swallowed up the few mini-bosses who had just stepped into the air and entered the third order. They were rare three-star rank thunderwingers, but as soon as they plunged into the river of death, the thunder light around them quickly dimmed.

In the blink of an eye, this venerable little boss sank and drowned in the surging gray-black sky.

The rolling gray heavenly river continued to push forward, until it engulfed countless monsters again, and then dispersed silently.

With such a blow to the River Styx, the Dead Bone no longer needs to borrow the power of the Holy Mountain of the Dead, it is as light as a weight, and the real energy consumed is not very large. Because, the River Styx, which it first cast, was just a trickling stream, all of which grew by absorbing the death qi that escaped from the withering monsters around it.

Not only is it lightweight, but it has hardly left any traces on the ground.

There were no gullies hundreds of meters long, no deafening roars, there were just monsters withering silently.

Even this withering is inconspicuous.

It's as if the monsters withered here, as natural as the wind blowing between heaven and earth, and it was not worth making a fuss about.

The lord next door rubbed his eyes.

Just now, he seemed to see a mighty gray-black heavenly river, and the source of the river was a vague figure hunting in a cloak. It stands on the earth, stretching out its incomparably majestic back, like a god in charge of death, indifferently overlooking the heavens and the earth.

But in the blink of an eye, everything seems to be just an illusion.

"Is it really just a delusion?"

He muttered, a majestic back clearly imprinted in his mind, but no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't make it clear.

The lord next door shook his head, raised his sword and continued to rush forward.

……

"Hint: You gain 200 Battle Points."

"Hint: You gain 300 Battle Points."

"Hint: You gain 5 Battle Points."

"Hint: ......"

The chime continued to ring in the ears of the lords.

It's just that some lords' prompt messages are displayed as quickly as they swipe the screen, while some lords can only hear the pleasant dingdong sound after a while. But even the latter is fighting excitedly.

They discovered that this stage didn't have to defeat the monster horde or kill a specific boss to gain battle points.

If you kill a certain number of monsters, you can also get a small amount of battle points.

Although the number of record points is small, the accumulation can still be a lot.

In this area where the red mist was drifting, there was a constant roar, flames exploded in various places, thunder pillars rushed into the sky, and the rolling shock wave stirred up the entire world.

Here, ordinary warriors are like mobs, many times not being hacked to death head-on, but by random arrows, flowing flames, or tidal currents of energy.

Life and death are completely out of your own hands.

Even if you are strong, you have to tighten your heartstrings all the time, and the slightest mistake can hurt or even die.

It's the same with heroes.

However, the corps, which has condensed the soul of the army, is chic and free on such a battlefield.

Hundreds of elite energies are completely fused, as if they are a whole.

If you have a pair of eyes that can glimpse the energy reaction, you will find that there are light clusters in the ordinary corps, and there is a distance between the light clusters. There was none of this in the Army Soul Corps, only a huge, sun-like sphere.

The majestic and vast energy directly smashed the arrows and fireballs that flew in.

The Army Soul Corps has a very high margin for error, and the strong do not need to tighten their heartstrings to be vigilant around at all times, and they can explode their strength without worries.

One after another army soul corps is the most shining light on the battlefield at this moment.

Frost Dragons, Strategic Skills, Absolute Powers? is less than one hundred and tenths of the Army Soul Corps.

To the east, there is a white corps sweeping, this is the Bootcat Corps.

It is like a huge cat mecha, which can easily swing a sword light hundreds of meters long, and can leave a deep and large paw print on the ground with a single slap.

To the west, a cavalry regiment dressed in silver-white armor and armed with knights' spears charged.

Their speed was extremely fast, like a hundred-meter-long silver-white giant spear, turned into electricity, turned into light, and blasted in front of a monster tribe and rushed out from behind.

In just a dozen seconds, this powerful monster tribe was bombarded and crushed, and the monster wave was rushed out of a road with only flesh and blood corpses.

This is the corps of the Castle Lord of Kongming.

"In addition to me, there are eight lords present who have condensed the military soul, among which the regiment of the tyranton is relatively weak, with only more than a hundred people, and it seems that there is no special corps tactics."

"The most eye-catching is probably the Boot Cat Corps of the Cat Lord, but it's ......"

The City Lord of Kongming has two army soul corps.

One is the Silver Knights.

One is the Griffin Corps.

The foundation of his corps is very solid, and the size of both corps is more than 400 people, but it seems that there is a lack of strong enough commanders to be dazzling enough.

But it's just not eye-catching enough.

His battle scene was not amazing, but it was steady, and in a blink of an eye, the city lord of Kongming had already led his army into the depths of the Red Mist Zone, and it was not far from the monster city located on the mountain.

He pointed his spear at a distance.

He is the lord who charges the fastest at this moment.

But in the next second, there was a dazzling sword light, coming from the west. Wherever the sword light passed, the red mist dissipated, and the energy tide retreated.

At the apex of the sword light, the figure of the white-clothed swordsman appeared, and a military soul corps also followed with a brilliant sword light.

"It's the Infinite Lord!"

"His artistic conception has reached the great perfection, hiss!"

"No wonder Lord Wuji is known as the most talented person in our generation!"

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The Lord of the Mountains clasped his hands together, "Uncle, please, you can only make the world understand what a real epic is." ”

"That's fine."

The Lord of Roshan bowed slightly.

He really couldn't get used to the Frost Dragon's epic mount, tarnishing the name of the epic.

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"This king will make a move."

It's not the casual fight before, he wants the world to understand, let the stupid frost dragon also see what a real epic is.

Buzz –

Towering mountains of flesh and blood emerged from behind him.

As the Lord of Roshan beckoned, several of his subordinates, including the Vampire Earl and the Minotaur Commander, entered the Mountain of Flesh and Flesh one after another, and took place one node at a time.

The Lord of Roshan stretched out his hand again and pressed it on the core army of the Lord of the Hidden Mountain, continuously drawing energy from it.

This energy is not of the same origin, and the Lord of Roshan is not a member of the Army Soul Corps, but ......

That doesn't stop him from pumping hard.

With the infusion of infinite energy, the entire mountain of flesh and blood rapidly swelled, and from it grew giant hands and feet, stepping out of the land of flesh.

The Lord of Roshan himself, stepping on the staircase of flesh and blood, climbed step by step, to the top of the mountain of flesh and blood, forming the final head.

A terrible weapon of war has taken shape!

It began to charge with a thud, devouring the monster's flesh along the way, expanding like a snowball.

In the blink of an eye, with the charge of the flesh trolls, the Lord of the Mountains also came to the city of monsters.

Kongming! Boundless! Secluded Mountain!

The three conveniences are the forces that have the best chance to break through the monster city at this moment.

"Sure enough, these old lords are still too strong and too profound, and they are all monsters."

Mu Yuan was amazed.

At this moment, his family's Tian Yuan Corps was still nearly half the distance from the Monster City.

This can't be blamed on the frost dragon for being too slow to kill, the root cause is that he here, except for the general-level powerhouse, the other warriors are more stretched, and the army soul corps is not only low in level, but also far less in number than boot cats, griffins and other corps.

Mu Yuan looked at the city in the distance, looming in the red mist.

Fighting?

Contend!

He didn't know if he could firmly occupy the top six with the record points he had obtained, not to mention, the lord world, when he was unstoppable.

"Lu Liu, you stay here with the rest of the soldiers."

Then, Isloa went all out to use the advanced skill 'Star Path', which is a teleportation skill, although it cannot reach ultra-long-distance teleportation, and there are defects such as long chanting prelude, but this skill can be used by groups.

Soon, a huge starry blue light door opened the space.

At the same moment, the Skeleton General crossed the Gate of the Star Path and arrived at the opposite position, and the invisible River Styx swung open, withering all the monsters around him that might destroy the portal.

After the undead crossed the light gate, they stepped on the clouds formed by the black mist and hung in the air, carried by the frost dragon Sagliotto, and crossed the remaining distance as fast as they could.

"It's Tian Yuan?"

"Tian Yuan also wants to compete?"

The lords glanced at it, but they didn't care.

Everyone wants to compete.

Divine cats, tyrannosaurs, and several other lords with strength are all charging.

The city of powerful monsters, with the cards of one lord after another, has been reduced to fish on the chopping board. The only difference is which knife can chop down first.

The Infinite Lord borrowed the power of the army to slash out the ultimate pinnacle sword.

The city lord of Kongming led two large armies and broke through the walls of the monster city.

The Mountain Lord stood on the shoulders of the flesh trolls, enjoying the gazes from the other Nova Lords, and his spirits were high.

Suddenly, the sky darkened.

The sword light was dazzling, and the silver knights of the sky bloomed with silver brilliance, but the heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, as if falling from color to black and white.

At the origin of black and white tones, there is an undead army stepping on the clouds.

Above the clouds stands a majestic holy mountain.

On the top of the holy mountain, the frost dragon with blue eyes and black scales crouched on the earth, and on the cold ice to the bone, the blue-haired girl with her hair flowing backwards, and the black figure of the cloaked hunter stood on the left and right.

Guarding the figure in the center.

The Lord of Tian Yuan stood with his hands in his hands, indifferent as a relict immortal.

……

Mu Yuan stood with his hands in his hands, his energy gushing out like a flood that had opened the floodgates, and the hands behind him trembled slightly, but his slightly pale complexion was just right against the backdrop of the drifting black mist, indifferent as a fairy.