In the depths of the huge fortress, hundreds of people sat silently, and the death-like silence lingered around the vast majority of people, making people feel unnaturally oppressed.

"Report!"

A figure rushed out from the outside world, rushing into the dead silence in a hurry.

Then, hundreds of figures looked at it together, and then, the cultivator who gave the order was in a cold sweat for a moment, and even hallucinations appeared in front of him, a qiē fanaticism, a qiē anxiety seemed to sink into a cold pool, and the bottomless pit-like dead silence completely swallowed his mind.

With a wave of his hand, the leader was sent out, but his breath began to stir.

"The Eighth Legion of the Temple, the whole army is annihilated, let's see what to do," the person who made the shot said lightly, Gu Jing Wubo, and his tone was not like saying that a billion soldiers had died, but more like asking what to eat at noon.

But in fact, it was clear to everyone that the cultivator who had opened his mouth was already angry, and the calm at this time was just a prelude to the coming storm.

A billion warriors, a legion, such a loss of the temple cannot be ignored either.

What's more, during this period of time, the loss of the temple is the largest, and the largest number of warriors lost is naturally the Xingchen Sect, with a loss of 70 billion, almost one-tenth of the battle damage, but relatively speaking, the temple is the existence of a king and two ancestors who have fallen.

There is no doubt that such a loss makes the temple a little angry, and the ancestor is also an extremely noble existence in the temple, after all, this is the highest level of combat power under the saint.

"Everyone, reinforcements are necessary, the question is, how many troops should be sent this time, don't forget, there are four trillion on the other side, and there is a steady stream of slaves coming, conservatively estimated, in the end, this number may reach about ten trillion, even if we have a fortress, we can't stop it," the people from the ancestral hall spoke.

It was silent, no one spoke, and there was a dead silence.

"So, how about three trillion, the number of three trillion is enough to fight against these damn demon clans," someone spoke, this is a super-first-class force called the Divine Tower Sect.

"Not enough, a fortress of the demon clan is coming, we don't have an advantage," the people from the temple said.

Hiss!

As soon as these words came out, many strong people suddenly gasped, and the demon clan actually sent another fortress to arrive, which is undoubtedly a great threat to everyone, when it comes to the strength of the fortress, the power of the demon fortress is even stronger than the human race, although it is not much, but it is an advantage.

The demon clan outside the territory is not like the demon clan in the ancient world, they have a long heritage, it is longer than the human race, all kinds of skills and means have reached the peak, the ancient world theory that these means of the demon race is weaker than the human race, but the extraterritorial is just the opposite, the demon race is slightly stronger than the human race.

Just look at the results of the recent battle, the armor on the real demon clan is comparable to the armor of the Star Sect, and the armor of the cannon fodder legion has also reached the level of an ordinary first-class power legion.

In such a situation, the casualty ratio of the big battle can be like this is already due to the support of countless lines of defense on the first line of defense, and the defending side always has some advantage over the attacking side, isn't it, especially in this kind of pure battle, there is no way to take advantage of it.

In this way, three trillion fighters are simply not enough, and the defense is stretched!

"At least five trillion, otherwise, this big war will probably be very difficult, and you don't want those damn demon clans to break through here and wreak havoc on all sides," the Lord of the Temple smiled faintly.

"Five trillion, it's fine, but I think someone here might do better," a dark voice spoke, and the breath like a dead body getting up from a grave instantly lingered around, dead and cold, as if something unclean was attached to the body.

This is the sect master of the Corpse Refining Sect, however, this Corpse Refining Sect is not the same as the little ant in the small world of the Heroic Spirit back then.

Although it is also a sect that uses the refining of corpses as a means, this corpse refining sect has a corpse saint, and it is said that the founder of this corpse refining sect refined himself into an immortal corpse, and since then, this corpse saint has become the guardian of the corpse refining sect.

Relatively speaking, the corpse cultivation ground of this Corpse Refining Sect spans hundreds of stars, and it is boundless.

Among the super-first-class forces, the Corpse Refining Sect is also considered to be in the upper middle, although it is not as good as Ji Changkong, which has more than two sages in charge, but the Corpse Saint plus some ancient corpses make the Corpse Refining Sect also very strong.

However, for Ji Changkong, this guy is just an enemy of blackmail.

In the past, it was this person who refused the most actively, and instigated other forces not to accept Ji Changkong's request, and he was very clear about this.

One by one, they looked at Ji Changkong, like a thief cat that smelled fishy.

Ji Changkong stationed three trillion troops on the edge of the Dragon Domain and the Phoenix Clan's territory, which is a well-known thing, and every day he sees that the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan have provided countless cultivation resources, breaking through the resources to supply these three trillion troops, and choosing to cultivate the best of them even sent the Ancestral Star.

With such a big news, it is naturally impossible to conceal the past, and all the forces present are clear.

There is no doubt that their current plan is to let Ji Changkong use the three trillion army as vanguard cannon fodder, while they sit in the back and pick up the bargain.

Of course, Ji Changkong couldn't agree to such a thing.

"My Xingchen Sect has lost seven billion soldiers this time, almost one-tenth of the battle loss, this time I will send up to seven billion soldiers to make up for one hundred billion, and the others can't do anything," Ji Changkong said lightly.

Nima!

In an instant, the blue tendons on the foreheads of everyone present burst out.

There has to be a limit to this Nima nonsense, okay, you have hoarded an army of three trillion behind you, who is present who doesn't know, but you can still be high-sounding, your face is not red and your heart is not beating to say such a thing, many old guys say that they have lived for so long and are not as thick as a new little guy.

But the people present couldn't say anything, because what Ji Changkong said was the truth.

Maybe some people want to talk about the 75 billion legion that they said, but these are all in the hands of Ji Changkong, and they are just paying resources.

What's even more speechless is that the Star Sect has indeed sacrificed 70 billion soldiers.

A total of 800 billion people were killed in the battle, and the Xingchen Sect had 70 billion, nearly one-tenth of the number, and no one had anything to say.

Even if Ji Changkong is training troops, he is using their resources to open the way for himself, and even they themselves are not willing to use such a luxury, but so what, unless you take it to the surface, otherwise these things are just some small actions in secret, which is normal.

It's like the Corpse Refining Sect, isn't he also collecting demon corpses?

As for getting it on the surface, it is to tear the dough, and tearing a dough means that the dragon and phoenix clans have also joined it.

This kind of thing is impossible for the temple and the ancestral temple to do, unless they are stupid, this kind of thing must not be done.

So, as soon as Ji Changkong's words came out, everyone was out of line.

The three trillion army is behind him, and he may go to the battlefield at any time, but the question is whether you can come up with enough price, it is conceivable that this time will definitely not be as simple as the last time, at least twice as much as it is possible to impress Ji Changkong, a greedy guy.

It's just that these people still underestimate Ji Changkong.

Putting aside this question for the time being, another round of quarrels began, and Ji Changkong, who was watching, frowned.

Such efficiency is really low, and people can't help but sigh.

"I really don't know how these guys got to this point, just this kind of efficiency, really, forget it, fortunately the Xingchen Sect is not like this," Ji Changkong shook his head again and again.

"Boy, it's normal to get used to it," the dragon lord on the side grinned.

The dragon clan and the phoenix clan are both highly concentrated races, and the only ones who really have the right to speak are those pure-blooded old guys, the bloodline determines the status, and the phoenix clan is even more excessive, and the people are completely one person who has the final say, and other people can only build yì, and have no right to make decisions.

This method is not very suitable for a large number of forces with different intentions, but it is undoubtedly the most suitable for such a small number of forces that are maintained by bloodline and other means.

Therefore, basically every time there is an argument between the dragon clan and the phoenix clan, they will not join, anyway, no one dares to pit them not.