MTL - Chronicles of Heaven-Chapter 1035 initiative

The witch iron can finally stand up.

Wearing fluffy robes, the skinny witch iron breathed deeply, walking step by step on the deck.

With each step, the Shenzhou eclipsing the Shenzhou trembled slightly.

Almost all the merits accumulated over the years have been paid to consolidate the avenues and side doors in the Yuan Shi Jing into Taoist seals.

The infusion of the power of merit, the innate aura, that is, the origin of the spirit and soul is not damaged, but because of the nourishment of the power of merit, it is much stronger and the gods are much different.

But the wasting of physical blood is real.

Rao is Dabu for so many days, the witch iron's body is still losing a lot. But because of the consolidation of Daoyin, his power, whether it is mana or physical power, has actually been improved ten million times.

Already very careful, the empty body could not control the skyrocketing power perfectly, the light iron witch iron, every step almost shook this giant ship thousands of miles away from high altitude.

Bai Yan stood a little farther away, his gaze was like water, and he looked at Wu Tie quietly.

Zhu Xi and Chen Long were always heartless and heartless. The two sat on the top of the ship building, each holding a wine jar and holding a braised pig's head.

Pig Gang was squatting crouched on the top of another ship building, watching the braised pig hair in the hands of Zhu Xi and Chen Long, who was ruthless-slap the pig's head in front of his face, this is the face to face ... the two little girls Film!

Wu Tie looked at Bai Yan, shook his head, and then looked at Chen Long: "Jiao Long, try to attack me once."

Jiulong stayed aloof, then happily dropped the jar of wine in his hand, and yelled, screamed a giant mace with a fierce body, and turned his head like a windmill in the air, without hesitation. Blasted on the witch iron brain.

The blow was lightning fast, whether it was Bai Ye, or the Wu State officials around Wu Tie. No one had the time to respond.

When the mace exploded above the witch iron's head, Huang Lang and Xia Hou called out in unison: "Indulgent!"

Chen Long has successfully used the sacrifice of Wu Kingdom to achieve honorable status.

That is, after achieving the rank of honor, the power of the dragon's bloodline was thoroughly stimulated. She was born with a terrible brute force, and the several seals she gathered were also related to changes in strength and physical powers, and even increased her power to a horrible level.

Especially after the power of her bloodline was completely stimulated, the dragon's daily food intake became extremely horrible, and her strength soared every day.

In terms of physical strength now, under Wuxi Iron, only Wujin, Wuyin, Wutong, and other ten strongest Wujiaerlangs can barely budge with Jiulong. A little careless, Repressed by Chen Long!

The mace in the hands of Chen Long is a rare encounter she has encountered in recent years. She is a congenital soldier born in heaven and earth, heavy and abnormal.

This stick banged firmly on the witch iron's forehead, in the roar of Huang Lang and Xiahou's namelessness, the witch iron's body remained motionless, and a Mars splashed from his head. The mace blasted into a dozen pieces.

Xiaolong exclaimed, his hands tearing, and from the elbow to the tip of his finger, the wounds that reached the bone kept spraying hot blood.

She couldn't care less about her injury, and stared at her with only a small section of mace stick left in her hand. When her little mouth was flat, she almost cried: "My stick ... for so many years, the best A stick! "

Wu Tie paused and touched his mind.

The dragon stick came too fast. His body was empty now, and he didn't have time to react. The stick sturdyly hit his head, the flesh went back on its own, and the witch iron didn't have any control.

Unexpectedly, his own body has been so powerful.

Definitely still in a state of loss and depletion, can he rely on his own anti-seismic power to shatter a true innate soldier?

"Don't cry, don't cry ... there's a good stick here." Wu Tie hurriedly picked a giant Vedic pestle from the Buddhist monk's collection of the Buddhist monks from Jiaye and handed it to the dragon. .

Chen Long met his own adventure and got a good stick.

However, the state of Liuli Buddha has been countless years and countless treasures of monks have been collected. This Wei Tuo pestle is also an innate spiritual soldier, but it has reached the level of spiritual treasure. No matter the weight or various magical uses, it is several times stronger than the dragon's mace.

Chen Long took Wei Tuochu, and his arm sank slightly.

She held Wei Tuoqi and waved a bit, feeling the vast and magnificent power in Wei Tuogui, and immediately grinned: "Wuer ... Wu Tie, you still have enough righteousness ... However, your head, why? Become so hard? "

The wound on Chen Long's arm was healing rapidly, and she got up in front of the witch iron, hoping to see if there was anything wrong with the witch iron's forehead.

Looking at the small dragon who was jumping around in front of her, Wu Tie held her head in one hand, and nodded to Huang Lang and other martial arts officials: "Chaohui, we should take the initiative to do something."

Wu Tie Shen said: "We may not be too great people, but if we can do something, but don't do it ... I feel bad in my heart."

In the largest cabin of the giant ship, the witch iron occupies the throne, and the civil and military officials and the high-level clans of the witches are separated.

"I don't need any advice and strategy. I just need you to obey orders." Wu Tie took out a jade version and threw it to the ink mist in the train. "This is the drawing of the all-spirit erosion Shenzhou. Collect the material as soon as possible and build as many new mini-slayers as possible. "

"Hundreds of miles long, thirty-six miles wide, and twelve miles high." Wu Tie looked at Mowu: "I use the crown of the Taiji to create a time zone, to accelerate to the extreme for you ... I want to see as soon as possible The emergence of a new type of small Shenzhou. "

"Unlimited number, the more the better, the faster the better." Wu Tie Shen said.

Mo mist held the jade version tightly and Shen said: "Your Majesty, all kinds of metal materials, the Wu State Treasury are piled up like a mountain. But the most important material for the construction of the Spiritual Erosion Vessel Shenzhou is the giant demon ... the best is the God Realm. Giant demon, even the demon bone of a respectable giant demon! "

Ink mist stomped his feet: "All the monster bones of the giant demon killed in the glorious Buddha Kingdom before us have been integrated into this sacred boat."

Wu Tie nodded his head: "Support war by war, rest assured, there will be countless demon bones coming soon."

Gaze glanced at the presence of Wu Guochen, Wu Tie Shen said: "There is a map of the distribution of tribes and nations around the Wu State, there are 372 hunting grounds and 164 battlefields."

"In these hunting grounds and battlefields, the distance is exactly the same as our martial arts. There are 72 hunting grounds and 35 battlefields that can be shuttled directly according to space coordinates."

The witch iron stood up and slowly said, "I ordered!"

At the same time, the courtier Wu Guo straightened his waist and looked at the witch iron. They don't know what the witch iron wants to do, but with the strength of the current Wu country, no matter what the witch iron does, they have enough strength to do it.

I have sacrificed the most evil demon heads of Supreme Demon Kingdom, and I have sacrificed countless demon groups captured by the glorious Buddha Kingdom. Today, the top masters of Wu country have exceeded 10,000, and the total number has reached about 12,000.

This power ... you can do anything!

"The old iron and Xiahou made an unnamed battle plan. The vassals of the Wu Kingdom belonged to one hundred men and one team divided into 100 teams. Each team was equipped with ten million troops and 100 million giant soldiers to conquer these battlefields and hunting grounds."

"Non-human races and races should be demons and monsters, and the rebels will kill them all."

"I allow you to recruit soldiers on the spot ... these human kingdoms on the battlefields and hunting grounds have mostly lost their lives, the survivors have survived, and they are in deep water. I allow you to recruit soldiers on the spot to support the war ... What can you do? The degree depends on the efforts of your officials! "

"Remember, this war is not to open up new territories, but to rescue the people."

"Cities, villages and towns, everything is not to be feared. It can be destroyed during the war ... to save people and live, this is the sole purpose of this war."

The witch iron stood in front of the throne, majesticly overlooking many subjects.

In front of his eyes, when he came to the Ruri Buddha Kingdom on the first day, the human bodies were densely floating on the sea.

He seemed to see the human bodies of the people being cooked in the cauldron.

He seemed to see those old and weak women who fell to the ground and were torn by countless beasts.

He coughed slightly, and Wu Tie clenched his fists.

"I, lead a guerrilla corps and cope with the Quartet."

"This operation is called-'Human Salary'!"

Inside the hall, a group of martial arts officials all turned red and knelt down to the ground.

When Wu Guo was stabbing his horse, when he was about to completely sweep away, on the island, Lime was braided with several pieces of gold wire, inlaid with jade belts of the size of a fist, and examined carefully.

Her husband, Sun Jun, the great general manager in charge of all the daily affairs on the island, looked at the several jade belts that were rising and shook his head gently: "Qinger, these jade belts are too luxurious, and my people ..."

Lime gave Gongsun Jun a glance, and Man said, "Some old rules are inappropriate ... Have you reached the point where the mountains and rivers are so exhausted? Can't you even eat? Can you look at the owner of that people's family? And the patriarchs, one by one all over the day wearing animal skins and broken linen pieces, so poor and sour, who can they show them to? "

"Tattered dresses prove that they are performing their ancestors' way? It means that they are working hard and that they are embarrassed?"

"The old guys who set these rules ..." Lime pointed to her head: "It's broken here!"

Gongsun Jun shrugged his shoulders.

Anyway, this family is the owner of Lime. He and his son, Gongsun Li, have everything to do with clothes and food.

Lime has a strong personality, so father and son dare not provoke her.

"Well, sir, this Kowloon jade belt is the most powerful and generous, so this is it." Lime smiled and selected a jade belt and tied it to Gongsun's waist.

The purple-gold robe is shrouded in deep clouds, and on the waist of the Kowloon Jade Belt, nine small dragon shadows roll over, exuding an exhilarating breath.

Wearing a purple gold high crown, wearing purple boots made of purple dragon silk, the upper body is covered with a dazzling cover.

Gongsun's dress today is comparable to Ji Baijie, the great celestial body of heaven, in terms of luxury and richness.

Coupled with his tall and burly body, and handsome face, his person looks like a sacred palace, with a magnificent and powerful, high above him.

"Mother, is this dress, isn't it ..." Gong Sunyan looked at the figure reflected in the huge crystal mirror, her skin was a little red.

The entire human race follows the simple and rude style of the ancestors. Even the old mothers and mothers have a coarse cloth skirt.

His style is a bit too gorgeous.

Gongsun Jun couldn't help but hesitated again: "Qinger, that heavenly court is now an empty shell. Ji Ting, they are all dead, and the whole warrior has hundreds of millions of soldiers. Great magical powers disappeared. "

Shaking his head, Gongsun Jun sighed, "What an empty shell, what are you letting Luan take over?"

Lime leaned Gongsun Jun for a glance: "What empty shell? What do you know? Not to mention the rest, the methods of refining the Thunder God Boat and the floating clouds in his heavenly courts are far more than the refining skills mastered by Jingdao today ..."

"Moreover, I don't care if the heaven is empty."

"What I care about is how many people can I put in with this empty shell of heaven ..." Lime patted Gongsun's body, and took a few moments of the dust that just fell off to make it clean.

"Responsible for heaven, this is the power my old mother gave me."

"Ji Baijie died, and his group of party feathers died, just right. How many hands and feet did I save?"

"Look at me now, and use this empty shell you said to help us to make a big profit and come back."

Gongsun Jun coughed slightly: "You want to use this empty shell to hold people, I'm afraid it's not so easy? Who will be honest and fill their own elite soldiers?"

Qing Li smiled, and gently treated a long hair of Li Gong Sun Yan, she smiled confidently: "Do you think it is difficult? I see, why is it so simple?"

An hour later, in the core of Jingdao Island, in an old and huge stone hall, six old masters and mothers sitting on the ground, silent like stone carvings.

Lime with a cramped Gongsun Yu, officially appeared in front of the people's leaders.

Behind Gongsun Dai, a group of armored men wearing golden armor, glorious and magnificent, set off Gongsun Dai's extraordinary power.

The so-called human races are the oldest of the human races, which originate from ancient times and can be traced back to the oldest stage of the human race.

Their surnames are directly inherited from those emperors and even gods in myths and legends!

Each of their surnames has branches and leaves, and numerous side branches have been scattered.

They are collectively referred to as 'the people'. In fact, there are more than 500 such ancient clans in the entire human race.

The chiefs of more than 500 clan, the most powerful tribe of the human race, like the ordinary people of the tribe, sit around the fire pit, holding a coarse porcelain bowl and drinking bitter tea.

Seeing the gorgeous and overlying clothes on Gongsun's body, out of the more than five hundred chiefs present, two hundred were less than a few, frowning, and looked very unhappy.

The other three hundred patriarchs smiled, nodded, and looked at Gongsun Li admiringly.

Lime glanced at those unhappy patriarchs, and smiled gently at Gongsun.

Gongsun Yu took a deep breath and let out all his breath.

The horrendous mana frenzy swept in all directions, and three thousand white air rose into the sky, hovering and flying like a dragon behind him. Sensen Dao Yun has reached the extreme. Although he did not break through the ranks, with the help of fellow initiates on the Three Thousand Avenues in Yuan Shi Jing, Gongsun Jun's strength is enough to challenge ordinary ranks.

An old-fashioned old patriarch applauded and laughed: "It's really my family, Kirin, too!"

A quarter of an hour later, the major patriarchs of the human race passed a consensus decision—each clan, selected a group of the most elite elite soldiers, joined the heavenly courts, and were commanded by Gongsun Yu to deal with the human race crisis.