The world after the holy steps is more expansive and rich than Tang Tian imagined. He suddenly had a feeling that he had entered a whole new world, with too many new things that he didn't understand.
But he didn't have the slightest worry and fear, but was full of curiosity. These things are really interesting.
The situation in Hangu City seemed to be in an ingenious balance, and everyone seemed to have certain scruples, no matter whether it was Elder Mu or Elder Rongchang, they didn't mess around. On the contrary, it is not as good as when Ye Chaoge was in the wolf seat, the kind of sweeping and unscrupulous, killing people like picking up grass.
Tang Tian didn't know why, and he didn't bother to think about it.
He made a full circle and returned to camp. This time, it can be said that he returned with a full load, and the harvest was far beyond his imagination. Xiao Er was devouring the holy soul, but Tang Tian was eagerly reading the soul book he bought.
After reaching the holy rank, a lot of knowledge cannot be described in words, so soul books appeared. The soul book is the main way for the saints to record.
The production of the soul book is not complicated. The soul is used as the medium, and most of the fragments of the soul are used. These fragments don't do much, but they can carry a lot of information.
This soul book is not a high-end product, but some superficial common sense of saints. It has to be said that the things of the saints are not cheap, and the price of such a common sense soul book is 100 million star coins.
For Tang Tian now, this is what he needs most.
He has many, many doubts, and he can get answers from it. For example, he knows what a holy soul is. When a saint dies, he usually doesn't leave his martial soul behind, because the holy man's martial soul has already turned into a soul domain. Only in some very special circumstances, the saint will leave the martial soul, which is the holy soul.
The greatest function of the holy soul is to increase the soul value and expand the soul domain.
The soul domain is like a field owned by a saint, and the soul art is like the crops planted on it. The larger the field, the more crops can be planted.
Only now did Tang Tian understand how important the soul value is, this is the territory!
Not only does one need enough soul value to practice soul art, but even with the deepening understanding of soul art. Soul art will also continue to improve and advance, and will occupy more soul points. If the soul value is not enough, even the soul art will be difficult to improve.
Xiaoer's previous soul value was just enough to practice teleportation.
In addition to the great power and variety of soul treasures, its biggest advantage is that it does not take up soul points. For a saint, every soul point is extremely precious.
Pain appeared on Xiao Er's face, and his body was shaking violently.
Tang Tian was startled, he was connected with Xiao Er's mind, he could clearly feel Xiao Er's pain. Xiao Er's delicate and lovely face was distorted and ferocious, and now it was billowing like mist, as if a monster was about to break free from it, and his face was constantly changing.
"kill… "
The voice full of pain and anger, deep and hoarse, is another person entirely!
Xiao Er's body melted into a cloud of mist, violently churning.
not good!
Without even thinking about it, Tang Tian put his hand into the fog.
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Back at the residence, Ye Chaoge hesitated for a moment, then said: "Elder, should we..."
He made a slashing movement with his hand, the elder is in such a mess today, I'm afraid his heart is already depressed.
Rong Bo chuckled and said, "Chao Ge, you are still young, so you like to kill people directly. But you have to remember that when you can use a knife, try not to use a knife, especially in a complicated situation."
Ye Chaoge was taken aback, he carefully recalled the details of today, and thoughtfully said: "Could it be that my lord..."
"Don't just trust your eyes." Rong Bo chuckled: "Is the dawn so important? No matter how you calculate it, it's not even one-twentieth of the Holy Soul. Others think that I want to prevent it from falling into the hands of the Black Soul." And lose your mind. In fact, when I knew you were defeated by him, I decided to get rid of him."
Ye Chaoge was shocked.
"Failure is not a big deal. When I was young, I failed many times." Rong Bo put away the smile on his face, with a serious expression: "You have no shortage of talent and hard work, and your current strength is much stronger than mine back then. .You are definitely not likely to be defeated casually, the opponent is not simple, and, I have a hunch, he is our enemy."
"It's a good deal to trade a holy soul for a potentially dangerous enemy without attracting attention." Rong Bo chuckled, gentle and harmless: "That holy soul was stripped from a death row prisoner."
"Death prisoner?" Ye Chaoge was startled again.
"His name is William!" Rong Bo laughed as if thinking of something happy.
Ye Chaoge's mind was shocked, his face suddenly turned pale, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.
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Outside Yuheng City, fierce battles continued.
Tang Chou's army has a clear advantage. After experiencing the battle of Kaiyang City, although they suffered considerable losses, the tragic war greatly improved the soldiers.
The running-in between the corps has also been initially completed. The Beidou fighters are powerless to resist in front of such an army.
Tang Chou looked up at the four small black spots in the sky.
In the battle of Kaiyang City, they encountered two saints. The saint who couldn't fly was quickly killed by them, while the other saint who could fly caused them considerable losses. The advantage of the flying saint in the battle is too strong, coming and going like the wind, Qinggong can't catch up at all, which Tang Chou didn't expect before.
The soul technique is powerful, and it is far from being comparable to martial arts. In a very short period of time, Tang Chou lost more than fifty people, which made him extremely angry.
But Tang Chou quickly found the weakness of this saint, which was the attacking distance.
The opponent was unable to launch an attack from a hundred feet away. Tang Chou immediately responded when he found this flaw. The corps shrank and adjusted the distance between the corps.
This saint prefers to fight alone, so the threat to the corps is limited, but this has already made Tang Chou feel great pressure.
Tang Chou rejoiced in his heart that these saints were relatively common types. I heard that the lord has practiced a kind of soul art that can teleport. In Tang Chou's opinion, is there any soul art that is more suitable for melee combat
I haven't encountered the terrifying existence that can detonate the star stone in the legend.
For ordinary saints, there are some limitations, such as true power, no matter what kind of soul technique is used, it will consume true power. And the true power in the saint's body is not endless.
The advantage of the corps is quantity, ants kill elephants more, but how to make good use of their own advantages is the ability of generals.
Tang Chou stared coldly at the saints in the sky.
In the battle on the ground, they already have an absolute advantage. If the saints don't make a move, the battle will be more inclined to them. The saints in the sky can overlook the entire battlefield, and they are more clear about the situation of the battle.
The four little black dots started to move.
Can't help it? Tang Chou's eyes turned cold.
There is nothing that trains generals better than continuous wars. Tang Chou commanded four corps, Tang Yi's Jackal Corps, Lu Di's Net Hunting Corps, Tatton's Plateau Corps and Huangfu Hong's Iron Fist Corps.
Except for Huangfu Hong's Iron Fist Corps, which was newly formed, the other three Corps remained relatively intact, but added new blood. Not to mention the strength of the four, Tang Yi is always the sharpest knife. Lu Di has the best overall view, is young, and has the highest future achievements. Tatton has a tough personality, a pragmatic style, and an extremely stable defense. However, Huangfu Hong is rigorous and meticulous in his methods, but he is a militant in his heart and likes to fight hard.
Most of the Iron Fist Corps were selected from the military fighters of the Bronze Base of Three Soul City, including the group of people trained by Tang Chou in the past. Huangfuhong's previous corps was a heavily armed corps, in fact it was a half-organized corps. Huangfu Hong has been staying in Three Souls City, studying with the soldiers while participating in the formulation of training and training plans for each echelon. He has rich experience.
Bing dared to throw his hands away and follow Tang Tian to the sextant seat, of course he had enough confidence. These four corps are his confidence. Lu Di may have the potential to become a famous player in the future, and the other three are impossible, but the level of these three is quite good, solid, and worthy of trust.
In the continuous battles, although there were casualties, everyone's tacit understanding was gradually increasing.
"The front line shrinks, cuttlefish!"
Huangfuhong's spirited shout resounded in the chaotic battlefield, and the cuttlefish shuddered.
The organ soul armor in front retreated like a tide, and the opponent's cheers resounded loudly, and they also followed like a tide. Squid's organ soul armor took the lead, rushing towards the teammate who was recovering in front, and he shouted at the throat: "Tactics number five!"
On both sides of him, two hundred Mechanism Soul Armors rushed after him with all their strength, the wind whistling in their ears, everyone's breath involuntarily became heavy and excited, the momentum of the two hundred Mechanism Soul Armors charging at the same time was extremely enjoyable, boom boom boom The steps are dense and heavy, converging into one, shaking the ground.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, and it seems that the two sides are about to collide head-on.
Mo Zi glanced at the organ soul armor controlled by Mo Wuwei who retreated in front of him, and laughed wildly: "We still have to rely on us for tough battles!"
The organ soul armors running wildly roared in unison.
The distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer, thirty feet... twenty-five feet... twenty feet... fifteen feet!
The cuttlefish suddenly showed a ferocious look, and roared: "Kill!"
"kill!"
Two hundred roars gathered into a torrent.
Two hundred mechanical soul armors sprinting with all their strength rose into the sky at the same time, and passed by their teammates dangerously. They flew into the sky like shells fired from their chambers, and smashed down to the ground with a terrifying momentum!
The warriors who came from behind like a tide did not expect it at all, they only felt that the sky above their heads darkened, and before they could react, the blazing light suddenly lit up, making them almost unable to open their eyes.
Each organ soul armor swings three knives, and six hundred knives with a length of more than three feet are intertwined into a net of knives.
He smashed into this group of people.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and countless horrified and desperate screams rang out at the same time.
boom!
Two hundred organ soul armors fell to the ground at the same time, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts. However, the flustered Beidou fighters did not notice the posture of these organ soul armors when they landed.
Bend your knees deeply and lean forward.
The two hundred organ soul armors just landed, like two hundred bronze heavy balls, suddenly ejected!
The blade glowed like weaving, piercing fiercely into the crowd, countless blood shot out, and a large area was immediately vacated in the dense crowd.
boom!
Two hundred mechanism soul armors landed at the same time again, raising smoke and dust all over the sky.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, Beidou Warrior looked at the group of bronze monsters in horror. The meandering river of blood and the scattered corpses under the giant bronze feet have become the best footnotes of these bronze monsters.
Ferocious, cold, killing!