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The Prairie Temple has been left far behind. Under the siege of the heavy legions of the Blood Qin Empire, the clergy of the Prairie Temple who had no will to fight to the death hastily retreated, leaving behind the magnificent temple they built under the worship of countless believers for countless years.
Ahead, the sky is filled with yellow sand, and on top of the towering mountain peaks, the golden desert temple stands majestically in sight. A large number of priests from the Desert Temple wearing dark yellow divine robes and priests from the Prairie Temple wearing dark green divine robes were suspended above the temple, assuming a posture of fighting to the death without taking a step back.
Within nearly a thousand miles around the desert temple, the Golden Horde Forbidden Army of the ten nomadic khanates have gathered here. These Golden Horde Forbidden Forces are the elites of the Khans directly under the control of the major khanates. In terms of morale, equipment, and personal combat effectiveness, they are far superior to ordinary nomadic armies.
Master Yin looked at the desert temple in the distance with a gloomy face, and then coughed lightly. In a fierce battle with Thames, the God of Seasons, the Yin Master was severely injured. Originally, his best choice was to return to Penglai and reuse a spare body. But for some reason, he was suddenly filled with a strong sense of fear about returning to Penglai, so he still stayed in the Blood Qin army despite his severely injured body.
Several Tianmiao elders with shaved scalps put their hands in their sleeves and stood firmly beside Master Yin.
They also looked at the desert temple where the army was preparing for war, with a sarcastic sneer on their faces. In the ancient divine war, the God of the Desert and the God of the Grassland suffered extremely heavy injuries. In the subsequent religious wars, these twin brothers, who were mavericks, refused to form an alliance with any of the gods, so much so that They are always under attack from all sides.
Today, they are no longer able to protect their believers, right
"Get ready to attack!" An elder from the Heavenly Temple laughed triumphantly: "By breaking through the Desert Temple, the continental bridge collapsed without a fight, and we can reach the Western Continent directly. This is a supreme feat, and the gods will be satisfied. "
Master Yin glanced at these Tianmiao elders angrily, and he laughed gloomily: "It's better to be careful. You know, the Continental Bridge can last for so many years without falling. But they have their reasons."
Several Tianmiao elders looked at each other. An elder who was wearing a black robe with a large number of gods and demons embroidered with gold thread on the sleeves smiled and shook his head: "Of course they have their reasons, but if there is a conspiracy, If Master can help us wholeheartedly, with the power of Penglai, what are two temples and one continental bridge?"
Master Yin glanced at these Tianmiao elders coldly for a long time. He then looked up at the sky and sneered slowly: "The agreement I reached with your god is that the Penglai Divine Army will never serve as cannon fodder or scapegoats. Don't forget it. If your people take the lead, I will order mine. People are always behind to provide reinforcements.”
With a slight smile, several Tianmiao elders nodded gently. Then one of the elders pointed toward the sky, and a ray of red light shot out. After flying several thousand meters into the sky, it suddenly exploded into a rain of light all over the sky.
A low chanting sound rang out, and countless Tianmiao warriors with shaved scalps, wearing black attire and holding heavy iron staffs, strode out of the Blood Qin Empire's camp. They chanted the names of the gods they believed in, and dazzling dark golden divine light spurted out from their bodies. Their bodies expanded rapidly. In the blink of an eye, their bodies swelled to a height of five meters.
The possession of divine power and the indestructibility of the Vajra are secretly taught by the Heavenly Temple. A battle formation technique that can only be used by fanatics. After receiving the blessing of divine power from across the sky, the combat power of these fanatic believers can increase at least ten times, and they are invulnerable. Even super-level magic can only slightly damage them. Unless the forbidden spell is activated, it is impossible to cause any damage to their bodies. Too much damage.
At least 100,000 such Tianmiao fanatics walked out of the military formation. Behind them was the huge siege army of the Blood Qin Empire. The huge trebuchet, the complex magic bed crossbow, and the amazingly powerful magic repeating crossbow could not be seen at a glance. They were pushed with difficulty by countless logistics soldiers of the Blood Qin Empire, and slowly kept up with these fanatic believers in the Temple of Heaven.
Large swaths of purple smoke erupted from the military camp, and the same hundred thousand Penglai Divine Army did not make any sound, and walked out of the military camp lightly as if they were riding the wind. They followed closely behind the fanatical believers in the Temple of Heaven. Purple light flashed in everyone's eyes, as intimidating as the blades of a knife.
Tens of thousands of Heavenly Temple worshipers flew into the sky silently. They chanted scriptures at the same time. Huge magical elements rushed in from all directions. The huge magic fluctuations shook the protective barrier of the Desert Temple. ripples.
The Blood Qin Empire Palace is a castle driven by a magic furnace that can travel rapidly on the ground. There is an exquisite palace that is two miles long and wide and made of metal. Now Ying Zheng is standing in the watchtower at the highest point of the palace, staring at the attacking army with cold eyes.
"Zhao Lu, how long do you think it will take us to capture the Desert Temple this time?" A black light flashed in his eyes, and Ying Zheng turned to look at Zhao Lu, the palace manager who was standing by.
Zhao Lu bowed to Ying Zheng with a smile and saluted: "Report to your majesty, your majesty personally led the expedition. All parties were shocked and bowed. The grassland temple was easily captured in just a few months. Now the people in the desert temple are nothing more than stubborn resistance. , the rabble whose morale has collapsed, in my humble opinion, they can withstand my bloody Qin Ruchao offensive for at most half a month, and then they will be defeated."
"Half a month?" Ying Zheng shook his head noncommittally: "How could the Prairie Temple have blocked us for several months? At that time, there were no people from the Desert Temple to help. If the Desert Temple is now the combined power of the two major temples For one, if we can capture it in just half a month, Zhao Lu, your words are more effective than the oracle."
Zhao Lu smiled, and glanced at Ying Zheng with a low eyebrow: "Your Majesty is joking, the old slave is just a disabled person, how can he dare to compare with the gods? But once Your Majesty conquers the Continental Bridge, the army will After conquering the Western Continent, and then crossing the ocean to conquer the world, that person will be the true lord of the world, and no god can compare to His Majesty."
Ying Zheng sneered, and he slowly sat on a throne behind him. Through the window, he looked at the fanatic believers in the Temple of Heaven who had begun to attack the Desert Temple, and then nodded gently: "If you want To conquer the Desert Temple within half a month, I’m afraid we need an insider to succeed, right?”
Zhao Lu was stunned, then he smiled and lowered his waist: "Your Majesty is joking, is there any insider in this desert temple?"
After being silent for a while, Ying Zheng hooked his finger at Zhao Lu. Zhao Lu hurriedly walked to Ying Zheng and got in front of Ying Zheng without any precautions. Suddenly, countless black dragon scales like blades appeared on Ying Zheng's arms. His fingers grew several times longer. A dragon claw about a foot wide came together and penetrated Zhao Lu's body like a sharp knife. Ajna.
There was a 'puff' sound, and Zhao Lu, who was caught off guard, was instantly killed by Ying Zheng's blow. Even his soul was shattered by Ying Zheng's blow, and all the soul fragments were madly sucked into his body by Ying Zheng. The World-Destroying Black Qiu is the most brutal and evil bloodline among the Zhulong clan. Every cell in Ying Zheng's body was cheering for joy. Zhao Lu, who was extremely shocked, stared at Ying Zheng, and then his body suddenly Collapse, every drop of his flesh and blood was sucked clean by Ying Zheng.
The bones all over his body crackled together, and the internal organs in his body made a faint thunderous sound. Black air seeped out from Ying Zheng's pores, wrapping his body into a huge black cocoon. After a full quarter of an hour, Ying Zheng let out a gentle breath. The black cocoon on his body gradually dissipated, and his aura was obviously nearly doubled.
"Zhao Lu, I treat you well!" With a sigh, Ying Zheng showed a sinister and ferocious sneer: "But you are not mine, so why should I keep you? This bloodline of mine is not It is truly extraordinary that after devouring your flesh and blood, it can almost double my strength, which shows that your cultivation level is also extraordinary!"
"It seems that I have been sleeping for ten thousand years, and all of this palace enshrinement group are your disciples, so what's the point of staying here?"
With a strange and sinister smile, Ying Zheng picked up the palace steward's Manglong robe left by Zhao Lu on the ground, crushed it into the smallest powder, and let it fly away in the wind. Looking at the powder floating on his hands, Ying Zheng clapped his hands gently: "Come here! Some more!"
Eight old eunuchs with cold and biting auras quietly walked into the watchtower. They knelt on the ground respectfully and kowtowed to Ying Zheng. Ying Zheng looked at these eight old eunuchs with astonishing strength and walked slowly in front of them. Without the slightest resistance or the slightest precaution, the eight old eunuchs who had completed their first transformation through thousands of years of hard training were easily killed by Ying Zheng.
After swallowing all the energy of the eight people, Ying Zheng's aura more than doubled again.
Taking a deep breath, Ying Zheng destroyed all the clothes of the eight old eunuchs with satisfaction, and then nodded with satisfaction: "Zhao Lu, this old dog, has done some things in recent years. These old eunuchs have done something good." Dogs only obey his orders, but they all forget that I am their master. What is the use of raising slaves like this? But there are many people in the palace enshrinement group, and 80% of them are demigods or above... "
A strange black aura flashed across Ying Zheng's face: "Perhaps, after I absorb them all, my strength will be comparable to those high-altitude main gods, right? Then I will bring in those confidants with different aspirations around me. 'Absorb them all, and I will spend thousands of years of hard work to build a Blood Qin Empire that is a hundred times more powerful! At that time, I can truly sweep across the eight wastelands and become the lord of the world!" (To be continued.)