Luo Yang sensed the meteorological golden clouds with his heart, and found that this thing was not simple, but a rare divine ze.

"Shenze?" Fan Yingluo also had a sense, and some couldn't understand where Luo Yang got Shenze, although the area was not large, only half an acre, but it was majestic.

According to the classics, Shenze is the relic of the gods, with extraordinary protection functions, no matter what kind of means encounter Shenze, the power is reduced by nearly half. Moreover, the larger the area of the gods, the more the power is reduced, and under the trade-off, it can be said that it has a big advantage on the battlefield.

Luo Yang had seen such a thing as Shenze from the classics, but he tasted it differently. Shenze is a certain god-level existence that forcibly catalyzes the body when it falls, turning into a golden cloud to protect future generations, and the area becomes smaller and smaller the more it is used. The meteorological golden clouds are different, and they are growing little by little.

"The legacy of the gods? catalyze the divine body. ”

Thinking of this, he probably understood what was going on.

There is no god here who voluntarily left Shenze, but there is a body of a true heavenly evil god. No, there is more than one, the big one, the small one, it's just a nesting doll. It was forcibly collected by the five skill trees to directly form a true life, instead of holy breath, and then fused with the weather to produce a unique change, turning into a half-hectare of gods.

If that's all there is, then it's nothing, it's just equivalent to one more auxiliary divine weapon that doesn't need to consume its own strength. The key is to digest the corpse of the True Heavenly Evil God, and then digest the undead life beads, and the meteorological golden cloud will also grow, thus providing a development path from quantitative change to qualitative change.

"Okay, the most powerful thing about this meteorological golden cloud is that it can eliminate the growth of the other, suppress the undead to digest the life beads, and then suppress and digest them, so that a cycle is formed, and it can grow like a snowball. ”

At this moment, Luo Yang really had a feeling of a snowball, there was an extra snowball in his hand, and a large field of snow was spread out in front of him, slowly accumulating and growing, and he was looking forward to the moment of causing an avalanche.

The corpse of the Trumpet True Heaven Evil God finally turned into green smoke and dissipated, the area of the meteorological golden cloud increased by another half an acre, and the undead at the bottom of the pagoda moved slowly, and even stood in place in deep fear and let it be slaughtered.

"It's kind of interesting. The pressure in the tower was greatly reduced, and Luo Yang moved slightly, letting the power of the meteorological golden cloud radiate, and found that it could affect the fifth layer as far as possible. In this way, placing the Meteorological Golden Cloud on the fifth layer of the pagoda can benefit from the first to the ninth layer, and can absorb more undead into the pagoda.

However, Luo Yang chose not to move, and did not immediately order the pagoda to absorb it, and the blackened blood thorn vines were already all over the void near and far, fighting with the dense black shadows.

Perhaps in order to maintain spatial stability, or perhaps it was too close for fear of accidentally injuring one's own camp, the giant battleships that formed the sky and the earth did not launch an artillery attack. Therefore, at the moment, the True Heaven Evil God is purely using the undead cannon fodder to fight with the legion, but he has sent a lot of military merits.

It's just that according to this overwhelming flat push mode to calculate the combat power of both sides, the blackened blood thorn vine will not be able to hold on sooner or later, even if the light of divine punishment and purification is released, a wave of charges will be extinguished, and another wave will come soon, and the future is worrying!

The high-level of the undead are trapped and locked in the Stygian Cloud Realm, and the True Heaven Evil God is the largest on the battlefield. Luo Yang destroyed several of his real bodies, and the anger in his heart had already risen to the extreme, so he gave the order to attack. Hundreds of billions of orders of magnitude cannon fodder came, the scene was too terrifying, and endless species rushed forward, unable to see the undead individuals, only the monstrous waves converging.

There were terrifying waves in all directions, and some of the undead were smashed to pieces by their own people in the process of impact. However, they don't care at all, they only know how to carry out orders.

Forward, forward, forward.

100 billion followed by 100 billion, and the numbers are degraded here to unimaginable proportions. Although they were all cannon fodder, they broke through the blockade formed by the blackened blood thorn vines and rushed towards the pagoda.

It was no longer possible to count how much the undead had paid, and Luo Yang knew that he and Fan Yingluo's military merits had increased by two more, and they could easily get tens of millions of points.

Actually, it's not easy!

Just bearing the pressure of the sea of corpses is a very rare tempering.

As the Lancet Vine continued to die, the void was littered with broken corpses. From a distance, it looks like a giant island that is connected to each other, and it is like a gap in the strata, with layers of corpses lying horizontally, which looks quite tragic.

The True Heavenly Evil God laughed: "Hahaha, dare to run to our undead lair to spread wild, and the following is your death period." ”

There was another "huge wave" shooting forward, seeing that it was getting closer and closer to the pagoda, and he never thought that the black rattan would spread, and a new generation of blood-piercing vines rushed out of the corpse.

Fan Yingluo breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "If this is the case, you actually have a way to cultivate the Lancet Vine, and let them pierce the seeds into the corpse to absorb nutrients to form the second generation of blackened Lancet Vine. ”

Luo Yang smiled bitterly: "Don't be too happy, delay for two hours at most, and the blood piercing vine will be destroyed when it reaches the fifth generation." The cannon fodder of the undead is endless, let alone two hours, even if you charge for two days and two nights, it will be no problem. Don't you have two Xuan Sages under your command who are good at estimating? Let them use this time to study the retreat route! We must fight while retreating, and we cannot limit ourselves to one place. ”

That's exactly what I mean. Fan Yingluo nodded.

In the face of such an order of magnitude of the undead, any strategy pales in comparison, and only one way is left to fight hard. Therefore, the role of Xuan Sheng is only to find a retreat route, and being trapped in one place is equivalent to sitting and waiting to die.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz......"

The pagoda hummed and trembled, moving slightly across the battlefield, absorbing the remains of the undead.

Luo Yang has been observing the thickening of meteorological gold clouds, and found that according to the current digestion rate, the size of half an acre can be increased in two hours.

This result made him speechless, compared to the body of the True Heaven Evil God, the undead below the god level are all residues, and it can only be said that talking is better than nothing.

The gap is not ordinarily large, and it would be good to be able to gather a golden cloud for two days and two nights of vicious fighting. But according to the current situation, there is no guarantee that they can fight viciously for two days and two nights, the frequency of the undead's attacks is too fast, and it is simply to send cannon fodder to you to kill, in order to complete the plan of exterminating the mouth and reducing the Ding, without the slightest hesitation and pity.

The main purpose of waging war on both sides is to reduce the burden. But for Luo Yang and Fan Yingluo, if they want to take advantage of this opportunity to rise, they must fight their way out. No matter how difficult it is, you have to kill, you have no qualifications to say no, you can only go with the general trend.

The True Heaven Evil God was furious, and the sea of corpses was about to engulf the pagoda, and suddenly another damn ghost vine appeared, killing the cannon fodder with a more efficient assassination speed, making him scratch his head.

"Bastard, so many undead rushed up, and they couldn't take a mere battleship. The True Heaven Evil God regarded the pagoda as a warship, thought for a moment and took out two huge copper bells, and sneered: "Is it really impossible for this god to clean you up? Let you taste the power of the ruin insects, this is a creature in the endless dark sea, and the ancestors of this god only sealed the two ends when they were in their heyday, but the need to sacrifice a large number of life beads makes people have a headache." ”