"I've seen the king. The two of them waved towards Kang Ziqing, who was walking towards him. Kang Ziqing walked inside, the black iron gate in front of him slowly opened, the hazy pale white light shone on his body, the battle armor disappeared, draped in a soft white veil, and the familiar people imprinted into his eyes, quickly rippling, becoming clearer and clearer.

"Meet the king" Everyone said to Kang Ziqing, continuing to be busy with their hands, Li Cheng, who was standing in the center of the crowd, walked towards him, dressed in a black robe, very solemn.

"How's it done?"

"In the past three months, everyone has been studying the way of the formation, and with some eyebrows, we are ready to engrave the Golden Jiao Array on the battleship, with the strong protection of the Golden Jiao Array, it can block several heavenly thunder bombardments, and the specific data still needs to be tested after the first battleship is built. ”

(Jin Jiao Array, ground-level high-grade, defensive power is extremely strong in the same level formation)

"When will it be finished?"

"If you build one ship, it will be completed in six years, and if you build ten ships completely, it will take seventy years. ”

"If the raw materials are sufficient, how long can it be shortened?"

"Fifty years," Li Cheng pondered for a moment and said.

After a while, a commander in black armor walked into the main hall and stopped in front of Kang Ziqing, "Your Majesty, the soldiers of the army are ready to go to the Demon Beast Plain at any time." Kang Ziqing looked around the hall for a week, and then led out of the hall.

A black dragon horse stayed on the front side of the main hall, a few black scales attached to the limbs of the dragon horse, flashing with a ghostly light, two pillars of air erupted from its nostrils, at this time, turned its head to look at Kang Ziqing, who was dressed in black armor, and then lowered his head.

With a light step on his right foot, he landed on Ryoma's back. Ryoma felt something, and ran in the direction of the center of the city, only to see that its speed was getting faster and faster, and finally its forelimbs fell into the air, and a cloud condensed at its feet, supporting its body, and running quickly in the sky.

A neat phalanx appeared in the field of vision, the black battle armor flashed with a ghostly glow, and Luo Fanchen stood in front of him and looked in the direction of Kang Ziqing. Luo Fanchen is dressed in silver-white armor, his handsome face is a little more resolute and iron-blooded, and he is very favored by the opposite sex.

Ryoma landed firmly in front of the military formation, his forelimbs lightly stepping on the black bricks, making a slight sound, and his dark eyes stared at the surrounding sergeants, "All the army is leaving." A burst of armor sounded in all directions, and the entire military formation, led by Luo Fanchen, rose towards the sky, following closely behind Kang Ziqing.

"Open the gates. A soft drink popped out of Fang Xia Nuan's mouth, adding a touch of soft color to the black iron city gate, and a continuous squeaking sound came from below the city. The army that was getting closer and closer flew towards her, "Meet the king." He gestured to the figure in front of him.

Nearly 30,000 soldiers above the city wall looked at the 10,000 soldiers who had descended, and their hearts were full of pride. "Triumph, triumph!" a cheer burst out of their mouths, full of passion.

The dragon horse slowly lowered his body and landed on the passage of the city gate, the horse's hooves made a crisp and exciting 'da-da' sound on the black masonry, and the 10,000-strong sergeants also lowered their figures, walking out of the city gate step by step, at the moment of walking out of the city gate, the sergeant pulled out the sword at his waist, the snow was white and bright, "war", their war song had just begun.

"March"

The clear voice of Luo Fanchen echoed above the city gate, and then, the 10,000 soldiers galloped towards the north side, preparing to go to a small source crystal vein two thousand kilometers ahead, and then set off for the Demon Beast Plains in the south. All the way to the wasteland, a few weeds were faintly erected, and they traveled like this for 500 kilometers, and the night shrouded them.

"Protection"

Luo Fanchen spoke again, the night is coming, and the battle is about to begin, so many soldiers, the bright red blood on their bodies, has a fatal attraction to those remnant spirit troops, he looked at the black figure in front of him, and his heart was slightly relieved. He had traveled with the army once, and he had survived, and he knew the horror of the night.

As his voice fell, the 10,000-strong sergeant quickly moved, although there was no obvious vein here, but with the number of 10,000 people, it was possible to slightly change the leyline here, so as to facilitate the arrangement of the formation. A series of sharp edges flashed here, deep ravines formed rapidly, and earth platforms several zhang high condensed in all directions.

The mage in the formation in the army quickly sketched out illusory patterns, hooking the surrounding terrain in one place, as hundreds of high-grade source crystals were put in, a burst of blue light flashed, the formation had been activated, and the dark night surrounded everyone, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, holding the sword at their waists in their hands, ready to fight at any time.

Kang Ziqing sat on the back of the dragon horse, his eyes slightly closed, in his perception, a large number of remnant spirits rushed here, and illusory shadows floated in the air, rolling up a number of wind and sand.

Ryoma also felt the breath of death approaching, his limbs swayed unnaturally, his eyes flashed with fear, and a divine consciousness submerged into its body, quickly bursting open, turning its internal organs into powder, and a demon pill followed closely into hell, and its body slowly softened.

Kang Ziqing slowly floated down from it, her dark eyes shining with a palpitating light, "Are you willing to fight with me?"

"The subordinates are willing. The soldier at the North City Gate before immediately spoke, Kang Ziqing's heroic figure was still engraved in his heart, even if he was behind him, but looking at the figure in front of him, his blood was burning. With someone taking the lead, many soldiers immediately agreed, and they were also aggrieved in their hearts, wanting to kill all the remnants in front of them.

"May you fight together. Kang Ziqing directly pulled out the slash, and a thirty-zhang blade did not pass the formation in front of him, and the formation cracked a gap three zhang wide, flying towards the gap, and the 10,000 soldiers behind also flew out.

The fantasy chain rose between the 10,000 soldiers, connecting everyone's qi in one place, and a hazy transparent blue light shrouded the soldiers, and a blue transparent beam of light shot towards the black figure in front of them. With the first borrowing experience, Kang Ziqing instantly controlled the source qi that they had passed on to his body.

In the center of the phalanx, Luo Fanchen was dressed in silver battle armor, and an illusory sword hovered above his head, connected to the snow-white ancient sword qi in his hands, ready to kill some of the captured fish in the next battle.

"Battle"

A vast horn sounded above the clouds, shaking away the layers of dark clouds, silver lightning roared on it, the light flashed, a silver lightning slashed down along the hollow dark clouds, and the black was illuminated with a 'boom', and a group of remnant spirits surrounded the surrounding area, and a bloody look appeared in the godless eyes at this time.

In the army of remnants, a young man with a mutilated body and a white robe appeared, he was suspended in the air, a cracked sword hanging from his waist, even though he was dead now, there was still a lot of leisurely and calm temperament left on his body.

An empty right sleeve fluttered slowly in the breeze, and there was a fist-sized hole at the mouth of his heart, but it was not absolutely abrupt, and his temperament made his cripple a kind of beauty, this was the original nobleman, and he still showed the face of the nobleman when he died.