Chapter 1042: Endless

Luo Yang felt the meteorological golden cloud with his heart, and found that this thing is not simple, but a rare divine spirit.
"Shenze?" Fan Yingluo also felt that some people couldn't figure out where Luo Yang got the Shenze. Although the area was not large, only half of it appeared, it was majestic.
According to historical records, Shenze is the legacy of God and has an extraordinary shelter function. No matter what kind of means meets Shenze, its power is reduced by nearly half. Moreover, the larger the area of ​​Shenze, the more the power is reduced. Under the trade-off, it can be said that it takes a large advantage on the battlefield.
Luo Yang has seen such things as Shenze from the classics, but the taste is different. Shenze is a certain god-level existence that forcibly catalyzes the body when it falls, and turns into a golden cloud to protect future generations. The meteorological golden cloud is different, growing a little bit.
"God's legacy? Catalyze the body."
Thinking of this, he probably understood what was going on.
There is no who voluntarily left Shenze here, but there is a body of a true evil spirit. No, there's more than one. The big ones, the middle ones small, are simply dolls. After being forcibly collected by the five skill trees, the true life is directly formed instead of the sacred breath. Later, it merges with the meteorology to produce a unique change, which turns into a semi-natural god.
If this is the case, then there is nothing, it is equivalent to an additional auxiliary soldier who does not need to consume its own power. The key lies in digesting the dead body of the True God of Evil God, and then digesting the life beads of the undead, the meteorological golden cloud will also grow, thus providing a development path caused by qualitative change caused by quantitative change.
"Okay, the most powerful thing about this meteorological golden cloud lies in the growth and decline of each other. It suppresses the digestion of life beads by the undead, and then suppresses and digests again. In this way, a cycle can be formed, which can grow like a snowball."
At this moment, Luo Yang really had the feeling of snowballing. There was an extra snowball in his hand, and a large piece of snow was spreading in front of him, slowly accumulating and growing. He was looking forward to the moment that triggered the avalanche.
The body of the trumpet Evil God eventually turned into smoke and dissipated. The area of ​​the meteorological golden cloud increased by another half acre. The undead at the bottom of the pagoda acted slowly, even deeply afraid to stand in the place and let it be slaughtered.
"It's a bit interesting." The pressure inside the tower was greatly reduced, Luo Yang moved slightly, letting the power of the meteorological golden cloud radiate, and found that it could affect the fifth floor at the farthest. In this way, placing the meteorological golden cloud on the fifth floor of the pagoda can benefit from the first floor to the ninth floor, and can absorb more undead into the tower.
However, Luo Yang chose not to move, and did not immediately order the pagoda to absorb it. The blackened thorn blood vines had spread all over the void, fighting against the dense shadows.
Maybe it was to maintain space stability, or maybe it was too close, fearing to accidentally injure your own camp, and the giant warships that made up the sky and the earth did not fire artillery attacks. So at this moment, the true evil is fighting with the undead cannon fodder and the legion, but it has sent a lot of military merit.
Only according to this overwhelming flat push mode to calculate the combat power of the two sides, the blackened thorn blood vines will have to hold on sooner or later, even if the light of divine condemnation and purification is released, the wave of charges is extinguished, and the wave immediately comes, the prospect is worrying!
The undead high-level is trapped in the Nethercloud realm, and the true God of Evil God is the largest on the battlefield. Luo Yang ruined several of his real bodies, and the anger in his heart had already risen to the extreme, so he ordered an attack with a death order. Hundreds of billions of cannon fodder came over, the scene was too horrifying, the endless species rushed forward, unable to see the undead individuals, only to see the huge waves converge.
It was all terrifying waves in all directions, and some undead were crushed by their own people during the impact. However, they don't care at all, they only know to execute orders.
Forward, forward, and then forward.
Hundreds of billions will be followed by hundreds of billions, and the number here depreciates to an unimaginable level. Although they were all cannon fodder, they broke down the blockade formed by the blackened blood vines and rushed towards the pagoda.
It was no longer possible to count how much the undead had paid. Luo Yang knew that he and Fan Yingluo's military merit had increased by two, and they easily scored tens of millions of points.
In fact, this is not easy!
It is a very rare temper just to withstand the pressure from the sea of ​​corpses.
As the thorn blood vines continue to die, there are broken bodies in the void. From a distance, it looks like a giant island linking to each other, and it is like a gap in the ground, and the corpses are stacked one after another, which looks quite tragic.
Zhentian Evil God laughed: "Hahaha, dare to run to our undead clan's nest and wilderness, the following is your death."
Another giant wave shot forward, watching the distance from the pagoda getting closer and closer, never thinking of the spread of black rattan, rushing out a new generation of thorn blood vine from a corpse.
Fan Yingluo breathed a sigh of relief and praised: "If it is so, you have a way to cultivate the blood vines and let them pierce the seeds into the corpse to draw nourishment to form the second generation of black blood vines."
Luo Yang smiled bitterly: "Don't be too happy, delay for up to two hours, the thorn blood vine will be destroyed when it reaches the fifth generation. The cannon fodder of the undead is endless, don't say two hours, even if the charge is not for two days and two nights Question. Do n’t you have two Xuan Sheng who are good at measuring? Let them use this time to study the retreat route! We are retreating and fighting, we cannot limit ourselves to one place. "
"That's what I meant." Fan Yingluo nodded.
Faced with this order of magnitude of undead, any strategy seems pale and weak, leaving only a hard way. Therefore, the role of Xuan Sheng is only left to find a retreat route, and being stuck in one place is equivalent to sitting dead.
"Buzz, buzz ..."
The pagoda buzzed and trembled, moving slightly on the battlefield, absorbing the remains of the undead.
Luo Yang has been observing the thickening of the meteorological gold cloud and found that according to the current digestion rate, two hours can increase the size of half an acre ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This result made him speechless, compared with the body of the true The following undead are all leftovers, and can only be said to be better than nothing.
The gap is not so big. It's good to be able to put together a golden cloud for two days and nights. However, according to the situation at hand, we ca n’t guarantee that we can fight for two days and two nights, and the undead attack frequency is too fast. It is simply to send cannon ashes to you to complete the plan to eliminate the mouth. There is no hesitation and pity.
The purpose of the war on both sides is mainly to reduce the burden. But for Luo Yang and Fan Yingluo, to take advantage of this opportunity to jump up, a path must be made. No matter how difficult it is to kill, there is no qualification to say no, only to follow the general trend.
The God of Evil God was so angry that the sea of ​​corpses would engulf the pagoda, and suddenly a ghost vine appeared, killing the cannon ashes with a more efficient assassination speed, making him scratch his head.
"Fuck things, so many undeads rushed up, and they couldn't take a warship." Zhentian Evil God regarded the pagoda as a warship, thinking about taking out two huge copper bells for a moment, sneered: "There is no way for the true God to clean up Are you? Let you taste the power of the ruinous insects. This is a creature in the endless dark sea. Only two seals were sealed when the ancestor of the original was full. It is a headache to sacrifice a lot of life beads. "