The Immortal Army launched a charge towards the fog area with all its might, because Luo Yang was cooperating with the mysterious woman and was slaughtering the trolls.

"Hahaha, brothers of the coalition, you can form a formation to protect yourself and be careful of the enemy's impact." Luo Yang was in a good mood. Although there were frequent warning signs in his heart, he was not as worried as before. After the five trolls defeated the third one, the skill tree was crazily improved, and the cannon fodder that had inspired all his strength to annihilate the undead in the fog area and prepare to welcome new enemies.

It can be said that the Lord of the Rings and Qiongqi have completed the powerful control field. The fog area is like a bottomless pit, and it is like a prehistoric monster that has been chosen to devour people. It constantly absorbs the immortal army and transforms these extraterritorial species that have existed for many thousands of years into its own power.

When the coalition troops heard the voice, they quickly gathered together hand in hand. As for the marching vehicles, transport boats, and even the mechanical equipment they used, they had all been "demonized" and became soldiers under Luo Yang.

"Be careful, the Immortal Army is coming." Ye Fantian shouted loudly, holding a metal sword in his hand. He judged from the vibration from the ground that the five Senromon enemies were charging together.

Outside the fog area, there were endless monsters outside the domain, densely packed with immortal knights, and overwhelming black mechas arrived quickly.

The enemy launched a general attack, and even the goddess Taicang retreated into the fog area, and did not dare to win over his sharpness.

Like a mountain, Senromon is still increasing his troops, without any sign of slowing down. Five more trolls appeared, stepping on the ground with their feet like beating drums, killing towards the fog area.

Luo Yang took a deep breath. He had never experienced such a scene. The Immortal Legion seemed endless. The coverage of the fog area was impacted and it was reduced by half in an instant.

"Kill!" Ming Guangjing roared.

The fog was turbulent in the east, and the cannon fodder army rushed up.

"Boom, rumble, rumble..."

The sound spread throughout the fields, and the Immortal Army encountered terrifying resistance on the Eastern Front, because Luo Yang deployed his troops here and strangled the enemy's troops wildly, like a meat grinder.

The cannon fodder legion is in the east, and the west is also encountered obstacles, with earth springs sprayed on the ground and millions of stones flying.

At this critical moment, Luo Yang used the blackened seeds of the 17th generation of the ever-changing sword intent vine to make the western front thorns covered with thorns. A large number of black vines stood up, and all the sword leaves pointed at the enemy, firing wildly like machine guns.

When a batch of sword leaves were blasted out, a batch of sword leaves were generated on all the thick vines like frost, and they were bombarded again, shooting nine rounds from front to back, and then they stopped. But this was just the beginning, the black vines as thick as buckets were winding and twisting, rushing towards the undead who fell to the ground, and having a feast of gluttons, in short, "eat".

These ever-changing sword intent vines have no love for the life beads, but are obsessed with the bodies of the undead, because they are the nutrients they rely on for their growth.

The seventeenth generation of the ever-changing sword intent vine is obviously much more powerful than the sixteenth generation. After all, it is a new variety nourished by the troll corpses. It is probably a peak and cannot reach a new peak in a short period of time.

Most of the coalition forces are in the north, and there is no pressure on the east and west lines for the time being, which makes the coalition forces more concentrated and blocks the sharpness of the Immortal Legion.

Qiongqi fought hard on the southern front, just like a comet smashing into an immortal army, forming a huge crater on the ground, killing all enemies within four by four kilometers in just one blow.

"roar……"

"Ugly guys, grandpa wants to kill you all." Ming Guangjing roared, then rushed up like an enemy from a swarm of bees and buried him in.

"Kill!" Qiongqi shook his dark wings and formed a circle of light wheels behind his head, like a divine lion patrolling the heavens, and the battlefield on the southern front.

Luo Yang and Ming Guangjing separated. He was rushing to the scene on both sides to collect the life beads hit by the cannon fodder army and the ever-changing sword intent vine. Even though the level of the fortune-telling beads is not high, it cannot withstand the large number.

Ye Fantian and the goddess Taicang helped the coalition forces in the north.

The impact of the extraterritorial trolls is very strong. After killing three or five more, it feels like they are invincible.

The war intensified in full swing, and the immortal army rushed into the fog area one after another. They did not know that Luo Yang had the ability to digest the life beads, and felt that as long as the enemy was killed, they could recover the life beads and restore the sacrificed warriors.

The undead tribe is called immortal, so it is not a casual call. As long as the life bead is regained, all creatures in the Zhutian world can be transformed into warriors, and at most the reincarnation pool consumes more energy, so they can afford to fight and fight.

Since you can never die, you will naturally be fearless and will not take a step back if you kill the world and the world change color.

Just when the Immortal Legion felt that it was crushing the enemy, Luo Yang had already run back and forth, and took all the life beads that the Cannon Fodder Legion and the Variety Sword Intention Vine into his pocket.

The skill tree has not yet been improved, but the holy breath has reached the level of overflow. The body exploded with a "boom", the muscles of the whole body were tense, and the profession mark on the forehead shone brightly, and the whale began to swallow the divine light stored in the mark.

"Ah! The third level of War Saint." Luo Yang hurriedly landed on the ground and sat cross-legged.

The pain all over his body made him pant. The Xuantian battle patterns were like water flowing into a specific ditches, "flowing" lines on his body.

I originally thought that it would be very easy to advance to the first level on the basis of the second level war saint, but when the promotion moment came, I realized that it was not the case at all. The atmosphere given by the black book made the Xuantian battle pattern unbelievable, and it turned into a giant cauldron to train the body.

Luo Yang dared to bet that promotion has reached an extreme value for the body.

At the same time, Hong Yin came from the profession mark: "Congratulations to the second-level Xuantian Jidao master fighting the Holy Spirit with enough energy and achieving a new promotion condition. Is it transformed into the Xuantian Holy Body, and will consume a lot of holy breath and divine light for this."

"Xuantian Holy Body?" Luo Yang was surprised, because the profession mark had never been prompted and was always silently promoted. But today it was so strange that he actually asked whether to transform the Xuantian Holy Body.

"It seems that if you want to transform into the Xuantian Holy Body, it must be a lot of money, otherwise you won't ask specifically. Fortunately, I added a lot of divine light in the ghost market and got a horn of spirit. With the life beads, the black technology ring can continuously transform into holy breath." Luo Yang thought for a moment and responded: "Conversion!"

There was a "buzz" trembling, sparkling, and time and space swaying.

Luo Yang's career mark began to respond, which made him almost fainted in pain. Fortunately, the will of the War Saint was indestructible, so he gritted his teeth and persevered, and finally survived the difficulties.

The Xuantian battle patterns changed by Black Book penetrated deep into the body and headed towards all cells.

In an instant, the war patterns began to engrave the somatic cells and bones, just like writing a sacred chapter, making the Xuantian war patterns deep seeds grow under the watering of the holy breath and divine light.

Luo Yang's bones were rumbling, and he embarked on an unprecedented transformation. Perhaps in the long river of time, more than a dozen existences have reached similar levels, but they are not as pure as him.

However, this growth is relatively weak, it depends on how much the holy breath and divine light can support...
Chapter completed!