Wuyutian, the southeastern territory, Ning Chen led the army to fight south and north, and laid down a vast territory.
In just one year, the flames of war have spread over a radius of 400,000 miles, and Ning Chen used all the resources he obtained to improve the strength of the 100 Great Sinners and the 3000 Kings, and it finally paid off.
After Yu Lian stepped into the heavenly realm, many of the three thousand kings stepped into the imperial realm one after another, and their combat power doubled.
In order to temper the army behind him, Ning Chen brought a hundred great sinners and three thousand kings to battle constantly, giving them the greatest pressure.
Man's potential is endless, and when he is pushed to the limit, he may explode. For thousands of years, his path has been like this. Although he knows that everyone's path is different, he has no time to wait for these people to slowly. growing up.
Only the most extreme method can force the most extreme results. What he needs is a brave and good army, not too much, just three thousand.
On an immortal mountain, a hundred great sinners and three thousand troops attacked the mountain several times, and the entire immortal mountain was almost destroyed.
In the void, Ning Chen stood quietly, his empty eyes looked at the battle ahead, his expression did not show any waves.
The three thousand army, headed by Yu Lian, continued to attack, the wounded retreated, and the dead buried their bones.
After three days and three nights, Xianshan was finally captured, and all the Tianzun-level powerhouses on the mountain died in battle, and no one survived.
Under the cruel survival law of Wuyutian, people seem to have seen through life and death, and would rather die than surrender.
For such a strong man, Ning Chen gave the highest respect and kept his whole body.
The 3,000-strong army had already lost 30% of the battle after repeated battles. Although Ning Chen was distressed, there was nothing he could do.
War, after all, must be sacrificed. He brought these 3,000 troops. Even if he is already the best in the king's realm, he can't control his own destiny without entering the emperor's way or even in the heavenly realm.
All he can do is help them grow as quickly as possible until each of them can stand on their own.
Under the cold night, Ning Chen set up a spirit gathering formation to help the army heal the wounds. After the battle, one of the hundred great sinners finally died and was buried in a foreign country.
Ning Chen buried the dead sinners with his own hands, and with a handful of black soil, he cast the tombs of the dead.
Beside Ning Chen, Ah Man looked at the tombstone in front of him with sadness in his eyes.
The days of living and dying together over the past year have made each of them no longer strangers and gradually become friends. Now someone suddenly leaves, and I feel so uncomfortable.
Boom!
At this time, on the sky, dark clouds gathered, obscuring the bright moon, and heavy rain poured down, fogging the world.
In the rain, headed by Ning Chen, a hundred people saluted and saw off the deceased.
The sad breath spreads over the immortal mountain, the long night gradually passed, and when the sun was about to rise, the heavy rain stopped.
On the Immortal Mountain, the three thousand army set off again, rushing towards the next target.
At the front of the chariot, Ah Man looked at the white-haired young man beside him, and said softly, "There are only 2,000 people left."
Ning Chen was silent, and after a while, he said, "I know, I will start replenishing my troops."
In the back, Yu Lian sighed softly as she listened to the conversation ahead.
Finally got to this point.
They all came from the realm of the gods and went on an expedition here. They have unspeakable feelings for each other. If possible, they are reluctant to accept strong people from other realms.
However, she knew very well that this was not realistic after all.
As the war becomes more and more cruel, there will definitely be more and more casualties between them. If no more troops are replenished, there will only be more casualties.
"Yu Lian, this matter is left to you."
Ning Chen opened his mouth and said calmly, "You leave with half of the people, mainly to replenish your troops, and come back as soon as possible when the troops are replenished."
"Yes!"
Yu Lian took the order, the figure listened, ordered the generals, and led the army to leave.
Ning Chen continued to move forward with the remaining troops, to fight the next immortal mountain faction.
Ten days later, Ning Chen led the army to capture an immortal mountain again, and after plundering the resources, he led his troops away.
In the southeastern territory, the war was spreading so quickly, in order to plunder enough resources, Ning Chen and the army of the gods that he brought were going crazy, and everywhere they went, there were scorched earth.
Wuyutian, which was already prone to frequent wars, was driven by Ning Chen and others, and the war was centered on the southeastern territory, spreading rapidly to all sides, and as far as his eyes could see, there was smoke everywhere.
Ten months later, Yu Lian rushed back with the army, mighty and amazing.
When the two armies converged, there were 5,000 people in the king's division. It was spectacular. Ning Chen didn't say anything and led the army to continue the battle. However, in the next battle, on an immortal mountain with two old monsters of the Ming Dao realm, Ning Chen was restrained and had no time to help others. An unprecedented tragic battle broke out. Thirteen people were killed by a hundred great sinners. Five Thousand Kings
The teacher of the teacher is even more damaged.
The blood-stained immortal mountain was red all over the place. After Ning Chen killed the two old monsters of the Ming Dao realm, his empty eyes looked at the miserable situation below, and his hands were tightly clenched.
Fortune and misfortune depended on each other. After the tragic World War I, one of the remaining 100 great sinners finally became enlightened and successfully entered the realm of heaven.
On the Immortal Mountain, Yu Lian looked at the wreckage in front of her, her eyes flashing with pain.
Among the casualties, most of them were the kings she recruited. Although the number was large, the quality was much different than the elite teachers they brought from the realm of the gods.
After Ning Chen searched Xianshan, he sighed softly, a look of disappointment flashed across his face.
"Still not?" Aman asked softly.
"No." Ning Chen shook his head.
The Three Soul Grass that the Empress said, even in Wuyutian, is only a legend. In two years, he has destroyed many immortal mountain sects, but he has not received any news.
Aman was silent on the side, and after a while, he said, "I will find it."
Ning Chen nodded, with a smile on his face, and said, "No hurry, the big deal is to turn the whole Wuyu sky over, we still have time."
"Yeah." Ah Man nodded vigorously.
Ning Chen turned around and looked at the army in front of him with empty eyes. Now these people are too weak, he can't let go. When they really grow up and can stand alone, the burden on him will be much lighter.
Ning Chen didn't keep the divine elixir on the mountain, and distributed it to the hundred great sinners and the surviving kings. Then, he continued to move forward with the army.
Not long after the crowd left, a domineering aura appeared in the void. Looking at the crowd leaving in front of them, a condensed color flashed in their eyes.
The white-haired young man was unusual, and he was not sure of winning.
It is really unexpected that such an outstanding powerhouse appeared in the territory of the Butian Pavilion.
In the Butian Pavilion, in the lofty hall, shrouded in mist, one after another illusory figures stood still, unable to see their faces clearly.
"Qingtian hasn't shot yet?" In the hall, a majestic voice sounded and asked.
"No." A woman opened her mouth and replied.
"Strange, why hasn't Qingtian made a move?" The third voice sounded, the vicissitudes of life were abnormal, and it was puzzled.
In the hustle and bustle, everyone was silent, and no one knew the reason.
"Wait a little longer, maybe Qingtian is waiting for the right time." In the hall, the majestic voice sounded again, calmly.
At the same time, in the southeastern territory, Ning Chen continued to fight with the army, destroying one after another immortal mountain faction, and while sharpening the army, he tried his best to find the whereabouts of the Three Soul Grass.
In the blink of an eye, the third year passed, and Ning Chen led the army to lay down a million miles of territory.
Finally, in the territory of millions of miles, there was a Tianzun who saw the power of Zhiming, and took the initiative to come and depend.
At this point, Ning Chen began to truly gain a firm foothold in Wuyutian.
In the fourth year, after fully recuperating, Ning Chen led the army to continue the northern expedition, and the war ignited again.
In the past four years, there were already seven Heavenly Venerates around Ning Chen. Although they were all in the Taoist realm, they had made a qualitative leap compared to before.
Millions of miles around, the Ning word battle flag is planted on every immortal mountain, and no one dares to follow the army.
People do not know the origin of the owner of the battle flag, only that their army is called the commander-in-chief, or Ninghou.
In four years, from being silent, to one of the princes, Ning's teacher, began to play his own prestige.
In the fifth year, the arrival of the unstoppable, finally, a night of thunder and lightning, Aman survived the catastrophe and stepped into the heaven.
That night, an unprecedented smile appeared on Ning Chen's tired face, as if he was even happier than his own preaching.
Rarely, Ning Chen stopped fighting for three months, and let the army stop and rest.
In the past five years, the army under Ning Chen's command has been no less than 100,000, but the real Ning's division is still only 3,000, which remains unchanged.
The teacher of a hundred battles, unless someone is killed in battle, will not attract new people.
"Master, go further, it is the boundary of Jiuxiao."
On the boundless wasteland, Yu Lian looked at the master in front of her and reminded.
Jiuxiao is the most powerful force in the southeastern territory except for the Heavenly Patching Pavilion.
Ning Chen stared straight ahead with his empty eyes. After a long time, he opened his mouth and said, "After dawn, send troops."
"Yes!" Yu Lian said respectfully.
The next day, the sky was just bright, and Ning Chen led the army to set off again to fight Jiuxiao.
In the void, Qingtian saw the mighty army in front of him, the figure flashed and disappeared.
In the Butian Pavilion, in the Temple of Butian, the streamers converged, the sky appeared, and walked into the hall.
In the main hall, a group of powerful figures looked puzzled when they saw the person coming.
"Qingtian, is the mission completed?" Above the main hall, the Master of the Butian Pavilion asked.
"No." Qingtian shook his head and said calmly, "I didn't shoot."
"Why?" The Master of the Butian Pavilion asked with a sinking expression.
"I'm not sure to beat him." Qingtian said truthfully.
"joke."
In the hall, a vicissitudes of life sounded, and said coldly, "Retreat without fighting, Qingtian, how can you be worthy of the name of the God of War?"
Qingtian sneered and said, "If the elders are confident, they can take action by themselves. The battle of words is meaningless."
"presumptuous!"
In the main hall, the Master of the Butian Pavilion said solemnly, "Qingtian, don't be rude."
Qingtian restrained his breath and stopped provoking.
"With your strength, you are not even sure. It seems that this person is really not to be underestimated."
The Master of the Butian Pavilion said, "Where has he hit now?"
"Jiuxiao." Qingtian said calmly, "At most a hundred days, Jiuxiao will become scorched earth, I promise."