Chapter 1544

The sun world, the Ming moon Dynasty.

At the end of the four counties in Xianwu region, there are manghuang county and Xuanlong city.

In the towering sword like buildings.

Countless figures in black armor shuttled back and forth among them.

Huge figures hundreds of meters in size opened their eyes, their eyes lit up and moved forward.

In the sky, from scratch, a huge floating combat ship with a body length of miles appeared slowly. There are three or four Li in size and twenty or thirty Li in size.

On both sides of the sword shaped building group, the light of various transmission arrays is constantly rising. Teams of fierce warriors come out of the building and gather in the center of the building.

Thunderstorms all over the sky come down from the sky, lightning and thunder, but all the rain curtains just fall down and disappear quietly. The thunder and lightning crisscross into a river, but they are led to the top of those sword like buildings and gather into blue solid electric balls.

Roar!

A golden dragon with wings on its back flies all the way across the sky, straight through a snow-white staircase, all the way up.

The Dragon flew over the magnificent buildings, over the converging army, and finally landed in the center of the complex, a huge bronze hall.

There are only seven seats in the hall, divided into two rows, three on the left and three on the right, and one in the middle.

The Dragon fell straight under the middle seat, lying at the foot of a cold looking man sitting on the seat.

"Sit down now!"

The man spoke slowly.

Whew!

The Dragon raised its head and let out a sharp roar. A pillar of fire gushed out of its mouth and rushed into the air.

In the distance, the drums roared at the same time, and the heavy trumpets across the sky.

In the first position on the left hand side, a middle-aged man with red hair and fire armor emerged slowly.

"Lord of XuanHuo City, be mad without fire, take your seat!"

There are two red flames burning in the man's eyes, and the air around him is distorted and empty. Behind it is a Red Army standing on the plain, with banners and banners flapping like fire.

The second position is a woman with black armour. Her breath is cold and silent.

"Dark night city, night Mulan, take a seat!"

Behind the woman, as if there are countless shadows in the distortion, transformation.

In the third position, an old man's whole body was covered in a black robe. He could not see his face clearly, but could only hear his voice.

"Master of xuance City, travel in the daytime and take your seat!"

right.

The first position, in silence, had already been sat down by a man who was two meters tall and whose arm muscles were as strong as a dragon.

"Lord of Xuanwu City, fight against the enemy, take your seat!"

In the second position, a gentle young man, wearing a scholar's uniform and holding a volume of books in his hand, sat down quietly with a smile on his face.

"Xuanji City, Ji unparalleled, take a seat!"

The third position, a strong wind suddenly rolled up, the wind was sharp, but could not blow out the square seat.

"Ji Wushuang, night Mulan, I haven't seen you for a long time..."

Wind breath, a blue man has appeared, holding a roasted chicken leg.

"Xuanlin City, no shadow in the forest, take a seat!"

The rumbling sound came from outside.

The heavy bronze gate of the hall closed slowly.

Bang!

The bronze gate, which is nearly 100 meters high, is completely closed without any gap. A pale gold flame lights up the hall, illuminating all directions.

Above the theme, the old man slowly glances around, a streamer pops out of his hand, passes through all the people, and then disappears.

"Now, you have received the official order from the imperial court. Next, the war conference will officially begin."

"This time, half of the forces of Wucheng in manghuang county are summoned. Even the old people come here in person. Don't tell me that the situation is so severe?" Wearing red fire armour, the Lord of XuanHuo city is crazy without fire.

"Wu Yudi, your Xuanwu city is closest to Xuankong city. The demon battlefield suddenly comes to Xuankong city. I heard that the old boy of Donghuang Changqing had run away, but you haven't run yet? It's not easy! " With that, he looked at the opposite Wu Yu enemy.

As soon as the enemy's eyes were raised, the evil spirit rushed out of his body, but he suppressed the fire in his heart and tried not to look at it.

"After the death of Wucheng, there will not be a retreat. If you don't care about it, you'd better take care of your red fire army and don't retreat."

"Ha ha, you don't have to worry about the enemy." With a sneer, a flame rose slowly in his hand, and dozens of faces were crying.

Those are all the restless elements in Wucheng that he killed not long ago.

Wu Yu's enemy glanced at him. He didn't want to look at him again. The more he looked, the more angry he was.

"Now, discuss about the new demon battlefield coming to Xuankong city."

On the theme, there was the voice of the old man's indifference. What happened just now is not worth his attention.

……

Xuankong city.

Deep in the woods near donglinbao.

The black and red light flickered in Wang Xu's hands, then disappeared, and finally condensed into a new soul bead.

He calmly put away the soul bead, and his eyes were not satisfied.

"The quality of hunzhu is too bad. It has less and less influence on my spirit. We must have better sacrifices to lure more powerful demons."

Up to now, he has a deeper understanding of his own spirit. He knew in his mind how much spirit power he needed to be away from the high-ranking wuzun.

The level of spirit determines the level of wuzun. Each step will be a new sublimation and a change in the essence of life.

Of course, the spirit only represents a state of martial arts, but it does not determine its combat effectiveness.

Such as Shenwu space!

Wuzun who has opened up his own space of Shenwu will definitely crush wuzun who has no space of Shenwu.

Shenwu space is also different. For wuzun, as long as it's not in the same realm, you have to fight before you know who is strong and who is weak.

"If the total number of spirits is about 26000, which is more than the 10000 limit of the lower wuzun, but far less than the lowest 100000 value of the higher wuzun..."

Wang Xu pinched his fingers and looked down at the big black and gray pit at his feet.

After becoming a wuzun, many martial artists will spontaneously participate in various demon battlefields. In addition to collecting the necessary cultivation materials for wuzun, there are more important reasons to collect spirits.

Some spirits of demons are stronger than human beings, and some are weaker than human beings. Killing demons, collecting spirits, refining them into soul crystals and absorbing them are far more acceptable than killing the same kind.

Of course, it does not rule out that some evil people do not dare to kill demons, but enjoy killing human beings.

"But in that way, the efficiency is far lower than that of the spirit beads of the demons. What the soul crystals refine is only the fragments of the spirit, but the spirit beads are the complete and pure source of the spirit."

Wang Xu's eyes twinkled. In the last life, like most other wuzuns, he practiced by killing enemies, gathering spirit fragments and refining soul crystals.

But the Soul Crystal swallowed more, but there is a hidden danger, that is the heart devil.

But now with the means of trapping and killing demons, the efficiency is higher, and he can directly avoid this hidden danger.

After all, he killed all the demons who entered the body by taking advantage of emptiness. Where can there be demons in the heart?

Wang Xu is about to finish his patrol and return to donglinbao.

At this time, suddenly, there was a faint voice in the distance.

"There's a fire over there. Go and have a look!"