Previously, in order to save the Tongtian Martial God, Song Yan was killed by the Zuowang Martial God with a sword and exploded into blood mist.
Later, neither of them noticed that the blood mist did not dissipate, but continued to stay in mid-air.
It wasn't until Tongtian Martial God was defeated by Zuowang Martial God and stepped on the ground that the blood mist surged crazily and condensed into a brand new body in a very short period of time.
The Tongtian Martial God has heard about the matter of seizing one's body and being reborn.
But she had never heard of a person surviving after being bombarded into a ball of blood mist, but today, she saw it with her own eyes.
Feeling the change in Tongtian Martial God's expression, Zuowang Martial God subconsciously looked back, just in time to see Song Yan's re-condensed body. For a moment, a look of confusion appeared on his face.
"You...what are you doing?"
"You're not dead, are you?" Song Yan grinned, and the soul-suppressing seal took shape at this moment and flew out...
Zuowang Wushen felt his eyes blur, and then a black shadow submerged into his body, and then he lost consciousness.
"Give up resistance!"
Song Yan ordered.
Immediately, the flames on Zuowang Martial God's body were extinguished.
Taking one step forward, Song Yan came to Zuowang Martial God. The power of luck in his body was running at full strength, gathered in one palm, and slapped Zuowang Martial God on the head.
"Buzz!"
The power of this palm was so strong that it exploded, swallowing up the entire body of the God of War, and distorting the surrounding space.
The next moment, the light dissipated, and there was nothing left except a spinning diamond-shaped godhead.
"Are you OK?"
Song Yan put away the godhead, and then stretched out his hand to pull the Tongtian Martial God.
"Can you put your clothes on?" Tongtian Martial God closed his eyes shyly.
Hearing this, Song Yan looked down and realized that he was actually naked. When he had just condensed his body, he was busy using the soul-suppressing seal. He didn't even have time to put on his clothes. For a moment, his old face turned red and he quickly took out his clothes. Putting on a set of robes: "Okay, you can open your eyes!"
Pulling the Tongtian Martial God out of the pit, Song Yan injected three divine lights of life into her body. However, her physical injuries have healed, but her divine power has been consumed too much. I am afraid that even the first level of her peak The strength cannot be displayed.
Obviously, Song Yan also saw her weakness, and with a thought in his heart, he took out the Godhead of the Misty Martial God and handed it to her: "Take it and absorb this Godhead, and your strength should be restored!"
Tongtian Martial God looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression.
Song Yan also looked at her.
After a long while, Tongtian Martial God finally spoke: "You should keep this godhead. My cultivation level can slowly recover!"
"Okay! If you need anything, just ask!"
Song Yan didn't show any pretense and put away his godhead again. With these two godheads, he could cultivate two martial gods in a short period of time.
After dismantling the formation and recovering the top-quality spiritual crystals, Song Yan returned to the palace with the Tongtian Martial God.
The next day, an edict announced to the world that Tongtian Martial God was appointed as the national advisor of the Great Martial Empire.
As the edict spread, Song Yan felt that the power of luck in his body had increased to a certain extent. It seemed that Tongtian Martial God became the national master, which made all the people of the world more focused.
In a small courtyard deep in the palace.
The tea stove was steaming. Song Yan, Dongfang Tianya, and Duanmuchong were sitting around the stone table. The person serving tea and pouring water was actually Lingfei Ning Ling. This made Duanmuchong a little uneasy, but it was Dongfang Tianya. Ya felt calm. After all, no matter how Song Yan's identity changed, he would still be his disciple. It was natural for Ning Ling to serve him tea and water.
Seeing Dongfang Tianya's calm expression, Duanmu Chong regretted it very much. If he had been ruthless enough to take Song Yan as his apprentice, there would be nothing wrong with Dongfang.
"Master, Uncle Duanmu, I called you here today because I want to ask for your opinion on something!" Song Yan said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, please speak!" Duanmu Chong said respectfully.
"Today there are no kings and ministers, only elders and juniors."
Song Yan waved his hand, then flipped his palms, and two godheads appeared in his palm: "These are two godheads. If they are refined, they can become martial gods. However, after refining, your cultivation will never be able to surpass these two godhead masters. I wonder if master and uncle are willing to refine it?"
Dongfang Tianya and Duanmu Chong looked at each other and saw the heat in each other's eyes.
God of War, the pinnacle of warriors.
No matter how confident they are, they don't think they can reach the level of the God of War.
Therefore, even if their cultivation can no longer improve after refining the godhead, they are still very willing to refine the godhead.
In the end, Dongfang Tianya obtained the divinity of the Zuowang Martial God, and Duanmu Chong obtained the divinity of the Mist Martial God. Moreover, they were in seclusion in the palace. Once they were completely refined, the Dawu Empire would have two more Martial Gods.
The civil strife of the human race has subsided, but the demon and demon races have not stopped attacking the seven battlefields.
Judging from the battle reports coming in every day, this time the demon and demon tribes did not look like a feint attack, but rather seemed to really intend to join forces to destroy the human race.
Therefore, the formation that could have lasted for three months could be broken in one month at most under the crazy attacks of the two demon clans.
However, one month is enough.
Tiangongyuan.
After a period of continuous research and development, the academicians of the Tiangong Academy modified the black gunpowder formula given by Song Yan and formulated a gunpowder that was ten times more powerful. And, in accordance with Song Yan's requirements, they produced A very large fire mine.
Seeing the pumpkin-sized fire thunder in front of him, Song Yan's expression was a little strange. According to an academician from the Tiangong Academy, each of these fire thunders weighed a hundred kilograms. If placed in the real world, such fire thunders would definitely be the most powerful. It's useless, why? It's too heavy. Even a super bombardier wouldn't be able to bear it.
But in this world, even a warrior at the body refining level can throw a hundred kilograms of fire thunder tens of meters away. As for a warrior at the Qi refining level, he can easily throw a hundred kilograms of fire thunder several hundred meters away, or even Thousands of meters.
As for the power, you have to try it.
"Somebody come!"
Two soldiers from the ninth level of Qi Refining arrived: "See your Majesty!"
"Flat body!"
Song Yan nodded.
Then, the two soldiers each picked up a fire mine, opened the cover on it, and threw it out.
Two fire thunders flew down five hundred meters away at the same time.
"Boom! Boom!"
Two shocking loud noises were heard.
When the smoke dissipated, a five- to six-meter deep pit appeared where the two fire mines landed, and there were dense small holes around the pit. This was because there was a layer of iron beads inside the fire mines. Those small holes It was the iron beads in the fire thunder that penetrated it.
The explosive power of the fire thunder is already comparable to the Grandmaster's full blow, but in terms of lethality, it is several times higher than the Grandmaster. If a fire thunder is thrown into hundreds of people, at least a hundred people can be killed. Others People will more or less be injured by the explosive iron balls.
"How many fire thunders can be made in a day now?" Song Yan looked at the dean of Tiangongyuan and asked.
"Your Majesty, Tiangongyuan has limited manpower and can only produce a thousand fire thunders every day!"
Song Yan frowned and said, "A thousand coins is too few. I want at least 100,000 coins every day. You write a note and send it to the cabinet, and I will ask the cabinet to fully cooperate!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
After leaving Tiangongyuan, Song Yan made arrangements and headed to the Imperial Master's Palace. Yes, after being named the Imperial Master, Tongtian Martial God lived in the palace to recover. Before that, he promised Tongtian Martial God a hundred years of life and had given her five years. Ten years, and now he plans to give her the remaining fifty years.
Author's digression: Three updates, today's update is completed (to be continued)