Wu Ming was delighted when he saw the demon like a dark sea tide. This was a good thing. The world lacked resources and it was all in the demon. If he took action to sweep the wilderness, how could the other party gathered together and killed them all quickly?

His figure slowly fell to the top of the city wall and scolded the mechanic: "Why are you standing there? Are there still a few nuclear warheads in your base? Ask someone to drop one from the air, wait for the demon tide to come and wash Kaifeng bloodi?!"

The mechanic in the Paradise of Reincarnation finally woke up, his pale face recovered a little blood. Suddenly, a slender antenna appeared above his head, and a trace of blue lightning intertwined, as if some kind of radio wave was spreading.

Baby antenna?! Wu Ming was shocked. He had seen many Taoist priests, but it was the first time he saw such a funny one.

The mechanic noticed the Taoist's gaze and said embarrassedly: "I am taking the electronic route. There is no relevant infrastructure in this world, so I can only contact you with compromises."

Not long after, the mechanic's face changed slightly. Seeing this, Wu Ming had an ominous premonition and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Someone stole the house, and more than a dozen reincarnators attacked the base. Now my teammates cannot support it for the time being."

The bartender said anxiously that he was not worried about the gains and losses of the gathering place. The profession of mechanics is about production capacity and an alternative way to gather the crowd. In the long-term operation territory, the combat power he exerted is terrifying.

What he was worried about now was himself. Seeing hundreds of thousands of demons siege the city, he had no confidence to escape.

Upon hearing this, Wu Ming was quite disappointed. The group of conscripts were indeed unreliable. The Taoist touched his chin and looked at the scenery where the black clouds on the dome were crushing the city. Cooperating with the vast demons on the earth, it was like the end of the world.

Wu Ming's mind is running like lightning. No wonder he is clearly a key node in the world's transformation, but he cannot see the two strongest forces in this world. It turns out that he is conspiring.

The demons should be driven by the will of heaven. The Immortal Dynasty lost its favor, and human civilization collapsed, and had no support, and was infiltrated by strangers. If they wanted to resist the harvest of outsiders, they could only be short and tall, and drove the demons backfire.

"Can this world be in the future with demons?" Wu Ming's thoughts diverged, and then shook his head. Although extraordinary can enlighten the wild beasts, the genes of distorted organisms are mutated and cannot form a stable inheritance of wisdom. It is difficult to form a civilization.

Jing Ming walked up from the city and asked solemnly: "What should I do now?"

"I don't believe that the army can be organized, and the two sides have a total of 60,000 troops and horses to defend the city. I don't believe that I can't cut off the monsters. By the way, I organize the nobles and people in the city to fight together, and they can't escape even if the city is broken."

Wu Ming didn't look back and sighed with a smile: "Also, ask someone to help build an altar, I want to cast a spell!"

Before Jing Ming could give the order, the people in the city were very conscious and sent representatives to contact Wu Ming, promising to provide unlimited material supply and private soldiers obeyed the arrangements.

They are not stupid either. If humans come to attack the city, the nobles can wait for a price and secretly communicate with each other. However, the demons are not humans and they are irrational. They are really ruined when they are put in.

About twenty minutes later, there was a loud roar, smoke and dust rolling, yellow fog covered the sky and the sun, and the dark army of demons was already at the city.

Just so, the defenders piled up gravels in the city gates into obstacles, and the generals were almost in line behind them. Each of the platoons had first-level extraordinary people suppressed them. Even so, the soldiers at the forefront were full of fear.

There was a clearing in the city, and the young and strong people carried huge rocks and built an altar. Wu Ming's eyes shone with golden light, watching the celestial phenomena and terrain, his face was a little playful, and he murmured to himself: "So that's it, is this your plan?"

The sky was dark, with some kind of heart-shaking and soul-catching grand will, looking coldly, Kaifeng on the ground was surrounded by demons, and turned into a cage in a trance, as if a blood sacrifice was about to be held to please the world.

Wu Ming was not panicked. After all, the will of the fourth-level immortal world was not as terrifying as the emperor and the Han, nor was the kind of silence that moistened things, and was more than one lower in style.

"Is it a sacrifice? This is the realm of witches."

Since Wu Ming achieved the second level, he has not used the method of sacrifice seriously for a long time, but his ability has not declined.

The Taoist climbed to the altar, and in the furnace of darkness, a ball of deep and condensed golden mist melted silently, and mysterious light penetrated into the flesh and blood.

The next moment, Wu Ming closed his eyes and a huge murderous aura gathered. It was the power of 60,000 troops. The foundation of hundreds of thousands of people in the Central Plains was blessed by the mobilization of the immortals, and a mysterious smell rose simultaneously on the altar.

After all, after Wu Ming killed the Emperor of Heaven and Destiny, he held a large army in his hand and was forced to bond together under the pressure of external disasters. At this time, his position was actually the lord of the Central Plains, and he could naturally use the divine way to increase his cultivation.

Buzzing!

Wu Ming's momentum was rising steadily, and he stepped into the third level in a moment. This was a level that the immortal emperor, the reincarnation, and the contractor could not reach. Even if they had local secret treasures, it was attributed to the path of the strange immortal.

The Taoist rushed up a layer of light, put on the illusory crowns of the princes, and golden scale patterns spread out, as if they had turned into gods, majestic and noble.

"Is the third-level incense god? It's more powerful than the blessing of the Taoist soldiers." Wu Ming realized in detail that if an ordinary Taoist rashly accepts the incense power, it will easily erode the Taoist foundation and change the Taoist path.

But Wu Ming was not afraid, and he was only natives. He did not expect that the method of sacrifice could avoid this erosion, and instead he was like a fish in water and could easily control it.

This reminded him of the fact that when the Emperor Han worshipped in Laoshan, he encountered a ranger and used the power of the mountain temple to kill him.

When the great will in the sky saw this scene, it seemed to be getting more and more angry. Thunder and lightning flashed. Wu Ming was too lazy to pay attention to it. The witches, ghosts and gods, and communicated with the instincts of heaven and earth, but he would not be abusive to the way of heaven and pay attention to the way of luck.

Rumble!

There was a loud roar, and at this moment the army in front had already fought. Countless guns and cannons were bombarded, and the fire was flashing. The tides of demons in the front row were cut off like wheat.

But the subsequent demons quickly filled the gap, and blood splattered everywhere, killing the sky, and corpses fell down. Every step forward, the demons would charge in a pool of blood.

Unfortunately, the technological level of the wasteland is not as good as that of the Earth Star Modern after all, and it cannot achieve firepower coverage. The demons defeated are more trampled to death. This number is a drop in the bucket for hundreds of thousands of volumes.

Dong!

Finally, the two sides contacted each other and gathered together. The cruel hand-to-hand combat began. The soldiers at the forefront were trembling all over. Many of them were about to turn around and leave. The demons hit them fiercely. Hundreds of people could not avoid being shaken away. In an instant, the battlefield turned into a meat grinder and a slaughterhouse! The smell of blood was everywhere.

Unexpectedly, it was just the first wave of attacks from the demons, and the 60,000 military formation was about to collapse.

When Wu Ming saw this scene, he couldn't help but frown. There was no way for the army to be mixed with fish and dragons. Even the enemy was the previous second. It would be better to say that there were extraordinary people who personally suppressed it. This behavior was unexpected.

"It must be strengthened." Wu Ming pondered, and made tricks to cast spells. The majestic divine power surged, as if it turned into a tide, and ripples spread from the altar to the surroundings.

The conscript who was fighting in blood felt a huge force behind him, looked back suddenly, looked at the scene in shock, and stuttered: "This...this is this third level?!"

It's so outrageous. Exercise the third-level strength under the silence of the Source Qi?

Jing Ming was even more surprised and happy. The first-level extraordinary generals could barely match a thousand people, but the unparalleled generals of Pojun came and went freely, and could already ignore the mortal army.

But if you want to push the army of hundreds of thousands alone, only a third-level master can do it. After all, even if you kill a pig, hundreds of thousands of people will only let the second-level kill you go for three days and three nights.

"It's saved!"
Chapter completed!