Thousands of natives in the 'Red Mountain Harbor' poured into the hundreds of rough wooden fishing boats floating in the harbor, and drove blankly along the coastline of Scorpion Island to the 'Black Reef Harbor', which was 200 kilometers away.

When the fleet vanished, suddenly a black flock of birds in the sky was guarding a huge airship from a distance.

After a while, the sound of the dragon eagle's flickering wings became louder and louder, and finally it resounded throughout the sky, and a few seconds later, thousands of warrior leaders with feathers on their heads rode the birds of prey down from the sky, and when they landed, they scrambled to jump off the dragon eagle's wide back, and fell to their knees, burying their heads deep in the gravel.

The handyman kneeling at Zhang Lisheng's feet heard the strange noise coming from behind him, and couldn't help but quietly look back, and was dizzy by the feathers that were full of warm luster in the sun, and after being stunned, his heart suddenly thrashed, and he almost stopped beating.

None of the Wuli people who were prostrate on the ground had less than three feathers on their heads, and even if they didn't know it again, the Turen miscellaneous servants knew that there was only one person who could be worshipped by so many leaders in the entire Wuli tribe.

"Great island god, you are the living legend of 'Wu Li', the source of glory, the only faith..." His drunken head was dizzy for a moment, and he slowly came back to his senses, trembling with excitement, and said his praise in a completely different respectful tone from yesterday, along with the sound of prayer slowly wafting on the beach.

On the beach, Zhang Lisheng listened to the praises of the believers in a comfortable mood, with a joyful smile on his face.

Knowing that the Atlanteans would leave Scorpion Island today, he quietly ordered all the warrior leaders commanding 1,000 of the remaining 900,000 soldiers of the Wuli Expeditionary Force to be transferred to his side late last night. In order to regroup the army.

This matter involves countless entanglements of interests, even if Wu Li Tugla does it, it will take a lot of effort to come up with a plan and then it will be difficult to implement it, but with the prestige of the young man in the Wu Li tribe at this moment, it is only a few orders.

After easily reorganizing the Wuli Expeditionary Force and resting for half a month, Zhang Lisheng saw that the time was ripe, and brazenly raised troops to cross the country and began to continue the battle of conquest in the sea area of Scorpion Island.

With the 'giant scorpion' of six thousand miles from the beginning to the end as the pedal, the conquest of the surrounding islands went very smoothly.

The astonishing combat effectiveness displayed by the 900,000 elite army under the protection of Zhang Lisheng's divine power is simply not something that ordinary Hell tribes can imagine and resist. In addition to two with an area of more than 40,000 square kilometers. Outside of the islands ruled by two tribes named Seruas and Ziyana, none of the islands where the alien tribes were divided could slow down the march of the Wuli army in the slightest.

However, even if the battle goes well, there are more than sixty of them that you want to conquer. An archipelago with a total area of more than 1.2 million square kilometres is by no means an easy task. The time consumed on the march alone is measured in months.

In the end, it took more than half a year. After 420,000 heroic believers were lost by wars and shipwrecks, the young man finally got his wish and conquered all the islands within a thousand miles of Scorpion Island. At this point, a quarter of the islands in the Hell Sea have fallen into his hands, and at the same time, his 'witch' path death door cultivation has finally broken through to the realm of picking up witches.

The death of tens of millions of natives of the 'Otherworldly Realm', and the wailing of hundreds of millions of conquered Hell people finally pushed Zhang Lisheng to the most difficult level of achieving the 'Great Witch', looking back, his heart completely stopped beating, his skin was shriveled and there was no elasticity at all, and the young man who was even breathless couldn't help but sigh at the difficulty of his cultivation path.

Wu Lisheng, the first coastal tribe to set up a totem pole on Scorpion Island, and the most prosperous and huge port city on the island 'Wu Lilu', which was rebuilt from the habitat of Dardania, Zhang Lisheng sat alone in the huge pitch-black bark house near the totem pole, his eyes wide open, and muttered: "Even if you practice the ancient 'Wu' Dao, this difficulty is too exaggerated."

Breaking through the One Witch turned out to be several times the amount of all the 'negative emotions' needed to achieve the One Witch to the Witch Picking, if I hadn't happened to be in the Hell Sea of the 'Sea Shrimp No. 2 World Realm' and pretended to be a ghost and took the road of expansion by combining the regime and religion, even if I launched a war in the world on Earth, I am afraid that I would not be able to meet my needs.

In the ancient times, there were not 100 million people in the entire world realm, and no matter how warlike the 'Great Witch' at that time was, it was impossible for them to collect so many negative emotions like me, how did they break through, could they only rely on their own cultivation..."

Talking to himself, the young man suddenly thought of the ancient witch clan and his own blood relationship with the ancient gods, and suddenly smiled dumbly, "They are the relatives of Nuwa and Fuxi ancestors who are separated by several generations, how can I compare, what's the use of thinking about this, or hurry up and decide whether to reincarnate 'Vientiane'."

Thinking about it, Zhang Lisheng drove the round ball-like Vientiane to roll out of the open flesh and fall to the ground, looking down and seeing his zombie-like body, he forgot about the witch worm for a while, pressed his chest and limbs, rubbed it and showed a bitter smile, "I can't even feel the pain of not being reborn for a long time after the breakthrough of the 'witch' path."

The blood doesn't flow, the internal organs don't run, in addition to being able to move, it's like a corpse, and the 'death' recorded in the ancient books 'from the dead to life' is not like this, at least the heart always beats, this ghost look, and then put on makeup and return to the earth It is difficult not to be regarded as a zombie, and it really becomes a 'living ghost' when encountered. ”

The more he thought about it, the more irritated he felt, and the young man sighed, shook his head vigorously, simply stopped thinking, and turned his gaze to the 'Vientiane' on the animal skin blanket.

In the first battle to conquer the last island in the sea area of Scorpion Island, his 'witch' road to death broke through to the realm of picking up a witch, and now it has been three full days since he returned to 'Wu Lilu', but Zhang Lisheng still hasn't reincarnated this witch worm.

This is because Zhang Lisheng feels that the 'Vientiane' he has cultivated is too strange, maybe because the eggs have become fossils, and all the strange insects that hatch are only defective.

It would be too much to use it rashly, and after wasting the last chance to reincarnate, only to get a large stone ball that transforms into a ball that rolls around and can be restored after being attacked and bursting.

You must know that although the young man has embarked on the road of 'becoming a god', don't say 'earth god', even a powerful ancient god will eventually have a limit to his ability, which is reflected in many ancient myths and legends, otherwise Nuwa would not have died of mending the sky;

The Olympic gods will not suffer from 'Ragnarok';

Odin will not be robbed of his right eye by the wolf, the gods and Buddhas will not disappear, and any bit of strengthening is the cornerstone of making it even more 'powerful', and a wise person will never ignore the importance of the path under his feet just because he has a brilliant future.

"Since I won't be able to return to Earth for a while, then I will have a lot of time to refine the witch worm, and maybe I will be able to find a strong worm...

No, no, in a strange place like the Hell Islands, the truly powerful bugs can only be found from the offspring of the spirits, but the proportion of bugs turning into spirits is too low, except for the 'King of the Distant Mountains' who fled and disappeared...

Vientiane, Vientiane, speaking of it, it looks exactly the same as the "Lotus Sutra" recorded in the "Lotus Sutra", "the body is round, the view is invisible, but in fact it is tangible, and it is absolutely joyful", maybe it is not a defective product..."Zhang Lisheng muttered to himself, his eyes seemed hesitant, he didn't know how many times he had told himself the same words, but he was always unable to choose.

Seeing that today was indecisive, suddenly the young man's heart flashed, he thought of his accurate intuition, and after thinking about it carefully, he suddenly stood up, strode out of the tree house, and came directly to the totem pole.

Blue as seawater, yellow as soil two-color stone pillar towering into the clouds, Zhang Lisheng looked up, stretched out his hand and gently pressed on the stone pillar, closed his eyes, and emptied his mind.

Gradually, in the small area where his palm met the Wuli totem pole, a flame that flashed with a faint light was born, and the speed extended faster and faster in all directions, and after a while, the entire surface of the stone pillar was covered with raging flames.

At the same time, all the totem poles on the hundred Hell Islands that had become Wuli's hunting grounds were ignited one by one by an invisible force in the underworld, and the pious faith power of the 80 million natives of the 'Otherworldly Realm' began to condense to Zhang Lisheng's side in a steady stream.

Nourished by a large amount of faith, the soul power of Wu Li's master began to continue to improve, and the realm of the 'Wu' Dao Sacrifice Gate continued to rise. When the sky broke, his sacrificial gate actually broke through to the realm of picking up witches.

Compared with the cultivation of the Death Gate, Zhang Lisheng's cultivation of the Sacrifice Gate is simply and quickly like child's play, but if you think about it carefully, if it is not for the accumulation of continuous battles in order to collect a large number of 'negative emotions' and incarnate into Wuli Earth God, this kind of 'child's play' would not be able to be realized at all.

When the sea breeze was blowing and the sun was shining from the coastline into the harbor city, the young man slowly opened his eyes and lowered his hand from the totem pole.

The light of the fire on the stone pillar quickly dissipated, and the color of half water blue and half earth yellow on it became chaotic.

After raising his head again and looking at the totem pole, Zhang Lisheng glanced at the natives who were kneeling all over the Wulilu City, smiled silently, and walked back to the tree house closest to the stone pillar.

After staring at the 'Vientiane' on the animal skin blanket for a while, he slowly closed his eyes, intending to exhale the air in his stomach, but when he opened his mouth, he found that there was not even a trace of breath in his already shriveled lungs.

"Forget that I'm 'dead', it's a good idea..."The young man laughed self-deprecatingly, muttered, and suddenly inhaled deeply, and in an instant, the space containing the ball-like witch worm twisted violently, and the whole 'Vientiane' turned into a stream of colorless sand, and every bit of it was sucked into his mouth and nose. (To be continued......)

PS: Because a pig has not had the face to ask for a vote for a long time, but now the update is powerless because of busy work, tomorrow was supposed to be off, but the safety committee will come to check on Monday, and tomorrow will go to write report materials, really, alas