After taking out the bean seeds, Tang Jie's life and Dao Fa creation was launched infinitely.

Bean soldiers were originally embodied through the spell of throwing beans into soldiers. To put it bluntly, to make beans into soldiers, it still needs a certain amount of external assistance, otherwise it can only wait for its natural growth.

And throwing beans into soldiers is actually a kind of magic in the way of life. In addition, other similar methods can also be used. In short, it is to give life to the bean seed through magic methods, so that it has the ability to fight.

No matter how strong this type of magic is, its essence lies in life, and it is attributed to life, and it cannot be stronger than Dao. The creation of infinite life is directly based on the great way to form the law, which is many times higher than that of throwing beans into a soldier.

Under the combination of the two, the bean soldiers produced are unusual.

At this moment, with the infinite effect of creation, I saw groups of beans turn into soldiers. Different from the past, the group of bean soldiers in front of them is obviously stronger, each of them has the strength of the pinnacle of escape, but the methods are slightly simpler, the spells are less, the true formation is still inferior, but if the battle is formed , And it only takes about twenty to fight against a spiritual ring repairer, which is completely different from the original three hundred bean soldiers fighting spiritual ring.

Despite this, Tang Jie frowned.

The end of his life ≯dǐng≯ǎn≯小≯ said, .∨▽ is a little weaker, and it is still impossible for these bean soldiers to break through the bottleneck of Tianxin. You must know that bean soldiers can rely on the power of more tiers to fight by virtue of their number. Note that they are more tiers, not tiers.

The big realm is the realm, and the small realm is the level.

When the bean soldiers were still weak in strength, they were able to use the battle formation to shake the Tianxin real person. If their strength reaches Tianxin, it is definitely not a problem to dry the purple mansion, and it is the kind that can even do it. As long as the difference is not more than two tiers, it is only a matter of quantity for bean soldiers to defeat. This ǎn, if a group of spirit ring real people are allowed to fight out of the Aperture, they will definitely not be able to do it. The greater the difference in strength, the smaller the effect of quantity.

If the bean soldier's strength reaches the level of soul-changing, Tang Jie suspects that even the earth immortal can fight a fight. Of course, it is hard to say what the casualties are.

But no matter what, the current bean soldiers only need to form a battle formation of a hundred people, unless they meet the purple mansion cultivator, otherwise the ordinary Tianxin cultivator will not take it seriously.

And after a long period of cultivation, Tang Jie's beans have reached the point where they can be squandered. At this moment, it was thrown out one after another until the vitality was exhausted and nearly ten thousand bean soldiers were created, and then they were allowed to move separately.

As for King Bean, Tang Jiedao was not willing to let him attack. The main thing is to decentralize the battle. The Bean King is of little significance. Once he encounters a threat, he loses it, but it is a pity. You must know that Douwang is the only one who can continuously improve his cultivation level over time. Today's Bean King is much stronger than before. In the past, the Bean King could only promote bean soldiers of about a thousand people, but now he could raise hundreds of thousands of troops. On the contrary, Tang Jie couldn't give it so many troops at once, and it made him very dissatisfied.

After doing this, Tang Jie also spent a lot of energy, and only then began to rest.

On the battlefield of the two worlds, **** killings were officially launched, and monks were fighting each other everywhere.

The Tianxin and the Buddhism monks became the main forces on the battlefield. They were divided by their realm cultivation level. There were different teams of monks fighting and fighting on different battlefields, large and small. Some people were even more prepared for a protracted battle.

Due to Yun Tianlan’s selfish relationship, although the impact of the great collision between heaven and earth was chosen in the Hengduan Mountains, it was slightly biased towards the two places of Tianshen Palace and Beast Lianmen. In the area, the western part of Qixia became the main battlefield, and more than half of the monks gathered in the borders of the two countries to start fighting.

Within the territory of Moqiu, Qianfengyuan Dongqun.

A group of cultivators from the Celestial Palace is guarding one place. There are a hundred people in this team, organized into a song, and it is controlled by a cultivator of the spiritual stage, and there are three hundred puppets and two hundred demons underneath. The beast, but now the three hundred battle puppets are basically exhausted, and the two hundred monster beasts have died and injured more than half, and even this song of monks has damaged more than ten people.

Opposite them, a force of more than 300 blood cultivators was making an all-out assault against the front eye, and there were more corpses lying on the ground. Different from the defensive side, as the destructive side of the large formation and the active offensive side, the blood river monks have the strategic initiative on offense. They can choose to concentrate some of their forces to attack one of them. As long as a part of the formation is destroyed, it can be completely destroyed, and there is no need to spread the attack.

Because of this, those eyes are either empty or facing monks who are several times more than themselves.

This monk troop unfortunately encountered an attack from a kinship troop. The monk troop that was several times its own put them in a dangerous situation. Although the monks relied on the law to fight against the enemy, the huge gap in strength still left them. Gradually unable to support, with the death of a large number of battle puppets and monsters, the monks had to stand on the front line of the battle, relying on the battle formation to resist the attack of the blood monks. It's just that the cultivators of the blood race are also good at teaming up, and under the stalemate between the two sides, this group of cultivators has gradually lost support. If it weren't for the defensive best of the Tenjin Palace, I'm afraid it would have been defeated, even so, under the enormous pressure of the enemy repairs, I'm afraid it won't last long.

"Ah!" In the impact of a huge blood wave, a monk screamed and flew out.

He ran out of aura and was unable to support it anymore. He was hit on the spot. A **** light caught up and hit the monk. The **** armor, which had already blocked countless attacks, broke unbearably. The monk screamed and died on the spot.

With his death, the pressure on the battlefield has increased by one point, and everyone's shoulders have also added a layer of burden.

The dried-blood cultivator shouted at the same time, and the blood in the back of his head rose again, and then condensed into a huge pillar of blood in the air, and rushed forward again. The blood light is strongly corrosive. It hits the golden aperture formed by the cultivators of the Tianshen Temple, and corroding smoke emerges. The golden aperture shrinks under the corrosive wave of blood, and strengthens its strength through continuous cohesion and resists attacks. . But this kind of cohesion has its limit. Once it finally condenses and cannot be cohesive, it is the time to break.

"Go hard and kill them!" A cultivator headed by a blood clan replied with a grinning laugh.

At this time, it was another monk taking off his strength, and as he loosened, a gap appeared in the golden light circle, and a blood monk had already taken the monk with a move. He lowered his head to bite the monk's neck, and the monk issued a terrified call, but he couldn't get rid of it. The blood flowed back faster under the struggle, and entered the blood cultivator's mouth, and saw that the blood cultivator's face turned red, and the whole person became refreshed, and many of the previously consumed strengths were actually restored. This is also a special feature of the blood cultivator, being able to absorb the enemy's blood to make up for themselves, so as to support the war.

It's just that, in the eyes of the Qixia realm's righteous monks, this kind of magic is a sorcery, a magical method, and a ghostly way. Some monks were even more frightened and unwilling to fight again. If it weren't for the spiritual ring monk headed to be still supervising the battle, I'm afraid he has already run away. Even so, someone has already called out: "My lord, we can't keep it, let's retreat!"

The headed spirit ring repairer is a bearded man with a broad-handled sword, who is more like a fierce general than an elephant repairer.

Hearing this call, I felt a pain in my heart, but finally shook my head: "Can't retreat, stick to the end, there will be reinforcements to help us!"

"When will the reinforcements arrive? We have been here for three days!" a monk yelled in grief.

Since the fighting broke out three days ago, they have issued an emergency signal, but no one has come.

Seeing that their guardian formation was broken, the puppets were damaged in battle, and the monsters were killed in battle, the monks took turns to attack but still exhausted their mana, and even all kinds of pills were used up, and they barely supported it until now. The anticipation of reinforcements But it has never come.

Some people have begun to doubt and despair.

"They won't come, will they?" someone asked desperately.

"We are Tianshen Palace, the former adversary of Xiaoyao Tianzun, how could they come back to save us." Someone said sadly.

"Maybe the Moon Washing Sect has long been expecting us to die." Some people even said, full of hatred and anger.

Yeah? Maybe.

The bearded repairman thought helplessly, but because of this, he couldn't leave!

The Heavenly God Palace is not easy. It has survived to this day not only because the Moon Washing Sect raised its precious hands, but also because the Heavenly God Palace itself forbeared and dormant.

They must not be caught to blame for their mistakes. Even if they died in battle, they could not become fugitives, otherwise they might become sinners for the destruction of the entire Celestial Palace!

Thinking of this, the bearded cultivator said loudly: "Shut up! As a cultivator, how can I be greedy for life and fear of death, today I will wait and fight for death!"

"Fighting forever!" All the cultivators shouted together. It's just that there is a lack of heroism in this call, but there is more sadness and helplessness.

When I was desperate and helpless, I saw a figure flying across the sky, coming straight to this side.

When they got close, all the Xiu saw that it was a avatar of Tang Jie, and they were shocked at the same time. For a moment, they didn't know whether they should be sad or happy. That group of blood cultivators didn't know the origin of Tang Jie, and seeing that his aura was not obvious, on the contrary, he took the initiative to separate a wave of blood and rush towards the Tang Jie clone.

The avatar didn't talk much, and flew straight over, pointed at the blood wave, and saw the smoke cloud covered, the blood sea drifting back, and the smoke disappeared. The cultivators of the blood races were not afraid when they saw it, but excitedly shouted together: "It's a soul-changing! Kill him!"

There are more than 300 blood cultivators, many of whom are Tianxin Cultivators. Together with the battle formation, they are still confident enough to kill a soul-changing cultivator.

In the next moment, even more ferocious power surged towards that Tang Jie clone.

Tang Jie's avatar snorted softly, "Many arm is a car, you can't help it!"

With one hand swiping, a cloud of spiritual tide has moved towards the repairs. Although his clone only had the cultivation base of transforming souls, his body, Sendai, had a vision that was comparable to that of a low-level cultivator. Now even the most common spells are displayed in his hands, they have general supernatural powers. In addition, there are many ways to enter the Dao, even if the clone cannot use the Dao Fa, the deep understanding of the Dao is not bad at all.

At this moment, it was just a cloud-turning, slap, and a palm of the fog, but it was hitting the festival where the blood wave was about to rise, and the whole blood spring was flashing with brilliance, like a scorching sun and snow, it melted away. To nothing.

Then he took another palm shot, hitting the battle of the blood races, and the battle was actually collapsed.

With a wave of the avatar, the Nine Heavens Tribulation Sword had been activated, and the separated blood cultivators could no longer resist, one by one they uttered a horrible horror under the light of the sword. In just an instant, dozens of blood cultivators have been harvested by clones.

Then Tang Jie's avatar waved again, and the blood spring that rose to the sky had turned into **** smoke and spread, it was the flesh grinding disc.

As the pinnacle of Tianxin, with the help of the blood of this dried-blood monk, what Tang Jie displayed was the supernatural power of the Purple Mansion level, strangling dozens of blood monks in an instant.

In just two rounds, one-third of the blood cultivators were killed, and all the cultivators of the Celestial Palace were stupid. They had already seen that the Xiaoyao Heavenly Sovereign in front of them was a clone, but a clone that couldn't transform the soul realm could easily break a blood-cultivating formation of three hundred people, which was really shocking.

In that formation, the three cultivators of the blood clan Tianxin jumped up at the same time, and Tang Jie cloned vertically, shouting: "Reorganize the formation, I will stop him!"

At the same time, he sacrificed the treasure in his hand ~lightnovelpub.net~ to maximize the power of the whole body, and he had made up his mind to stop Tang Jie at all costs.

That Tang Jie avatar was embracing his hands and rubbed it in front of him. The **** cloud of smoke had turned into a whirlpool, engulfing the three of them, and a huge force burst out, actually strangling the three cultivators directly. Unabated and rushed downwards, like a blood dragon, dashing and rushing out into a sea of ​​blood.

At this point, the group repairers had no intention of fighting anymore, and they retreated one after another.

Tang Jie didn't chase him down, he just looked back at the cultivators of the Heavenly God Palace and at them.

Everyone's hearts tightened at the same time.

The clone has thrown a sign, and it falls into the hands of the bearded monk: "You will not retreat from the deadly battle, guard the eyes, and do a good job. This is a card for accumulating merits, and you can go to the main hall to receive a reward. The living are rewarded. , The deceased will be buried thickly, and within a thousand years, the direct descendants will receive the blessing."

Said he was flying away in the air.

The practitioners looked at Tang Jie's back, and finally knelt down together, and said in a long voice: "Gracefully send the Heavenly Sovereign Law Frame!"