Chapter 79 They may never be cut off! Countless earth beasts and earth spirits that mobilize the earth veins. The terrifying feeling of oppression, even if it was just an illusion, made them breathe faster. The worst earth beast is equivalent to the ninth level of Qi training on Earth! One after another, the [Mountain Patrol] activated the Overlord Spear and formed a defense line to stop these earth beasts. Even if the beasts on earth or the mechas are powerful, it is difficult to cross the line! “Is this the war our ancestors experienced?” "I suddenly feel that these monsters are nothing." "The ancestors were so powerful, so of course the enemies they faced were not bad either. The Earth Spirit Clan should also belong to the Immortal God Clan, the evil god camp." Qionghua analyzed calmly: "In this battle, our ancestors won!" They already knew the result, and they also knew that after this battle, the power of their ancestors would enter a period of rapid growth. "Although I already knew the outcome, and unlike Xiaorou, I was not able to be there in person, but at least I saw the battle with my own eyes." Zhao Yuan stared at the war scene intently.
The earth veins are like long dragons, crisscrossing the void. This is the power of [Mountain Patrol]. "That's the Moonlight mecha, Master Mingyue." Fang Rou introduced. "She should be from the Guanghan Palace, right?" Zhao Yuan looked at Shi Mingyue in the picture with a solemn and respectful expression. Looking back, Shi Mingyue should be the ancestor of his sect. 嗡 A streak of light rippled, and a ray of dark light flew out from the void and sank into Qin Shaofeng's body. As the light entered the body, the illusion slowly disappeared. "What was that just now?" Qionghua was slightly startled. She didn't see anything clearly, and the [Moonlight] mecha didn't capture its trajectory. "Impermanence Sutra, a figure in white, cold all over." Qin Shaofeng looked strange: "This doesn't seem to be the power of Shi Mingyue, Su Yunxue and Ye Feng." He had also heard some things about this Impermanence Sutra. It was somewhat similar to the devilish energy, but not as complicated as the devilish energy. "It's the Impermanence Sutra?!" Fang Rou exclaimed, "You are so lucky. The Impermanence Sutra is a method passed down by our ancestor, the White Impermanence, which can capture thousands of ghosts and control the underworld." "Is it him?" Qionghua and Zhao Yuan also looked at him in shock. "Your ancestor turned out to be Bai Wuchang. This is really lucky. The final result of this battle was that Bai Wuchang cooperated with the Earth Mecha to open the Little Netherworld and end this battle." "My ancestor is Bai Wuchang?" Qin Shaofeng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, a little crazy: "Ancestor is mighty, ancestor is mighty." [Bai Wuchang], the soul-collecting messenger from the underworld, can capture the souls of the dead! This is more powerful than the inheritance of [Mountain Patrol]. Of course, he has never seen the data of [Earth]. "Why are the relics here incomplete? Why do they end suddenly?" Fang Rou asked puzzledly. "As long as we get the opportunity, we will go explore the spirit stone veins now." Qionghua said. Fang Rou nodded and took them to the mountains where the spirit stone mine was located. the other side. Li Qingyang and a group of people were watching the war scene in the sky.
The terrifying earth beast, the Earth Spirit Clan, with a palm covering hundreds of kilometers shocked everyone present. "Who on earth is this powerful man? With one strike of his palm, our entire city will be razed to the ground!" everyone said in horror. "It's too terrifying. This power is simply not something that humans can resist!" "Those strange beasts and the armored cultivators were also very terrifying. Too many humans and monsters were sacrificed in this battle." They saw the people and monsters from the Blue Star region rushing towards the herd of beasts fearlessly. Build a line of defense with flesh and blood! The battle line is expanding, and the [Mountain Patrol] Corps cannot take care of everyone! "Those are the Houtu tribe. They are powerful and resisted the strange beasts. But why are their weapons heavy machine guns?" "In ancient times, they had already built heavy machine guns?" "Can a heavy machine gun be so powerful?" "Look at that tower. Although you can't see the faces of the people on it, everything was vaporized by that one shot. What kind of cannon was that?" "You can't see the end of this cannon at all. Wherever it passes, everything is nothing!" Everyone looked at the weapons of war and felt like they were watching a science fiction blockbuster. It’s hard to imagine that this is an ancient war! Drone swarms, armor rampant, heavy machine guns, terrifying cannons... Are these really something that ancient beings could possess? "Are they developing technology?" an old man frowned. "No." Song Qianming said in a serious tone: "I have made a deal with the Houtu tribe. These should all be immortal tools." "Immortal weapon?" Everyone was horrified: "How could it be an immortal weapon? It's clearly the same as a technological weapon." "They just look alike. Their use of spiritual energy is far superior to ours. They can compress a large amount of spiritual energy together." Song Qianming explained: "The formation I got is much more advanced than what I know." "Then can you make this kind of guns and armor? And that kind of giant cannon?" everyone asked hurriedly. "No." Song Qianming smiled bitterly, "Whether it's firearms or armor, there are too many formations used, some of which I find difficult to understand." In the war scene, endless thunder suddenly appeared, covering the battlefield. Above the sky, an old face appeared, with huge eyes, like the eyes of heaven, overlooking the earth: "With my true essence, combined with the creation of heaven and earth, Thunder God help me!" "I am Zhang Jiao, please let Xuan Huang die!" "Fuck, what level of expert is this?" "This thunder can destroy the world, right?" "Who is Zhang Jue? Are the people fighting against them the Xuan Huang tribe?" Before they could wonder, another cold voice sounded: "Shrink the earth into an inch, draw the ground into the underworld, small underworld, open!"
The world is turned upside down, the sun and the moon have lost their light, and the endless aura of the underworld and the veins of the earth are all gathered together. The void was twisting and compressing the space. All the earth beasts, earth spirits, and the powerful ones who could destroy the world were compressed into a small space. Endless thunder poured into it, and countless dead souls howled in excitement. The scene ended here, and a golden light sank into Li Qingyang's body. No one spoke, and everyone stared blankly at the scene disappearing, with an indescribable feeling sweeping over their hearts. Excited? fear? At this moment, they intertwined together and compressed the space to one inch. Even their golden elixirs could not do it. Although there are space ores and various space magic tools can be refined, it is impossible to include so many powerful people. This level of battle is simply not something a Jindan can participate in! For a moment, they even forgot to ask about Li Qingyang's opportunity. An unknown amount of time had passed before Li Qingyang let out a heavy breath: "Shrinking the Earth Into an Inch, I can actually use it like this. The Shrinking the Earth Into an Inch that I learned before is rubbish!" In the past, the art of shrinking the distance to an inch was used when traveling in a hurry. But the real way to shrink the earth into an inch is to compress a certain range of land into a square inch. Drawing a prison on the ground is not as simple as building a cage on the ground. "What we know are just the scraps that have been passed down." Gu He sighed deeply, and he looked more than ten years older. "It's ridiculous that I still call myself the number one formation master in the late Liang Dynasty. It's really a big joke." "Old Master, Old Master Song, you are already very strong." The city lord consoled. "Wait, why are there no ancient artifacts from the Hou Tu tribe?" a middle-aged man suddenly asked. Everyone was startled and looked at Li Qingyang. He frowned and looked serious: "If it is the Houtu clan, only the Houtu clan can make a contract? They may have never been separated!" (End of this chapter)